1. Younger S*ster by loyalsock


    Date: 4/29/2017, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster

    It was a surprise, to say the least. My mom, nearly 40, was having another baby. Even more frustrating, it was her 4th husband. So, at 19 years old, I had a new, baby s****r. I did not really think much about it on a daily basis, I was off to college, so out of sight, out of mind. I did help around with the new baby s****r when I was home. And it was actually very fun. I even had people tell me what a great daughter I had when we were out on occasion. I gave up explaining it was my baby s****r, and let it ride. Over the years, I never really thought about it much. During summers off from college, I had to babysit often during the morning hours when my mom opened our little small town cafe. After college, I got married, and started my own life. My mom and her new husband raised Cathy. She was neither athletic, brainy, or college bound. She lived at home until her early twenties, married, and started her life, having three daughters starting at 24. Mom died years ago. Her dad came to live with my s****r and her f****y. He died several months back. All of a sudden, I have become a primary f***e in her life. While her husband has been good to her, she has not had an easy life. Recently, my business sold, and years ago as I had set aside a small equity position for each of my siblings, she now has tremendous wealth set up as a trust for her and the f****y. Our relationship has changed drastically. I now see her often. She is rather a big woman, standing 5'10&#034 tall, a BBW ...
    ... that typically would not interest me in the slightest. But with age changing sex patterns in my wife, a hug from my bit titted s****r sent shock waves thru my manhood. As she pressed to me, I could feel her tits mashed firmly too my body. And as I leaned to hug her firmly, I playfully nipped at the skin on the nape of her neck. I literally felt her melt to my body, pressed against me firmly. My hips arched slightly to her, and she pressed back. My cock hardened quickly. Surprised, I stepped back, our eyes locking. Nothing was said, a quick inhale of breath said volumes. I glanced around, nobody else observed our looks, our response to the hug. I became obsessed. I wanted to feel sexual again. I wanted to feel lust again. Was it in my mind? Had she felt the same way? When ever I would see her, I longed to take her aside, hug her again, press my body to hers. Our touches became longer, our bodies brushed more often, everything seemed moving in slow motion toward a sexual encounter. I started having fantasies, having her quickly, taking her hard, trying to imagine a BBW, trying to visualize my cock in her mouth, her lips locked softly around a slick, saliva covered shaft, her eyes locked to mine. I masturbated almost daily, cumming so sweetly to her face, her cunt, he tits wrapped around my rigid cock. I could picture each act, each thrust, each orgasm easily. Being a touchy person gave way to more and more opportunity to let my fingers linger on her neck, more chance for hands on ...
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