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A mother and her son are unaware that Dean Michaels is about to perform his second test of the mind-control device. They are shopping in their local grocery store, Wholesome Food, picking up a few odds and ends. What is about to happen will change them forever.
The machine activates.
The mother and son discover the joys of incest while they are under its influence. When it turns off, Carter shouldn’t remember that anything happened between himself and his sexy mother.
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Carter Miller – Moments after Deactivation
I blinked and felt like I came out of a fog.
I felt good as I stood in the grocery aisle. Real good. Like I had just cum good. Embarrassment flushed through me at this buzz. I was shopping with my mother. I surreptitiously glanced down to see if I was hard. I got erect all the time.
It was so embarrassing to have it happen around my mother.
I was.
I swallowed, glancing at her. My mother was panting. She fanned her face, looking flushed. Her breasts rose and fell and… They were such large breasts. Big and swelling out the front of her blouse. She looked… gorgeous.
I had the sudden flash of my mother on her knees sucking me off right here in the grocery store. In the cereal aisle.
My dick throbbed in my pants. A powerful pulse at the taboo idea. It was incest. I shouldn’t think about that. I wrenched my gaze from her and turned around to stare down the aisle lined with all those different brands of cereal. I sucked in deep breaths and then grabbed at my cock. I adjusted myself.
“Let’s see,” my mom said, sounding out of breath. “Whew, we need to get the… the… Cereal. Yes, that’s what we need. What type do you want, Carter?”
“Uh, the usual,” I said, shrugging.
She grabbed the shredded wheat. I didn’t eat the frosted shredded wheat any longer. I wasn’t a kid. I was sixteen. I ran a hand through my short, black hair as more images of my mom sucking on my cock filled my mind.
They felt so real. So intense. Beyond just idle daydreams. Like forgotten memories or something. I squeezed my eyes shut to try to force them away. These were not things I should be thinking about at all. She pushed the grocery cart ahead of me.
My eyes fell on her rump. Those rounded mounds looked so appealing writhing beneath the skirt of her dress. I had a flash of her wearing a pair of dainty, gray panties. Two triangles connected by a thin strip of cloth. That couldn’t be. My mother wouldn’t wear something sexy like that.
She was a mom.
Yet I could picture her unbuttoning her dress and stripping naked. Revealing her large breasts in a gray bra with pink trim. I sucked in a breath and flexed my fingers. Why was I thinking about my mother in this way?
She glanced over her shoulder at me. Our eyes met for a moment. This flare of heat rushed through me. Then she jerked her gaze away and pushed the shopping cart faster. Her hips swayed more, her rump flexing beneath the swishing skirt.
Damn.
“We need to hurry up and get everything,” she said, pausing to scoop up a box of cream of wheat off the shelf. “And, uh, get home to make dinner.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“So you’re definitely going to be home for dinner?” she asked, moving ahead of me.
It was Saturday. I should go out with my friends since I didn’t have a date. I was between girlfriends. I swallowed, staring at that ass. My mom was sexy. I had never realized it. She’d always just been my mother, not my mother.
“Yeah, I’ll be home for dinner,” I said, following after her, staring at her ass like a pervert. She was my mother.
Why should that be wrong?
That thought had me reeling. Of course, it should be wrong. Incest was illegal. It created inbred babies. Right?
And? this other voice in my head seemed to say. Incest is okay. It’s sexy. Incest is okay. It’s sexy.
It was like a signal on repeat in my head, echoing over and over. I swallowed, my dick so hard. Those flashes of my mother working her mouth up and down my dick intensified. That should be impossible. We didn’t do anything like that.
Couldn’t have. We were in the middle of the store.
She pushed the shopping cart to another aisle, and I followed after. My thoughts were plagued with ideas. Like falling to my knees and finding out what sort of panties my mother was wearing. Just throwing up her skirt and ripping them down. I would feast on her pussy. Just devour her.
Her black hair swayed around her shoulders. She was a gorgeous woman. The more I stared at her, the more I realized just how hot she was. Busty and sexy. In great shape. Her figure looked amazing in the dress she wore.
Dad was a lucky man.
I wanted to be lucky.
Finally, we headed to the checkout. Mom frowned and pulled out her phone as we waited in line. She blinked at it. “Shoot.”
“Mom?” I asked.
“I don’t know how we spent so much time here,” she said. “It’s almost five.”
“What?” I asked. “It couldn’t be much past 4:30.” I pulled out my own phone and saw it was 4:58. “Huh.”
“I know,” she said. She glanced at me and then jerked her gaze away, her cheeks going red. “Your father’s getting hungry.”
“When’s he not hungry?” I said, trying to sound casual.
Mom didn’t answer, just typed on her phone.
Soon we were ringed up and heading to the car. I put the groceries in the trunk and returned the cart. I hopped into the driver seat. Mom was letting me drive now that I had my license. She typed on her phone, staring at it fixedly.
I couldn’t help but notice how great her legs looked as they peeked out beneath her dress’s skirt. The hem had ridden up, showing off more of her thighs. I groaned, wanting to get home and jerk off my dick. Just stroke one to a screaming orgasm.
It would be great.
We pulled up at the house. We both grabbed an armful of the groceries and headed inside. Dad was sitting on the recliner watching the game. He had a beer sitting on his gut. He glanced up at us as we headed in.
“What took so long?” he asked.
“Oh, well, we must have lost track of time,” Mom said lightly as we strode through the living room. Baseball was on. The ball cracked, the crowd cheering.
After we had brought in the groceries, I found myself helping my mother put away the groceries. I never did that normally, but tonight I just wanted to be around her. She was pulling out cans and putting them up in the shelf. I came up behind her to help, grabbing one.
She shifted and her rump pressed into my crotch. She froze. I throbbed. I could feel the impression of her buttocks against my dick. She shifted her hips, sliding her ass across me as she picked up another can and slowly put it away. This energy seemed to flow between us.
My heart screamed in my chest. I stood there confused by what was going on. This was so strange. What was happening? My dick twitched against her. I wanted to start humping on her as she kept putting away the grocery.
“Thanks,” she said, as I helped, grabbing another can.
“You’re welcome,” I said hoarsely, my voice choked by this heat rushing through me. Did she realize what she was doing to me? Did she think there was nothing strange?
Why would she? I was her son. She couldn’t realize that I just wanted to lift up her skirt and yank down her panties. It would be so easy. She pressed her rump harder into my ass as she leaned over to push a can into the back of the top shelf.
My dick wanted to explode. Her rump felt amazing on me. So soft and plump. I could do it. Just grab her skirt. My hands moved, drifting. I couldn’t stop myself. There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.
There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.
That thought intensified in my mind.
My hands grabbed her skirt. She put away another can of soup, her rump pushing back into my cock. I just had to lift—
Footsteps approached. I pulled away from Mom as Dad entered the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “You bought more beer?”
“Yes,” Mom said, her voice strained. She put another can away, looking tense. I grabbed a bag that held the bread and cereal, putting those away as Dad cracked the can.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Stir fry,” Mom answered.
“Good. Starving.” Then Dad lumbered out of the kitchen.
I panted, realizing what I had been about to do. It would have been the dumbest thing in the world to do that. She would have freaked out. Slapped me. Dad would have come in roaring at me. He’d kick me out of the house if he didn’t beat me black and blue for trying to fuck my mother.
I had to get a grip.
I worked on the other side of the kitchen. I glanced over at Mom as she was pulling out vegetables from another bag. She looked at me. Our eyes met. Then I jerked my gaze away, my cheeks blushing. What was wrong with me?
The moment I had my bag emptied, I rushed for the living room. I had to get away from her and think. I sat down on the couch, the game on. I couldn’t concentrate on it. Dad was into it, but all I could think about was my mother stripping naked and blowing me in the cereal aisle of the grocery store.
“What kept you and your mother so long?” Dad muttered. “You two make any other stops?”
“Nothing happened,” I said.
Dad stared at me. His brow furrowed. “What?”
“We just went to the grocery store,” I said. “That’s all. Just took more time. That’s all. Nothing else.”
He grunted and went back to watching the game. In the kitchen, I could hear the chop of knife and soon the sizzle of stir fry. The savory scents drifted through the living room. My stomach growled. My dick throbbed. I had two hungers. I wanted to eat my mother’s cooking and eat her. If she had blown me, I had to return the favor and go down…
No! She didn’t blow me. That was insane. My mother would never do that, let alone in the middle of the damned grocery store. I closed my eyes as these lusts surged through me. I needed to take care of this. Calm down.
I stood up to go upstairs and stroke one out.
“Dinner’s ready,” Mom called. I froze.
“Bout time,” Dad muttered. He closed the recliner and stood up.
I swallowed and followed after. Mom had made stir fry chicken and noodles with cabbage and other vegetables. It was a simple meal for a Saturday. She sat it out in a bowl. Dad dished up a large helping, Mom a small one. I went in the middle.
It was good.
I sat across from her, those big breasts of hers swelling out her blouse. I just wanted to undo those buttons. She had the top few open. Was that more than it had been when we went shopping? I could just catch a hint of pink lace. And a bit of gray.
Flashes of her tits cradled in that gray bra trimmed by pink flared through my mind. Then she took it off, freeing those heavy breasts. I stared across the table at her, seeing them clearly in my mind. The way they jiggled as she took off her panties and exposed her black bush.
