Incest/Taboo Broken

Once again I was awakened by a pair of dangling breasts in my face. Unlike yesterday, my eyes couldn't look away no matter how much I commanded them to as my mother showed off the valley of her orbs as her threadbare robe opened slightly. However, I did learn from yesterday's mistake, I did not intentionally roll over and expose my morning wood to her eyes. Although, I did notice how my mother's eyes glanced to the right. Was my own mother really yearning to see that? I rightly didn't know. For all I knew she could be hoping not to come face to face with my cock again.

"What time is it?" I yawned as I stretched.

"8:30," Pauline stated as she sank down to my bed. "When did you get this?" she asked, as her fingers traced along the tattoo I got to mimic the ones Sam and Dean have. What can I say, I'm that kind of fan boy. Obviously.

"When I turned eighteen," I said, matter-of-factly. Looking down as her fingers moved along the tattoo just below my collarbone.

"You know Billy used to have tattoos too," Pauline sighed with a mix of emotions. I could tell she did not sleep well last night. It was my hope the ghost of my father was haunting her dreams, or was that just too cruel of me? I rightly didn't know. It was obvious that she didn't know about his suicide. Still, that didn't mean she would be off the hook for the crap she put my life through. Alright, I do understand why she couldn't come home, if what she said was true about Roy threatening to kill Emily if she tried to run again. I mean who does that?! I never knew my mother to lie, well I didn't think she would fuck her father either, but here we are. Nevertheless, if what she said was true, then... I don't know, what could I do really to even check against that? Surely, there wasn't some police report about it, nor were there going to be hospital records about it either.

"Did he now?" I asked, trying to keep my tone passive.

"He did," Pauline nodded. "He had our names on his arms." I watched as she tapped her upper right arm depicting where they were. "Billy always said, they were his lifeline when working at the plant grew too much for him and he wanted to quit. He would roll up his sleeves and stare at our names, knowing that he could keep working there even when he was dealing with his mental problems because he was doing it for us." Why did it feel like she was trying to get me to understand why my father caught her in their bed being fucked by Roy? What her intentions were and what happened afterwards are two different things. Either way, she couldn't turn back time and make the last eighteen years of my life just disappear. "I know I've said it before Jacob, but you have to believe me when I say I was only doing it for us. For my wonderful family, that I..." Pauline looked away as her lower lip trembled. "Forgive me honey, it's just that... with Billy gone, and your anger, warranted as it might be, I don't know if I can go on living knowing I've killed the only real man that I loved," she said, as tears streamed down her eyes as she turned her gaze back to me. Okay, that got my attention, there was no way she was leaving me with Emily.

"Listen, Dad's been gone a long time now, its new to you, not to me," I said, as I sat up. "You got your sister to help you with your grief. Someone's shoulder to cry on should you need it..."

"But baby," I looked down as her hand covered mine, "can't you see it in yourself to hold me just for a bit?" Pauline asked, with those pleading eyes of hers. "I promise it won't take more than a minute... maybe five." I noticed how she was trying not to smile at her own words. I also noted how her eyes peered out and down from the corner of her right eye now that I wasn't laying on my morning wood any longer. Was she really checking out my hard-on? Seems like it, but I couldn't be sure.

In that moment as she abruptly hugged me. I learned two things, one: she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her robe. Two: her nipples were hard as they pressed into my bare chest. I really tried not to notice how she was nuzzling my neck. I awkwardly patted her back to tell her that was long enough.

"Just a little longer... please," Pauline said softly, pleading with me. "I read Mom's first journal last night," she whispered into my ear.

"I see."

"You know she never meant to take her anger out on you, right?" Of course, I knew that. "I'm so sorry you had to deal with something that should have been on me, not you," Pauline said, as her hand gently rubbed my back.

"You're right, it should have been you. It should have been you on the receiving end of grandma's wrath, but you weren't here. You left me on the floor and drove away with Roy," I said coldly, pushing Pauline away. "No matter how much you want to change things you can't. There is no magic wand for you to erase the last eighteen years of my life." Looking into her eyes seeing that she heard every word. Nodding along when she agreed that there was no reverse switch for everything.

"I know baby, I know I can't change the past." I watched as she reached up to take hold of my hands. Lowering them down to her lap, where her thumbs brushed along my knuckles as she held firmly to my hands like she or I would fly away if she didn't. "But if you give me a chance I promise I'll do everything in my power to make up for the years we have missed out on," Pauline said sweetly, as she stared into my eyes.

