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I remember long ago when I visited some distant aunts of mine back home in the Caribbean. They were supposed to take me around their town and shit. My mom said I was a homebody, never got out and tried new things, so first day we were there she dropped me off with one of them and gave her orders, then left to do her own thing, probably to meet some more men or something.
I was waiting in front of the house as mom drove off, but my aunt peered from the corner of the house, calling my name, telling me to comer to her as she slowly took her breast out and showed it off to me. “Listen sweetie, your mother wants you to get out of this house, but I think we’ll have much more fun if we stay inside. What do you say?”
That day would become one of my fondest memories of the trip, and later on, when all of us and my mom were back at the dinner table, when she looked at us and asked if we both had fun, all we could do was smile and nod our heads yes.

I remember long ago when I visited some distant aunts of mine back home in the Caribbean. They were supposed to take me around their town and shit. My mom said I was a homebody, never got out and tried new things, so first day we were there she dropped me off with one of them and gave her orders, then left to do her own thing, probably to meet some more men or something.

I was waiting in front of the house as mom drove off, but my aunt peered from the corner of the house, calling my name, telling me to comer to her as she slowly took her breast out and showed it off to me. “Listen sweetie, your mother wants you to get out of this house, but I think we’ll have much more fun if we stay inside. What do you say?”

That day would become one of my fondest memories of the trip, and later on, when all of us and my mom were back at the dinner table, when she looked at us and asked if we both had fun, all we could do was smile and nod our heads yes.

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She was stuck in her room again, punishment for talking back against her mother who tried so hard to get her to be a good girl just for a few days, but it was impossible. She snuck out once to fuck some guys she knew just to prove a point, just to show that maybe she enjoyed that girl that any guy could bang if he was clean enough and had a car.
Her mom barred her from contacting those boys, but it didn’t stop her appetite, and her attention turned to all of her brothers, one of whom would always be passing by her door at the right moment (on the way to see the mom, no less). She gave them a quick glimpse of what could be, some not-so-subtle suggestions for things they could do together, and the brothers would come in her room, and close the door and lock it before trying to fuck some sense into her. They all tried at one point or another, but she still got into trouble, still would land herself back into the room so she could eventually wait impatiently with her tits out.

She was stuck in her room again, punishment for talking back against her mother who tried so hard to get her to be a good girl just for a few days, but it was impossible. She snuck out once to fuck some guys she knew just to prove a point, just to show that maybe she enjoyed that girl that any guy could bang if he was clean enough and had a car.

Her mom barred her from contacting those boys, but it didn’t stop her appetite, and her attention turned to all of her brothers, one of whom would always be passing by her door at the right moment (on the way to see the mom, no less). She gave them a quick glimpse of what could be, some not-so-subtle suggestions for things they could do together, and the brothers would come in her room, and close the door and lock it before trying to fuck some sense into her. They all tried at one point or another, but she still got into trouble, still would land herself back into the room so she could eventually wait impatiently with her tits out.

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There was this coworker of hers whom she carpooled with, who picked her up extra early every morning though they still came in late to work, and that was because she would fuck his brains out right there. She was married but it didn’t matter. Other wives might do their dirty deeds later in the day or on the way home, but why, when the husband would be anxiously waiting for them at home with hugs and kisses? This woman knew the best time to cheat on her man was in the morning, when her kids were still asleep, when her husband would still be sleeping soundly, so he would never notice his wife boning this dude right on his driveway, would never notice the car bouncing up and down right outside his window, every morning, as his wife’s pussy was filled up with the seed of another man.

There was this coworker of hers whom she carpooled with, who picked her up extra early every morning though they still came in late to work, and that was because she would fuck his brains out right there. She was married but it didn’t matter. Other wives might do their dirty deeds later in the day or on the way home, but why, when the husband would be anxiously waiting for them at home with hugs and kisses? This woman knew the best time to cheat on her man was in the morning, when her kids were still asleep, when her husband would still be sleeping soundly, so he would never notice his wife boning this dude right on his driveway, would never notice the car bouncing up and down right outside his window, every morning, as his wife’s pussy was filled up with the seed of another man.