“You going to eat it or stare into space like a stoner moron?” Dad asked.
I jumped. “Sorry. I was thinking.”
“About a woman?” Mom asked.
My cheeks burned. “No.” I stabbed at the stir fry, looking at it and not at her half-unbuttoned blouse.
Dad cleared his plate and grunted, “That was good,” before heading back to the game. I was alone with my mother again. With that blouse half-undone. More of her bra was visible, the round slope of her large breasts on display. She leaned back in her chair, pressing them forward as she let out a contented sigh.
“Did you enjoy it?” Mom asked.
Flashes of cumming in her mouth flooded my mind. Just the way I had pumped her mouth full of my cum in—
“Of course!” I gasped. “I loved your cooking.” I didn’t get a blowjob from my mother! I didn’t cum in her mouth. She didn’t swallow every drop of jizz I had in my balls. That was insane. And I certainly didn’t fall to my knees and eat her out after that. “I’m going to take a shower.”
I bolted from the table, my dick throbbing in my pants.
I raced up the stairs and threw myself into the bathroom. I closed the door and ripped off my t-shirt. My muscular body caught my attention. The girls at my school liked me. I usually had a date on Saturday nights. Nothing serious. Just some fun. Fooling around. I should call one. Go out. Get my balls drained. Stop thinking about my mother.
I ripped off my jeans and underwear. My dick popped out swollen. I grabbed my cock and closed my eyes. I pictured my mother on her knees staring up at me as she sucked so hard on my dick. I could feel it.
Three strokes, and I was cumming into a wad of toilet paper. I shuddered and threw that into the bowl, flushing it away. Then I turned on the shower. I was still hot. Still aching. I needed to cool off. I stepped into the icy water.
“Fuck!” I groaned as the cold spray splashed over my body.
I thrust my head into the stream, letting the water soak my hair. I trembled, my body shaking from the chill. I grit my teeth and let it wash away all the heat. Get it out of my system. I couldn’t be thinking about my mother this way.
It was wrong.
It had to be wrong. Everyone said it was wrong, but it felt so right to me. Shopping with my mother had turned me on to how sexy she was. To the wicked things she could do to me. How hard she could suck my cock. She was a woman. I bet she had sucked Dad off so many times.
Why not me?
Because she was Dad’s wife. My mother. It would be cuckolding him if I did anything with her.
God, she was hot, though. And Dad was out of shape. He had a big beer gut. He didn’t exercise like Mom did. Why shouldn’t she deserve a guy in great shape? Someone who could please her. I shuddered beneath the cold spray, forcing myself to stay under it until my teeth chattered.
Until I couldn’t think these thoughts any longer.
I wussed out.
I slapped the shower to warm. Not even the cold could banish these thoughts. I was still getting hard. I needed more. I shuddered as my flesh warmed up. The heat melted across me. I groaned and then I grabbed my cock.
I was hard again. I stroked myself. I pumped my hand up and down my cock, imagining my mother climbing into the shower. Her large breasts were wet and gleaming as they pressed against my chest. Her lips on mine, kissing me with such passion.
My dick would throb against her as we reveled in incest. There was nothing wrong with it. It didn’t matter what society said. There was nothing wrong with incest. With fucking my mother. I should do it.
I should—
The door opened. “Sorry!” Mom said as she burst in. “I just have to pee.”
I gasped, my hand freezing on my cock. I could see her through the glass doors. A shape that moved to the toilet. She hiked her skirt. I heard the rustle of her panties. Were they the gray triangles like in my imagination? How could I know what pair she wore?
That was impossible.
I slowly stroked my cock as she sat down. I could hear her peeing. She was right there. I just had to fling open the door. Show her my naked body. Offer her my cock to suck on. She would lean forward and engulf it.
Dad was home…
It would be wrong. They were married. In love. Right? They had to be. They were still together. My chest rose and fell. I wanted to just do it. To flash her my cock. But she wouldn’t think it was okay. She couldn’t.
She stood up. The toilet paper rustled. She wiped her self. She ran that cloth through her pussy lips. I licked my lips. I could lap her twat her clean. I could feast on her, feel the silky caress of her curls on my face. I just had to go for it.
She would get mad. Right?
The toilet flushed.
I had to do this. Right now. She was about to leave. Just fling open the door. There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.
There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.
So I just had to slam open the shower door and…
She threw open the shower door. It rattled on its rollers. She stood there, her gray panties around her ankles. They looked just like they had in my dream. She stared at my cock in my hand. It was aimed right at her.
With a groan, she fell to her knees, leaned forward, and swallowed the tip of my cock.
I stared down at her in shock. The pleasure flowing down my dick was so impossible, I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it. Yet there were my mother’s lips wrapped around my shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed. Water landing on my body sprayed on her face and tits in a fine mist.
This was happening.
My mother was sucking on my dick.
“Holy shit,” I groaned, my balls throbbing as her lips slid up and down it. “Mom.”
She just closed her eyes and moaned. The humming sensation rippled around the tip of my cock. The pleasure felt intense. The heat rushed through me. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the intense delight of what she was doing to me. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart thundering away in my chest. This was amazing.
“Damn, Mom,” I groaned, relaxing into this incestuous bliss.
My nuts twitched as she sucked with such hunger on me. She nursed with all that passion. She bobbed her head up and down my cock. She pleasured me with every bit of force she could muster. My balls twitched.
Her mouth felt amazing. Was amazing.
I would have such a huge orgasm. Just pump her full of all that cum brimming in my balls. She would drink it down. This wasn’t a fantasy, but reality. She worked those lips up and down my dick, sucking hard on the way up, her cheeks hollowing.
“Damn,” I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me. “Goddamn, Mom, that’s… You’re… Fuck!”
She whimpered around my cock. Her tongue danced. She caressed me with her passion. It was amazing to feel. Just a treat. I groaned, my dick throbbing as she nursed on me with all that effort. She put her all into it.
I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth. She suckled and nursed with such depraved love. She bobbed her head and slid her mouth up and down my cock. The heat was incredible. The pleasure was intense. Better than any other blowjob.
“Goddamn, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Mom, that’s good. That’s amazing. I’m going to drown you in so much spunk. Yes!”
She sucked with all her force. She nursed with hunger. She was like those girls at my high school. She sucked with the same passion, only she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman. My mother. She loved my cock.
I stared down at her, loving the sight of her face, eyes closed as she moaned her delight in worshiping my dick. Her black hair rustled about her face while her cheeks hollowed. My balls twitched and throbbed.
“Goddamn, this is great. Better than my fantasy! Hell, yes!”
The pressure rose in my balls. That aching heat swelled and swelled. I would spurt so much spunk into her. I would just spurt and spurt and spurt all that cum into her mouth. I couldn’t hold back my longer. I wanted to.
God, how I wanted to hold back and enjoy this for as long as I could.
But she felt too good. Too amazing. Her mouth loved my dick. I shuddered, hurtling towards my orgasm. I would have such a huge explosion of bliss. I would cum in her mouth with all my passion. My hands tightened.
“Mom!” I groaned.
She sucked with hunger.
“Yes!”
My cum pumped into my mother’s mouth.
Pleasure exploded through me as I spilled spurt after spurt of my jizz into her mouth. I basted her with my spunk. The pleasure rushed out of me. It spurted into her mouth. She groaned and gulped it down. She swallowed my spunk with her hungry mouth. She was so loving that way. It was amazing. I groaned, savoring every moment of it. Every last suck.
She gulped down my jizz. She swallowed it with her hungry mouth. My face contorted with the bliss of her wonderful mouth sucking at my dick. My chest rose and fell as she gulped down more and more of my seed.
“Fuck, Mom!” I panted as I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. “That was amazing.”
Her eye snapped open and stared at me. Then she ripped her mouth off my dick and bolted to her feet. Cum ran down her chin. “I don’t know why I did that, Carter!”
Then she bolted out of the room so fast, her panties came off her bare feet. They lay in the middle of the floor. Two triangles of gray connected by a thin line. Just like in my fantasy. How could I have possibly imagined she was wearing this pair of panties. I didn’t even know what sort of panties she liked to wear. Never would I have believed she’d have such a racy pair.
I shut off the shower. “What the fuck is going on?”
I felt amazing just like I had in the grocery store. Where we had spent a half-hour longer than we should have. But there was no way we could have done anything? Not in public. And we would remember. It wouldn’t feel like a fantasy or anything.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
I bent down and scooped up the panties. They were silky. Wispy. I sniffed them and smelled her tangy aroma. I groaned, wanting to lick her pussy. I could picture myself doing it. licking at her. I could almost feel her silky bush on my face. She had a thick one. Not like the girls at my high school who were all shaved.
I threw her panties in the clothes hamper, dried off, and dressed. I stumbled to my room and lay down on my bed. I grabbed my tablet and started Googling. I learned that “lost time” was a phenomenon with alien abductions. People could lose hours. Sex seemed to be involved in them, but that was more getting probed by the aliens and not having sex with my mother.
In the cereal aisle.
“Fuck,” I muttered. It couldn’t be aliens. Nothing had happened at the grocery store and yet… Why did my mother blow me in the shower? It was like she was thinking about all the same things as me? I wanted to go talk to her. Get some answers.
