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My father must have thought so. He operated a home construction firm that covered our home town and two others. The seed investment money for it was from my mother's family.

I worked at the same company a long story; suffice it to say that I am 19 and that I was kicked out of the house by him at 18; at least he knew good cheap labor and had me work for him. Though he was married at the time, he thought nothing of hiring a hot babe to be his 'personal secretary'. I happened to see her on the day she applied. A hot brunette, she wasn't very top heavy but she had legs to die for and she wore a skirt that was perhaps ten inches long.

I have to concede as a man, I would've hired her too. So, the cast of characters to this little melodrama is this: Mal, my father, 50, and not obsessed about the concept of marriage. Sue, my mother, 39, actually was consumed with the concept of marriage. Your faithful narrator, Jim, 19, still single and just getting by. Kitten, age 19, trampy new hire of my dad. My dad was worried about getting old; balding and a little ok, a lot flabby. My mom never went to any clubs or worked out.

On the other hand, she took care of the household cleaning, cooking and moreover shopped every day. Walking the giant malls was like fast walking miles per day. As a result, as dad got more cherubic sitting behind a desk, mom maintained her girlish figure. The last year saw some changes, now that I had moved out.

For one thing, dad spent more and more time away from home, basically deserting mom for unannounced 'business meetings'.

Mom sensed there was something 'afoot'; this depressed her. Luckily, unlike most people, mom ate less and not more in such circumstances. Though I'd never wish anxiety for my loving mother, the stress made her diet in effect to the point that she had a Hollywood starlet worthy 36D figure.

One day, she came to my pathetic little apartment, all that I could afford after being unceremoniously ejected by dear old dad on my 18th birthday Mom came in, wearing a yellow tight fitting blouse, a wrap around white skirt, and sexy high strappy sandals. The shoes had been a gift from her best friend. Well, she wiggled into my humble abode, her heavy breasts bouncing, still shapely legs shown off by that skirt, a cut strategically running up the side from knee to hip.

She sat down on the only chair I had; I flopped on a bean bag on the floor. I did not plan this at all Mom was so intent on talking to me that she took no notice of her position sitting bolt upright on a chair or mine looking up slightly, with a perfect vantage point to look at her while stealing a glance at her panties.

With her shapely legs slightly open as she sat, I had a clear look at those panties Shades of Sharon Stone, and I got as hard for my mom as I did for that 'police interrogation' scene with Ms. I am good friends with Miss Crump, you know, his longtime secretary. She and that younger woman have been at war, with Kitten winning out every time. I think I can get some real 'intel' on dad for you, if you want me to. I went to my beautiful mother and hugged her as she sat. She was redolent with expensive perfume and jingling with her two charm bracelets.

She wiggled out after an innocent kiss on my cheek. As her hips swayed going down the stairs, her oversized jugs visibly rising and falling, I noticed that for some reason, her nipples were erect and sticking out like thumbs. There also was the slightest hint of moisture or dampness on the bikini-waxed thighs below her non-existent panties.

For the first time in my life, I got hard over mom As I turned to go back to my apartment after waving her good bye, my basketball shorts exploded in the front, my ten inch erection bursting out. I quickly retreated to my apartment, glad no one was outside to notice. Ah, the wonderful Miss Crump. She was about 55 and married. We called her 'Miss' because she was single most of her life and her new husband was under-whelming her. She was no miraculously preserved babe like Sophia Loren or Farrah, but she was not without her charms.

I had to take a chance on her and did. I knew she worked without a break until five sharp. She then had to go home to her boring husband, 65, going on You can imagine the surprise of this matron when I asked if I could take her out to dinner. She smiled, sensing something fishy, and begged off.

I tried the next day. On Friday of that week, I noted that she and I were all that were left at five. In desperation, I undid my fly and plopped my mammoth ten inch phallus on her desk.

She recoiled as if it were a rattler. Then I want to take you back to my place and have my way with you. So, what about it; nouveau haute cuisine and hot love, or another night of Mrs. With no warning, she slapped me, hard! As I held my jaw, she grabbed my love log, putting it in her right hand, with the left index finger running across the length of it maddeningly.

I closed my eyes, hoping I could control myself when I heard the words: Let me call my micro-equipped old fogey hubby and tell him that we have a seminar in Vegas or somewhere, and I will be out of pocket for a while. She caressed my massively over-developed arm muscles and shoulders and then kissed me like a 20 year old slattern.

Miss Crump loved it. I was careful to get a bottle of their cheapest house wine and give her six glasses by meal's end. It was not easy to get her to the valet station or hold her upright while he fetched my Mustang. Back in my little tenement, I proceeded to undress this deceptively sexy matron. I had to take my words back; she dressed old but really did look as good as any woman at On the other hand, my beloved mom would like to know if anything has been going on with my father and his new assistant, Kitten.