"Maybe if you tell me the whole truth, then maybe we can do that, yet I know you're holding something back. I don't know what, but if it threatens me or my home then I think it would be best that you leave," I said, watching the shock play along her eyes.

"I promise Jacob, you don't have to worry about anything. There's no way they can know where we are." I felt the slight tremble of her hands.

"Who's they?" I asked, wondering why I saw fear in Pauline's eyes.

"You remember the people I told you about that Roy joined?"

"Yeah, what about them?" I inquired, as I arched an eyebrow. I saw how Pauline bowed her head hiding her fearful eyes from me.

"T-t-they tried to break into the apartment we lived at the day word of Roy's death got out. I knew if they got in Emily and I would be taken over and over again. Not caring if we wanted to or not. Then I knew we would be passed around and used for who knows how long before they tossed us into a ditch somewhere. So the moment they left, once they knew they couldn't get in, we packed what we could into Roy's car and that's where we lived until I got the test back that told me I wasn't a match for Emily. So, I-I turned to the only one left that could help my little girl, you," Pauline said, raising her chin to look at me. "You, my son, you are the only one that can help Emily."

"That remains to be seen," I said, aloofly.

"Please don't talk like that Jacob!" Pauline exclaimed, teary eyed. "I've already lost you, don't make me lose my baby girl too," she begged.

I had nothing, no snide comment, no sarcastic retort, or anything like that. I mean what could I really say to that?! Sorry Mom but she's got to die! Yeah, that would go over real well in the courts.

"Will you pray with me Jacob?" Pauline asked, holding my hands against her chest. Something I was so not expecting given how the back of my hands pressed against the insides of her breasts as she held them in the cleavage of her breasts.

"Pray?!" I asked, confused. I'm not a religious man, I mean if God were real then he wouldn't make a six-year-old suffer like I did.

"Yes," Pauline nodded firmly. I got the feeling she could tell I didn't put much stock in God any longer. "Don't worry I'll pray for the both of us," she said, with a warm smile. "Oh, Heavenly Father," I arched an eyebrow as she closed her eyes...

"Does that even matter? I don't think God, if he's real, really cares if you pray with your eyes closed or not," I said to myself.

"We pray to you to see it in your righteous will that Jacob is a full match for Emily. So that my babies can grow close and we can be a family again. Please help Jacob to see it in his heart to care for his sister. I know I have fallen too far to be a mother to him, yet I hope and pray to you, oh Lord, that you can move his heart just a tiny bit so that he will accept me at least in part as his mother." I noticed how she was peeking out of her right eye before quickly closing it again. "Amen."

"I don't think even a deity can do that," I teased.

"Oh... you never know, he does work in mysterious ways." I didn't fight the eye roll when Pauline said that. "Don't you roll your eyes at the Lord," Pauline hissed as she lightly struck my chest with her hand. I looked down as her hand lingered on my lower stomach before I shot a look at her. "You've grown so... big," she whispered low. She was not, I repeat, was not looking at me, but right at my manhood. I sat there very uncomfortably as my mother stared at my morning wood like she wanted it, and it didn't matter that it was attached to me. Yet instead of doing what I found her doing with Roy, she simply placed a kiss on my forehead as she leaned forward. I had no trouble noting how pointy her nipples had become as her breasts filled my vision. "I'll let you take care of that, then come down for breakfast," Pauline said, yet her eyes told me one thing, while her words said another. This was getting too damn weird I tell you. Shaking my head as Pauline's hips swayed as she walked out of the room, shutting my door behind her.

If you ever hear my sister or aunt, bah whichever, sing, then I apologize in advance. She cannot carry a tune. I sighed gratefully when I finally heard her player stop. I stopped in my tracks as we both decided to step out into the hall at the same time. My semi-aroused cock gave a twitch which perturbed me as Emily held her towel tightly to her chest. Glad my robe hid that part of me.

"Good morning nephew." Emily gave me this coy smirk as she walked by me to her room.

I did try; I swear I did try not to look at Emily. Yet as I walked by her room, the movement of the towel caught my attention as it rose over the lower half of her ass. Quickly looking away, "You will not get hard, you are not getting hard," I muttered to myself, hurrying down the hall I was not going to perv out on my half-sister! I was stopped in my tracks, my eyes just couldn't look away from Pauline's swaying ass as she stirred the eggs she was cooking on the stove as I stood in the doorway to the kitchen. It must be because I'm still half asleep that all this weirdness is happening, it must be!

