All for You, Daddy

by Mary Patton

  Chapter 1

  My name is David; I am twenty-five years old and recently moved back into my stepmom's house. It's been a tough year for her, and she needed someone to protect her since my father passed away.

  I had moved when I was eighteen to start my own life, and I was doing pretty well until I got my mother's call that she wasn't doing so well. A beautiful forty-five-year-old woman who still looks thirty, which worried me a lot because Mom has never complained. Feeling like the gallant son who ran home to save her, or so I'd like everyone to believe, but the truth is if it weren't for the fact that she was my mother, I would have fucked her.

  It started just before I left home, my father wasn't attentive to my mother's needs as a woman, so she took matters into her own hands. Several times I could hear her after he went to work, masturbating frequently, the sound of her vibrator buzzing in the air. Her moans were light and erotic, like her. I closed my eyes when I heard the sound going out, knowing that it was being buried deep in her wet box.

  As the sound increased and diminished with his exquisite groans of pleasure, I knew that she had to be furiously sliding the plastic cock in and out, imagining again that her hips were rising and falling at the pleasure. Shortly afterwards she left her room and entered the bathroom.

  It wasn't until several weeks later when I was doing the laundry that I realized that she went to the bathroom to drop her silk panties soaked in the laundry basket There I stood, not knowing what took hold of me, but I took the silk panties and squeezed them up against my nose inhaling their intoxicating scent.

  I felt my cock become hard with the sensation, the more I sniffed, the stronger it became. Unbuttoning my pants, releasing my throbbing manhood from its confines, I slowly wrapped her panties around my shaft and began to pump. Its aroma still fresh against my nose, the sweet aroma of a mothers love. Wet silk soaked in its desirable juice made my mind crazy with lust. It wasn't long before I exploded the biggest load my sack could hold.

  That had been almost seven years ago, but my longing has never diminished by the sweet aroma of my mother's juice against silk panties, the embodiment of pussy perfection. My excitement at seeing my mother was not as hot as the prospect of listening to her masturbation and sending me her sweet, loving scent. No woman has ever given me the satisfaction of smelling my mother.

  This is not the kind of thing you can share with your friends, telling them that you like to smell your mother's silk panties soaked with the fresh dew from her milked pussy. However, the mere thought made me touch my aching cock nestled between my thighs, a smile crossed my face knowing soon; soon I will feel that satisfaction once again.

  On Thursday afternoon, after my arrival, I took my mother to dinner, she was very quiet and I understood her feeling of loss. I hugged her and let her tears flow. I had a love for my mother like no other; the love of a son is immeasurable.

  That night I went to bed when my mother did, but the dream escaped me. The thoughts of her silk panties had become my doom, my fetish and an inexplicable need. Tonight, I was to receive an additional surprise.

  I heard the slight groans coming out of her room, walking gently toward her door in the hope of hearing the last satisfying groan. Then I went down to the laundry and waited for my sweet release. Her door was ajar, as my mother slid the thin vibrator up and down her pink silk panties. The big stain of moisture as she concentrated on her place of pleasure, how I wanted to see the swollen clitoris she knew lay hidden beneath her underpants.

  My hand had a mind of its own, for my fury was released as I looked at it, knowing that those delicious pink panties would be in my hands in no time. As I watched her pull them aside and slide the little cock into and out of her hole, I could hear its moisture. The sound of sucking intoxicated me, hoping that I wouldn't lose any of those sweet juices, but would allow them to soak in the panties that were going to be mine.

  I was frightened when I heard her say, "Don't just stand there, come in and look," in her deep, lustful voice.

  I walked quietly to the most beautiful picture of female lust, how I longed to bury my face in her soaked panties. Smell her sweetness; gently suckle the juices in my mouth. She gestured for me to approach as she worked the vibrator in and out of her hot honey hole.

  I crawled between her open legs, her face blushing with the urge to let her passion explode. I touched her silk panties as she removed the humming machine from her dripping pussy, letting them settle in against the dampness. She had come so much that they were soaked, sliding my hand up and down the moisture made my cock visibly bounce in anticipation.

  "I know you love my panties, I sent them to you years ago knowing how they turned you on." She smiled at me with love and tenderness.

  "How did you know Mom?" I asked without knowing that someone knew about my fetish.

  "I found you, caressing your hard manhood before you left home. One hand caressing that beautiful hard flesh in one hand and smelling my panties soaked in the other. Little did you know that I stood there looking to the sight of your pleasure when you released yourself so forcefully.” She began to slide her panties slowly down and then gave them to me.

  "Show your mom how much you enjoy her scent," she whispered.

  Holding her panties in my hand, I was drunk on everything she had just told me. Inhaling deeply, then sucking on the sweetness as my hand stroked my purple-headed stick. My sack squeezed with lust, needing to let go, longing for this day in my mind a million times.

  "Oh yes son, show me, show me how excited you are," I almost shouted as her legs stretched out feverishly touching her drip box. His clitoris stood out, excited, in need of touch. As I looked at her, smelling her silk panties, my cock was about to explode. "Son, come from mama's panties, please," she gasped before screaming in orgasm.