I headed downstairs and found Mom sitting on the couch by Dad. She was curled up at the edge of the couch. She looked up at me and then away. Her cheeks reddened. She licked her lips. My dick throbbed. I swallowed. I had to speak with her.
“Hey, Mom, I, uh, I have a girl question.”
“Wear a condom,” Dad said.
Mom nodded. “I’m watching TV.”
“The baseball game?” It was in the eleventh inning, the game tied. “You like baseball now?”
“Uh-huh,” she said.
I sighed and sank down on the couch beside her. I would get a chance to talk to her if I didn’t let her out of my sight. Eventually, she’d get up. But she just kept sitting on the couch beside Dad. The game stretched on and on. Twelfth inning. Thirteenth inning. Finally, in the sixteenth inning, one of the dumb teams got their act together. I thought, finally, my parents would stop watching TV.
But then Dad was onto Fox Sports to watch the commentary about the game and its mind-numbing tedium. The hours waned on and on. Finally, Dad closed the recliner and muttered he was going to bed. Mom stretched and said the same.
“I really could use that talk, Mom,” I said, pleading at her.
She just said, “Maybe in the morning.”
Then she hurried out of the room with Dad. I sighed, leaning back on the couch. My dick was hard again. I could use another blowjob from my mother. I could eat her out. I groaned, turned off the TV, and went to bed myself.
I tried to sleep. It didn’t come. I just wanted my mother so much. I found MILF porn to watch on my tablet and stroked one out, but that didn’t help. It wasn’t real incest. Just step-mothers or the girlfriend’s mother or something. Never the real thing. Never my mom.
I did cum, but I couldn’t sleep. I just lay there in a daze.
Finally, I groaned and headed downstairs to get a soda to drink. If I couldn’t sleep, I figure I’d play some GTA 5 online. Fuck around or something. I grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge and headed back through the dark living room.
My mom stepped into the living room and froze. She wore a nightgown that fell off her shoulders with spaghetti straps and clung to her round breasts. Her black hair made her face seem so pale in the dim light coming from the kitchen. She quivered there, twin points hardening on her breasts.”
“Carter!” she gasped. Then she whirled to flee.
I dropped the can and grabbed her arm. I spun her back to me and kissed her.
I claimed my mother’s lips, my hands gripping both her arms now. She squirmed, but she didn’t pull back. She let me devour her mouth with mine. The forbidden delight of kissing my sexy mother rippled over me.
My dick throbbed while that tangy musk from her panties filled my nose. I had to enjoy her. I had to savor every bit of her. My tongue danced with hers. I kissed her with hunger. She quivered there, her tongue dancing with mine. Her arm hooked around my neck.
Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I loved the taste of her against my lips. The feel of her was incredible. My dick throbbed and ached. The pressure swelled in my balls. Her nipples rubbed at my bare chest through her satin nightgown.
I broke the kiss and gasped, “Mom.”
“Carter,” she groaned. “I tried. I tried so hard…”
“Since the grocery store?”
“Yes!”
I kissed her again. Something had happened to us there. What? I couldn’t think right now. Not when I needed to be in her. Fucking her. I had to just slide into her pussy and pound her cunt hard. I would bury over and over into her snatch. I would fuck her with such power. She would cum so hard on my dick. But I had to do something else first.
I pushed her back to the couch. She didn’t fight me. She surrendered to me, her tongue dancing with mine. Her mouth tasted so sweet. So delicious. I loved it. My dick throbbed against her, pressing at her through my boxers.
Her calves hit the couch. She gasped as she fell back on it, ripping her lips from mine. Her breasts bounced in her nightgown. She panted as she sat there staring at me, her hands went for my boxers. She shoved them down.
“Carter!” she groaned, her hands grabbing my cock. “You’re so much bigger than your father!”
I grinned at her, feeling my control over the situation. “Take off the nightgown, Mom.”
“Yes!” She grabbed the hem and lifted her rump to pull it off. She revealed her black bush, her curls gleaming with her juices. “Since the grocery store, I’ve wanted you. I don’t know what happened. When did you become so sexy? Mmm, you’re not like your father at all. Not fat. Not lazy. No small dick. My son is strong.”
“Yes,” I growled as her breasts came into view. Large and soft, her nipples the same shade of dark-red I remember from my fantasy. Somehow, my mom has sucked me off in the middle of the grocery store.
It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t remember how it happened. Why. Someone had stolen that from us.
I fell to my knees and pushed her thighs apart. I groaned at the sight of her pussy lips peeking through her bush. Her tangy musk filled my nose. I groaned and then kissed at her silky, inner thigh. I moved down her flesh.
“Carter, are you…?”
“I’m going to devour your pussy,” I growled.
“Oh, god, your father never does. You’re so much better than him. Yes, yes, eat my pussy. You came from there. Incest should be wrong, but…”
“But it’s amazing!” I growled as I kissed closer and closer to the hole that had birthed me.
I ached to be back in my mother. To slide into her. I kissed down her thigh and then I nuzzled into her bush. Her silky hairs caressed over my face. She squeezed her thighs about my head. She held me to her.
I licked through her folds. I caressed my mother’s pussy. She gasped. Her breasts jiggled above me. Her plump lips pursed. I stared up her body as I feasted on her. I devoured her, licking and lapping with such hunger. I would make her explode.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned. “Mmm, you’re going to make your mother cum so hard. Yes, you are.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned and thrust my tongue into the depths of her pussy.
Her cunt clenched around my probing tongue. I soaked in her tangy juices. She groaned and humped her pussy against my face. Her silky hairs caressed over my cheeks and nose. Her breasts heaved over me. Those big and soft and lush mounds.
They were hypnotic to watch as I devoured her. I thrust my tongue into her depths. I danced around in her, loving every moment of her groaning and gasping. Of her squirming in delight. Her passion would burst out of her. It would be incredible.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s good. Oh, yes, Carter!”
Her passion echoed through the living room. Her tangy juices coated my lips. They ran down my chin. She was so wet. Tasted so good. I ate her Mommy pussy. I devoured my hot MILF. She was my mother I’d love to fuck. That made her even hotter.
“God, Mom!” I growled. “I want you to cum.”
“I will!” she gasped. “I’ve been wet since the grocery store. I need it. Mmm, blowing you had been so hot. Your cum tasted so delicious.”
I winked at her and fluttered my tongue up and down her pussy folds. I caressed her. Loved her. I savored the taste of her. She humped against me as I feasted on her. My tongue danced through her folds. She groaned, her face scrunching up. Her bliss echoed through the room. Her breasts heaved as she ground herself against me.
Her juices grew hotter and hotter. Her cream ran down my chin to the hollow of my throat. I loved the feel of her silky hairs caressing my face. My tongue caressed her folds. I licked up her passion, giving my mother such delights.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Carter!”
“Mom!” I growled. I flicked at her clit with my tongue.
She bucked. “My sexy son! Yes! You’re so big and strong. Sixteen. A stud!”
I sucked on her clit. I nursed on her bud with hunger. She groaned and humped her mouth against me. I shuddered as her silky curls rubbed across my face. I thrust my tongue into her snatch. I fluttered up and down her slit. I caressed her with my hunger.
I feasted on her with passion. I thrust my tongue into her before I lapped at her pussy lips. My tongue flicked against her bud. She whimpered and clenched her thighs tight about my face. I sucked on her nub. I nibbled on her with passion.
“Oh, Carter, yes!” she moaned. “Mmm, you’re going to make me cum. Oh, my sexy son is going to make me explode.”
I winked at her as I nursed on her clit. Her breasts jiggled and shook. They smacked together. They rippled with the force of their impact. She squeezed her thighs around my head and whimpered. Her hands grabbed her lush boobs.
Her fingers dug into her tits. She whimpered. Moaned. Then she cried out in rapture. “Carter!”
Her cream gushed out of her pussy. Those delicious and tangy and forbidden juices. I feasted on my mother’s passion. I licked up her incestuous rapture. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, loving the taste of her.
“Yes, yes, yes, Carter!” she moaned. “Oh, my god. That’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, Carter!”
I savored licking up her cream. Her juices spilled down my cheeks and ran down my throat. So much of her passion gushed out of her. She bucked, her tits smacking together. Her moans echoed through the living room.
“This is it!” she moaned. “This is the pleasure that I crave. That I deserve. Oh, my god, that’s amazing. Yes, yes, yes! This is the best cum of my life!”
“It’ll get better,” I growled and ripped my face from her tits. “When I fuck you, Mom. When my cock is in you.”
“Fuck me!” she moaned.
But I wasn’t ready for that. I buried my face into her tits, first. I rubbed my cream-coated cheeks into the inner slopes of her boobs. I squeezed those soft and pillowy mounds around my face, savoring them. They were perfect. Just so lush and ripe.
“God, you’re sexy, Mom!” I moaned, my fingers digging into her tits.
“And you’re not, Carter?” she groaned. “You should be out with a girl your age, not with your old mom.”
“Old? Fuck, you’re one of the hottest women I know.” My fingers dug into her tits. “None of the girls at my school have boobs this big and fine. God, and you’re my mother. That makes this even hotter.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Incest is amazing!”
She shuddered and breathed, “It is. Oh, Carter, you’re amazing. Mmm, and look at you. I guess all boys love big boobs, huh?”