"Hi baby!" Pauline said with her back to me. "Jacob! Sorry I thought you were Emily. I know you don't want me to call you that." I was perplexed as to why she was blushing. "Yet you'll always be my baby. I made coffee," she said, pointing to the pot, turning back to her task. "You know I do remember when you would hold onto my leg when I used to make supper. It helped me get through the months when I was pregnant with Emily."

"Uh-huh..." I barely kept from scalding my hand as I was blindsided by her hug. "You do not feel her breasts, her shampoo is not filling your nostrils," I said to myself in a mantra.

"All my worries will be put to rest today," Pauline whispered as she hugged me.

I tried not to spit out my hot coffee that was in my mouth as Emily walked into the kitchen. I saw the smirk on her lips as I took a swallow of my hot coffee. I really did try to keep my eyes on her face as her red yoga pants showed off her lower half. Those things should be illegal! And whomever created them taken out back and shot by a firing squad.

"Morning Mom!" Emily said, as she hugged her mother as I made my way to my seat. Trying to make it so that my hard-on wasn't as conspicuous by hiding my lower half beneath the table.

"Set the table honey, Jacob can't always be the one doing it." I heard Pauline say behind me. Did she honestly think she would be staying once her daughter was cured? Not if I had anything to say about it!

It was ten till ten as I sat on the edge of my bed knowing that the forty-five minute drive to her doctor's was going to be mind numbing. The car keys for my Impala jingled as they slid off the surface of the nightstand. My phone beeped once I unplugged it from its charger, no sense of being bored, right?

"Jacob!" I heard Pauline calling for me as she walked up the stairs. "Jacob its time to go." Her voice trailed down the hallway as she approached my door. "Oh?" I turned as she pushed my bedroom door open. Ever since this morning Pauline has been acting rather weirdly around me. Like right at this moment, as I got a sense that she was checking out her own son. How weird is that right?! However, I pondered on why she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her pink t-shirt. I also tried not to notice how good her shorts looked on her. "We don't want to be late," Pauline said bashfully, as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

The 502-cubic-inch big block v8 of my Impala rumbled as we sat in the driveway. Looking over to the spot where Pauline's car once sat. Knowing it was now under the careful hands of Peter's mechanics in town. I didn't know how long it would be until I got my own car back and not shuttling them around. Throwing the gear into reverse as Bill Withers' 'Ain't No Sunshine" came over the speakers. Feeling Pauline's eyes on me as the tires rolled over the crushed shell that lined the driveway. Looking down as Pauline's hand covered mine.

"Get it out baby, get it all out. I knew this wasn't going to be quick. I knew I would have to walk through Hell just to get you to talk to me. Then beyond that just to get you to see me as your mother again. But I'm not going to leave you again, that I promise you," Pauline said, with a stern nod. I opted not to answer as I turned to the right heading towards the freeway.

I sat in the waiting room of Emily's doctor. Sandwiched by Pauline and my half-sister, I don't know why. I mean there were other free chairs around the room that they could sit in. Why did it have to be beside me? Then I felt a tug on my shelve then a hand taking hold of my arm as I looked to my right. Arching an eyebrow as Emily leaned in close to me.

"Make him go away please." I heard her whisper weakly. I looked around and saw this teenager close to Emily's age walking towards us. "Please?!" Her whisper carried her plea.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, other than the little arrogance in his step I didn't see anything wrong with him.

"He's pushy. I just want to wait here with you and Mom," Emily said, her voice had this tint of fear to it. Why? I couldn't say.

"Tonight, 8:00, I'm picking you up." I stared at the boy wondering: does he always do that? I hope not, if he did that it's a wonder if he ever got a date.

"I think not," I said, plainly.

"This doesn't involve you," the boy sneered, "you want to come along too." Okay, I had to admire the balls on the kid. If he only knew who he was dealing with as he looked at Pauline.

"No." Her voice was weak, almost a whisper as Pauline replied.

"It does when it would require them giving you my address, something I'm not about to allow. So, why don't you go back to wherever you came from," I said, in a forceful tone. "They obviously don't want to be around you so..." I gestured for him to leave. I've been in plenty of fights in my life. So I know I can hold my own. You don't live in a small town and them knowing your family secret and not be teased constantly about it. At least the boy had some brains in his head as he turned to walk away.

