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She went to the bathroom to bathe, so I booted up her computer and started going through what she taught me: hand job, blowjob, pre-cum and cum. I found out that she had some porn videos kept on her desktop and decided to open them out of curiosity.

There were videos of two naked Japanese girls playing with each other. There was also a video of a lucky guy getting tortured by two Japanese girls.

It was my first day watching porn videos and Alexis made me cum. I felt like a lucky boy.

Nothing happened after dinner. All she taught me was the science topics we stopped at before dinner. I was kind of disappointed.
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5 years later, a week before my 21st birthday, I accompanied Alexis to Bangkok for shopping. We flew in at midnight and were knocked out before we could unpack our stuff in the hotel room.

The next morning when I woke up, I felt as if something was crushing on my body. I opened my eyes to find Alexis sitting on me. In a black tank top and a black shorts, she bent down and gave me a peck.

“James, other than shopping, we are here for another mission. Tell me frankly, are you still a virgin?” She asked me while still sitting on top of me.

I nodded. “Remember when we did not have sex after dinner 5 years back? I wanted to leave it for your 21st birthday. I kept myself available for you and stayed a virgin,” she explained.

“Alexis, you have feelings for me?” I asked her. She got off me and I could see her blushing. She sat down on the bed with her back facing me.

I hugged her and whispered into her ear,“Alexis, you have feelings for me? If you like me, just let it be known. Who knows, I might just be interested in someone older than me?”

She turned around and started kissing me, “I love you!” I could still see that she was blushing from the confession. And I decided to cut off the kissing by asking her why she developed feelings for me.

Alexis explained that she had always wanted a younger brother and treated me like one. After many years, she started developing feelings for me because her previous boyfriends did not treat her well.

Jackpot!!!

As a nerd boy, I only had one girlfriend in my poly days. I definitely do not mind an older woman like Alexis since we knew each other well enough. I have liked her before but never thought that we might get together due to the age gap.

With all that said, she took off her tank top and threw it on my face. Before I could take it off, she was already removing my boxers. Hello, Mr. Morning Boner.

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"It grew bigger, hehe,” she exclaimed and started stroking my cock and kissing it.

A little while later, she started putting my dick into her mouth and blew it. It has been a while since I last gotten a blowjob. Well, 5 years in fact.

She took off her bra out popped her beautiful B-cup breasts. She gave me a titty fuck while licking the tip of my head. That sight of her naked with the increase of pace made me lose control and I came. Thankfully it only shot onto her chin and the hot cum dripped down to her breasts.

Through those 5 years, we have watched porn together but did not have any sexual relationships. That day, I thought I would have gotten to pop her cherry, but she stopped me right after I came, “We are going shopping, then you will go deep tonight, hehe.”

Shopping was boring and after what felt like an eternity, we went back to our hotel after a good steamboat dinner. Alexis tried on the clothes and undergarments she bought that day and my, she looked gorgeous. Those beautiful dresses, shirts, pants and skirts all fitted her well.

She got into a pink bikini and turned one round to ask for my opinion. Cheekily I told her, “It would be better for me if I see you naked.”

She slapped my back saying, “Naughty boy!”And continued trying on her clothes. Halfway through, she told me to close my eyes and turn my back to face her. I guessed that she wanted to change into something to surprise me. “Now, turn back slowly and open your eyes,” she said.

I did what she instructed and there she stood, in a white lace top with a short blue skater skirt. “I knew you had a thing for girls in skirts when we watched porn together, so… how do I look?” She asked while she turned one round like a model.

I do have a thing for girls in skirts but never really thought dirty about it. After all, porn is porn and does not apply to real life. Except for that night. Without saying a word, I went up to her and starting kissing and caressing. I lifted up her skirt while kissing her and grabbed her booty. Firm. I have never touched one before.

“Those squats sure helped you,” I whispered. I kneeled down and lifted up her skirt like a perverted young boy. Pink panties! My heart fluttered for a moment.“You like those porn stars in pink or red panties, don’t you? HAHA,” she asked me again.

I started rubbing her inner thighs and Alexis let out a soft moan. I rubbed her vaginal area over her panties and then proceeded on to take that pink undergarment off. While keeping her skirt on, I fingered her.“Ahh…,”she let out another soft moan. This horny girl was wet already.