“Yes!”
She giggled, a girlish sound that made my dick throb. Her hands ran through my hair as I reveled in the feel of her breasts around me. I loved their softness. The scent of her. It wreathed in the air around her. Just a perfect aroma.
Then I kissed up and up to the top of her right boob. I smooched up and up it. She groaned and squirmed. My fingers dug into her tits. I squeezed them, digging my hand into her tits. My tongue flicked out and brushed her nipple.
It quivered.
I sucked her nub into my mouth. I savored the feel of her around me. She groaned, her body shaking as I nursed on her. I suckled with hunger. She squirmed beneath me, her moans echoing through the living room. Dad was upstairs sleeping.
I was playing with his wife. She was wet for me. Said I had a better cock then him. Bigger. I was a greater man than him because I made her cum the hardest in her life. I suckled with such hunger on her nipple as I reveled in cuckolding my father.
If he couldn’t love this woman right, I would.
“Carter,” she moaned as I nibbled on her nub.
I sucked on her. She squirmed, her body trembling beneath mine. My dick throbbed and ached. I was so ready to fuck her. So eager to ram my dick into her pussy and make her explode. She would have such a huge climax on my dick.
I popped my mouth off her right nub and darted for her left nipple. My tongue fluttered against the dark-red delight thrusting up from her wide areola. Her moans echoed through the air. I swirled around her nipple and then sucked her into my mouth.
I loved her.
Nibbled on her with my lips.
She squirmed beneath me, her pants growing louder and louder. I could feel her building need. That desire she had for me grew in her as I loved her bud. My dick ached as I nursed on her nub. I loved the feel of her nipple in my mouth. It felt so wickedly right to do this depraved act. I squeezed my mother’s tits as I worshiped her. Gave her the pleasure she deserved.
“I need you in me!” she moaned, her cry of passion so throaty I had to respond to her.
I ripped my nipple off her mouth and slid up her body. Her hand shot down and grabbed my cock. She stroked me, her brown eyes staring into mine with such hunger. She pressed my cock into her thick bush. Her silky curls caressed over the top of my dick.
Then I felt the hot kiss of her pussy lips on my crown. Her cunt almost smooched at my dick. I shuddered as she pushed me into her snatch an inch. Just enough for those hungry folds to slide around me. I was one thrust away from ramming into her.
“You want my dick in you, don’t you, Mom?” I asked.
“Yes!” she moaned, her body trembling. “I want it in me so badly.”
“Mmm, and you’re going to get it,” I growled. “You’re going to get my dick slamming to the hilt in you. I’m going to fuck you harder than Dad ever did.”
Her eyes lit up. Her arms slid around my body, fingernails biting into my back. “Promise?”
“Yes!” I growled and thrust into her.
I claimed my mother’s pussy.
She gasped, her fingernails biting into my back. Her cunt felt incredible as that silky sheath squeezed about me. That hot snatch gripped me. The pleasure raced through me. It was outstanding to feel. I groaned, savoring every inch of her silky hole sliding around my cock. That hot and sexy twat held my dick with passion. She would make me explode.
I couldn’t wait for the rapture to erupt out of my cock. It would be incredible to feel her snatch writhing around me as I pumped her full of spunk. I kissed her with hunger, my lips still tasting of her tangy snatch. She kissed me with hunger as I drew back. Her snatch clutched at me, sucking at the tip of my dick.
I pumped away at my mother’s incestuous depths I buried into her again and again. I savored every hard plunge into her snatch. Every amazing and delicious thrust into her cunt. She squeezed her twat about me. It was amazing to feel.
The pleasure surged around me. It was amazing ecstasy to revel in. Her snatch caressed my dick. I grunted and groaned as I pounded her cunt. It was a fantastic delight. The pleasure rushed around me. This amazing heat that surged down my cock.
I broke the kiss to gasp, “Damn, Mom!”
“Oh, Carter, you’re so big!” she moaned, her tight pussy clenching around me as I pumped away at her. It was like her twat was measuring me. “So much bigger than your father! Oh, yes, yes, that’s good. That’s amazing. Mmm, I’m going to cum on this dick.”
“Good,” I growled, slamming into her cunt. I buried hard into her. I slammed to the hilt in her snatch. “I want you to explode, Mom. You’re going to get the pleasure you need.”
“My wonderful and sexy son!” she moaned.
She kissed me with her hot lips as I fucked her hard against the couch. It creaked beneath her as I pounded her incestuous sheath. Her snatch squeezed about me, building and building that ache at the tip. I would fire so much of my cum into her.
Just flood her with all my passion.
My heavy balls cracked into her taint. The meaty sounds mixed through the air. She groaned, her fingernails clawing at my back. She raked across me. I groaned at the burning scratches. Her depraved passion excited me.
Spurred me to fuck her hard. Fast. I pounded my mother without restraint, our bodies coming together in forbidden bliss. We were united again. Mother and son made one. Her pussy gripped me, welcoming me into her snatch with my every thrust.
She broke the kiss to gasp, “Yes, yes, you’re so much more virile than your father!” she groaned. “He would have cum by now. But you…” Her pussy clenched down around my dick. “You’ll have me climaxing first. Ooh, you have stamina! My son is a stud!”
“And my mom is a foxy beauty!”
She groaned, her pussy squeezing around me. Her flesh grew hotter and hotter as I slammed into her. I buried hard and fast into her pussy, her snatch massaging my tip. That hot twat built and built the ache at the pinnacle of my cock. The heat flowing down my dick fed the pressure in my nuts.
They would explode with ecstasy. A mighty burst of rapture that would sweep over us both. I groaned and kissed my mother with hunger. My tongue danced with hers. She groaned, trembling beneath me.
I slammed into her hard. My balls cracked into her body. She gasped. Her pussy clenched down hard on my cock. As I pulled back, her flesh rippled and writhed around my dick. I groaned at the feel of her hot flesh convulsing about me.
I buried into my mother and came in her.
I groaned as I pumped spurt after spurt of jizz into my mother’s pussy. Her cunt convulsed and writhed around my dick. She humped against me, her twat sucking at me. She felt incredible as she came.
The pressure surged to the tip of my dick. I broke the kiss. “Mom!”
“Carter! Carter! Cum in me!” she howled, her pussy spasming with such force around my cock. “I need it. You’re such a stud! I haven’t cum like this in… in… Ever! You’re amazing! I love you, Carter!”
I kissed my mother and buried to the hilt in her. My cum pumped into her pussy. The pleasure shot out of my balls and spurted into her snatch. Her flesh rippled around my dick. She sucked at me, hungry for me. I groaned, my balls aching as they flooded her with my incestuous seed.
I basted my mother’s unprotected pussy. Was she on birth control? Could I be breeding my mother with my jizz? I shuddered, my orgasm intensifying. The pleasure slammed into my mind as she bucked beneath me.
Her pillowy breasts rubbed into my chest. Nipples hard. Her pussy wrung out every drop of spunk in my balls. I groaned as I fired the last of the spunk into her. I broke the kiss, the pair of us panting as we came down from our forbidden bliss.
“Carter,” she said, smiling. “That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was,” I said and kissed her. She closed her eyes and loved me.
I knew that even though she would be returning to my father’s bed, she was mine. I had claimed her. This would happen again and again. She would come for my cock. And I would fuck her so hard. I would give her the pleasure she deserved.
I didn’t know what happened at the grocery store, but I was glad it had. I would treasure my mother. I would worship her. And then I would fuck her hard and make her cum on my dick like the wildest schoolgirl-slut.
I had the sexiest woman in the world in my arms. I was such a lucky son.
Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Teen male/Teen females, School, Orgy, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Teacher, Interracial, Ass to Pussy, Facial
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I left my husband making love to June in the nursing room of our church. It was a private, dark room with tinted windows that looked out on the worship hall. You couldn’t see in, but you could see out. The potluck was being held in the fellowship hall, leaving hardly anyone around in the rest of the building. Continue reading →
Hello! I mentioned in an early post that Amazon’s been giving me some issues on posting stories on free sites. Not for content, just that they’re out there on the internet.
So, for those stories that I plan on posting there, I’m using a new method. You’ll get the story for free, just as an ebook form. The link below will let you download it for free (you’ll have to sign up for an account and they’ll send you spam, sorry), but you’ll get it as both popular forms of ebook and as a PDF. This story is the same version I’d share on here. Not edited for content or anything!
The busty headmistress has naughty passions only Corey can satiate!
Corey is eager to attend his first day at St. Maria Theodora, an all-girls’ college. He has four hot genies to find and woo amid the sea of nubile coeds! As the only guy on campus, he’s attracting everyone’s notice.
Including the headmistress. The new nun running the college appears to be an Arabic beauty and it’s her first day on the job.
Has he found a sultry and busty genie? Either way, when he’s called to her office, he’s ready to satiate the mature nun. Is she one of the four genies? And what about that innocent girl in his math class?
Corey is going to have the best college year ever!
You have to read this kinky harem tale to find out what happens!
Headmistress’s Naughty Desires is an 8500 word harem, genie, supernatural, oral, first time, nun, teacher, coed, college, interracial erotica that is not for the faint of heart.