"Thank you, Jacob," Pauline said, her hand latched onto my left bicep.

"I hate him." I heard Emily mutter taking me by surprise. Okay, there was something going on here that I wasn't aware of as I felt both of them trembling. Wondering if that boy had something to do with what Pauline had told me this morning.

"Emily, Jacob, we're ready for you," the nurse called out standing in the doorway. I felt them both far too close to me as I walked towards the open door. "I take it you found him?" the nurse asked, smiling at Emily completely ignoring me.

"Yes!" Emily had this chipper tone as her hands took hold of my right arm. "I just know my brother is going to save me." I tried not to roll my eyes as Emily swayed against my arm. Although, I had a feeling Fate was going to fuck with me once again.

"I certainly hope it works out for you," the nurse said, leading me to the exam room. "Dr. Shaw will be with you shortly to run a physical and take blood samples, please undress." I turned just as the door was closing and Emily was waving to me through the gap.

Okay, Dr. Shaw was not who I thought he, or in this case she, would be like. Her long, silky, raven hair floated aimlessly as she walked through the door. I could see the warmth in her brown eyes, her makeup was light, yet detailed her beautiful face ever so elegantly. "Good morning Mr. Pinkerton." My mind was held enthralled as she smiled at me.

"Morning," I finally managed to say. I watched how the locket that was attached to the gold chain bounced against her red blouse. The way her white coat sat on her shoulders, made me daydream what it would be like if I was the one taking it off as I kissed along her delicate neck. "Shit!" I cursed to myself as I felt myself hardening. Quickly placing my hands over my manhood as Dr. Shaw had her back to me. "Stop you idiot!" I muttered at my rising erection. Nonetheless, my eyes just couldn't look away from her shapely legs. Shaking the lustful thoughts from my mind as the doctor turned back to me.

"Take a deep breath." I felt the cold metal against my skin as I drew in a large breath and slowly exhaled when she told me to. Repeating the process three more times before she set the device around her neck. Listening to her pen moving across the paper. "Please take the gown off," Dr. Shaw ordered as she took hold of my earlobe, shinning a light into it. The gown rustled as I laid it over my lap hoping that it would hide my growing rod.

I tried not to notice how sweet her perfume smelled as she checked my pulse and listened to my heart. I also tired to keep my hard-on hidden. I didn't want her to think I was a perv, no matter how hot she was.

"What happened here?" Dr. Shaw asked, as she ran her index finger along the scar where I had my appendix removed.

"Had appendicitis when I was eight," I said, truthfully.

She just simply nodded before stepping between my legs. My eyes following after her pen light as she asked me about any other illness I had in the past. Which I told her other than the broken arm I got at ten nothing major had happen since then. I was looking everywhere but her face as her hands tilted up my head as she checked my lymph nodes.

"Please if you would Mr. Pinkerton, stand and drop your underwear," Dr. Shaw ordered as she walked back to the desk and pulling out a pair of gloves. "That's what you were hiding," she chuckled causing me to blush hard as I hid my throbbing cock. "It's quite natural, I'm flattered," Dr. Shaw said, with a hint of a purr as she stepped up to me. "Cough." I saw the mischievousness in her eyes as she checked for a hernia. "Again." I felt her fingers lightly brushing along the base of my root as her hand moved along my public hair. My eyes went wide as she took hold of it. "No windows. No one to interrupt us. I don't see anything happening do you?" she asked, as her hand started to stroke me slowly.

"Nope. Not a damn thing," I muttered as the glide of her hand got faster.

"Tell me Mr. Pinkerton, do you always get aroused for your doctor?" Dr. Shaw said, in a wanton purr.

"Only for the really beautiful ones..." My legs felt like rubber as she toyed with my cock so masterfully. "Do you always do this for your patients?" I stammered out.

"Only for the cute ones that look at me like you did," Dr. Shaw purred lustfully into my ear. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Mmmhmm," I nodded. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I so didn't want anyone knowing that I was getting jerked off by the hot Doctor and ruining it. My hand flew to my mouth as hers engulfed my cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her lips created a suction on my rod like I haven't felt before. Her brown eyes hungered in lust as she sucked on my crown once she drank down my cum.

"Do you understand all of what I have told you Mr. Pinkerton?" Dr. Shaw asked, as she flashed me her bald pussy as she had been detailing everything I could expect during the donation as I got dressed. Well, in truth, it was more like she was flaunting it as she sat in her chair. Not that I was complaining. This has been the most fun I've had at a doctor's office!