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I guided her hands to the window pane and lifted up her skirt (Because it dropped and I could not see her round beautiful ass). Taking off my pants and undies, I placed my dick near her pussy to tease her. “Put it in, James. I want you in me!” She pleaded.

I slowly placed my dick in and then told her to remove her top. A matching lace pink bra. This girl knew what I liked. I grabbed hold of her breasts and started pumping her while placing my naughty finger into one side to rub her nipple. We were high up on the hotel and thankfully nobody would see us doing it by the window.

I pulled out and went to the bed for her to start riding me. She took off her bra without any instructions from me and boing! A little bit of exaggeration with that ‘boing’ but her natural B-cup breasts popped out. They jiggled up and down together with her riding motion. Beautiful sight.

She stopped riding and lay on the bed asking me to penetrate her. I did it, missionary style. I look at her in the eyes and thought about our relationship being in the next level. It made me so excited that a minute of pumping her made me pull out and shoot my hot load over her naked body.

We were panting while we kissed each other. It marks the start of a new adventure in my life.


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Another story in addition......My (James) Diary

My mother, May, was everything a son could ask for. She was kind, loving, selfless, and very beautiful. I am not just saying that because she’s my mother and I love her. Even my closest friends who had seen her won’t shut up about how gorgeous she was.

My mother got pregnant with me when she was very young. My father, smitten by her, married her on the spot. I had been to several of my friends’ homes and had observed their family dynamics. I don’t think I had ever seen another couple as devoted to each other as my parents. My mother May and my father Steve loved each other dearly. I can see it in their eyes when they looked at each other and from the way they touched when they came together. I don’t think my father had ever stopped flirting with her since the day they met.

My father was a hardworking man. His family did not support his marriage, but had agreed to pay for his education. He spent almost my entire childhood striving to provide a better life for our family. Hence he was always very busy and was not always available to me. As a result, my mother had become somewhat of a role model to me and was responsible for the development of my moral compass. All my life, she was my source of knowing what was right and wrong and how to morally discern my actions and choices.

I guess you could say that I grew up into a well-adjusted individual. I did well at school and was reasonably popular with my peers. When I entered Secondary 3, I befriended a new boy who was sitting next to me in class. His name was Alex Xu. He was a nice guy all around, but there seemed to be a dark side to him which surfaces occasionally. I managed to catch a glimpse of this side of him several times throughout the course of the year.

The first time was when we were in the badminton club practice one day. Alex was paired against another student called Zhang Wei, who had this tendency to trick his opponents into misjudging the direction or trajectory of the shuttlecock by using his body language. He would usually alter the angle or the power of his racquet at the last split second to hit the shuttlecock where his opponents least expected it.

For example, during his match with Alex, Zhang Wei swung his racquet with full force at the shuttle cock coming at him in mid air, causing Alex to grapple backwards to intercept it. However, the shuttlecock just bounced lightly off his racquet and landed on Alex’s front. It went on the left when Alex moved right, front when Alex moved back, and vice versa.

Perhaps Zhang Wei’s constant sneer which was always plastered across his face when he was playing that caused Alex to snap. One minute he was calmly serving the shuttlecock, the next, he was past the net, pummeling Zhang Wei’s cocky sneer off his face. Of course, Alex was put on probation and booted off the badminton team after that.

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Despite his flaws, my friendship with Alex blossomed quickly. He was a headstrong person, but a reliable friend. He can be stubbornly persistent at times, but that was the one good thing about him.

It was months after the badminton incident before I first invited Alex to my house for the first time. There was a school project to be done and Alex and I decided it would be more fun to share our workload. My mother was more than pleased to meet him as she rarely met any of my schoolmates.

“Hello. You must be Alex. James has told me so much about you,” my mother greeted him at our doorstep when I brought him home.

“H… H… Hello… Mrs. Ting…”

I couldn’t help turning and looking at him in surprise. I had never heard him stammer like that before. Alex didn’t even seem to notice me staring at him with cocked eyebrows. Mom, sensing his discomfort, quickly ushered him up the stairs and promised to come along with drinks and snacks later. By the time we reached my room, Alex’s face was as red as a tomato.

“Hey… What happens to you? Fever is it?” I teased him, knowing full well the effect my mom’s beauty had on any hot blooded teenage boy. We got to work regardless. And by the time my mom came up with the promised treats, Alex had regained enough of his composure to say a full ‘Thank you’ to mom. My mom just smiled warmly and excused herself.

