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Now, as a young adult female, I can say I’m open to many things. In college, I was even known for experimenting, sexually that is, and I don’t mean just having a fling with my roommate. 

No, I was known for being down to try almost anything at least once, which led to some fun experiences that I still try to partake in. Unfortunately, not everyone is down for that now as we’ve gotten a little older… and by older, I mean since I graduated last year.

I swear, if I knew people would become such prudes as soon as they graduate, I'd have been even more active in college, which is saying something.

So instead, I go online and try to find other freaks like me. The biggest challenge is that a lot of the time people say they’re freakier than they actually are. There is nothing more frustrating than getting worked up for a naughty threesome, and finding out the two guys cannot perform in front of one another… and no, when I’m looking for two guys to bang, taking them on one at a time isn’t the same.

Likewise, the number of guys looking for a threesome with their wife/girlfriend, without actually telling them that was the plan, and expecting me to talk them into it… well, that just kind of sucks. Although I have talked a couple of those fine young ladies into someone on one time with me, that’s a different story for a different time.

So when I saw a post asking for someone to screw their husband, I was both interested and hesitant. On the one hand, the fact that the wife was posting made me think that this might be legit. But was I supposed to set him up? I didn’t want to be some honey pot used in a divorce proceeding. That’s not my thing after all. I was looking for some kinky fun.

I opted to meet the two of them together at a nearby bar. That’s when I learned about another option. One where the wife wanted to watch her husband having sex.

“I found a video of him and one of his college flings… and I couldn’t stop watching it,” the wife said.

“Since then she has wanted me to tell her about all the things I did with my exes,” Brad, the husband, said. “When I ran out of stories, she suggested I make some new ones.”

“I encouraged him to find another girl, but once they find out he’s married, it ends. We had one girl even let me watch. She said all these mean things to me, and I turned me on so much,” the wife said.

As she talked, I couldn’t believe it. I was watching her get turned on while talking about how that girl humiliated her. I could never.. But could I be that other girl?

“You want me to humiliate you?”

“Yes,” she said gleefully. “Well, sort of,” she continued. “I want you to pick. I just want to be there as it makes it so much better.”

“Well, for the few times we’ve done it. We’re still pretty new to this,” her husband said. He seemed a little nervous about it, which I get. The wife was… well, a normal-looking wife, who you would never expect wanting something so out of the ordinary. I would have expected her to be a “with the lights out, once a week,” kind of gal, who only did it in the missionary position.

Still, since I knew they were both on board, I was down for it. “And when should we…”

“Whenever works for you. I know it’s a little different,” the wife said, reaching over the table and putting her hand on top of mine. “But it makes our sex life stronger.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, we fuck like bunnies for a couple of weeks it seems after an event like what we’re asking.”

As I looked at her in her floral print dress, I could never have expected to hear her say the word “fuck,” let alone admit to doing it often. “Multiple times a week, for weeks?”

“Oh, we normally fuck four or five times a week, but after some of his exploits… Well, we often do it twice a day for a week or two at least. Sometimes more…” She was smiling a bit now, and I saw her flushed skin. She was very worked up.

“In fact, just talking about it makes me want to jump him right now.”

“Because you’re thinking of him and I together…”

She just bit her lower lip and smiled and nodded…

I couldn’t believe it. This little housewife was getting laid more than I was. And yet, while they seemed like a boring couple, there was something that turned me on about the idea.

She was still holding my hand, so I took my other hand and put it on top of hers. We were now holding hands as I leaned in and looked into her eyes. “And what if I want to fuck your husband tonight? What if I want to go back to your place and mount him on your marital bed right now… would you still like that?”

She nodded her head even more. I smiled, as I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I might have never done this before, but I was willing to try, and it might be fun.

We headed back to their house. I was a little nervous about it being their place, but I also wasn’t sure I wanted them to come back to my place.

I got out of my car and went right up to the driver’s side door and kissed him while we were all outside. I looked over at the wife, “Don’t you think everyone should know about this?”

I realized it might humiliate her, and she might like it; that's why I did it. But her husband wanted to move inside, so I followed Brad inside. There the babysitter was. She let Brad and his wife know the kids had gone to bed, and she would head out. 

She was young, maybe too young; I wasn’t sure.

“I bet you can’t wait for your husband to fuck the babysitter,” I said to the wife as the door closed with the babysitter now outside.

“She turns 18 this summer… I can’t wait.”

I watched her smile at the thought. I could see how turned on she was getting. Knowing there were kids in the house, I suggested moving to the bedroom. She was a dirty girl in her own way. That was for sure.

The bedroom was large and fancy. A king-size poster bed was where I was going to fuck her husband. I ran my hand across the sheets. They were as high a quality as you’d expect in a place like this.

“So, I think you need to strip your husband naked for me. Let me see what I get to play with.”

She went over to him and took his clothes off while I watched. If I didn’t like what I saw, I would leave.

Instead, I saw a seven-inch dick, and it wasn’t even fully hard.

“Suck on it for me. I want it nice and hard so I can fuck it properly.”

She started to suck on Brad’s dick, and it grew even more. By the time it was done, it was nearly nine inches, even if it was a little on the thin side.

“Very nice,” I said. “I like a nice long cock.”

The wife blushed a little.

“I think you should strip naked too… let your body know how close to that dick it is, and yet, it won’t get it tonight.”

She took her clothes off. It didn’t take long as she wasn’t wearing any panties nor a bra. This was yet another surprise for me, especially for a mom.

I thought I might go a little further with this. “Now come over here and take my clothes off,” I ordered her. She dutifully walked over to me. I watched as her husband watched her, not me. He was smiling as he watched her naked body walk across the room.

She stopped in front of me. “Go on. You want me to fuck your husband, right?”

She nodded. A little less enthusiastically this time.

“Then get to getting me naked,” I ordered. “Then your husband can fuck a real woman.” Since she wanted to be humiliated, I was going to do it. What surprised me was how easy it was to do it. I always considered myself a feminist… but this... This was carnal.

She started with my shirt, undoing the top buttons before pulling it over my head. She then unclasped my bra, freeing my tits. “Think your husband will like my tits.”

She looked at them, putting a hand on them, nodding the whole time.

“I can’t hear you,” I stage whispered to her.

“Yes,” she said meekly. “I think he’ll like your breasts. They’re so firm…”

I smiled and looked at Brad. He was still watching his wife, now as she bent over to undo my pants. I helped her by stepping out of them. Then I had her undo her panties. I spread my legs a little.