"Sort of, but why do we have to do it that way?" I asked, I wasn't too keen on being stabbed in my pelvis even if I would be out of it.

"Well, the infection your sister has can't be cured with the stem cell transfusion." I noted how she quickly pulled down her skirt and kicking her panties beneath the desk. Looking to the door as the same nurse that escorted me to this room silently slipped into the room. I took note of the rubber tourniquet and the four empty blood vials in her hand. "So we'll have to dose her with radiation to kill it and what's left of her healthy bone marrow, then a week later we'll bring you in, harvest your healthy marrow and transplant it that day. Emily will have to stay in the hospital for a month to ensure her body doesn't reject it." She had this smirk on her lips knowing how hard I was and how I was trying to hide it from the nurse as she took my blood. "I do hope that you're a full match for her, it's a long wait on the donor list and her time is short."

"Well, if I ever need a kidney I'll know who to ask," I joked as I held the cotton ball to my arm. My cock twitched as I noted how her muscles moved beneath her skin as she got to her feet pulling out her prescription pad as she did. Watching her scribble something down on it as her flats resounded on the floor. "Please if you have any questions about the donation, or fears about it call me. Also if you haven't heard from me by next Friday with the results then please do reach out to me. It's imperative that we do the transplant as soon as we learn something." I felt the paper as she held my hand. "Any other questions you'd like to ask?" I noted the devious light in her eyes as the nurse wrote something on the labels of the vials.

"How long will I be out of work should it prove that I am a match?" I asked, showing off the outline of my cock once the nurse had her back to us. I smirked as she bit her lip. Two can play at this game. Taking a quick peek at what she wrote, it only made my cock swell. Taking her pad jotting down my number and handing it quickly back to her. I so wasn't about to miss out on what she was offering.

"A few days to a week depending on how fast you recover," Dr. Shaw stated as I watched her fingers moving across the keyboard on her phone as the nurse left the room. Looking down as she sat my chart beside me. "I want to feel you sucking on these," she whispered as she fondled her breasts. A smirk was on my lips as she leaned forward. "I'm such a naughty girl, don't you just wish you could bend me over this table," her hands compressed the padding as she leaned on it, "and slide this hard cock into my wet, hot pussy," Dr. Shaw cooed sensuously, her fingertips playfully teased the tip of my rod.

"Until you begged me to stop," I said, before kissing her.

"For two hours tonight, I'm yours. I hope you don't mind sharing a married woman," Dr. Shaw whispered before leaving me stunned as she walked out of the room.

As I walked into the waiting room I noticed that same boy that Emily didn't want anything to do with hovering over the both of them. Seeing that submissiveness in Pauline's demeanor as she allowed that fuck to grope her without a word.

"See your mom likes it, you'll like it too. I promise I'll be real gent..." I heard enough, roughly clamping my hand on the boys shoulder spinning him around. My knee finding its home between his legs. I noted how my mother's eyes quickly glanced up to me. How Emily's frightened eyes shot to me as she was curled in a ball cowering in the seat. I don't care who you are, even if your Pauline, you don't sexually assault a woman.

"It seems you can't take no for an answer," I growled low, my hand clamped around his windpipe cutting off his air. "If I ever see you near, harassing, or down right look at them for any reason, I will cut your little balls off then feed them to you before I kill you. Do I make myself clear?" I pushed him back onto the floor once he nodded. "Get!" I nodded to the front door. The moment he was out the door, Emily leaped into me. I awkwardly patted her on her back as I felt her trembling against me. "Why didn't you stop him?!" I hissed low.

"Roy beat it into me for eighteen years. Do you know how dirty I feel that I let that happen?" Pauline asked, I got a weird feeling as I looked into her eyes. "That it will happen again if some fool is forceful enough." I rightly didn't know what do about that. I don't think she would want that kind of info out there, namely offering it to me. "Jacob..." I looked down as she took my hold of my hand, "will you help me to get better?"

"Umm... if you want help I'll help you look for a good therapist," I said, offhandedly. Rubbing the back of my head, I so did not like the look on her face. I had an eerie feeling crawling up my back as her eyes took on a mad luster to them.