The credit card company was concerned enough to call us for confirmation. I can't turn on your father after all of these years I again wielded my mighty ten inch wand. Since I had stripped the almost drunk executive secretary, I had access; I stood her up and closed up to her.

I took her hands and put them on my cock. To my relief, she finally 'got into it'. She rubbed the uncut oversized head against the slavering lips of her cunt. That uncut head befriended her labia and that elusive clitoris. She hadn't noticed that I had been gently and slowly backing her up to the wall. Finally, I pushed her hands away and drove into her with all of my manual labor power. She gasped from the assault, while looking towards the ceiling in pleasure.

I commenced to pound her without restraint or rest; finally, her eyes clouded in tears from the pent-up passion, I pressed her with all my might, pushing my babymaker as deep as I could. After all those years of inactivity, her cervical area still remembered how to drink in the very seed of life.

This matron was getting every drop of my potent seed; there was no way a 55 year old secretary could get knocked up, but I imagined she could in order to get the pumps going. Sure enough, I had so much pent-up sperm in my swollen testes that the excess started oozing out.

We both collapsed on that damn bean bag chair. You win, I will tell you. Your dad has been banging that little trollop since he hired her at that outrageous salary. He bought into the swappers' private gold club. He was going to tell your trusting mom that there was another convention and that he'd be gone the weekend. Now, I don't know. I mean you didn't concern yourself with birth control questions, so I just assumed As it turns out But checking the goods, I could never afford a sperm donor like you, so why not give 'my old man' the ultimate thrill and let him think that he can still 'do it'?

It really was a nice evening and one that she was not likely to have again. We went to sleep after a quick love session at 2am. Probably due to the earlier love-making, at 3: For some reason, she felt a bit dizzy and her nipples had erected. Mysteriously, they had turned a light tan color from the pink that they were hours ago. Unknown to her, she had just conceived with my baby.

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Family sex club and swapping stories

My father must have thought so. He operated a home construction firm that covered our home town and two others. The seed investment money for it was from my mother's family. I worked at the same company a long story; suffice it to say that I am 19 and that I was kicked out of the house by him at 18; at least he knew good cheap labor and had me work for him. Though he was married at the time, he thought nothing of hiring a hot babe to be his 'personal secretary'.

I happened to see her on the day she applied. A hot brunette, she wasn't very top heavy but she had legs to die for and she wore a skirt that was perhaps ten inches long.

I have to concede as a man, I would've hired her too. So, the cast of characters to this little melodrama is this: Mal, my father, 50, and not obsessed about the concept of marriage. Sue, my mother, 39, actually was consumed with the concept of marriage. Your faithful narrator, Jim, 19, still single and just getting by. Kitten, age 19, trampy new hire of my dad. My dad was worried about getting old; balding and a little ok, a lot flabby. My mom never went to any clubs or worked out.

On the other hand, she took care of the household cleaning, cooking and moreover shopped every day. Walking the giant malls was like fast walking miles per day. As a result, as dad got more cherubic sitting behind a desk, mom maintained her girlish figure. The last year saw some changes, now that I had moved out. For one thing, dad spent more and more time away from home, basically deserting mom for unannounced 'business meetings'.

Mom sensed there was something 'afoot'; this depressed her. Luckily, unlike most people, mom ate less and not more in such circumstances. Though I'd never wish anxiety for my loving mother, the stress made her diet in effect to the point that she had a Hollywood starlet worthy 36D figure.

One day, she came to my pathetic little apartment, all that I could afford after being unceremoniously ejected by dear old dad on my 18th birthday Mom came in, wearing a yellow tight fitting blouse, a wrap around white skirt, and sexy high strappy sandals. The shoes had been a gift from her best friend. Well, she wiggled into my humble abode, her heavy breasts bouncing, still shapely legs shown off by that skirt, a cut strategically running up the side from knee to hip.

She sat down on the only chair I had; I flopped on a bean bag on the floor. I did not plan this at all Mom was so intent on talking to me that she took no notice of her position sitting bolt upright on a chair or mine looking up slightly, with a perfect vantage point to look at her while stealing a glance at her panties.

With her shapely legs slightly open as she sat, I had a clear look at those panties Shades of Sharon Stone, and I got as hard for my mom as I did for that 'police interrogation' scene with Ms.

I am good friends with Miss Crump, you know, his longtime secretary. She and that younger woman have been at war, with Kitten winning out every time. I think I can get some real 'intel' on dad for you, if you want me to. I went to my beautiful mother and hugged her as she sat. She was redolent with expensive perfume and jingling with her two charm bracelets. She wiggled out after an innocent kiss on my cheek.