“Make sure I’m ready for your husband,” I told her.

“What?”

“Lick my pussy till I’m nice and wet,” I informed her.

She swallowed and looked back at her husband. His hard cock was still pointing straight out, and the idea of him watching his wife go down on me turned him on.

She turned back to me and stuck her tongue out hesitantly. 

“Come on, lick my pussy,” I said a little more forcefully.

She did, just a little bit.

I pulled her closer and got her so she could really lick me. She was hesitant, but wanted to please the both of us. And like with all sex, even when it’s bad, it’s good, and she was making me feel good.

The more she did, the better she got as she got used to it.

“She’s never tasted another woman, has she?”

Brad shook his head. 

“Not even as she cleaned you up?”

Still, he shook his head no. 

“Well, we've got to change that. There’s nothing like it, or so guys tell me at least.” I let his wife lick me for another minute or so, until I was good and wet. 

Then I realized I’d never had someone watch me. At least, not like this. Sure, I had spent time at a party doing it while other people were in the room, and some were watching, but not another’s boyfriend or girlfriend… not as they watched.

“Since you hesitated, I think we need to punish you,” I said, taking her by the hand. I led her to the chaise lounge in their bedroom and had her face away from the bed.

“Now, no peeking. Or I won’t let you even stay in the room,” I said.

She realized she was going to be facing away and wouldn’t be able to watch like she wanted. She’d only be able to hear. Lucky for her, I can be nice and loud… or would that be doubly frustrating. I didn’t care either way; I just wanted to try Brad’s long cock.

I walked over to him and ran my hand over his shaft. “Oh, this is a nice one,” I cooed. “I’m going to have a lot of fun fucking this cock.” I gave him a wet, sloppy kiss, nice and loud so his wife could hear. I turned a little and saw she was doing as she was told, facing away from us.

“So, Brad, what’s your favorite position?” I asked him seductively.

He smiled and told me, and I got into position, lying on my back, but letting him put my legs up around his shoulders. With that cock of his, he was going to go nice and deep in me.

I was so turned on by his wife licking my pussy; it didn’t take long for me to start cumming. And I made sure I was nice and loud for his wife to know exactly what was going on. Of course, he knew what he was doing, which didn’t hurt either.

I watched as he stared right into my eyes as I came for him and his wonderfully long cock. 

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Give it to me. Give it to me,” I was nearly begging as he thrust in and out of me over and over again. “You feel so fucking good,” I told him, making sure his wife could also hear.

I looked over, and she was squirming a little, wanting to turn and watch, but knowing my threat, she didn’t dare.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck me harder,” I begged him, staring at his poor little wife. “I bet that pussy feels so good on your cock.”

“Yes,” Brad hissed, trying to keep from cumming himself.

“You want to cum don’t you.”

He just nodded, trying to hold out.

I wrapped my legs around him.

“Then do it. Cum in me. Cum in my fucking pussy. Your dick deserves it.”

He grunted as he came inside my pussy, while I held him there, nice and deep. Fuck, it felt good.

I looked up, and him and smiled as he had finished. I was still holding him there, not letting him leave. “That was good. When will we do it again?”

He looked at his wife, and I made him look at me. “We decide, not her,” I said, making sure she knew her place.

He looked a little afraid of this dynamic. That was fine. Even if this was a one time thing, it was going to be great for me, and I think for her as well.

“Soon enough then,” I said, with a bit of a teasing smile. “Now bring your little bitch wife over here,” I ordered.

He went over to his wife, and took her by the hand, leading her to me. She stood in front of me, while I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Your husband did a good job fucking me. But I left a mess all over his cock. Why don’t you clean it up for him?”

She looked at him, and then at me, then back at him. I think she was trying to figure out what to do.

“With your mouth. Clean his lovely cock that made me cum so good.”

She realized what she was supposed to do, and got on her knees. There she started to lick and suck on his cock, cleaning all of his and my cum that covered him. While he was soft, he still liked it, and moaned from time to time.

“Oh, looks like the little bitch has a talented tongue for cleaning up cum,” I teased. “That’s good, because I have a good amount of cum in me as well,” I said, spreading my pussy lips so she could see the cream pie.

“Or does the little bitch want to sleep in a wet spot tonight?”

She turned and smiled at me.

“You know you don’t really have a choice in this,” I told her. She caught my meaning and went to licking my pussy, sucking all of her husband’s cum out of it.

Oh, it felt so good as she rooted around in my pussy getting all of his cum… and making me cum again in the process.

“That’s it. Suck your hubby’s cum from my cunt. See how much he gave me. That’s because he loved fucking my cunt, and he’s going to continue fucking me. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She paused and looked up at me, smiling.

“Good girl. Maybe I’ll even let you watch. Would you like to watch my legs wrapped around your husband as he fucks me, filling me with his cum?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned as she kept licking my pussy.

I’m sure she had sucked all of his cum out of my cunt, but I wasn’t going to stop her.

I let her make me cum one more time before I ordered her to stop. I sat up and held her chin in my hand, kissing her softly on the lips. “That was a good girl,” I told her, looking into her eyes as I broke my kiss. “And your husband is good to fuck as well,” I teased her.

She smiled and nodded. She seemed to like the fact that I had fucked her.

I looked over at her husband. He wasn’t quite ready to fuck again, which was a shame. I would have loved to do him again, but now would not be the time.

I stood up and got dressed. Brad threw on a robe and walked me to the door. I paused at the door instead of opening it. I reached down and stroked his cock in the opening of his robe. I was slowly growing as I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it.

“Are you going to go back there and fuck your wife?”

He just nodded.

I smiled. She was lucky, in her own way. While I don’t mind being shared, I’m not sure I could share someone I loved.

“Will I get to come back?”

“I hope so,” he said before opening the door.

I knew that was my cue. I turned to walk away, back to my empty apartment, but I paused and turned. “If she ever wants to change things up… I know she could be a lot of fun in a threesome… or we could do another night like tonight,” I offered.

And with that, I walked out the door, wondering if I’d get called back again. I kind of hope so because it was different and fun. And there was something about humiliating his wife… maybe I could find other couples that needed that. If their husband was as good as he was, I could definitely get used to that.

Too good to not share…

By centrum1000©

He couldn’t believe his luck, it was New Year’s Eve and he was going home early!

What a night for his girlfriend to dump him for another guy. There was certainly no way that he could stay at that party alone. The only problem was that his parents were having their annual NYE party at their house and so to make matters worse he would be spending the night with a bunch of boring old people.