For the rest of that week, Alex came home with me every day to work on the assignment. When the project was concluded, he still asked if he could come over my house to hang out. My mom was getting used to seeing him tagging behind me when we got home from school. She even started making lunch for him.

As our homework was usually wrapped up under a few hours, he usually had to leave at mid-afternoon. That changed when he brought a large box to school one day and then lugged it along on the bus ride to my house after. In my room, he unpacked the package. It was a Playstation 3 along with dozens of original games. He asked if he could store it in my house until further notice. My heart leapt for joy that day.

From that point onward, Alex stayed over until the evenings when my father got home. The only times he didn’t come over was when he or I had to attend extra co-curricular activities. He would bring a new game every now and then. Mom insisted that we finished all our homework before playing. We would comply and then spent entire afternoons mashing buttons in front of the living room TV. For someone who owned a PS3, Alex was an extremely poor player. Sometimes I felt he could do better if he wasn’t so distracted by my mother. I didn’t even notice that he was gradually allowing me to play longer than him. In a few weeks, I was usually the only one playing and he seemed contented to just watch. As to what he was actually watching, I had no idea. I was too busy killing digital monsters.

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One day, Alex got into a violent fight again with a guy who forgot to invite him to a birthday party. My mother cried out with concern when he trudged home behind me, bruised, cut, and battered. My mother sent me to fetch the first aid kit while she led him to the bath room to be cleaned up.

When I returned with the stuff, I peered into the bathroom to take a look. Alex was sitting on the covered toilet seat while mom was squatting in front of him and unbuttoning his uniform blouse. Alex was red as a tomato again. In fact, the light scrape on his forehead seemed to have started bleeding once more. Imyself was feeling a little embarrassed for Alex. My mother was cooing comforting words while undressing him like he was a little boy. Being a sensitive soul, my mother sensed Alex’s discomfort and turned around to close the bathroom door.

“James, fetch a towel and some of your clothes for Alex okay?” She said kindly before shutting the door. I did as she asked and placed the towel and clothing on a stool beside the bathroom door. That was when I heard my mother gasped sharply from behind the door. Her voice immediately put all kinds of images in my head. Most of them were not decent. I had already had experience with porn and masturbation, but at that moment, my entire body was humming with arousal. My heart was pounding and racing and I felt feverish. All that from wondering what might be happening in the bathroom without my knowledge.

For a moment I was stunned by the nauseating heat washing over my body. Thinking quickly, I made my way out the back door of the house to where the windows of the bathroom were. Luckily for me, they were open. Scampering as quietly as I can, I went back into the house and came back out with a chair. It was no good. I still wasn’t tall enough. I felt like screaming with frustration. Pacing around restlessly, I tried to think of a way. Then it hit me. Quickly, I went back into the house and reappeared with my mother’s small hand mirror from her purse. Climbing back up on the chair, I raised the mirror over the window ledge. Success! I had a clear view of the going on inside the bathroom. Somehow, I felt a little disappointed that the scene paled in comparison to what was streaming through my brain when I heard my mom gasp.

Alex was standing away from me towards the shower wall. He was naked except for his boxers. With the water falling all over him. He seemed tense, possibly grimacing in pain. Mom was behind him, holding and turning him this way and that to make sure the water adequately rinsed every single wound. I was a little shocked to see his body from the back. Though he was badly bruised and cut in the recent fight, it was nothing compared to the numerous gruesome scars that adorned his body.
My mother must have been horrified as well, hence her cry, which I had heard earlier.

“Alex dear, turn around,” my mother said gently.

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My eyes shifted to look at her. I felt a lump in my throat. Mom was wearing a simple large T-shirt and shorts, which was now totally soaked from the shower and clung tightly to her nicely curved body. I could see the outline of her cream colored bra under her wet white T-shirt. This was the first time I laid my eyes on her shapely hourglass body, the first time I looked upon her as a woman, not just as a mother.

Alex must have experienced the same thing I did when he turned around. I could see his eyes widen and locked on my mom’s chest. If my mother noticed him gawking, she did not show it. She continued to rinse his cuts tenderly.

“Alex,” my mom said worriedly, “How did you get these scars?”

