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very interesting mindset for a family.
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Crazier than Adams family
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Welcome Mark to the weird family, hehe.
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Hahaha, u must be senior to know that show
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Welcome to the family! Nice update!
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Yes warmest welcome and cheers!
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TS story timing and locations all aligned. A true Eastie.
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Well written story, please continue TS
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After smoking, we all went back into the house.
Ann led me to the guest room on the first floor while Alan and Amanda went up to their own rooms. I decided it wasn't a good idea to explore the house unless I was invited. What I found odd was it was such a large house, yet somehow I didn't see any helpers around. Either I was blind, or Ann was really good at housework. I placed my bag on the study table in the guest room. It was around the size of my own room. A super-single sized bed at the corner, a normal study table and chair. A normal two door wardrobe. The room windows overlooked the backyard, I glanced out but couldn't see much as it was dark. There was a ceiling fan, as well as an aircon. Unfortunately there was no attached bathroom, so I guess we probably wouldn't be having much sex in here even if she wanted to. Ann: Don't smoke in here. You wanna smoke, you go out. Me: Ok. Why is there a guest room in the middle of nowhere? Ann: Used to be the maid's room. Let her go once the kids were old enough. Me: I see. How do you maintain the house? Ann: The kids help out. We have a contract helper come in twice a month for cleaning. If you're staying here you can help with chores too. Me: Erm. Ok. Ann: Army boy should be quite good at cleaning right? Me: I guess? Ann: Just kidding. I don't expect you to stay. She shut the door and turned on the aircon, pushed me towards the bed. I sat on it with a loud creak. Me: Hey… Ann: Shhh… She pushed me down and straddled me, pulling off her t-shirt. She hurriedly unbuckled my berms, pulled it down with my boxers and immediately attacked my cock with her mouth. Me: Are you addicted to my cock or something? The head popped out with a loud slurp. She had gotten me hard in no time. She slid out of her shorts and pushed her panties aside, lowering herself on my erect dick. She was already wet. Ann: This small thing? No… She rode me hard and fast. Lucky I wasn't that long. I'm sure longer dicks might have snapped off if she got the angle wrong. Ann: Sex brings me closer to you. I can't explain it. She kissed me, while grinding down hard on me. The bed creaked like it was going to fall apart. Luckily all her kids had already gone upstairs. The noisy bed might have attracted them to come and take a look. Especially Amanda, who claimed she had seen her mother having sex before, and it was horrible. But the way Ann was with me, I wondered how horrible it could have been. Or maybe it Amanda saw us, she might think I was horrible too. At least Ann was enjoying herself. Weirdly, the thought of Amanda, or anyone else really, wanting to watch was turning me on a little. I grabbed Ann and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my back as I lifted her up and down my dick. Maybe I watched too much porn, or maybe I wasn't strong enough. Maybe Ann was too heavy. I wasn't sure. But this position was extremely difficult to pull off. I slowly carried her over to the study table and put her down there. I put her legs onto my shoulders and rammed as deep as I could go, while kissing her neck. She moaned louder than usual. Each thrust into her made her moan, but it also made the table knock against the wall. I rubbed her clit with my thumb in circular motions as I went in hard but slow. Ann was biting her lower lip as if she was trying hard not to scream out. I think I was doing this on purpose. Part of me wanted her kids to know that I was fucking their mom. And I wanted them to hear how well, in my opinion anyway, that I was fucking her. |
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Camping here for more juicy updates please. |
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yeah bro....this goes deep deep
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Nice update TS, please keep cumming!
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Love the story!
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I really didn't think this through. Maybe I was horny, but I don't think I was. Maybe I wanted to show off, but I didn't think I had the capabilities to do so. Maybe I wanted to get caught, but what good would that do? Ann wasn't going to stop seeing me unless I did something really stupid. And I don't think I was going to anything really stupid at that point in time.