Eric was a 20 year old college student who still lived in his parents’ basement and was now single. What a loser.

His parents Mark and Diane threw a NYE party every year. His mother had spent the past week getting everything ready; buying booze, making food, setting up decorations, and anything else the she could think of.

His parents were in their mid-forties and always wanted to be his friend instead of his parents. It wasn’t such a bad thing because they gave him a lot of leeway growing up and even now they let him drink even though he wasn’t 21 yet. But he always felt weird about how close they wanted to be to him.

Walking into his house at 11:00pm on NYE, Eric felt like his life couldn’t get any worse.

His parent’s party was in full swing, there must have been forty people throughout the house. Everybody was drinking and laughing and having a great time. Nobody even noticed when he walked in the front door.

Eric tried to sneak downstairs to his bedroom so he could spend the remainder of the night hiding out in shame but his mom’s friend, Janice, caught his arm as he approached the stairs.

“What are you doing here Eric? I figured you would be out partying with your girlfriend.” Her voice was pretty slurred as she spoke and her balance seemed wobbly as well. Just how much have these guys been drinking?

“Well, she dumped me so I just wanted to be alone the rest of the night.”

“WHAT! You got dumped on New Year’s Eve? What a bitch.” Her drink was spilling on the carpet as she became more animated and used her other hand on Eric’s arm to help her keep her balance.

“You can’t ring in the New Year alone, go get yourself a drink and stay here with us until midnight at least.”

He really didn’t want to party with my parent’s friends, but he really didn’t like the idea of spending the night alone either.

“Ok, I guess I could have one drink.”

“Much better, now let’s get you a beer.” Pulling on his arm she dragged him through the living room into the kitchen. It seemed like the kitchen was the only quiet place in the house.

Janice turned to his mom, the only other person in the kitchen.

“Diane, did you hear what happened to your son tonight?”

“Eric? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you out with your girlfriend?”

“She dumped me. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, you’re welcome to join us. Do you want a beer?”

“Sure”

My mom brought me a beer from the refrigerator and said “I guess I won’t be the only one without someone to kiss tonight.”

“What do you mean? Where’s dad?”

“Oh he passed out a half hour ago. He never stays up until midnight.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry mom.”

“Don’t worry about it; I’m used to it by now.”

At 45, his mother still had a great body. She and her husband had always had a great sex life but in the past few years things had slowed down between them so she maintained a disciplined workout schedule to keep herself attractive to him.

Her dark brown hair fell past her shoulders and had been styled so that it framed her pretty face in big loose curls.

Diane wore a silky silver cocktail dress that fluttered around her body as she moved through the kitchen. The hem of her dress ended several inches above her knees leaving most of her stocking covered legs on display. Her legs were accentuated by a pair of 5 inch black patent leather heels.

The neckline of her dress came down just enough to show off a hint of her chest and as she moved around the edges of her black bra occasionally peeked out.

Eric had never thought of his mother in a sexual way but their family was always very close. When they talked, she would often put a hand on his arm or his leg if they were sitting.

Both his parents were big huggers and not a day went by without at least one hug from each of them.

“Why don’t you finish that beer so we can dance. You can be my date for the night!”

Diane had a twinkle in her eye as she said that. She adored her son and if her husband couldn’t be with her at least she would be in good hands with her son.

“I don’t know mom that sounds weird.”

“There is nothing weird about a son dancing with his mother.”

“Just one dance.”

Eric finished his beer and his mother led him back into the crowded living room where everyone was dancing.

The radio was playing all of the big dance songs of the past year and everyone was having a great time. Eric lost himself in the moment and actually enjoyed dancing with his mom.

After a few songs passed a slow one came on the radio and everyone took their partners in their arms for a slow dance.

Diane reached out for Eric but he hesitated.

“What? Aren’t you having fun?”

Blushing he said.

“Oh, ok”

He stepped forward and awkwardly put his hands on her hips as she slid her arms around his back pulling him into her.

Diane’s chest pressed into her son as they swayed to the music.

“You really a pretty good dancer you know. That girl doesn’t know she’s missing.”

“Mom…” Eric whined.

“I know, I know. Just let me enjoy the moment. Ok?”

“Fine, whatever.”

Her perfume filled his senses as his mom leaned her head against his shoulder. They rocked back and forth in the crowded room with their bodies pressed against each other. The mixture of the alcohol and the warm body pressed against him was making Eric horny and he started thinking about sneaking downstairs to jerk off to some internet porn after midnight.

Diane’s hands slid down from his shoulders to the small of his back and she gave him a little squeeze. Eric didn’t realize it but his hands had slipped further down his mother’s hips and were now resting on the upper curve of her ass.

As soon as he noticed where his hands were he quickly jerked them back up to the sides of her hips. His mother giggled into his neck.

“It’s ok honey that felt good.”

With that encouragement he convinced himself that it was harmless enough and he let his hands slide back into place on the upper curve of his mother’s firm ass.

“mmmmm…..” She cooed into his neck.

Her warm breath felt good against his skin.

Another slow song came on and the whole room continued slowly rocking back and forth in time to the music.

Eric was surprised that his mom’s ass felt so firm. I knew that she exercised but he never guessed that her body was so tight. He immediately felt guilty at the thought of his mother’s body and tried to push it out of his head.

As Diane nuzzled into her son’s neck she lost herself and began rubbing her body against his. Eric felt his mother’s chest pushing against him. The soft mounds of her breasts felt good as her body swayed back and forth in his arms.

Eric closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment forgetting for a second that he was holding his mother. They had both been drinking all night and were feeling warm and fuzzy inside from the alcohol and the physical contact. Neither one of them wanted to admit to themselves what they were starting to feel for the other.

Eric’s hands slid further down his mother’s body and were now blatantly grabbing her ass. He squeezed her through her dress sending a shiver through her body. Diane released another moan into his neck as she pushed her hips into him.

Her soft lips parted and brushed against his bare skin. She was in heaven.

The song ended and the countdown began.

Everyone stepped away from their dance partners and began shouting along with the radio.

Diane and Eric took a small step back from each other but were still caught in the moment.

Their eyes were locked onto each other and a confusing mix of sexual thoughts and desires swirled around in their heads.

…FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE…

HAPPY NEW YEAR

The room erupted in a raucous scream and which fell silent as everyone pulled their date close for the New Years kiss.

Diane looked into her son’s eyes feeling horny and confused. She hadn’t felt like this since she was a teenager. Slowly she reached up and slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into her. Their lips met.