Alex looked down, unable to answer. My mother did not push the issue. She started to sponge his body, tentatively circling around his wounds. Oddly, Alex didn’t seem to be in pain any more. Upon careful inspection of his mirror image, he seemed to be distracted by my mother’s ample chest.

My mother continued sponging him for a few minutes and then suddenly froze. After a while she slowly resumed cleaning Alex. Alex’s face grew redder until it was almost glowing. It was only when my mother turned away to replace the sponge did I spot Alex’s giant erection straining uncomfortably against his grey cotton boxers. Since the fabric was soaked, I could see his penis bent at an uncomfortable angle.

Even my mother’s face was flushed. She had already replaced the sponge, but kept her back towards Alex. It was not possible for her to miss the giant hard-on in front of her a few moments ago and now she seemed to be at a loss, contemplating her next move.

“Ummm… Why don’t you take off your shorts? It must be uncomfortable, right?”She spoke up, trying to sound calm, but failing to hide her breathlessness.

Alex complied, gingerly slipping off the pair of boxers. For a split second, I could not even think as I caught sight of Alex’s generous endowment. I had no idea that normal people could grow it that large. Normal as opposed to porn stars, of course.

My mother turned around when she heard nothing from Alex. She froze again as expected. What I did not expect was her stumbling backwards and sitting on the toilet on account of weakened knees. I guessed her reaction was too much for Alex to handle because he immediately turned around away from her and tried to open the bathroom door to flee.

“Alex! Wait! Stop!” My mother yelled out. She stepped up and caught him by his injured shoulder just as he was halfway out the door. Alex doubled over in pain.

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“Oh God! Sorry! Sorry!” She apologized. “I am sorry Alex. Come on, I need to treat your wounds.”

Alex resisted, squatting hunched in the toilet doorway. “I am a monster…” he sobbed.

“Alex… Don’t say that. You’re not a monster.”

“I am not normal.”

“It’s alright. You’re special. Everybody has something unique about themselves.”

That seemed to calm him down a little. Alex allowed himself to be led back into the bathroom. My mother then proceeded to dry him and bandage his wounds, all the while trying to avoid staring at his dick. Seeing that they were almost done, I made my stealthy return into the house.

I was ready to dismiss what happened in the bathroom by the time Alex went home on that day. After all, nothing really happened. By the next day, it was all behind me. That was until after school when Alex came home with me and my mother took him aside to change his bandages.

I followed him to the bathroom door which my mother quietly shut in my face. My emotions were in turmoil again and I felt my own cock hardening. I was starting to make the connection between my arousal and the not knowing of what was happening in the bathroom. Perhaps it was equally due to knowing that anything could happen in there. I had to find out. Within minutes, I was out in the backyard on my toes with a pocket mirror dangling from one raised hand.

I could see that my mother had just finished helping Alex out of his school uniform. He was standing in his briefs and his fresh erection was apparent.

“I am s… Sorry aunty…” He stammered.

Cheeks colored, my mother smiled at him assuring-ly. “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you take your underwear off?”

Alex gulped and nodded. When he was done, mom started working on peeling off his bandages. She was standing, slightly bent towards him in order to avoid accidentally rubbing his raised meat pole against her body.

“Does it still hurt?” She asked. Alex nodded dumbly. I caught her gently tracing the outlines of the various scars on his body as she worked to get the bandages off. My mother was effectively touching him all over. Alex’s dick started twitching, as if impatiently demanding its turn to feel my mother’s soft hands.

“Ummmm… Why don’t you take a shower first okay?” My mother suggested nervously, blatantly ignoring the wobbling monster pointing upwards towards her belly. Alex, obedient as a lamb, turned around and got started. I watched my red faced mother remain planted where she was, breathing heavily. She seemed to be taking a few minutes to catch her breath.

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Alex just stood stoically under the shower letting the water washed over him. My mother took a step towards him, and then hesitated for a moment. She looked like she was considering something. To my horror, my mother suddenly pulled the large loose T-shirt she was wearing over and off her head and tossed them on a rack. As if that wasn’t enough, she started unbuckling her khaki shorts as well.