I pulled my truck into the parking lot of the Church of God Assembled. I turned it off and grabbed my cup of coffee, those thoughts of leaving a device at the Stay Awake Cafe burning through my mind. I shook my head. Had to get those ideas out of my mind. Continue reading →
Everything is fuzzy. You feel disembodied. Drifting through a gray universe. You don’t know how long. Nor where you are.
Then you feel it. A sucking. It draws at you. You rise up towards it, being dragged. Your bland world fades. The grays are giving away to colors. Vibrant hues. Reds and oranges and exciting yellows that pulse with the suckling pressure.
You realize that sucking you’re feeling is drawing you towards something real. Something physical. It’s amazing. Pleasurable.
You can feel something warm and wet around your cock.
You have a cock.
That shouldn’t be surprising to you since you’re a guy. You’ve used your cock before. You’ve been with girls before. You struggle to remember any of those encounters, but you have vague impressions of receiving blowjobs. Handjobs. Even a titty fuck once. You’ve slid into dozens of girls’ pussies. You’ve even been in a few girls’ assholes. You just can’t remember the details. Their faces. Names. But you remember the sensations.
There’s definitely a girl’s mouth wrapped around your cock.
You groan, feeling yourself coming awake now. You were in some sort of dreamless sleep. But that sucking mouth is drawing you closer and closer to full consciousness. There’s a warm tongue, agile and skilled, sliding around the crown of your cock. You love that feeling. It makes you groan, a deep, throaty growl that rises out of your throat. Your hands clench, grabbing sheets. Linen. Soft. You can fill a mattress beneath your back. Your head rests on a pillow. The air has a faintly antiseptic smell.
A hospital?
You can hear sounds now. The sloppy sucking of a woman enthusiastically blowing you. Those soft lips slide up and down your cock, your crown rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Your tip reaches towards the back of her throat before she slides back up. The suction is incredible. You groan louder, your eyelids fluttering now. You’re so close to being fully awake.
Your eyes open.
You’re staring up at a strange ceiling. It’s a drop ceiling like you’ve seen at an office or school. Fluorescent lights are spaced here and there. Those long cylinders hum as they illuminate the room. You blink, shifting to stare down your body.
You’re not surprised to see that you’re in good shape. You’re young. You knew that. Seventeen. You have a thatch of manly chest hair and your stomach has rippling abs. Your cock thrusts up from a thick bush, the tip buried in the mouth of the woman blowing you. She has golden-brown skin. A Hispanic hottie. Her dark eyes flash up to you, her cheeks hollowing as she worships you. She’s wearing a white cap with a red cross on it.
“Nurse?” you ask, realizing that you’re lying on a hospital bed. There is a blue privacy curtain around you. The medicinal smells now make sense.
Her uniform is something out of the fifties. A white blouse hugs tight to her round breasts that sway as she bobs her head and works that mouth up and down your cock. Her hand strokes across your stomach while her eyes smolder.
She purrs in delight and keeps sucking.
“What?” you groan, wondering if you’re still dreaming. Because this is a delicious way to wake up.
You can see the line of her back leading to the swell of her rump. Plump and curvy, hugged by a tight, white miniskirt. She’s standing beside your bed, letting you glimpse some of her thighs before they vanish out of sight. She’s wearing white stockings. Not pantyhose, but the type that needs garter straps to hold them up.
“Damn, aren’t you a sexy one,” you say. If you were a virgin, you’d probably be shocked by this, but you know you’re the type a guy who doesn’t have a problem hitting on girls. You’ve racked up your share of conquests. Either this is a dream, or you’re just the luckiest dude in the world. It doesn’t matter because you’re going to enjoy this Latina nurse sucking on your cock.
“Yeah, you’re just a hungry one, aren’t you?” you growl, loving to talk dirty when you’re in bed with a girl. You’ve never been with one her age, not that she’s old; she’s middle-age. A MILF. You definitely don’t remember having experience with anyone older than their twenties. Mostly it was high school girls. Ones who attended your school. All those faceless images that are just tantalizing out of reach of your memory.
“Just hungry for my cum, aren’t you?”
The nurse nods, moaning around your cock. The pleasure hums, caressing the tip of your dick. It throbs and aches in her mouth. Her lips feel amazing as she sucks you off. Your balls twitched, and you can feel a load of cum building and building. You’re going to fire so much jizz down her throat. You’re going to flood this naughty, naughty nurse with every drop of spunk you have.
“Damn, this is one way to treat a patient,” you say, vaguely feeling pain throbbing across your temple. You rub there, feeling a soreness and a rising knot like you’ve taken a blow to the head. “Fuck, do you do this to all the guys you treat?”
Her mouth slides up far this time before she pops off. “Well, you’re the first male student at the school. I haven’t had a chance to nurse any other guys. Maybe I would. Or maybe you’re just special.”
She winks at you before she swallows your cock again.
The only guy in the school? You know that’s not true. You can remember the guys who also went to your school as vague forms, almost negative spaces shaped like people. Some were your friends. Guys who were on the football team with you. Others were guys who played other sports or were just cool dudes that you hung out with. Partied with. Swapped sluts with when your girlfriends weren’t putting out.
Though your school definitely didn’t have a nurse this hot. You would’ve been in the infirmary every chance you got just to have her suck your dick if that was the case.
It’s too hard to care what’s happening, though. She’s worshiping your cock. Your balls are growing tighter and tighter. And her cute ass is wiggling. She’s enjoying blowing you. Her mouth is bobbing faster and faster. She knows that you’re going to cum soon. She’s hungering for it. Her dark lashes flutter as she works her lips up and down your cock.
Your hand reaches out and just manages to rest on her ass. You can feel her rump flexing beneath her tight miniskirt. She’s either wearing a thong or going commando because you don’t feel anything else between you and her butt-cheek. You give her a squeeze, bringing a moan from her that hums around your cock.
Bringing you closer and closer to cumming in her mouth.
You groan, savoring it. The pressure’s rising and rising. Your nuts tighten. You growl, eager to erupt into her mouth. You got a feeling that this nurse is a swallower. She’s not going to waste your cum. She’s going to enjoy every last drop of it.
“Shit!” you groan. “You better get ready, because I’m going to flood your mouth! Fucking hell, you’re good at that. I’m going to—
“Yes!”
Your cum explodes out of your dick. Your entire body spasms on the hospital bed. The rush of pleasure is intense. It feels like you haven’t cum in ages. Your jizz spurts out of you over and over again. Your balls empty your spunk into the Hispanic nurse’s hungry mouth. Her cheeks bulge as your jizz spills across her tongue.
And then she gulps.
Is there a sound sexier than a woman swallowing your jizz? Right now, there definitely isn’t.
The final blast of your cum fires into the Hispanic nurse’s mouth. You groan as the pleasure slams through your body. Little stars explode across your vision. You savor the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your feet twitch on the bed, the frame creaking as she swallows the last of your seed.
“Fuck,” you pant. “You sure know how to take care of a guy.”
The nurse slides her lips off your cock and smiles at you. “Well, it’s not like we get a lot of guys here.”
“Where is ‘here’?” you ask, still panting. You feel amazing from the blowjob, but now your curiosity is starting to itch at you.
“Why, Saint Miriam High,” she answers. “It’s a private, all-girls’ school. We’re a boarding school, to be precise. We’re up in the mountains, with all that fresh air to provide a place of relaxing and distraction-free education for our students.” She gives a wicked giggle. “Of course, now you’ve shown up.”
“Boarding school?” you mutter. “Those still exist?”
“They still exist. This is a place where girls come from around the world to study. We keep them from leaving the campus, so there’s no distraction from the outside. Nothing interfering in their education. It lets them be free to be themselves. Now, I know that might seem different from anything you’re used to, but this is your new home until summer break.”
“I’m not a girl,” you say as you rub your head. “Nor do I remember signing up to go to an all-girls’ high school. I mean I was attending…” You frown, knowing you’re a senior in a high school, but that knowledge is just like everything else. The broad strokes are there, but you can’t focus on any of the details. It’s like this fog’s smothered everything in your mind. Thinking about it hurts, making you massage the knot hoping it would go away.
“I’d be careful prodding that,” she says. “You took a nasty hit to the head. The headmistress is sorry about that. You were just starting your tour of the school grounds when one of the girls on the volleyball team, a senior named Terra Beckett, spiked the ball too hard. Just smacked you right in the head. Just when your tour was getting started.”
“Okay, why would you be giving me a tour of here?” I asked. “I thought you said this is an all-girls’ school. I mean…” You glance down at your cock, still half-hard and wet with her saliva. “I’d say having a dick is pretty good proof that I’m not a girl. I certainly don’t identify as a woman.”
“Oh, it’s part of a pilot program. There’s a push, you know, equality and all that stuff.” She straightens up and you catch her nametag pinned to the front of her white blouse. It really did hug those round breasts of hers. It’s clear she isn’t wearing a bra because her nipples are poking against the thin material. Her nametag shows her first initial is a B and her last name as Abraca. “So, we have to accept at least a few boys or were going to loose our funding. A government law called Title 9 or something like that. You know anything about that?”
You shake your head, never hearing about this before. You rub again at the knot on your head, wincing at the pain.
“So, I applied to come here, Nurse Abraca?”