They kissed softly at first and then Eric gave in. His mouth opened and he pushed his tongue into his mother’s mouth. Their tongues touched and danced in their mouths.

Eric regained his grip on her ass and pulled her into him causing a yelp to escape her mouth as their bodies connected.

Eric’s hands slid further down until his hands made contact with her stockings. He could feel her heat through the thin material as his hand moved back up under the back of her dress.

He was surprised when his fingers hit bare flesh. He didn’t realize that his mother was wearing a garter belt.

Her soft skin against his hand sent a jolt through his body. His cock hardened in his pants, straining against the material.

Diane could feel her son’s hard penis pressing against her and knew they had crossed the line. She broke their kiss.

“Meet me downstairs”

She stepped away and disappeared into the kitchen.

Eric stood there stunned at the realization of what just happened. He was kissing his own mother… and he liked it. Nervously he looked around the room to see if anyone else witnessed their sin.

Thankfully for him everyone in the room was pretty drunk and seemed much more interested in making out with their own dates than with whatever he had just done with his mother.

Breathing a sigh of relief he quickly fled the scene of the crime.

Eric got himself another beer from the kitchen before catching his breath. Was this really happening? Could he actually go through with it? Did his mother really want him to fuck her?

His mind was racing as he sucked down the beer. Instead of snapping himself out of it, the beer helped to dull the voice in his head that was telling him how wrong this was.

She is in my bedroom waiting for me…

Taking a final swig of his beer he set it on the counter and walked towards the stairs. His heart raced as he approached his bedroom door. He could see that the light was on and he heard music playing.

His mother looked incredible. She was standing in the middle of his room nervously awaiting their illicit rendezvous. She was starting to think that he was going to back out when finally the door opened.

They looked at each other and all of their doubts melted away. Wrong or not, this was going to happen.

He swiftly moved across the room and took her in his strong arms. Her hair swooped around them as he spun her around in their embrace.

Their lips met again and they kissed as if they were long lost lovers. Her body melted into his. Eric’s hands explored her curves through the thin material of her dress. Her hips swayed as his hands slid up her sides and cupped her breasts.

“Ohhhhhh……”

“Mmmmm…”

She moaned into his mouth. Diane’s body was on fire. She reached for his crotch and fondled his hard cock through his jeans. Not content she pulled apart his belt and ripped open his zipper.

Eric shimmied his hips to help her and his jeans and boxers fell to the floor. Diane’s hands grabbed the bottom of her son’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

She paused for a moment to take in the sight of her naked son standing before her with his rock hard cock inviting her to him.

She pushed him back onto his bed. Eric positioned himself in the middle of his bed and waited for his mother to join him. Standing at the foot of her son’s bed, Diane reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She took the shoulder straps in each hand and peeled them from her shoulders.

Eric could see the hunger in her eyes as she released the dress. The silver material fell off of her in a blur leaving her dressed in only her underwear and high heels.

Diane always wore special underwear on New Year’s Eve hoping that this would be the year that her husband would stay up.

This year she was wearing a black lace bra that shimmered with small rhinestones.

The bra was tied together with a bow in the front instead of the standard clasp. The lace was so thin that her hard nipples were visible to Eric from across the room.

She wore a ruffled lace garter belt that was just as thin as the bra and also allowed her milky white flesh to peek through the material. Beneath the ruffled edge of her garter belt was a pair of black silk thong panties that only barely covered her wet pussy.

The garter held up a pair of sheer black thigh high stocking that her son had already discovered earlier in the night.

Dancing to the music in his room Diane reached up and gently tugged on the bow holding her bra together. The thin lace material fell to her sides presenting her bare breasts to her son.

Eric couldn’t take his eyes off of his mother who was now doing a strip tease for him. His cock slowly bounced up and down with the rhythm of his pulse as he watched his mother undressing.

How could his night that started so badly end up like this?

Diane let her hands trail down her sides hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Shaking her hips they slid down her long elegant legs.

She stepped out of her panties and using her right foot she hooked the toe of her high heel into them and kicked them up at her son.

Eric couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy his mother was. He couldn’t move when he saw a blur of black fabric fly at him landing on his face.

Her panties felt warm against his skin and smelled like her sex.

Diane stepped forward and crawled onto her son’s bed knowing full well how wrong this was.

This was the last moment for either of them to stop before it was too late.

Her soft stocking-clad legs rubbed against him as she worked her way up his body. Looking down into Eric’s eyes as she straddled his waist she pressed her dripping wet pussy against his hard cock.

Diane slowly rubbed her juices along the length of her son’s cock.

“ohhhhhhh…..”

She kept moaning and moving faster.

Eric couldn’t take the teasing any more. Her grabbed his mother’s hips and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her waiting pussy. He pushed his hips up into her as he pulled her down onto his cock.

“unnngggghhhh…”

“OH GOD!!!”

Diane felt like she was going to explode. Her body quaked with her first orgasm in months. She pushed herself down onto him and gyrated her hips into his. Her pussy clenched down on his hard cock with each wave of orgasm that passed over her.

Panting, she sat on top of her son as her body trembled.

Eric couldn’t believe that he just gave his mother an orgasm. He enjoyed the feeling of her pussy squeezing him in between her moans.

Diane looked down into Eric’s eyes as her orgasm slowly subsided. She began rocking her hips into him, pushing his cock further inside of her.

They quickly fell into a rhythm with their thrusts. Eric could feel his mother’s juices pouring out of her and covering his cock and balls while as she rode him.

Her hands gripped onto his firm chest as they bounced up and down on his bed.

Her fingers dug into his skin as he brought her closer to another climax.

Eric’s cock pulsated inside of her as he shot his first burst of cum into his mother’s pussy.

Feeling her son’s cum pouring into her set her off and her pussy again squeezed tightly around his cock draining it of his cum.

They didn’t move while they both came together. Out of breath and sweating Diane collapsed onto her son leaving his soft cock inside of her.

A lifetime passed before either of them moved.

“Eric?”

“Yes.”

“That was incredible.”

“I know.”

“Nobody can ever know about this.”

“I know.”

“But that doesn’t mean that we can’t do it again sometime.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

“I need to get back to the party before anyone misses me.”

“You’re right.”

“You stay here, if anyone asks I can tell them that you crashed early.”

Eric watched as his mom slipped back into her silver dress without panties or bra.

Eric’s warm sticky cum slowly dripped out of his mother’s pussy as she moved across the room.

Accidents Happen!