My friend Alex, sensing correctly, a change in the balance of the universe, turned his head to glance at my mother. His lower jaw dropped slightly when he beheld the sight of my mom clad only in white cotton bra and matching panties. Hell, my own jaw felt unhinged. Mom, feeling a little self-conscious, folded her arms a little

“Alex… Stop staring. Come, I will wash your wounds.” Mom said shyly.

And so I witnessed the scene of my mother clad only in her underwear, tenderly cleaning my naked school friend with a sponge. She, of course, got wet and since her underwear was made of thin cotton fabric, it became semi- transparent when it got wet and clung to her skin. I got a good full view of her body that day. I had no idea she looked so good under her clothes. My mother had full round womanly curves and milky white skin. I could practically see her nicely curved white rump through her soaked panties. She had an admirably taut and lean body for a 32 year old, the fruits of her weekend Pilates classes. Her medium long silky black hair was tied up her head into a bun. I couldn’t help realizing that she would look smokingly hot if she should let it down right now.

Alex and my mother graduated from the showers to the towels and then to the reapplication of ointments and bandages without much hassle albeit a little awkwardly. By the time they got dressed and exited the bathroom, I was upstairs in my room jacking furiously to the mental image of my mother’s smooth milky butt and thighs. I knew it was wrong on so many levels. But, fuck, it felt so right.

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Alex and my mother continued showering together throughout the week. To my disappointment, my mother had adequately prepared for the sessions by wearing tight spandex shorts and sports bras each time. It still looked sexy as hell on her as it hugged her luscious figure tightly, but there was no more seeing through her bottoms at her bare butt. Then again, perhaps Alex didn’t mind, or at least his constantly stiff cock did not. It stood up hard and proud all the same throughout each of their bathing sessions. Regardless, mother’s beautiful white ass was the fuel of my masturbatory fantasies throughout the weekend.

On Monday, classes went on as usual and Alex, of course followed me home. My mom too was waiting expectantly for us at home.

“Alex, how are your wounds? Did you change them over the weekend?”

“No Aunty… I couldn’t reach some of them.”

“That’s not good. Come, let Aunty have a look at them.”

And with that, Alex was scooted off to the bathroom. I weighed the options of peeking at them again or just heading up to my room and masturbate to porn. The last few peeping missions during the past week did not exactly offer up any new developments. In fact, my mother had become quite professional about the whole bathing Alex thing.

What the heck, I thought to myself before walking off to secure a chair and a mirror. A few minutes later, I was again watching my mother in her tight shorts and sports bra, fumbling with the naked Alex’s bandages.

“Looks like you’re healing up nicely.” My mom beamed at him.

“Thanks for taking care of me Aunty May.”

“Don’t go starting any more fights okay? You nearly gave me a heart attack that day when you came here with all that blood on your clothes.”

“Okay…”

“Alex, I am really concerned. Where did you get all these scars?”

“…”

“Alex…”

“It’s my elder brother…”

“Does he beat you? Have you told your parents?”

“No… They wouldn’t believe me anyway. He’s the perfect one. He’s now doing his PHD in Cambridge.”

“You poor darling… Why does he treat you like this?”

“…”

“Alex… You can tell me…”

“Ummm… He saw me naked once. He saw my… My… Thing… And then he just started hitting me. Ever since that day, he would scold me or blame me for everything. He would beat me when my parents weren’t looking.”

“Oh my God.”

(Sobbing.) “He says I am a freak. Said my… Thing… Was possessed by evil spirits…”

“Oh, Alex…”

“I’ve thought of cutting it off before, but I was scared…”

Well, that was unexpected. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Alex’s statement. He never talked about his family at school so this was news to me. My mother on the other hand, clearly opted for the ‘cry’ option. She rubbed her tearing eyes several times with her hands.

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When she calmed down, she pulled the naked Alex against her for a hug, ignoring his stiff meaty schlong which ended up lying against her belly. “You poor boy,” she said. “Listen to Aunty okay? There is nothing wrong with your… Er… Thing… Your brother is just jealous and insecure about himself.”

Unfortunately for Alex, the hug ended as snappily as it began. Just as he was about to place his hovering, trembling, hand on my mother’s nicely curved rump too. The bastard. My mother took a step back away from his turgid weapon, blushing profusely.

“But… I have seen some of my friends. Theirs isn’t like mine.” Alex mumbled sadly.

