Todos los capítulos de Family Secrets: Capítulo 1141 - Capítulo 1150

Mom looked my aunt in the eye, then pointedly turned her head, and looked at my cock. "Prove it. Adore him.""Now?" Aunt Marie answered, looked at the sticky mess."If you don't, I will. I'll let him know just how much better a mother's love is. Complete, unqualified, no limits."She watched her sister for a few seconds, then shrugged and starting moving south.Aunt Marie scrambled down the bed. "No, I can do it." She moved between my legs, holding my semi-hard cock daintily between two fingers. I watched her eyes flit between me, my Mom, and my cock.Mom moved down beside her, hugging her. "Let me help, you. I'll get it started."She took my cock from her sister, opened her mouth and sucked me in. All of me. She pulled away slowly, and most of the mess was gone. Mom chuckled. "I tasted a dirty girl on my baby boy's cock."Mom still held my cock. "It's still beautiful isn't it, Marie? The potential. Just knowing that with a little effort, we can make him big again, and he can love us.

Mom's spread legs, trapping Aunt Marie's arms, exposed her open swollen pussy only a few inches from my face. Mom was rubbing herself, watching us. "Fuck her, baby. Fuck that little slut senseless. Show her what it's like to have a real man, finally. Like I've had all these years. Fuck her, Jeremy. Destroy that nasty pussy."I guess some of the sibling rivalry was still kicking in.Aunt Marie had gone multi-orgasmic again. She would cry out, gasping, her entire body straining underneath me. Before each one, her face would turn red, and she'd hold her breath, letting it loose explosively as the end of each orgasm. I loved being able to do that to her. Each time she'd come, I'd bite down on her neck or her shoulder, and she'd shudder.I slowed down a little, giving it to her deep and steady, listening to her little grunts raising in pitch and volume, the silent gap between them growing longer.She must have been coming in waves for about five minutes, when we lost her again. She had a b

"Stop teasing me you bastard. You can't be getting excited over these puny little things." She swatted me on the arm.I took her hand and placed it on my lap, so she could feel how hard I'd gotten. "I guess you're right. I can't get excited over you."She pulled her hand back. "Oh! I'm…I'm sorry."I leaned her back on the couch, and lifted her shirt above her breasts. She just watched me. Her bra was off her tits, and I pushed it up the rest of the way. I then kissed each nipple; stopping on the left one to give her breast some much needed attention. Once her nipple was hard in my mouth, I went back to the other. After a few minutes I stopped, and pulled her shirt down."You don't have any idea how hard it was for me to stop just now," I confessed. "Things will work out for you, I'll help you if I can. I can help with t

"Nice," I said. "I can't even notice a scar.""Good."Eyes closed, she had her hand on the back of my neck. I wondered if she could feel the fever in me - I felt like I was burning up.I started kissing and licking her nipples, then the rest of her breast. I let my kisses wander over her belly and up to her neck, while I continued caressing her breasts. Eventually my kisses reached her lips. She responded hesitantly to my gentle kisses. I pulled back."Jenny, you hit the jackpot. With these, you're irresistible. They are perfect.""Wow, I thought they felt good, but it's hard for me to know." She stood up."Jenny, can I see the rest? Take off those bottoms so I can see the whole picture. It's killing me." I hoped I didn't sound as desperate as I was feeling.She laughed, and slipped off her bottoms. "Well?" She did another pirouette, finishing with her back to me peeking back over her shoulder."Irresistible," I asserted, my ga

Jenny is a beautiful girl, and in great shape, but not always the sharpest tool in the shed. I had a huge advantage here, and was so smitten with her, I was going to take every chance I could to improve my odds. She didn't know the trail; there were twists and turns and some long hills. About twelve years back I had ridden this trail nearly every day for an entire summer. Recently, I had ridden the path, refreshing my memory during lunch and on weekends, at least twice a week. The nine miles took just about half an hour. I had practiced racing the path at lunch three times last week, unbeknownst to her.If knowledge and familiarity alone weren't enough, my bike was much better under these circumstances than hers. Her mountain bike might be ok at starts and climbing the hills, but on long straight-aways and particularly on the long downhill segments, my gearing could be a huge factor.Then there was the biggest, most telling advantage of all. These bikes had gears. The