A brother/sister incest story

by StewartLinda

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My sister Donna is 4 years older than me and we have never been real tight. We were just typical siblings with an age difference. We would fight all the time over just about anything, but as we got older we managed to become friends. My sister was a wild child; I caught her more than once having sex with her boyfriends at our parents’ house. I never said anything but she knew that I knew.  There were times, and I am sure it was my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me by having sex while I was in the house. I can understand why my sister had so many boyfriends - she had the body of a Playboy bunny. At the age of 16, she was already a 36D with a small waist. Her waist only made her breasts look bigger than they were and her long blonde hair did not help. I was always getting ragged by my friends about how hot my sister was. I am only human and have to admit that looking at my sister’s hot body turned me on like any red blooded American boy, but I never forgot that she was my sister.  I hated that everyone found her so hot and sexy and that dating was so easy for her. I was just average looking and I had to work to get dates as I got older. The upside of that was that I learned how to treat a lady and more specifically how to please her. My sister just went from boyfriend to boyfriend never learning how to choose a good one because she never had to.  Several years later I married a beautiful woman, who I still love to death. We are a perfect couple and I am looking forward to growing old with her. Her name is Susan and she is the woman of my dreams. She is sexy, smart, loves sex, and has the most beautiful long white blonde hair you have ever seen.  Donna on the other hand has been married 3 times in 5 years always going from one good looking (but not very nice) guy to the next. So, this is where my story starts. A month ago my sister invited me and my wife to a party she was having at her house. She has a huge house thanks to her very rich ex-husband and she wanted to throw a costume party. I had not seen my sister since her divorce and it sounded like it might be fun. My wife had a really sexy nurse outfit that I loved and I was going as a California doctor. I knew I looked dashing in my Armani Suit with a Stethoscope hanging around my neck. The black leather doctor’s bag only added to my Beverly Hills look.  It was hard for me to even get dressed watching my wife. Her costume was so low cut that it showed off her beautiful cleavage. I could not stop myself as I reached around her waist and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck with a loving touch as she pushed her breasts into my hands and I felt a familiar stir in my pants. “Now, Now…… cool down or we are never going to get ready,” my wife said with a purr. “Come on baby…. Please leave the bra off,” I begged. “If I were to do that you could see my nipples through the costume, it is so thin,” she said with that little wicked smile that always drives me crazy. “Besides what would your sister think if I went dressed like that?” “Yeah right, you know my sister. She will be dressed to impress and you know it,” I reminded her. “OK you win. I will take it off,” she said. She gave in way too easily and I realized that the little minx had been waiting on me to ask her. I watched as eagerly as a hungry baby as she removed her bra. My heart skipped a beat looking at her beautiful nipples pushing against the material which was so sheer that it was really showed off her hard nipple. As she walked in front of me I could see her backlit from the bathroom door and the whole costume was almost see-through against bright light. I could see the brown of her areola around the nipple and hoped she didn’t realize just how see through it was. She knows I love to show her off, but I was not sure she would really go without a bra if she knew just how much of her would be showing.  “Baby, you have got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen,” I said as I ran my fingers over the slick material across her nipples. I knew she getting as turned on as me by the way her eyes twinkled and her lips poked out.  “Come on baby you know we have time for a quickie,” I almost begged. I slowly reached my hands around her and ran my hand over her soft breasts. I nuzzled my face in her neck and hair. We had been married too long for me not to know how to get her hot. I started kissing her ear lobe and lightly biting her ear. At the same time, I started running one hand down to caress her soft ass. Between rubbing her ass and her soft hard nipples and biting her ear, I knew it would not be long ‘til she gave in.  She was crumbling before my eyes- wanting it as bad as me- when the phone rang. I tried to get her not to answer it. I kissed harder and held her in my arms. She wrestled away from me and got the phone even as I played with her nipple. She answered the phone in a panting breath. As my wife talked I knew it didn’t sound good. The call was from my wife’s Sister Dora who was sick and throwing up. Her husband was gone on a business trip and she did not have anyone to help with her 10 month and 2 year old children. She wanted to know if my wife could come over and help her through the night with them. “I know you wanted me to go with you to the party,” Susan said holding her hand over the phone, “But, my sister needs me and I really feel like I need to help her”. Her voice was sad, and even as she said it her mouth went into a frown. “Go on to the party and I will make it up to you I promise,” she said with another one of her wicked smiles. “Go help your sister,” I told her attempting to look pitiful, “I will just have to go alone.” As she hung up the phone and started to undress I was still excited looking at her. I wanted her so bad I could not help it. My cock was rock hard and I wanted her right then and did not want to wait. It was like my blood was leaving my brain and going to my cock. I reached behind her and started lovingly biting her neck. “Ohhhh. Stop that we will have time later,” she said with a regretful smile. “Come on,” I pleaded, “I can’t wait ‘til later.” “Yes you can… and to give you a little something to make it worthwhile, you can fuck my ass when I get back,” she said with a big grin. She stuck her beautiful ass in the air and shook it at me. This only made my cock harder, dreaming about fucking her hard and long. She stripped in a flash, grabbed her keys and was out the door before I could even plead my case. There I was; horny, dressed up and no date. As I glanced up at the clock, I realized that I would be late if I did not hurry. I finished dressing and headed to my sister’s house. I knew that she had lots of very sexy friends and I was worried I would have to walk about all night with a raging hard on. I decided that since my wife would not be home ‘til the next day, I would drink all I wanted and just sleep it off at my sister’s house. I drove to her house trying not to think about my wife’s ass or the way her nipples pressed into my hands through her nurse uniform. The more I tried not to think about her, the more I could not help it, so I just concentrated on the drive and listened to the radio. As I pulled into my sister’s driveway I could see the house was hopping with people. She was not in costume when she answered the door, just a plain dress but she looked great anyway. “Hey sis… I thought this was a costume party,” I said looking at hangingstethoscope. “It is but I have a surprise. I bought the wildest costume you have ever seen and I am on my way to put it on now, besides good things come to those that wait.” she said kissing me on the cheek. “I have to go and change. Go help yourself to the food and drinks,” she said hurrying off to her room. I was not disappointed at all - there was eye candy galore. When I said my sister had hot friends, I was not kidding. It looked like a Playboy convention. Some of the outfits were so incredibly sexy; they even made my wife’s costume look tame. One girl was dressed as Wonder Woman in a costume so thin you could see the outline of long hard nipples pressing against the thin material. My favorite thing about her costume was it was so tight you could see the material pressing up her pussy and that she was definitely shaved.  One of my favorite costumes was a pirate, worn by a girl with huge breasts that kept trying to get out of the top. It was so low cut that it just barely covered the nipple. The whole back of her top was open and I could just see the crack of her ass. My hard on seemed to just keep getting worse and the only solution that I could think of and that was to drink. I got a beer and started downing it; I knew I could pick up a girl in a crowd like this but I in no way wanted to cheat on my wife. So I drank and just enjoyed the show.  The party was really going well and I was way past the point of “feeling no pain”, when I saw my sister motioning for me to come over toward her room. Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing her own share of drinking. I guessed she was almost as gone as me. I walked to her door and asked her, “What’s up sis?” “I really need your help,” she said as she motioned me to get inside her room. “How can I help?” I asked with a bit of a slur.  “Well…” she motioned to a huge costume on her bed. “I bought this costume and was going to wear it tonight with a friend of mine but she just called to let me know that she’s sick,” she said in a near panic. “You do not even want to know what I paid for it and it takes two people to wear it,” she said frowned. It was one wild costume. As I looked at it, I could see it was without a doubt made for two people. It was a beautifully done but huge dragon. I could see the basic idea was that one person went in first. Their legs acted as the front legs of the dragon. Then that person had to lean forward to get their head into the dragon’s head. This required the first person to stay partly hunched over the whole time. The second person’s legs also went into the front legs of the dragon. The legs were easily large enough for two people then the second person had to stand up straight and act like the back of the dragon, creating a hump in the costume, putting their arms into holes that make the wings go up and down. The front feet had straps to put your feet in. This way each person could lift the dragon feet in unison. The back legs and tail were just to balance out the huge front. “Look sis, I understand but as much as I have been drinking all that will happen is we fall on our asses,” I said with a laugh, “I am sure you have someone else you can get to help you.” “Come on, please for me,” my sister pouted. She used to try that look on me when we were kids when she realized she could not bully me into giving in.  “Just this one time help me out and I will never ask for another favor. Pleaseeeee,” she begged.  “I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?” I asked her, trying not to slur my words. “Not as much as me,” she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn’t feeling any pain either. She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the feminine charm she could muster in her drunken state. I hate it when she does that. “OK, I will do it but if we fall on our asses it’s your fault,” I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume more closely. “Look sis, there is no way I am going to stay hunched over like that,” I told her. “If I do this I will take the back of the costume and wag the tail.” “Fair enough,” she accepted as she unzipped the back of the costume. The she stood back up and began to strip her clothes off in front of me. I looked at her in shock.  “What the hell are you doing?” I asked her.  “It’s no big deal I have my bikini on under my clothes” she told me, “Don’t be such a prude. You’re a married man, it’s not like you haven’t seen a woman in a bathing suit before.“  As she pulled off her dress I could see that her bikini had just barely enough fabric to carry the name. I guess it could have been worse. It had a high cut bottom that tied with short strings on the sides. Thank goodness she was not wearing her thong!  “OK, Strip,” she instructed me.  “What? Are you crazy? I am your brother,” I said with a shake in my voice. It was bad enough that she was standing in front of me in next to nothing and that I was having a hard time banishing the dirty thoughts that came to mind seeing her nipples poke into the triangles of her suit.  “Look, I know you have your boxers on. You always do. That is no different than seeing you in a bathing suit. Besides it is so hot in this costume you will die if you don’t get some clothes off,” she reasoned.  Maybe it was from drinking too much or just not really giving a damn but I realized it was a losing argument. I had just told her I would do it and there was no way she would let me out of it now. I started undressing down to my boxers. She climbed in and put her feet through the first set of legs and then her arms. She had to hold on the wall as she leaned over to put her head in the dragons head. As she let go to put her arms in I almost fell over trying to get my legs in beside hers. I finally got all the way in and put my arms through the second set of holes to flap the wings up and down.  “How the hell do we zip this thing up?” I asked her.  “There is a string that comes through the mouth,” she told me. “I can zip it up once you get all the way in.” “I am all the way in,” I told her.  “NO… you have get closer to me it’s a very tight fit.“  I leaned forward till my crotch was pushed up against her ass. At that moment I felt the zipper being pulled up and it pushed me harder against her. We were in but I was pressed so tight against her I could feel her ass pressing against my cock.  “I don’t think I can do this,” I told her. “Yes you can. Besides, I broke the string when I pulled the zipper closed, if we get out now it will ruin the costume. Come on lets give it a try,” she pleaded.  I was just drunk enough to think, “What the hell?” and told her ok. Walking was just as hard as I thought it would be. We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright. It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all. There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head my sister was wearing.  She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples’ faces, asses or whatever was in the way. The effect the teasing and the walking with my crotch pressed tightly against her ass was having on me caused my cock to twitch and grow. “No!” I thought to myself sternly, “I can not get a hard on with my cock pressed against my sisters ass.” I tried to think of everything gross and disgusting in an effort to keep my cock from raising its head but between the teasing sexy voices I heard and my sister’s ass going up and down as she walked, my cock rose and there way no way I could stop it. I knew she felt it but it did not seem to bother her. The more she walked the more her ass slipped up and down my cock. It was almost like being jacked off with a huge hand. We were getting so hot that sweat was running over both of us and it only acted like lubricant. I was getting more and more turned on and there was no way I could deny it. Ideas were rushing through my mind.  Was it the feeling of having my cock worked or the fact it was my sisters ass that had me so turned on? It hurt my head to think about it and I wanted to just go with the feeling. I want to cum. I needed to cum. At times it seemed she would bend over further to hug someone and her ass cheeks would wrap my hard cock even harder. We had been walking around about 15 minutes and we were both covered in sweat. The sweat was dripping down our bodies and my boxers were soaked. I was so into feeling my sister’s ass rub up and down my hard cock that I was not even paying attention to anything around me. I was just lost in the lust of the moment.  It was then that I felt something different. In my fogged state it took a minute to realize what it was. My sister’s bikini bottoms had come untied and were slipping down her leg. We walked maybe 6 more steps and they fell all the way off.  We both stopped walking and paused with realization at what had happened. She whispered back to me. “Oops, sorry. I guess this is a problem, little brother,” she said in a giggly laugh. Now that her bikini bottoms were totally gone her ass really spread around my cock. The feeling increased ten fold as each step she took caused her ass to pull my cock up and down. I let out a moan as I felt her naked ass against me. She whispered back, “We need to get back to the room and fix this problem before things get messy.” She had no idea how messy things were going to get very soon if we did not get out of this thing. I could feel the blood leaving my brain and all I wanted was to cum hard and long. I was close to the point of not caring who I was with or who was around. I just wanted to cum. Her bare ass was so deep and tight that I could feel her cheeks pulling on my boxers as we walked. As she took one more step her ass pulled on my cock and I felt my cock spring out of the fly in my boxers.  “Oh shit…” was all I could manage to say as my cock pressed against her wet ass.  “I know I can feel it” she said in dreamily wispy voice.  “We have to get back to the room now and get out of the costume,” she said. This time there was no laugh just a small quiver in her voice.  I only thought I was turned on before. Now I could feel her bare skin and the sweat from our bodies running between the crack of her ass. The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat and there was no denying there was the smell of wet pussy.  The smell of her sex was more intoxicating than anything I could have ever imagined. I was getting more and more turned on. I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about consequences had totally left me. I was completely and totally lost in the moment. My heart was racing and I could tell she was also starting to pant a little. Her breathing was short and fast and with each step she would let a little moan out. Getting back to her room was a nearly impossible task. We were way outside on the deck and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far. I knew it was going to be a slow walk back inside and to her room.  Slowly we walked back inside her house. Each step seemed to take and eternity. With each forward step my rock hard cock was slipping up and down her and I swear she was pushing her ass against me with each step. The temperature in the costume was rising and I was not sure it was all from the heat.  I whispered, “If we don’t get back soon I am going to lose it… We have to try to go faster”.  We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps. This was a big mistake. With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first. I tried to lean back to keep us upright. Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough gap that my cock slipped from between her ass cheeks. As she caught herself from falling and pulled up, I felt a warm wetness engulf my hard throbbing cock.  She let out a moan and her whole body stiffened as a small quake rippled through her body. My mind was in a fog. I tried to pull back but there was no room. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice and her breathing quickened. Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds. Soon her breathing slowed down but the warm wetness was still engulfing my hard cock.