My mother did not answer immediately. She was still staring at Alex’s cock, looking like a million thoughts just passed through her head. Finally, she carefully placed one hand on it, carefully curling her soft dainty fingers around the angry red shaft just beneath the bulbous head.

“Ahhhh… Aunty…” Alex moaned.

“Don’t worry… You’re special… Yours is beautiful…” My mother said huskily. “Oh God. It is really so big.”

“Aunty, ahhhh… It feels nice…”

My mother giggled like a schoolgirl. She continued holding his cock for a minute or so, feeling it throb and radiate heat.“Perhaps we should get on with the shower,” she suggested abruptly and let go of his cock. Alex, visibly disappointed, nodded obediently.

They proceeded with the shower. My mother, judging that Alex’s wounds had adequately recovered, started soaping him up. My ailing erection immediately regained its vigor at that sight. There was something undoubtedly erotic about this soapy frolicking scene. My mother was standing closer to Alex’s back than she ever did in the previous shower sessions.

I couldn’t see her facial expression as it was partially turned away from me, but her cheeks and neck was beet red and she was heaving for air. Eventually, she closed the gap between them, now grinding her wet body clad only in shorts and top against his soapy nude back.

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Like I can just stand here and watch… Switching mirror hands, I started rubbing my bulge over my school uniform. It never occurred to me what a passer-by would think if he saw me standing on a chair in my back yard with one hand raised and the other grinding lewdly against my crotch. Luckily no one ever uses the alley behind my home in the middle of the afternoon. Or at least I think no one does.

As was often with Alex’s temper, he lost control of his lust and suddenly spun around and embraced my mother. He was just a little bit shorter than her so his lips managed to clamp over her mouth. My mother froze for only several seconds before kissing him back in full. My mind was blown. A dry rub wasn’t going to do it for me anymore. My fingers, oddly cold compared to my burning hot face struggled with the zipper to free my cock from my pants.

Alex and my mother mauled each other’s mouths fervently for a considerable time under the ongoing shower before my mother broke the kiss and tried to push him away.

“Alex…” She began.

Alex refused to let her go. He swung and pushed her back into the adjacent wall and closed in for another kiss.

“Alex… Ooh… Mmmm… Alex… Ah… Please…” She mewed in protest. Oddly, her hands clung tightly around his neck, showing no effort to repel him.

“Alex please…” She almost sobbed after another few minutes of hot kissing.

My mother’s distressed voice managed to snap him out of his frenzy and they parted.

“I… I’m… So sorry aunty…” Alex said dejectedly.

“It… It is not your fault… I went overboard.” My mother gasped breathlessly.

I could not see Alex’s face, but I could see that my mother was studying it with an understanding demeanor. After looking around, she stepped out of the shower and retrieved a bottle of baby oil.

“Alex, I am married. We can’t go overboard okay?” She told him gently.

Alex just nodded sadly. She gave him a consoling smile before taking his hand and leading him out of the showers. I watched with overwhelming arousal as my mother lay herself on the bathroom floor. Was she going to offer herself to him? A nauseating sense of jealousy stirred in my belly.

My mother continued smiling seductively at Alex. I had never seen this side of her before. I imagined it was what greeted my father every night in bed. It dawned on me how lucky my father really was, and now Alex was getting lucky too.

Her hands fell below her hips and she tugged the edge of her spandex shorts all the way up her thighs until all of her beautiful white shapely thighs were exposed. She looked like she was wearing a pair of swimming trunks.

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Alex groaned involuntarily, and so did I under my breath. My mother then proceeded to squeeze baby oil along her thighs before rubbing and smearing them all over her beautiful legs.

“Come on dear… Quickly…” my mother said, her voice husky from lust.

The trembling Alex moved closer and knelt before her, unsure of how to proceed. My mother raised her milky legs and reached out between them with open palms.

“Come Alex, hurry…”

Alex got the point and shuffled forward on his knees, placing his dick in my mother’s outstretched hands.

“We can only do this today okay? You have to bath by yourself from tomorrow onwards.” She told him.

Alex, growing mad with lust nodded his consent. With that, my mother clamped Alex’s big cock between her soft milky thighs. She then raised her clamped legs and began to slowly rock them back and forth.

“Ahhhh… Mmmm… Oh Aunty…” Alex cried happily.

