#mother
Fan art of Izayoi playing koto
Mother & Mother’s mother
2017
27 / 52 yksi teos viikossa yhden vuoden ajan
27 / 52 one work per week for one year
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A year ago, a long afternoon and evening alone would have been comfortable and familiar, but that was before Jessie. A recent divorcée, she’d brought three things into my life: love, family - her daughter Jae and I had become fast friends - and kink.
I had become addicted to kink - fantasy, toys and lotions, and even a few threesomes. And still Jessie would push me, tie me up, stroke me all over with a feather and whisper “Jeff, what is it, the deepest kink, what you fear the most, what you need the most, what will let the animal out?”
I couldn’t lie to her, but I couldn’t admit it to her, even to myself. Jessie kept at it, but she seemed to resign herself to never knowing.
She didn’t hold it against me. She and Jae moved in after a few months, and so the next day, almost a year after we met, we were getting married.
Jessie, suddenly and oddly traditional, had insisted that we not see one another for twenty-four hours before the ceremony. It wasn’t going to be easy for me, but if it was important to her, I was happy to go through with it.
I’d showered, put on my bathrobe, and walked back into my suite when I saw her, in a lace white top, midriff exposed, and a sexy thong.
I was shocked. “Jae, I don’t think it’s right for you to be here like this.” There was a distant roaring in my ears.
She smiled. “Oh, I know this outfit is skimpy, but you’re such a good guy. And only a dirty old man would let it get to him.”
“Jae, it’s not getting to me. But we can’t be alone like this.” In truth, I was way past “getting”, and the roar was getting louder.
“But why not, Jeff – it’s so great to hang out with you.”
She came closer and hung her arms around my neck. Rubbing her tits all over me, she smirked and said, “of course, this is kinda forward, but only a perv would notice just where my nipples touched his chest.”
I could have traced that path with millimeter accuracy, but I hoped I could get her out of the room before I lost control. “Right, Jae, but let’s not take chances the night before I become your daddy.” The roar, I realized, was me. The animal Jessie knew was inside me had awakened
“Mmmm, daddy, I like the sound of that,” she cooed, then licked my ear. “A girl can have all sorts of fun with her daddy.”
“Jae, let’s quit for tonight. I mean it.” In moments, there’d just be the roar, and the animal would devour her.
She released my neck, stared up at me, and said, “so, Jeff, are you such a dirty old perv that you’d fuck your little girl?”
“No, Jae, no, of course not,” I lied, stammering. The animal had already imagined half a dozen ways.
Through my robe, she traced the outline of my cock, which seemed to be drawing all the blood from my brain, and giggled. “He says you’re lying. That’s the thing about bad daddies – they’ll say anything to get into their little girl’s pants or, you know, thong.”
She undid the belt on my bathrobe and leapt up, clasping my waist with her legs, and then deftly lowered her cunt onto my cock. I wouldn’t have been able to stop her, and I no longer wanted to. This is what I had needed, craved, and never dared to admit.
As she began rocking up and, delectably, down, she laughed. “Mmmm, but that’s so great, Jeff, you know, because, mmmmm, every naughty girl needs a bad, mmmmmm, daddy, and I plan to be very, mmmmm, naughty, mmmmm indeed.”
No more point in hiding, and all my desire burned in the other direction. “Why stop at naughty, sweet Jae,” I growled, as I pumped into her against the wall. “Before you sleep a wink, we’ll be all over ravished, debauched, defiled. Too bad Jessie is going to miss it.”
Somehow, Jae managed to kiss my eyelids in the midst of the fucking of her short lifetime. “Oh, father, you have no idea. Mom and I always share, no matter how, mmmmm, hard it is. And I’m not the only one who needs a bad daddy. She wants to be your slutty daughter, and I’m going teach you all the ways I know to make her cum.”
A man never had a more exhausting, exciting, or depraved wedding gift. It would take many, many nights for me to show Jessie how much I appreciated it. But, with Jae’s coaching and constant attention, I knew I’d be able to do it.
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When your father found your stash of porno magazines… he gave you a glare, and you never spoke of it again.
When your mother found them… she went shopping for a new outfit and waited in your room after school the next day to ‘confront’ you about it.
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Promise me that this remains our secret. You won’t brag to your friends. You won’t be inappropriate when we’re in public. But you will come to my bed naked every night and serve me lunch every day in my private office.
Yes, mother.
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The first time I asked my mom to model for me, I just wanted to prove to her how beautiful she was.
Over the weeks, she’s gotten so much more comfortable being sexual around me, and flirtatious, too. She calls me “camera stud” and dared me to do the next session both of us stripped to the waist.
Can’t wait.