“We have to get back to the room nowwwwwww,” she whispered in a quiver and a pant. We were still 30 or 40 feet from her room. With each step my cock pushed deep into her and I felt a flood of juice drip over my hard cock. We made it 5 more feet and she stopped.  I was totally lost in the feeling of her wet pussy. I no longer cared that she was my sister. My brain was screaming how wrong this was but by adolescent fantasies of my sister overpowered any sane thought. The times I had wondered what it would be like to have sex while listening to her fuck her boyfriends ran through my mind like a freight train. An at this point there was no stopping that train. My whole self was lost; all I wanted to do was cum in my hot sister’s dripping wet pussy. Her body stiffened and a deep moan came from her lips as I felt that shutter and quake rip through her body. Her body quivered and I felt her pussy clinch my cock. I knew for sure this time she was having an orgasm.  Her shaking was harder and stronger than the first time. Her pussy was like a vice; it squeezed and milked my cock. She bent over further as her orgasm rocked her body and I could not stop myself from trying to push my hips forward and back, trying to sink my cock all the way in her. I knew somewhere in my brain that this was wrong but no one was listening to that voice.  I kept trying to push as deep her as possible into her hot wet pussy. Again she held on to the wall and let another orgasm pass. This time, the longer she held the wall the more I rocked my hips to push in and out of her even though we were not walking. Her breathing was getting faster but somehow she got the strength to try to walk forward again. I walked with her but no longer cared about anything. Now with each step I would try to pound her as much as possible, fucking her with all the force I could muster in such a small space. We made it five more steps and her breathing was so fast and strong I thought she would pass out. I don’t know if she meant to or not but she started pushing her ass back against me as she stepped forward. It was almost like she was trying to get me deeper in her pussy. There was no thinking, we were just lost in sexual delight, only the intense pleasure mattered. We made it to the door of her room and her pussy clamped around my cock as she had another orgasm. This time I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. Her moans became louder, almost a muffled scream. Her pussy juice flooded over my throbbing cock. If it had not been for the music and the noise anyone close by would have heard her.  As her pussy gripped my cock I could not hold out any more and a flood of cum shot from my cock deep inside of her. My cock started pulsing as load after load shot into her. The second she felt me cum in her she set off in the biggest orgasm yet. Her breathing was so fast it sounded like she had just ran a marathon. Her whole body was shaking, we both just stood there propped against the door to her room. It took over a minute for both of us to catch our breath and be able to move. Neither of us could talk, it was all we could do not to fall over.  She opened the door and walked in very slowly and despite my orgasm, my cock never went totally soft. As we walked in I felt the blood flow back into my cock in a rush. The warm feeling of my sticky cum mixed with her pussy juice running down our legs, only made me want her more. We walked in the door and with each step I was pumping my cock in her.  This time I did not even try to hide the fact I was trying to fuck her hard. The whole costume smelled of sex and cum. She was moaning louder as she closed the door. We walked toward the bed me fucking her with each step. My hips were rocking back and forth like a mini machine gun. Each stroke was so small but as fast as I could go.  She moaned louder not caring anymore as she bent over the edge of the bed. Her head was resting all the way down so her pussy was pushed up against me. This allowed a bit more room and I was pumping her with all I could manage. She began to moan loudly - no longer even trying to be quiet. As moan after moan left her lips I heard the one thing that made me go insane with lust. “Ohhh don’t stop. Fuck me, baby brother, fuck meee! Oh God yes, please don’t stop,” she screamed. “Fuck me, use me, take me just don’t stop!” she said as her voice broke in gasps. All thought was gone as she bent over the bed and started rocking her hips to meet my forward thrust. My cock slipped deeper in her and she let out a gasp. The more she bent over the deeper I went in her until I could feel my balls slap against her clit. She let out a loud scream of sexual ecstasy and had an orgasm that seemed to keep building in intensity. She shook so hard it was like trying to hold on to a bucking bronco, I felt and heard the material in the back start to rip.  The back gave way and I pulled out of her pussy. The sudden change caused me to slip. I tried to steady myself but lost my balance and fell over on my ass pulling her down with me. I felt a stab of pain on my cock for a split second as she fell on me, then it felt warm and tight. I realized my cock had slipped in her ass. The tightness of her ass and the moans from still lingering orgasm were more than I could take.  In a split second we both realized what had just happed but were both too far gone to care. She tried to get back upright but it only made my cock sink in and out of her ass. I was fucking her ass! Three times she tried to get upright but each time she only managed to pump my cock in her ass. Before long I realized she was not trying to get up, she was lifting her ass up and down helping me fuck her ass. “Fuck my ass baby brother, take my ass hard,” she screamed. “You want my ass? It’s yours. Just fuck me hard. Sink that hard cock deep in my ass,” she said almost hysterically. Those words were more than I could take. I felt my cock begin that last thrust as the cum boiled from my balls and exploded deep in her ass. She also let out a scream as her orgasm tore through her body. I think we both may have passed out. I woke up in a daze and felt my cock finally getting soft. It slipped out of her ass with a plop.  We both just lay on the floor for several more minutes before I started pushing my back against the material. I felt it give again and heard the material rip. My back was out of the costume. I climbed out slowly, my boxers were covered with cum and pussy juice. As I looked down I could see my cock was still semi hard and poking through the fly in my boxers.  I was covered in sweat and my hair was dripping wet. I rolled on my back and started trying to catch my breath as my sister worked her way out of the ripped opening. As I watched her climb out of the costume, I could see she was a bigger mess than me. Her hair was matted together and all in her face. She had lost her bikini bottoms and I could not help but admire her waxed, smooth pussy.  