What's a Limnophile ? - Sex Stories

What's a Limnophile ?

... not her words. I helped her get up and hobble back to the lodge. We sat near a big fireplace, and I slowly took off her boot and sock. She smiled, as I held her foot gently. I carefully felt her ankle and moved it around a little. It didn't seem anything was broken, but it was swelling a bit.

I pointed to the first aid kit on the wall and mimed making a phone call. She understood, and thought a moment, then shook her head. I carefully massaged her foot, then took her other boot off, played with her toes, and kneaded both feet at the same time. She moaned with pleasure and smiled. I playfully kissed the tops of her feet.

She said something to an elderly gentleman, and with a very strong accent, he translated to me. "Say she want bath. Help with tub."

"Thank you, sir!"

I smiled, looking into her eyes, as she smiled back at me. I helped her up to my room and kissed her lips as she sat on the bed. She shyly looked away and blushed for several seconds, then kissed me back. We finally exchanged names as we undressed, hers was "Inga".

I helped her to the bathroom. She had a few small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes but was still beautiful. I thought she was about five years older than I was, but I didn't mind. She had a bit of a belly, and very large breasts, even larger than Melissa's!

I moved to help her into the tub, but she motioned for me to get in first. I took a condom from my pocket, but she pushed it away. I climbed in the water, which was almost too ...

... hot.

She sat in my lap, and we had tub sex until both of us came twice, before the water started getting uncomfortably cool. She bounced in my lap, splashing soapy water all over. I'd had many girls who were tighter, but it still felt great, fucking and squirting into her, as I played with her huge tits in the tub.

I had an idea and wanted to make sure of her language skills first. I smiled calmly, as I said, "The wall is on fire." She calmly said something I didn't understand and kissed my chin.

Again, I smiled, saying, "A dog is shitting on the bed." She kept smiling and played with my hair.

The next time we made love, I called her "Mommy", and told her how much I loved my Mommy, and loved fucking my Mommy. My actual mother never did anything sexual with me, but I had a tremendously exciting time loving and fucking my pretend mother.

Since she had no idea what I was saying, I let my darkest fantasy out. "So good, Mommy! Yes, Mommy! Make a baby Mommy! Make me a sister so I can love her too! Make a sister for me, and help me love her, so she can make a baby with me too! Help me fuck my sister, Mommy!"

I imagined my mother guiding my cock into a younger version of herself, as the two of them kissed. It set off my arousal like nothing ever had before. I replayed the fantasy in my head each time we fucked, until Inga left. Each time, the Mom and sister fantasy drove me to three or even four climaxes inside her, before I softened and needed to rest. Most of the ...