As her hips swayed going down the stairs, her oversized jugs visibly rising and falling, I noticed that for some reason, her nipples were erect and sticking out like thumbs. There also was the slightest hint of moisture or dampness on the bikini-waxed thighs below her non-existent panties. For the first time in my life, I got hard over mom As I turned to go back to my apartment after waving her good bye, my basketball shorts exploded in the front, my ten inch erection bursting out.

I quickly retreated to my apartment, glad no one was outside to notice. Ah, the wonderful Miss Crump. She was about 55 and married. We called her 'Miss' because she was single most of her life and her new husband was under-whelming her. She was no miraculously preserved babe like Sophia Loren or Farrah, but she was not without her charms.

I had to take a chance on her and did. I knew she worked without a break until five sharp. She then had to go home to her boring husband, 65, going on You can imagine the surprise of this matron when I asked if I could take her out to dinner.

She smiled, sensing something fishy, and begged off. I tried the next day. On Friday of that week, I noted that she and I were all that were left at five. In desperation, I undid my fly and plopped my mammoth ten inch phallus on her desk. She recoiled as if it were a rattler. Then I want to take you back to my place and have my way with you.

So, what about it; nouveau haute cuisine and hot love, or another night of Mrs. With no warning, she slapped me, hard! As I held my jaw, she grabbed my love log, putting it in her right hand, with the left index finger running across the length of it maddeningly. I closed my eyes, hoping I could control myself when I heard the words: Let me call my micro-equipped old fogey hubby and tell him that we have a seminar in Vegas or somewhere, and I will be out of pocket for a while.

She caressed my massively over-developed arm muscles and shoulders and then kissed me like a 20 year old slattern. Miss Crump loved it. I was careful to get a bottle of their cheapest house wine and give her six glasses by meal's end. It was not easy to get her to the valet station or hold her upright while he fetched my Mustang. Back in my little tenement, I proceeded to undress this deceptively sexy matron. I had to take my words back; she dressed old but really did look as good as any woman at On the other hand, my beloved mom would like to know if anything has been going on with my father and his new assistant, Kitten.

The credit card company was concerned enough to call us for confirmation. I can't turn on your father after all of these years I again wielded my mighty ten inch wand. Since I had stripped the almost drunk executive secretary, I had access; I stood her up and closed up to her. I took her hands and put them on my cock. To my relief, she finally 'got into it'. She rubbed the uncut oversized head against the slavering lips of her cunt. That uncut head befriended her labia and that elusive clitoris.

She hadn't noticed that I had been gently and slowly backing her up to the wall. Finally, I pushed her hands away and drove into her with all of my manual labor power. She gasped from the assault, while looking towards the ceiling in pleasure. I commenced to pound her without restraint or rest; finally, her eyes clouded in tears from the pent-up passion, I pressed her with all my might, pushing my babymaker as deep as I could.

After all those years of inactivity, her cervical area still remembered how to drink in the very seed of life. This matron was getting every drop of my potent seed; there was no way a 55 year old secretary could get knocked up, but I imagined she could in order to get the pumps going. Sure enough, I had so much pent-up sperm in my swollen testes that the excess started oozing out. We both collapsed on that damn bean bag chair.

You win, I will tell you. Your dad has been banging that little trollop since he hired her at that outrageous salary. He bought into the swappers' private gold club. He was going to tell your trusting mom that there was another convention and that he'd be gone the weekend. Now, I don't know.

I mean you didn't concern yourself with birth control questions, so I just assumed As it turns out But checking the goods, I could never afford a sperm donor like you, so why not give 'my old man' the ultimate thrill and let him think that he can still 'do it'?

It really was a nice evening and one that she was not likely to have again. We went to sleep after a quick love session at 2am. Probably due to the earlier love-making, at 3: For some reason, she felt a bit dizzy and her nipples had erected. Mysteriously, they had turned a light tan color from the pink that they were hours ago. Unknown to her, she had just conceived with my baby.

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  1. I love you mom. My mom never went to any clubs or worked out. Walking the giant malls was like fast walking miles per day.

  2. And my efforts were amply rewarded as her panties soon were so soggy that they had become almost transparent and I could see her puffy pussy lips start to show through.

  3. During breakfast we had small talk, mostly about my schooling. And I saw her panties start to get wet. I was more lackadaisical and thought they had enough input from me already, so I omitted the all-important 'g'.

  4. After all those years of inactivity, her cervical area still remembered how to drink in the very seed of life.

  5. During this our first experience of love and mutual orgasm, my cock was introduced to mom's long neglected but so very hot and tight fertile vagina. She licked her lips then turned to smile weakly at me.

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