  It was my downfall when my balls began to empty, firing a thick hot jism into her pretty pink panties. She had crawled to the edge of the bed, so her face was only a few inches from my dick when the jism hit her panties. When I finally finished milking my dick for my mother, she gave me back her panties, licking my warm coming and moaning as she swallowed every drop.

  Only a couple of days have passed, and I wonder if next time she will keep her panties on while I suck her clitoris. It would be great even if Mom allowed me to slide the silk wonders that have brought me so much pleasure to the side while my thick cock enters her tightness. I suppose this is something I will have to ask.

  Chapter One

  I was on the couch drinking my espresso when my wife said that her mother was en route and that both of them were going out on the town to shop for the day. I was disappointed because I was looking to have a nice day alone with her. It was our first entire day alone since the children went to their fathers for the summer.

  I loved the children; however, they had a method for making intimate times with my wife difficult to have. When I say the children, I mean my stepdaughter, Marie who had quite recently turned 18 and stepson, Kyle who was moving toward his 18th birthday. I would miss them, yet it is pleasant to have a nice time with the wife without agonizing over being quiet or having one of them thump on the door.

  "Well I guess I will deal with the grass then." I said as she looked out the window for her mother's vehicle.

  "Great," she answered with a tone that told me that was what I ought to do anyway.

  "Bye angel," is all I heard as the door shut behind her.

  Two hours later the grass was done and as the sun rose to high twelve, it became evident that I was finished for the day. It was simply too damn hot to proceed. I stripped down to boxers in the laundry room and made a beeline for a nice cold shower.

  Just before I got into the shower, I chose to get a cold Corona. Being home alone, I made a dash for the kitchen totally naked. As I turned into the kitchen, I was paralyzed to see Marie remaining before the opened refrigerator looking at me.

  "KIETH!" she screamed and ran past me, embarrassed by my nakedness.

  I spee
dily ran behind her into my room and put on my robe. I didn't actually know what to do, so I did what I generally do when I am embarrassed, I made a joke out of it.

  Thumping on her door I said, "Marie I apologize that you needed to see my naked ass. I don't even like to look at it!" I laughed.

  She grinned and chuckled and I was sorry in all honesty. We talked for a couple of moments and I went to wash up. In the shower I was thinking about Marie and how beautiful and seductive she had become throughout the last three years. At 5'6" and 110 pounds she was long and lean. Her tight little ass was flawlessly heart shaped and her tits were ideal for her body. I speculated they would be a C-cups and perky and on her frame bountiful. Her mid length darker hair framed her beautiful face and her full pouty lips always felt good on my cheek.

  I never considered Marie sexually yet I am a man and I totally delighted in watching her first thing in the day or just before bed. Because she would always be wearing something scanty if it was warm or tight and shape fitting when the weather dipped.

  I was simply toweling off and debating on shaving when there was a thump on the bathroom door.

  "Who is it?" I said with a laugh.

  "Keith are you okay?" she inquired

  "Yes," I answered as I tied the belt on my robe.

  The door split and she peeped around it showing up somewhat apprehensive to just walk in. After what had happened thirty minutes back, I can't say that I blamed her.

  "What is it Marie?" I asked supposing she needed to get at some of her mother's beauty supplies which were always a wellspring of pressure among them. Marie always borrowed them yet never returned them and Dee would get irate about it at times.

  Marie slipped into the bathroom without opening the door anymore. "Would I be able to see you without the robe once more?" she mumbled.

  "I don't think so! Are you insane?" I said rather sternly.

  Unaffected by my brisk reaction Marie said, "I never saw one that enormous. I just want to see it again...Please!"

  I am pretty big at a little more than eight inches in length and four inches around. Marie’s request made my cock bounce a bit and begin to swell. As my brain was racing, I reached down and gave it a pull absentmindedly.

  "Marie leave now!" I shouted. However, Marie just grinned and gazed at my hand on my cock.

  "Come on Keith I just saw it, what’s the issue?" she said. Never taking her eyes off of my hand presently grasping my hardening dick.

  I don't know what made me say what I said next because I don't think it is what I meant to say but..."show me yours and I will show you mine." I said grinning at her.

  Without a word or any hesitation, she put her hands in the waistband of her blue spandex exercise shorts and stripped them down her long shapely legs and my cock got more hard than it had been in years! As Marie stripped, I was satisfied to see her pussy was spotless shaven and like her mother she had lips that protruded.

  Now, it was Maries turn to touch her groin and as she ran her finger between her soggy external lips, I looked into her eyes and dropped my robe. Her eyes widened at seeing my now seething hard on. In one swift movement, I lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed behind her and jumped face first into that sweetened wet pussy.

  My tongue went from the top to the bottom of her undeniably wet lips. As I reached the bottom of her pussy, my fingers separated her labia and my tongue rimmed her tight little asshole. She laughed and squeezed her ass against my tongue as my fingers gradually entered her pussy. She groaned deeply as I stood holding my angry cock, she begged me to let her suck it however I needed that pussy first.