“I believe so,” she answers you. She flashes you a sultry smile over her shoulder. “Let me just fill out this form, and then I’ll take you to see the headmistress. She’s very worried about you. After all, you were smacked in the head while taking a walk with her. Ms. Warren is someone who cares greatly about her students.”
“Yeah,” you say, loving the way the skirt hugs the nurse’s rump as she bends over. It rides up high, exposing more of her golden-brown thighs above the tops of her stockings. There are no garters holding them up, which makes you wonder if she’s wearing any panties.
She must have a thong on, right?
And what sort of school, even an all-girls’ school, would have a woman wearing that uniform as the nurse. It’s a porno parody of a nurse’s outfit. Something a stripper would wear, or a slut on Halloween.
You can’t help but wonder if this isn’t some weird prank. Did your friend slip you some drug which is making your memory all wonky? And then did they hire you a prostitute dressed as a nurse? You have a feeling there’s a couple of your friends that you wouldn’t put it past them to do this.
“Okay, there,” the nurse says. She straightens, adjusting her skirt. “Let’s go see the headmistress.”
“Uhh… should I get dressed?”
The nurse glances at you, her eyes roaming your muscular body. Her lips purse in a naughty smile. “Why, the girls would appreciate seeing a stud like you walking around naked. Certainly would open the eyes of the freshman. I bet many of them haven’t seen a cock at all, let alone a big one like yours.”
You grin at her, loving the complement. “Big, huh? Maybe we could hold off seeing the headmistress. I could introduce you to just how big I am.”
“Are you suggesting that you slip your cock inside of me?” she asks, her brown eyes widening in feigned innocence. “What a rapacious, young man you are. But I have my orders. The blowjob was… a medical treatment. I had to wake you up somehow, didn’t I?” She pouts her lower lip at you. For a woman in her thirties, she was coquettish.
You like it.
“Of course you had to blow me, Nurse Abraca.” You grin. “But maybe you should give me a more thorough exam.”
“Maybe you’re right,” she says. She grabs a pair of black slacks and throws them at you. “Put this on. Your shirt’s over here.” She points to it draped over the chair. “Don’t forget the tie. We do have a uniform code here at St. Miriam.”
She bustles towards her desk and sits down, her eyes watching you as you dress. She didn’t give you any underwear, so you just pull on the slacks without it, careful not to zip your dick up. You did that once, you think, the idea rising out of your hazy mind.
You really can’t recall anything.
In fact, you’re wondering just what your name is. Your parents’ faces are indistinct, same with teachers and friends. It’s almost disconcerting. And, perhaps, if you weren’t buzzing from the delicious blowjob the nurse gave you, you’d be more concerned.
“So did my friends put you up to this?” you ask her.
She giggles. “Oh, you think they slipped you a roofie and then hired me to give you a blowjob?” She licks her lips. “Well, I’ve never been paid to give any guy a blowjob. I always do it voluntarily.”
“Okay, so you’re saying, beyond that door over there”—you point at the door which seems to be the only exit out of here—“I’m going to find a school full of girls? Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen-year-old girls?”
“Oh, I’m sure a few of them are eighteen,” she says. “You’re seventeen, right?”
“Yeah,” you say, the number feeling right.
“And let’s see, your name is…” She says a name. You blink, it feels right. You guess that’s your name. “And do you have any allergies? I should probably know that now.”
“Don’t think so,” you say as you button up the dress shirt. You tuck that into your pants and then look at the tie. You find yourself able to knot it without thinking. Your hands move with a skill that you’re shocked to have. You wonder if you wore a lot of ties. You must have.
Once you’re finished dressing, Nurse Abraca smiles at you and motions towards the door. That fine, fine ass of hers leads the way. You’re right on her heels, your cock already hard again. You know this sounds too good to be true. The only guy in an all-girls’ high school isolated in the mountains? It sounds like heaven. Schoolgirl Heaven. You’re pretty sure there’s no such thing as heaven. But that ass…
You can’t help but think that if an angel had an ass, hers would look as great in a white, tight miniskirt.
The nurse opens the door and leads you out into the hallway. The walls are what you expect, that sort of white beige that all institutions seem to paint themselves in. There are doors that line it and windows looking in on empty classrooms.
This is definitely a school. And definitely one you’ve never been to before. The odds of this being a prank seems to be dwindling by the moment.
The nurse strides forward, her heels clicking. Your footsteps echo with hers down the hall. “We’re on the first floor,” she says. “This is where you’re going to find the science classes and art classes. The cafeteria is in the north wing.” She points straight ahead. “Auditorium is behind us in the south wing.”
You pass a room that is clearly a chemistry lab. Instead of desks, there are lab stations with gas spigots for Bunsen burner. In the back are shelves full of all the sorts of flask and vials and test tubes and all that other crap you need to perform experiments.
“And, of course, administration is up at the front of the first floor, right when you walk in. It’s not far from here.”
“Sure,” you say, looking around.
Ahead, there’s a T-intersection, crossing hallways. Two girls stride by, both of them wearing cheer outfits and holding hands. They have on black, pleated skirts that fall very, very short, barely covering their rumps. Their tops are sleeveless belly shirts that cling to their breasts. The pink hue is quite enticing.
The two girls glance over at you and then grin. One is clearly Hispanic, her brown hair long, her eyes dark and sultry. Her nipples pucker up against the thin material of her top. A hungry grin spreads across her lips. “This him, Nurse Abraca?”
“This is him,” the nurse said. “This is Ramona and Ibtihaj,” the nurse says, motioning to the other cheerleader. She looks Arabic with short, black hair. Her breasts are also round, about the same size as the Hispanic girl’s. Ibtihaj has erect nipples also pressing up against the fabric of her stretchy top and a class ring on her right hand.
“Welcome to Saint Miriam,” she says, a big smile on her face. “Great to meet you. I’m the president of the Student Council, so if you have any problems with anything going on, just come talk to us. We want to make sure that you have a pleasant experience. The student council is behind this move to bring in boys.”
Ramona bursts into giggles, nodding as she stares at you. “It’s a little boring when all we have is our toys and twats to play with.”
You blink at that. Did she just imply that all the girls here were resorting to lesbianism? Or maybe it’s just the cheer squad. The two are holding hands in a way that has your cock throbbing hard and Letters from Penthouse dancing through your head.
What were Letters from Penthouse?
“Well, I hope you end up in my dorm,” says Ibtihaj, the Arab cheerleader winking at you. “I guarantee you’ll love it. It’s the Angels’ Dorm.”
“Oh, yeah,” you say, a little off-balanced by this.
“I have to get him to the headmistress,” the nurse says. “I’m sure you girls will find time to play with him eventually.”
They both nod, both staring at you with hunger. Then they stroll off.
“Just what sort of school is this?” you ask, glancing at the nurse and her sensual outfit. “I’ve never seen cheer uniforms with skirts that short outside of porn.”
“We are a very… open school,” she answers. “We encourage young girls to express their pent-up desires in a safe and supportive manner. It’s traditionally why we’re an all-girls’ school so there are no life-changing consequences. But, we have to modernize. It’s a good thing we’ve started the girls on the pill. I can’t imagine the sort of incidents that will happen with you here.”
You swallow. The idea of knocking up a bunch of girls both terrifies you and… makes your dick throb even harder. It makes you feel like you’re the ultimate stud.
The nurse takes a left at the intersection. Ahead is the entrance to the school. A pair of double doors that are open out onto a green lawn. You can just make out a dark wall, something like an Alpine forest maybe, in the distance. She takes the first door on the right with a sign above it reading: “Administration.”
Inside is a secretary’s desk that she passes to head down a short hallway. You pass offices for the counselor, the deputy headmistress, and then the headmistress herself is at the end of it. Nurse Abraca knocks on the door. “He’s awake.”
“Oh, good,” a voice calls. “Send him in.”
The nurse smiles at you and says, “Now you be a good boy. I’m sure the headmistress will give you a reward if you are.”
As she strides by you, she smacks your rump.
“I can be good if the reward’s worth it,” you say, flashing her a grin over your shoulder.
She laughs as she strides down the hallway.
Maybe this is just a weird dream you’re having. It’s more elaborate than anything you’ve ever had, so close to reality but it’s all so surreal. The school can’t be real. Women didn’t act like this. Unless you hit your head and woke up in porn heaven.
Schoolgirl porn heaven.
If you aren’t tripping on drugs, then dying and being in heaven seems like the next best explanation to what was going on. Unless there really was some secret all-girls’ high school where everyone was a horny lesbian just waiting for a real cock to arrive.
It was a sort of fantasy that was tailor-made for a guy your age. For a guy of any age!
You open the door and enter the headmistress’s office. It’s like any school administration office you’ve been in. A few shelves with books and her diploma on the wall announcing which school she graduated from and what degree she possesses. You hardly notice it because you’re arrested by the sight of the headmistress herself.
She’s perched on the front of her desk, her legs crossed before her. She has dark-brown hair gathered up in a bun. But instead of looking old-fashioned like a matron or a church spinster, it makes her seem sexy. Especially with those dainty glasses perched on her nose. She has that wicked librarian vibe. A hungry Mrs. Robinson who just wants to devour a young man.
You’re not opposed to being devoured by her.