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“Don’t look, but there’s a guy watching you, waiting for the Airporter across the street.”
She manages to arch her back out even just a little bit further. Amazing .
I slip up behind her, put my hands around her waist, and kiss the nape of her neck.
“Baby, don’t,” she says, but relaxes into my arms.
I whisper, “He wants you already.”
She shivers.
I say, “Just imagine what’s he’s thinking.”
“Stop it,” she hisses, but she’s pressing against me.
I continue, “‘What a hot babe, I wish that was me with her.’” I nibble on her ear. “And now he’s wondering just how far you’ll let me go.”
“I’ll just bet he is,” she purrs and wiggles her bottom against my cock. True to form.
I push her forward against the railing, towards our observant friend, and press my cock between her cheeks.
She pouts a bit, “But now he can’t tell what we’re doing.” Anything for her fans.
I say, “We’ll just have to play our parts better,” pull her head back against my shoulder, and run my tongue up the side of her neck.
She’s a little nervous, because she can’t see him, and asks “what’s he up to?”
His eyes are riveted on us, but she can’t tell with her head back, so I say, “I think he’s getting bored - he looked away.”
She hisses, “then do something, Tommy,” and slides her ass up and down my manhood.
I cup her tits and she sighs. I say, “Now, he’s staring. I bet he’s wondering what’s next.” Her nipples begin to stiffen in my hands.
“Don’t you dare lose him again,” she moans.
I rub my palms on her tits - as much of them that will fit -in a slow circular motion. Our fanclub is up against the chainlink fence on the property - as close as he can be.
My fingertips play over her soft, spongy titflesh.
But she says, “I don’t think that’s going to be good enough.” What the hell, it’s a win-win.
“Ok, then,” I say, and slip my fingers just under her top, so I can tweak her nipples. She moans.
Time to take her up a notch. I say, “Oh, that got his attention.”
She presses her breasts into my hands and murmurs, “oh, sweet baby.” We both love this - she loves being possessed, I love how she gives herself up to me.
I say, “let’s show him exactly what he’s missing,” and slip her tight leather skirt down her legs. No panties, damn - maybe she set me up?
“Hurry, baby,” she says as she flushes light pink - adorable. It takes me a moment to maneuver my soaked speedos off my stiffening cock.
“Let him see as you take each inch of my length,” I murmur, slowly slipping my length into her delectable cunt.
“And width,” she grunts, rocking her pelvis back and forth to let me in all the way, opening her mouth wider and wider and wider. We’ve got a nice steady rhythm going.
“Maybe he’s one of those guys who fantasizes about his Mom,” she says, finally, her head still back against my shoulder.
“Oh, I know he does,” I reply.
Surprised, she opens her eyes and finally gets a good look at him. I think she’s a little shocked, “wait, he’s the cute guy from the lobby.”
“Yes,” I respond, “cute and well-hung - those shorts were pretty tight.”
I wonder how long it’ll take her….
“You were talking to him in the bar, right?” She’s figuring it out.
“Yes I was. He was admiring you - didn’t realize you were my mom….”
“Good.”
“… until I told him.” I’ve stopped so I can tell all.
She’s blushing now, and getting more horny by the second. “Don’t, don’t stop,” she hisses and grinds up and down my cock. She looks straight at him, muttering, “he knows, he knows - must think we’re so nasty.” She’s jerking up against the railing.
She’s loving it, purring, again “let’s make it as hot for him as it is for us.”.
I slide her top off, exposing every inch of her tits, and she moans again.
But she wants to know: “What else did you talk about?”
“He said his mom was so hot, too, She kept coming on to him.”
I’m about to make it even better for her. I say, “and now he’s seeing what it would be like, her twitching on his cock, just like this.” I put more force into my thrusts and continue, “The poor guy asked me what he should do.” He’s dropped his briefcase.
“And you said?” She’s panting, straining against me. I’m pumping into her faster and faster.
“Watch and learn, my friend.”
She screams, “oh my god, Tommy, fuck your Mom, hard,” so loud, I’m sure he heard it. There’s a dark stain spreading over the front of his shorts.
Then all at the same time, the bus is coming, and Mom is coming, and I’m coming.
He’s runs for the bus awkwardly, trying to hide the stain with his briefcase, and just makes it.
She and I collapse against the railing, panting.
She revives after a few minutes, staring off into the distance after the bus. She’s always dreamy after sex. “Well, we know he was paying attention - I think there’s going to be one more happy Mom tonight.”
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Guarda “Toby Fox Camp Fangamer Interview July 2015 (Part 1)” su YouTube
Thank you, YouTube Recommendations.
Loved the puppet show from Part 3.