Catching on to the game, he started thrusting and withdrawing his own hips. Within a few minutes, he was hugging my mother’s legs against his chest and fucking her well-oiled creamy white thighs with wild abandon. My mother lay on the floor, one hand clutching the base of the porcelain toilet bowl to counter the force of Alex’s vigorous pounding and her other was clamped over her mouth to keep her from crying out. It took me a while to figure out why. Alex was essentially frigging her clit over her shorts with his thick cock.

“Nggghhhh Aunty!!!!” Moaned Alex before sliding his cock all the way across the lovely thigh slit until it extended out the other side. He began to gasp and cum on my mother’s belly. My mother was shuddering uncontrollably as well. Her mouth gaped and her back arched sexily upwards. My own cum painted the wall beneath the window.

“My God…” My mother panted, staring in disbelief at the sticky sheen of hot teenage seed covering her belly.

Knowing that they were essentially done for the day, I waddled back into the house to make myself presentable before they could get dressed.

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A Sister's Love

I am James, 19 this year, currently studying at an institute of tertiary education. I came from a divorced family. My mother got to keep the kids. We never heard from our father again, but it didn’t really matter. My sister and I were very close when we were young and I had always loved her.

After the divorce of a marriage of 6 years, our mother went through severe depression and most of the time it was up to me to take good care of Clara. However, when Clara entered secondary school, we grew more and more distant. Perhaps she was adapting to the changes between a girl’s school and a mixed school. Maybe the exposure to boys led to her distancing herself from me? Maybe she got introduced to porn? Perhaps I would have to ask her one of these days. The story that followed highlighted the turning point in both our lives, where we transitioned into something more than a normal platonic relationship that is shared between normal siblings.

Like everybody else, I had sexual needs and while most guys would not mind choking the chicken with their hands, I needed something different – a novelty. That was why I purchased sex toys, Anaholes, for those who were familiar with the sex toys terminology. Everything was going well, that was until my then 16 year old little sister Clara discovered what my other unusual hobbies were, besides irritating her.

After every session with my beloved toys, I would wash them, spray some antibacterial toy cleaner solution inside the toy, dried them with a cloth and almost always remembered to keep them neatly locked away in my wardrobe compartment. Except one faithful night after a tiring and ball-blowing session, I had completely forgotten to lock my secret stash chest. I guessed washing it every time after use had become a chore for me and especially that time after having such a blast, I was fatigued and what I needed most was a good night’s sleep.

[JEMMA]

I returned home pretty late from school the next day due to my ECA. I peeked into my sister’s room and saw that she was watching her favourite Korean drama series on my laptop. She was facing away from me, I took a moment to admire her slender body, smooth legs, jet black hair and a cute butt before realizing what I was doing and snapped out of it.

“Oi, ma leh?” I asked.

“She texted me to say that she is coming back soon.” Clara replied.

“Ok.” I looked at the screen. “Eh, stop watching these shows lah, stupid sia.” I teased.
“Go away! Don’t disturb me!” She screamed.

I obliged and happily pranced to my room which was opposite of her’s with a gigantic smirk on my face, the daily task of annoying her was completed. I threw my bag on the bed and went to grab a set of fresh clothes from my wardrobe, however, I noticed my special drawer was sticking out ever so slightly. That was when I decided to give it a light tug. To my horror, the drawer slid out smoothly, giving me a grand view of the toys that must not be seen! It dawned on me.

I had fucking forgotten to lock it!

The gravity of the situation began to present itself now. My drawer… My fucking laptop…Clara… The blood drained from my face as I stood rooted there trying to figure out how I would live out the rest of my days without ever leaving my room. After what seemed like an eternity, I calmed down, locked the drawer, and took my clothes with me. Trying my best to act like nothing significant happened as well as not making any eye contact with Clara as I moved to the bathroom to take a shower. After taking a long, cold shower, I decided for whatever reason, I wanted to be extra nice to Clara that day by letting her used my laptop for as long as she wanted. Which I thought would be a month or two, but I was ok with that. Browsing the internet on my phone and looking at Facebook, I suddenly heard someone rapping on my door.

“Who is it?” I tried to sound irritated.

“Who else? Stupid!” Clara squeaked.

“Could be ma, right?!” I yelled. (My mother already came back home.)

“You want to open the door or not?! I am leaving the laptop outside arh!”

“Coming lah.”