She has large breasts that swell her low-cut, pink blouse with a ruffled collar. Her cleavage is enticing. Dark pantyhose clad her thighs, and the peek of smooth, pale skin between the top of the stockings and the start of her short, dark-brown skirt makes your blood boil. She smiles at the sight of you, her eyes flicking up and down.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re not hurt,” she says. “But you’re looking at me like you haven’t seen me before.”
“Uh, there seems to be some problems with my memory,” you say striding to her. “Like how I got here. Where here is. When I accepted to come here.”
“Well, I’m sure that’ll all come back to you. I’m told that getting hit in the head can cause some amount of temporary memory loss. But you know who you are, right?”
“Yeah,” you say. “Mostly.”
“Well, I suppose introductions are in order. Doris Warren, Headmistress of St. Miriam School for Young Ladies.”
Her legs uncross, and you groan at the dark promise between them. She grabs your tie with one hand while her right leg hooks around your waist and pulls you close to her. You grin. Drug-addled delusion, schoolgirl heaven, or the most elaborate prank your friends ever played all seem more plausible than the truth.
Either way, you’re enjoying yourself.
You go for Ms. Warren’s breasts, groping the headmistress’s large tits through her low-cut blouse. Like with Nurse Abraca, it’s obvious that she’s not wearing a bra beneath. The feel of her tits is incredible. You knead them. Grope them.
“Bold boy,” she coos in delight. “I’m so sorry you got smacked in the head. She pulls on your tie, lowering your head enough to kiss the knot. “I’ll.”
SMOOCH!
“Make you.”
SMOOCH!
“Feel all better.”
SMOOCH!
You grin and squeeze her tits, “What a dedicated headmistress. You treat all your students like this?”
“I want them all to leave my office with a smile,” she purrs, her leg pulling you in tight. Her skirt rides up and you can feel the warmth of her pussy bleeding through your pants. “I’m not letting you get hit in the head again before I get to know you. The tour can wait.”
“Yes, it can,” you say and claim her lips.
Your right hand slips off her boobs and goes around her as you thrust your tongue into her mouth. She groans, her other leg wrapping around your waist. She kisses you harder while her hands slid down your chest to reach between your crouches as your tongues duel.
Your left hand yanks on her blouse. You pull down hard and her right boob pops out into your hand. She groans into the kiss as you squeeze her. Knead her. You give her boob all the love that it deserves. Your thumb massages her nipple, teasing her.
She quivers in delight and grinds against you, working her pussy on your aching dick. Your cock throbs against her. The pleasure throbs up through your cock. You groan. Her fingers play with your fastener.
The zipper rasps down.
Her hand reaches inside. You groan, loving the feel of her reaching in to play with your cock. Your dick is aching now. On fire. She grasps you. Strokes you. Her hand pumps up and down your cock, stimulating you.
You break the kiss and grin, “Just going right for it, huh?”
“You’re not the only one who can be bold.” Her smile is dazzling as she pulls your cock out. Your pants slip down off your waist and over your rump. It thrusts out from beneath your shirttails. She slides it beneath her skirt.
You feel the silky kiss of her pubic hair. Wet. Soaked. Her smile grows as she works you up and down against her hot flesh. She coos in delight, rubbing you on her clit. You can feel that bud sliding over your crown and pop into your urethra for a moment, and then she’s pressing you down.
“Welcome to St. Miriam,” she breathes.
You thrust into Ms. Warren’s pussy.
The headmistress groans as your cock slides into her. She shudders, her snatch squeezing around your dick. She grips you with a sure and powerful grip. The pleasure ripples down your cock from that delicious embrace. You groan, feeling the dizzying thrill of being in her twat.
Her tongue flicks over her lips. She stares at you with a hungry glint in her eyes. It’s clear she wants you to enjoy her pussy. To pound her and make you both cum. She’s giving you the best welcome any high school senior has ever received in the history of the world.
I have died and gone to fucking heaven, you think as you draw back your cock.
The headmistress’s pussy clenches around you. Her sucking flesh massages your cock. It’s the first time you’ve been bareback in a woman, you realize. No pesky rubber separates you from the silky delight of her embrace.
You revel in that as you thrust back into her. You bury your cock deep and hard into her. You slam to the hilt in her and groan at the way she squeezes about you. She grips your cock with a hungry fervor, her moans echoing through the office.
You squeeze her tit. You massage and knead it. You dig your fingers into her plump and pliant breast. She shudders and wiggles her hips from side to side, stirring your cock around inside of her twat. Her moans echo through the room. They reverberate between the walls as you pump away at her. You fuck her hard and fast.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps. Then she cries out your name in such ecstatic delight. “Welcome to my school! Oh, you’re going to fit right in, champ.”
Champ… You like that.
“Glad to be here, Ms. Warren,” you pant, thrusting hard into her depths. You churn up her pussy. You revel in the squeeze of her twat around your dick. “Damn, glad to be here.”
“You’re going to stimulate this school!” Her thighs grip your waist as she undulates her hips, using those legs as leverage. Her silky snatch stirs around your cock. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make such a splash!”
“Yes!” you groan, burying hard into her. You plunge your dick to the hilt in her. You’re fucking her fast and hard now. You’re burying your dick to the hilt in her cunt again and again, savoring every moment of fucking this hot woman.
This sexy MILF.
She’s old enough to be your mother and you love that. Your fingers dig into her soft breast. Your other hand slides up and down her back. The whisk of her nylons on your dress shirt as she grips you adds such a naughty sound to the wet plunge of your cock spearing into her depths.
“Oh, Champ, yes!” she gasps. “Oh, that’s so good. Just drive that dick into me. Such a big cock. Oh, yes, yes!”
“You like that, huh?” you demand, burying into her faster. Harder. “You know what’s going to happen when a champ plays the game?”
“He scores big time!” she moans.
“That’s fucking right!”
“Oh, shower me in your victory! Flood me, Champ!”
The headmistress’s hands seize the back of your head. She pulls your mouth down to her greedy lips. She kisses you hard. She thrusts her tongue into your mouth. She swirls it around, her pussy clenching around your cock.
The ache is building faster and faster. You’re almost there. You’re a few strokes from firing into the headmistress’s pussy. From flooding her hot cunt with every blast of jizz that you have brewing inside of your cock.
You’re going to shower her in your cream. You’re going to flood her with so much of your spunk. You hammer hard. Fast. You bury to the hilt in her with such ferocity as you kiss her. You’re hurtling towards the end zone.
Her pussy convulses around your cock.
You score your touchdown. It’s better than any you made at your last school.
Your cum pumps into her twat. Powerful blasts of jizz flooding into the headmistress’s welcoming pussy. Her walls spasm around you. She squeals into your kiss, her thighs hugging you tight. Her flesh ripples around you.
Then she breaks the kiss and moans out, “Oh, yes, yes! That’s it! Oh, that’s the victory I need, champ!”
“Fucking yes it is!” you growl. “That’s what you get. You wanted me in your private school, and you’re going to get taken hard.”
“Oh, that’s perfect! Just what I want. Need! Oh, yes, yes!” She screams out your name as her pussy convulses the hardest yet.
Milks every drop of cum out of your balls.
Ms. Warren quivers around you, her pussy convulsing and writhing about your cock as she comes down from her own orgasm. She moans, clinging to you. Then she gasps and leans back onto her elbows, her right boob jiggled. Her stocking-clad thighs unwrap from you.
“Oh, champ, yes, you’re going to cause quite the stir this year, aren’t you?”
“I guess I am,” you say. You give her a look. “Are you an angel?”
She bursts into laughter, her freed tit jiggling more than the one still in her blouse. You frown and slide out of her pussy, your cock popping out soaked in her mature juices. You catch a glimpse of her furred bush, your cum leaking out of her.
“Do you think you died and went to heaven or something?” she asks, arching an eyebrow at you.
Her tone makes you hesitate. It’s not a prank, and she claims it’s not heaven, and why would she lie to you? “It’s just hard to believe this place is real. I mean, I got whacked pretty hard in the head.”
“Yeah, Terra has to work on her spike.” She pops her large boob back into her blouse. “But I assure you, champ, this is a real place. I’m a real woman. And we just had sex.” She grins at you. “St. Miriam’s is a place where we believe girls, and women, are free to enjoy themselves. Traditionally, we kept men away for certain reasons.”
“You didn’t want half your girls getting knocked up?”
“Only until they finished their education. Once they’ve graduated, well, I am sure they are enjoying themselves. But, because of that permissive energy, you’ll find the girls, especially the seniors in their fourth year, are eager to enjoy a guy. The freshman might be shy, with cherries still needing popping, but the girls in your year are vixens. Wanton and ready to feast.”
“Damn,” you mutter as you put away your cock.
“Well, let’s finish our tour…” She frowns. “No, I suppose we should restart it since you can’t remember any of it.”
“Yeah, basically.”
She slides off her desk onto her heels. She smooths down her skirt and then takes your arm. It feels nice having her there as she guides you out of her office. You open the door and usher her through. She gives you a nod.
“Our first floor holds the—”
“Science and art classes,” you finish. “The nurse told me. And the cafeteria.”
“An important one for you, huh?” Ms. Warren favors you a smile. “Well, the second floor houses our English and history classes, along with our library. It’s top-notch. Ms. Barnett is very proud of it. Now, the third floor is where you’ll find the math, social studies, civics, and computer labs. We also have an auditorium for assemblies and school plays. That’s on the first floor..” She gives you a sidelong glimpse. “Having you play Romeo would be interesting this year. No strap-ons needed for the love scene.”