I looked up and saw that her bikini top had ripped and her breasts were totally free. As she struggled out of the costume I watched mesmerized as her huge breasts would swing back and forth like a metronome. It was the first time I had ever seen her totally naked and I could not stop myself from looking. She was covered in sweat and cum like me, her face was flushed with wet sweaty hair hanging in her face and her nipples were as hard as erasers. She freed herself at last and rolled on the floor next to me.  We sat looking at each other for several minutes. The more I looked at her covered in sweat and cum, the more excited I became. The blood flooded back to my cock in such a rush that it almost hurt as it sprang up on its own. With no idea what to say or do I could only look at the glow on her face to tell she had enjoyed it as much as me.  After a while we both caught our breath then she leaned over me and kissed me. It was no sister kiss, it was a kiss of a woman that wanted to be fucked. She crawled up on me with her tongue in my throat and started rubbing her huge breasts against my chest. No longer being hindered by the costume she reached back and guided me into her dripping pussy and started riding me.  She started moaning as I tried to match her down thrust with my own upward thrust. She started kissing my face and biting my neck. She grabbed my hair and thrust her tits into my face. “Suck my nipples hard. Sink your teeth into my nipple. Please,” she begged. For years I had been dreaming of seeing her huge tits. I feasted on them like it was my last meal. I sucked her nipple as hard as I could as she moaned even louder.  “Don’t play with me, bite them!” she yelled. I sunk my teeth into her hard nipple and she exploded. She dropped on my cock with a hard thrust and I felt the clamp-like feeling of her pussy gripping me. Wave after wave of shakes ran through her body as her orgasm built to a climax. Even as I watched her orgasm wash over her, I was amazed at her complete loss of control.  Just as I thought her orgasm was slowing down, I saw her reach down, grabbing her own breast in her hand and pulled it up and start sucking it. This only caused her to start a whole new wave of shaking. Then she opened her mouth and bit harder than I could believe on her own nipple as she exploded.  I have always though that the hottest thing a woman could do was suck and bite her own breasts and it was more than I could take. I let out a grunt and came in her. This time there was no forced position. I exploded with total abandonment deep in her pussy. She rolled off me and we lay next to each other with a mixture of satisfaction and guilt.  I guess we both were a bit embarrassed at what had just happened and started getting dressed. We were both totally silent and looked like we had just run a 100Km race. But there was no way to hide the glow of satisfaction on our faces. Donna got up off the floor, grabbed a towel and started wiping her face and body off. My eyes were glued to her, watching her transform from a wild sexual animal to a presentable host. She brushed her long beautiful hair and slipped her dress over her head. I was so stunned from the night events that it took me several seconds before I realized that she had not bother to put her bra or panties on. She headed for the door and turned to look at me.  “Look, lets not let this mess things up for us, ok? It was an accident and will never happen again,” the look on her face said she was torn between appreciating the great sex and her shame as the full extent of the situation settled on her.  “Right, it never happened. We will never mention it again,” I told her with my legs still shaking. Even as I said the words, I was not really sure I meant what I had just said. She closed the door behind her and went out to talk to her guests. I lay on the floor for 20 minutes before I managed to get up and get dressed.  The party was over about at about 3 am and I crashed on the couch. I woke the next morning and my head was spinning, still thinking about what happened. I could not believe it. I knew it was an accident but the feeling was so unreal. It was the best sex I had ever had in my life and it was with my sister.  “Stop it,” I told myself over and over, “I can not think about having sex with my sister. It was wrong and it was an accident.“  I heard my sister come into the room. She sat beside me and looked as hung over as I did. Her hair was all over the place and she had on a robe that was just barely tied. I was pretty sure she was naked under the robe but tried to push those thoughts away. Things had already gotten far enough out of hand. “I know we said we would not talk about it but I have to get this off my chest. That was the best sex I ever had in my life,” she said in a low voice, “I know it was wrong and this will be the end of it, but you need to know that I have never felt anything like that before. To be honest with you, and myself, I want you to know that I am glad it happened. I have thought about having sex with you for as long as I can remember. I guess that was why I teased you so much when we were kids.” I just sat there, stunned at her confession. She had thought about having sex with me?  “Please don’t hate me for being honest with you,” she said and started crying, holding her head in her hands.  I smiled and put my hand on her cheek. “To be totally honest with you I can’t stop thinking about it even now,” I said with a little smile. I gave her a hug, hoping it would help reassure her that she wasn’t alone with those feelings. Even as I held her I could not stop looking down her robe as it fell open. That same old rush started returning and had to force myself to stay under control. It took all the will-power I had to just hug her till she was not crying anymore. She kissed me on the cheek and went back to her room to change and take a shower. I took a shower after she had gotten out and washed the smell of sex off me. We both chatted as we ate breakfast just like nothing had really changed. I still had one hell of a hangover, so I grabbed some aspirin before I left. When my wife came home she wanted to know all about the party. I told her I got a little too drunk and still felt really ill. She laughed and told me that it was what I deserved for drinking too much and having such a good time without her.  “You better get your rest. Tonight you get your reward for being such a good husband,” she smiled and gave her ass a shake. That night we made love like we had not done in months. It was hot, wild and we were both exhausted when we were done.  “I guess you really missed me at that party, huh?” she laughed as we lay next to each other, out of breath. Two months later my sister called and told me she was thinking about having another costume party. She paused.  “ I got my costume fixed and was wondering if you wanted to share it with me,” my heart stopped for a good 30 seconds while I realized what she was saying. There was no question that part of me wanted to go… but would I?