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My mom and I had this little tradition growing up of going out to dinner on my birthday, going for as long as I can remember but it was always innocent and fun. She treated me like any loving mother would treat her boy, though as time went on, the effect her bust had on my attraction was undeniable and she knew that, trying thicker and thicker layers of clothing once she saw me trying harder and harder to hide my erection. There was no sweater though, no loose clothing that could hide what she had, and every year she just smiled as she gave her young man a kiss, watch him hurry back to his room at the end of the night to no doubt take care of what was a massive erection.
Well as soon as I was old enough, she wasted no time in trying to hide it anymore, pulling out some silky dress from the back of her closet, the type of dress she wore when she needed to impress daddy. Well now her eye was on me, taking me to this fancy restaurant and pushing her breasts together with her arms ever so subtly, making sure I was able to get a good look. Later on, back home, she called me over while her fingers were slowly running up and down the fabric of her dress, as she was feeling her own skin, and after a moment she walked up to me and embraced me tightly, obviously pressing her breasts as best she could against my chest, hugging me tightly while kissing me. But this was a much longer kiss than what I was used to. Still innocent; our lips pressed together, but she held it for a minute before pulling back and looking at me. She continued staring as she used her hands to remove the sides of her dress slowly. I was still pressed against her, my face inches from hers, so I pulled back myself to let the dress fall down even further, so I could see those breasts of hers in all their glory for the first time. My vivid imagination did no justice, and while in awe I slowly cupped them, or tried to, using my relatively small hands as she pushed my chin up.
She felt my erection at this point and pushed her hips against mine to feel it even more, pulling my head in and having me lean against her chest, whispering “I’m all yours now, baby.” I lost it at that point and turned her around, pushing her up against the counter and lifting her dress up so I can see more of her body, of her ass. With that and her top being off I was stripping away her elegance but it didn’t matter, and she didn’t stop me. I moved up the dress some more - she wasn’t even wearing panties - and pulled my own pants down and slid my dick from behind her, slowly and all the way in. I heard her muttered oh my god to herself, as her head collapsed on the counter in what must’ve been sweet relief.
I didn’t last long after that point, with hearing my own mother’s moans, feeling her skin press against me whenever I thrust into her, feeling that dress she put on for me as it made its way around my thighs, my hips. I took my time in fucking her, savoring the moment and whenever I would pull back she would pull back herself, never letting my dick leave her, and so we both moved in sync, just needing to feel as much of each other as possible. Her tits at this point were laid bare against the cold surface of the counter and I grabbed one of them with my hand, then the other, and basically was holding them for dear life from behind her, as I pumped her out. Feeling those breasts did it for me, and she knew her son was cumming too, reaching her hand around me to grab my ass as I gave one big thrust, as deep as I could and then stayed there. She turned around and we kissed one more time, and after she caught her breath, she whispered to me, “Happy birthday…”

My mom and I had this little tradition growing up of going out to dinner on my birthday, going for as long as I can remember but it was always innocent and fun. She treated me like any loving mother would treat her boy, though as time went on, the effect her bust had on my attraction was undeniable and she knew that, trying thicker and thicker layers of clothing once she saw me trying harder and harder to hide my erection. There was no sweater though, no loose clothing that could hide what she had, and every year she just smiled as she gave her young man a kiss, watch him hurry back to his room at the end of the night to no doubt take care of what was a massive erection.

Well as soon as I was old enough, she wasted no time in trying to hide it anymore, pulling out some silky dress from the back of her closet, the type of dress she wore when she needed to impress daddy. Well now her eye was on me, taking me to this fancy restaurant and pushing her breasts together with her arms ever so subtly, making sure I was able to get a good look. Later on, back home, she called me over while her fingers were slowly running up and down the fabric of her dress, as she was feeling her own skin, and after a moment she walked up to me and embraced me tightly, obviously pressing her breasts as best she could against my chest, hugging me tightly while kissing me. But this was a much longer kiss than what I was used to. Still innocent; our lips pressed together, but she held it for a minute before pulling back and looking at me. She continued staring as she used her hands to remove the sides of her dress slowly. I was still pressed against her, my face inches from hers, so I pulled back myself to let the dress fall down even further, so I could see those breasts of hers in all their glory for the first time. My vivid imagination did no justice, and while in awe I slowly cupped them, or tried to, using my relatively small hands as she pushed my chin up.

She felt my erection at this point and pushed her hips against mine to feel it even more, pulling my head in and having me lean against her chest, whispering “I’m all yours now, baby.” I lost it at that point and turned her around, pushing her up against the counter and lifting her dress up so I can see more of her body, of her ass. With that and her top being off I was stripping away her elegance but it didn’t matter, and she didn’t stop me. I moved up the dress some more - she wasn’t even wearing panties - and pulled my own pants down and slid my dick from behind her, slowly and all the way in. I heard her muttered oh my god to herself, as her head collapsed on the counter in what must’ve been sweet relief.

I didn’t last long after that point, with hearing my own mother’s moans, feeling her skin press against me whenever I thrust into her, feeling that dress she put on for me as it made its way around my thighs, my hips. I took my time in fucking her, savoring the moment and whenever I would pull back she would pull back herself, never letting my dick leave her, and so we both moved in sync, just needing to feel as much of each other as possible. Her tits at this point were laid bare against the cold surface of the counter and I grabbed one of them with my hand, then the other, and basically was holding them for dear life from behind her, as I pumped her out. Feeling those breasts did it for me, and she knew her son was cumming too, reaching her hand around me to grab my ass as I gave one big thrust, as deep as I could and then stayed there. She turned around and we kissed one more time, and after she caught her breath, she whispered to me, “Happy birthday…”

She had three younger brothers who were planning on visiting her again this weekend, and she always wore something revealing or slutty or skimpy, for their entire stay. It was her home and her money but once those boys were in her presence she turned into their servant, and walking around the house all day in such attire was one of her ways in showing it. However, this was the first time she gave them a glimpse in advance, sending them all a picture message the day prior to their arrival, knowing it would send them in a bit of a frenzy, get them to rub a few ones out before they got there, which was her plan of course, so they would last just a bit longer once they entered the door and sat on the couch with jeans to ankles, before she started doing what she did best, to each of them right on the spot.

She had three younger brothers who were planning on visiting her again this weekend, and she always wore something revealing or slutty or skimpy, for their entire stay. It was her home and her money but once those boys were in her presence she turned into their servant, and walking around the house all day in such attire was one of her ways in showing it. However, this was the first time she gave them a glimpse in advance, sending them all a picture message the day prior to their arrival, knowing it would send them in a bit of a frenzy, get them to rub a few ones out before they got there, which was her plan of course, so they would last just a bit longer once they entered the door and sat on the couch with jeans to ankles, before she started doing what she did best, to each of them right on the spot.