Yet there I was, in her guest room, with no shower nearby, fucking her as loudly as I could. I slowed down my already slow thrusts. Ann: Don't stop! Ann reached around and grabbed my ass, trying to pull me in deeper. The study table hit the wall again. I probably needed to find a way to end this quickly then think about how we were going to get cleaned up. I wondered if I could pretend to cum, then pull out and wonder why I didn't manage to shoot anything out. Maybe I could say there was nothing left as we already had so much sex previously. But that was unlikely. Ann: FUCK ME! Ann was practically screaming by now. Inside my head, I had this picture of her kids standing outside the door, waiting for it to open, us to come out, then we'd receive a round of applause. I guess my imagination was really good. I thrust a few more times. Then I stopped. Ann: What are you doing? I pulled out, my dick quickly getting soft. Ann: You came? Me: No. Can't cum. Ann: What? Me: I don't know what happened. I sat on the bed. Ann got off the study table and knelt in front of me, examining my dick. It was still sticky from her juices. Ann: What's wrong? She ran a finger along the shaft. It barely reacted. Me: I don't know. Suddenly no feeling. Ann: You have erectile dysfunction already??? Me: I hope not. She went down on me again, swallowing my entire soft dick. I could feel her tongue twirling around, and I was getting hard again. Ann: See! It's working! Me: Erm. Ok. She got on me again. Ann: Can you at least stay hard until I cum? I gave her a weak smile. Me: I'll try. She rode me gently, but was grinding her clit against me. I kissed her neck and went down to her breasts, playing with her nipples with my fingers then mouth, alternating between licking and sucking, with varying strength. Ann: Hey… there's no milk in there. Are you trying to breastfeed? Me: No… A few minutes later, I felt her shuddering. She gave another loud moan and got off me. Ann: Are you going to cum? Me: I don't think so. She took me in her mouth again. I pulled her up. Me: Just lie here. She lay down beside me but grabbed my dick and wanked slowly. Ann: I want you to cum. Me: I already did many times. Over the last few days. Ann: I mean now. Me: I can't. Ann: What's affecting you? Me: I'm not sure. Ann: Is it the location? Me: Meaning? Ann: you're fucking me in my house. Me: And? Ann: You're afraid my kids can hear us? Me: I don't know if that's really the issue. Ann: Then what? Me: I guess I got distracted. Ann: By what? I really didn't want to say I got aroused by the thought of Amanda catching us. Me: Maybe it's the location. Ann: Would you rather we do it in the master bedroom? Me: That's weird. Ann: I have a bathtub. Me: Oh. Yeah. I was thinking about how and where we're going to clean up. Where's the bathroom on this level? Ann: Next to the kitchen. oh wait. Me: What? Ann: I forgot that we turned it into a storeroom once the maids left. Me: How are we going to clean up now? I looked around the room. No tissues. No wet wipes. Nothing. Ann: We can sort that out later. She climbed on me again. I wasn't that hard but she was still wet and I slid in easily. Me: Hey… Ann: Wouldn't it be fun to run to the upstairs bathroom naked? She said that with such a straight face and sly smile that I wondered if she was legit crazy. Me: Erm. That's something I thought I would be doing maybe 20 years ago. Ann: We're all young at heart. Me: What if they see us? Ann: I'm sure they've seen me naked before. Me: I don't think this is such a good idea. They're your kids. Ann: You're not that hot. They'll probably just laugh at you. She rode me slowly again, making the bed creak. I wondered if I should tell her it was probably time to go furniture shopping, especially if I was going to be staying in this room. Despite the aircon being on, I was starting to sweat a lot. Ann: Can you just relax and enjoy this? She could tell I was distracted by something. Ordinarily, male ego would tell me that if there was an opportunity to let rather attractive young lady/ladies see me naked, and not lead to the police being called, it was an opportunity to be taken. But probably not when I was cock-deep in their mother. The weirdest thing was she seemed ok with it, and supposedly wanted it to happen. What I also could not understand was the part of me that was making so much noise that they could hear us. And yet this same part was worried about being seen naked. Maybe this was a test from Ann to see if I was worthy of her. Imagine the consequences if I ended up in bed with Amanda while living in their house. Or Alicia, although that would indeed be the icing on the cake. Or Alan, if I somehow discovered I was actually gay. Or that he was gay. There were so many weird and conflicting thoughts in my head that I was amazed I could stay hard enough for Ann to fuck me. We just kept going on and I wondered if the bed frame would break or the mattress springs would come out. Whatever it was, I was damn sure the whole house, and maybe the nearest neighbours could hear our loud sex session. Getting to the bathroom would indeed be interesting. |
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