You don’t know why that shocks you given this school, but you say, “I’d be glad to fuck Juliet for the school’s amusement.”
She gives a rich laugh. “Yes, yes, you are going to fit in around here.”
She walks you towards the main doors. You step out into the shadow of the building. The evening must be approaching since it stretches out long and there’s a certain red hue to the light spilling over the lawn. Trees dot the verdant grass as it stretches towards a brick wall. A dense pine forest stretches beyond it, climbing the slopes of the mountains that rise around you, peaks capped in glacial ice and frosty snows. The wrought iron gate is closed, the road beyond it snaking out of sight.
There are several girls making out on one bench. They’re wearing the school’s uniform. A rather short pink-and-black tartan skirt combined with white blouses that are knotted beneath their breasts to leave their stomachs bare. At the same time, they appear low-cut, especially on the older girl who’s large breasts swell the white fabric. She wears her brown hair short. The girl she’s kissing appears much younger. She has black, curly hair that falls around her shoulders, her breasts small. She whimpers into the kiss.
“Oh, just some mentoring,” says Ms. Warren as she followed your gaze. “Cassie Fear, the freshman, is getting some encouragement from Krystal Montgomery. They’re both on the basketball team.”
Krystal’s hand vanishes beneath Cassie’s skirt, and the freshman girl lets out a whimper of delight.
“That’s, uh, quite the mentoring,” you say, dick hard.
“Like I said, we encourage that sort of play,” she says and leads you to the right.
You stroll towards the south wing of the school. The three-story building appears to be shaped like a capital I. The auditorium must be the part of the building you’re detouring around. As you clear it, another building appears, made of the same brick.
“That’s our gym,” Ms. Warren says. “The track is beyond it with a regulation-sized soccer pitch in the middle. And where our girls were playing volleyball when you had your little accident.”
You nod, seeing the track’s red dirt. A girl jogs down on it. She’s far away, but her athletic shorts look like hot pants and she’s just wearing a sports bra. She’s fit, though, and her legs are stretching out before her.
Ms. Warren leads you between the school and gym to the back side. There are more benches and even tables here. Girls are sitting at many of them, some studying, some making out, and in the shadows, beneath the trees, you spot girls having sex. Tribbing, sixty-nining, or even fucking with strap-ons.
“She wasn’t kidding about just having toys and twats to play with,” you mutter.
“What was that?” asks Ms. Warren.
“Nothing, nothing,” you say. “Just something Ramona told me.”
“Oh, you met Ramona? The cheer squad is quite an energetic bunch. You know, you might want to join. Having a guy to help them with some of the tricks would be perfect. And, as you can imagine, they are quite the united group.”
You can imagine.
“Now, those cottages you see along the fence,” she says, pointing out at them beyond the tables and benches, “are where the staff lives. Mine is in the center. The rest share, four to a cottage.”
There are seven of them in total. This does seem like a small school, but can that few teachers, twenty-four, handle it all? You guess they must be able to.
“If you ever need anything, my door is open to you,” she purrs.
The back door to the school opens and three girls rush out. The girl in the middle is Asian, maybe Japanese, her black hair in pigtails. She has a lean and toned body, her round breasts bouncing in her tied-off top. With her is a busty redhead with sparking, green eyes, and a Black girl who stood a head taller than them, her legs long and ebony black.
“It’s him!” the Black girl calls, grinning.
“Oh, my, it is,” the Japanese girl says.
The trio rushes over. As they approach, you notice in the swell of the Japanese girl’s pale-olive breasts is a tattoo. It’s a symbol made of two chevrons facing opposite directions and overlapping to form a strange X with a diamond in the middle.
“I hope you’re in my dorm,” the Japanese girl purrs. “We’re the Demonettes. We’re wicked.”
“No, no, you have to be in mine,” says the Black girl. “The Angels have a much, much better dorm. Trust me. You’ll love it.”
The redhead nods her head in agreement as if she was in it, too.
Ms. Warren introduces you by name and says, “This is Yukiko, Dominica, and Erin.”
“Hope you join the team,” the redheaded Erin says, an Irish lilt to her words. “We could use a guy to whip our asses in shape on the tennis court.”
“Naw, join the basketball team,” Dominica says. She’s taller than you, her smile is as lovely as her breasts stretching out her top. “Could use a good point guard.”
Yukiko winks at you. “Just choose my dorm. That’s where the real fun will be.”
“Yes, yes, now I have to finish giving our new student the tour. You girls have fun.”
“We will,” says Yukiko. Then she gasps. “Cum!” The Japanese girl’s hand darts down and swipes up a line of jizz that has leaked out of the headmistress’s pussy and has run down her thighs. She holds it up on her fingers and then pops it into her mouth. “Oh, that’s just wonderful. Just what this school needs. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me, too,” you say. “I’ll keep the Demonettes in mind.”
Ms. Warren leads you on past the girls, walking towards the other wing of the school, the top of the I holding the cafeteria. You feel more and more girls noticing you. They’re smiling, waving, beckoning. One girl does an impressive split as she unknots her top and bares her round breasts. Her curly, red hair sways short about her face. On her tits she’s written, “Join the Tennyo’s Dorm!”
“Damn,” you groan at the sight of them.
“Ah, Esmerelda’s showing off how limber she is,” Ms. Warren said. “She’s a gymnast. And she does have some lovely breasts. Seeing her do a floor routine wearing only body paint is a sight to behold.”
“I bet,” you groan, that ache building and building in you. “What’s a tennyo?”
“Japanese angel,” she answers. “Well, heavenly maiden is a more accurate translation. All the senior girls’ dorms are named after supernatural women.”
“Angels, demonettes, tennyo, and…”
“Devas. That’s a Zoroastrian angel.” She smiles. “Or devil, depending on which side of a certain mountain range you’re on.”
“I see,” you say as you pass the cafeteria. The outer wall comes the closest to the school here. You can see it’s ten feet tall and the top is covered by ornamental wrought iron bars. They have a swirling design, reminiscent of flowing water, but you can’t help but notice the tops of the posts holding up curving bars all end in sharp spikes.
“Now, stepping off the school grounds without permission is strictly forbidden,” she says, noticing your gaze. “We are deep in the mountains. The nearest town is over a day’s walk down the road. The woods are full of bears and mountain lions, plus the weather can change pretty fast up here. You can get lost easily. There aren’t many trails. So, for the student’s safety, they can only leave with permission. I hope you understand.”
“Uh, yeah,” you say, glancing at the wall. It certainly made sense.
You finish your walk around the school and head back to the entrance. Four girls are waiting for you there on the steps. They all straighten as you approach. They look your age, seventeen and lovely in their tied-off, white blouses that cup their braless tits and leave their flat stomachs bare. Their skirts swirl as they rush over.
“Is this him? Ms. Warren?”
“Mmm, he’s handsome.”
“Ooh, I want him in my dorm.”
“You’re going to love my pussy!” the last girl says, lifting up her skirt to flash a shaved twat at you. She’s dyed her curly hair a bright teal, her brown eyes smoldering with heat. “So you want to join my dorm.”
“Naw, you want mine,” says the girl with the smallest breasts. Her brown hair falls in a thick braid that she has slung over her shoulder. An old-fashion camera, not a digital one, swings around her neck. “Trust me, the Devas’ Dorm is where it’s at.” She lifts her camera. “We have a lot of fun. You should see the pics I take.”
“This is Meg Hargrave,” Ms. Warren says. “She’s head of the Devas’ Dorm.”
“I bet you take some great photos,” you say, grinning at her.
She winks back and mimes taking a photo of you. “Click-click.”
“And the one who flashed her twat at you is Tina Sommer.”
“Head of the Demonettes,” Tina purrs. “We like to live up to our name.”
“Yukiko left an impression,” you say. “And you definitely have.”
“Mmm, but you should join the Tennyo,” says the bustiest of the four, undoing her knots and letting her large boobs spill out. They’re big and soft and sway before her. They ripple as she shakes them at you. “Why settle for some itty, bitty titties when you can have mine.”
“Fuck,” you groan. You have died and gone to schoolgirl heaven.
“That’s Mariah Grenville,” Ms. Warren says.
“Don’t let her sell the Angels short,” the last girl says. “I’m Daphne, and the Angels are the sweetest, sultriest bunch of girls you’ll ever meet. We’ll melt your bones and drain your balls.” She licks her lips, her green eyes sparkling. Long, auburn hair falls down her face while she shakes her hips. She moves those like she’s had a lot of practice. Her legs are toned, reminding you of a cheerleader.
When she does a high kick and places her foot on your shoulder, her pink-and-black tartan skirt sliding back to reveal a trimmed, red bush, she confirms your theory. She winks at you.
“So, you have your choice of which dorm you want to spend your year with,” says Ms. Warren. “I know it’s tough, champ, but you look like a man who knows how to take what you want.”
You groan, wanting that. But you also have so many questions. There is something off about this place, and that fence around it… That fence means serious business. It would be so easy to just choose a dorm and discover the delights of St. Miriam High instead of worrying about how this place exists, but..
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