Desire - Sex Stories

Desire

... pussy-juices! Why wouldn't dad let me suck his big dick! Why wasn't I allowed to bury my aching cock inside mom's wet cunt! I'd been fantasizing about the possibilities for years now. Mom sucking me off, while I'm swallowing dad's cum. Dad sucking me, while I am slurping mom's pussy. Watching mom suck dad, while I am fucking her. Getting fucked by dad, while mom is sucking me......... My days and nights were filled with torturous images of me and mom, or all three of us together. And Tania just waltzed in and got to have all the fun. Life SUCKED! Auntie Renate staying with us for a while. She and her husband probably had another fight. She worked as a secretary and during the week always looked sexy. Makeup, blouse, skirt, nylons, heels. As if I wasn't frustrated enough already. She had the bedroom opposite my sister's. In the afternoons I rushed home from school, and quickly finished my homework. Then - before Aunt Renate came home from work, I hid in sis's room, closed the drapes, and left the door open just a crack. While I waited, I imagined scenarios like - her underneath her bosses desk, giving him a blow-job. By the time, she came upstairs, I was already hard, but I never started stroking, until the show began. Aunt Renate always had the same routine. She went into her room, leaving the door open. She dropped her handbag and took off her jacket, if she was wearing one. Next, she took her shoes off. I think that was my favourite part. She wore these strappy high ...

... heels, placed one foot at a time on the chair, undid the straps, lets the shoes drop and gave her feet a little rub. Next, she took off her blouse. Sometimes, she left her bra on, sometimes she took it off, giving me a nice view of her breasts. They weren't very big, but a nice, perky shape. Next, she wriggled out of her skirt. She wore these tiny panties, and I loved it best, when she had her back to me, because she had a very nice ass. (Not as nice as Tania's though....*sigh*). She always wore straps and nylon stockings, so took them off next, using the chair again. Sometimes, she remained standing, and I loved looking at her breasts and the shape of her butt. Sometimes she sat down, raised one leg at a time, and slid her nylons off that way. That was usually when I couldn't hold it anymore and came into the wad of tissues I'd been holding ready. Often, that was the end of the show, as she'd put on some sweat-pants and a jumper (*ugh*). Sometimes though, she'd take her panties off as well (I would sniff them later). She'd walk around naked for a bit - doing whatever - and I got to look at her tidy little bush. If I had already cum, that just made me hard again. A few times, I was really lucky - she'd bend down to pick up her discarded clothes - and, if the angle was just right - I'd get a glimpse of her cunt.......... All of which ended, the day she must have heard a noise. She stopped what she was doing and stared at my door. I tried to quietly sidle behind the door, but the ...