  "Keith it's too huge," she griped as I started rubbing the now silky with pre-cum head up and down her slit.

  "It won't be for long baby!" I said as I sank half of it into her snatch.

  "Owe Keith... this isn't what I wanted! Please don’t fuck my pussy!" she shouted out.

  "It's a bit too late for that isn't it young lady?" Marie hated when I called her that.

  "I'll show you a young lady you dam pig!" I hated when she called me that!

  I raised back and thrust hard and she did the same back. Both of us furious, hot and horny for one another all at the same time. As our pelvises met, we both groaned. Her pussy while not virgin territory was unquestionably not used much since it was the most secure tight have ever had.

  "GOODNESS MY GOD! You are so huge!" Marie screamed.

  She resembled an animal kicking up against me, my cock covered balls deep in her. Marie keeps me there and works her pussy in circles with my cock enclosed in her opening, I am hardly moving and I need to state this is the best sex I have ever had.

  "OHHHHH I am coming...COMING! Remain FUCKING STILL!!" Marie is possessed, and I am watching as she slams herself harder against me. It is practically agonizing for me she is driving against me so hard. She tears her shirt directly down to her belly button and pulls her bra up uncovering the prettiest little tits with astounding long thick nipples. She is pulling on them and smashing her pussy onto my cock. I am holding her by the stomach and all of a sudden, she straightens. Her ass is a full foot off the bed and each muscle in her body seizes.

  "Fuck me!" she shouts at the top of her lungs. Her shouts are so boisterous, I am starting to stress over the neighbors hearing! Then just as abruptly she goes limp and her body apparently pours back onto the bed. My cock still as hard as it was, hauls out with a plopping noise. Her body is shaking, and she is groaning something I can't make out.

  Her fits start to die down and I am looking at this beautiful body flickering with sweat, her long dark colored hair is a tangled mess. I am stroking my cock and I feel my balls straining. My discharge is seconds away "Marie I going to shoot my heap. Where might you like it?"

  Marie bounces up and positions herself before me doggie style and looks behind her, "You can put it wherever you need Daddy." she says with a grin. Marie has never called me daddy and I am shocked. It is more dirty now and I know her calling me daddy simply made this more fun!

  I pull her back toward me and skewer her tight pussy, it takes close to three thrusts before I am shooting the greatest load I could. Now, I am the one with the spasms! I don't know if I made any sounds however my knees clasp as my softening cock slips from her smooth cum coated pussy. I am on my knees and my view is hindered by her cunt dribbling and her tight beautiful rosebud. I feebly get up and run my tongue up and down her cum coated lips, pull her up and slide my cum into her mouth.

  "MMMM," she murmured "I am going to visit a lot more during the summer," Marie says as she keeps on scooping the cum from her pussy and rub it on my lips before kissing and drawing back off.

  "Marie we should be careful. If your mother discovers us, we are both dead!"

  "Try not to stress over her." Marie says apathetically.

  "I am not kidding Marie!"

  "So am I daddy. I won't tell, and she won't ever find out, she is so distant." Marie says.

  "She is distracted a great deal by work these days however she isn't stupid Marie"

  "Okay...okay I will be careful daddy!"

  "You can't call me daddy before your mother either," I chasten.

  "No daddy that is your name just when we are naked!" She says chuckling.

  All of a sudden, we hear the garage door open Marie rapidly gathers her things and runs for her room as she enters the corridor, she stops shaking her naked little ass at me she says, "I will see you later DADDY!"

  I laugh and shake my head. I go to the shower and clean the sex away.

  Chapter One

  My father wedded Dean's mother when I was nine years of age and he was twelve. Dean had never met his real father. My folks had wised up lastly and separated following six hostile long stretches of "remaining together for the children" – "children" meaning my younger sister, Mikayla, and me. As indicated by my mother, things among her and my father soured around the time Mikayla was conceived. Obviously, that's when the sex stopped, the cheating began, and the communica
tion between them became discontinuous at best. My father started cheating on my mother with Dean's mother, Krissy. From what I can gather, my mother thought about the issue and then more-less tolerated it out of an apparent absence of other alternatives.

  Naturally, when I was mature enough to comprehend what daddy was doing despite mother's good faith, I immediately built up a hate for Krissy. My whole youth was spent attempting to make her life a horrendous experience. I blamed Krissy for my folks' divorce. At the time, I didn't comprehend that things between my mother and father would've never worked out in any case, and that they could've saved Mikayla and me a ton of grief if they'd abandoned the marriage much sooner.

  When I was mature enough to understand that my father's issue with Krissy wasn't the reason for my folks' separation, yet a mere side-effect of their marital issues, the harm had been finished. Father had remarried to Krissy, thereby exposing her to quite a long while of my every-other weekend hate. The enmity between us had developed to such a great amount after some time that the initial reason for it such a long time ago been ignored. In my brain, there were a million and one reasons Krissy was an awful individual, including the way that I considered her to be a gold-digging plastic whore who declined to work, treated my father like trash (and no doubt cheated on him), and was just with him for his cash.