"Thank you son, for getting that man away from us." I had no idea why Pauline spoke in that kind of voice. If I didn't know any better it had a slight sultry tone to it. "I'm sorry you had to see that." I arched an eyebrow as Pauline moved closer to me. My eyes darted down as she lightly rubbed her breasts against my arm. "I shall try to do better and not let any other man touch me, without your say so." Okay, this just totally got weird! What the hell was going through her damn mind?!

"Thank you b-brother. He reminded me so much like Dad." Emily's voice was muffled as she currently had her face buried in my chest.

"Would you willing have gone with him if I hadn't shown up?" I asked, seeing them both nod weakly. I ask this once again: What the hell did Roy do to them?

"I don't want to go anywhere with anyone, without you," Emily whispered weakly, as she snuggled up to me. This was getting far to damn weird!

"Right." Pushing Emily away, okay, I don't have a problem with eighteen-year-old women pressing up against me, when they aren't my half-sister. "I'm hungry, lunch?"

"There's a Cajon seafood place not far from here if you're in the mood for that," Pauline said, blushing. Turning on my heel, I was at my limit for weird for one day. It didn't take Emily long once we were outside, taking hold of my hand swinging it as she walked beside me. Fighting myself from pinching my nose as Pauline had a smile on her lips at the sight. The Impala shook as the v8 turned over. Emily was resting her chin on her folded arms as her smiling face filled the space between me and Pauline. I ignored the look in Emily's eyes; I so was not going to touch that subject with a ten foot pole. Hearing the exhaust rumble as I eased out of the parking space. A smile touched my lips as Johnny Cash's 'Ghost Riders in the sky' came on, my grandmother loved that song. I wonder if that's her saying hello.

I had committed myself to this as I stood in front of my sink, a few hours ago when Dr. Shaw or Delph as I learned hours ago when she texted me. To know if we were still on for tonight. At first I was ready to back out no matter how hot she was. I don't mess with married women. Too much trouble in my opinion. When she reassured me that her husband would be present I was definitely about to call it off. She forestalled that when she told me that her husband would only be watching, maybe eating the creampie that she will demand. Telling me that her husband had a cuckold fetish, whatever that was, and they only did this when she really had a liking for someone. Lucky me! Also telling me the only time he and I would have any interaction would be when I arrived then he would stay in the bathroom and watch the feed on his laptop. Informing me if this night went really well then they would offer an invitation to be a regular (Like the other two they used), when her husband wanted to play out his fetish. Okay, I did not have a problem with fucking her if her husband was all for it. What guy would when he's offered free sex without all the dating that comes for the act.

My shaving brush swirled within the horn bowl I used to mix the shaving cream I get from a tube. What can I say I like doing it old school. Plus, I get more out of the tube than I do from the cans. That doesn't mean I don't use them when I don't have the time to mix the cream to a lather. Moving the brush along my face in a figure eight motion.

"Some reason you don't knock?" I called out as I heard the door to my bedroom opening.

"Jacob! What... Oh!" Pauline quickly turned her head as my brush hovered over my cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were in here. I just wanted to know if I should make us some dinner now?" I watched her from the mirror. I noticed how she tried to be sly about it, but I caught the look as she peered at me as I stood in my towel.

"You can make the two of you something, I'm going out," I stated as washed out the bowl and brush.

"Y-you have a date?" I heard the surprise in her voice. Why that surprised her I haven't got a clue.

"Something like that," I muttered as I ran my straight razor along the leather strop. A Grand Uncle had taught me how to shave with one without slitting my throat during the process. "You know this isn't a viewing spectacle," I said, once I ran the razer through the stubble of my sideburn. I've always found it funny that they were once called burnsides. My eyes shot to her reflection when I swore I heard her whisper: so manly.

"I-I'll put a plate in the microwave for you so you can have it once you get back... or tomorrow..." I turned to her as she started to ramble.

"You alright?" I've never known her to do that. Arching an eyebrow as she nodded her head vehemently. I was totally not noticing how her nipples were hard. I was not going to go down that rabbit hole to find out why.

"Yes. Thank you, for asking," Pauline said shyly, looking to the floor as her cheeks heated to a light blush. "I'm sorry for not knocking Jacob, it won't happen again."

"Right, well..." I said, gesturing for her to leave.

"Be safe Jacob... and have fun," Pauline said, before quickly leaving my bedroom.

Shaking my head, returning to the task at hand. Hey, if some dude is going to let me fuck his wife, you got to be 'dressed to the nines', am I right? My hands moved along my chest and my sack rubbing the solid cologne I use into my skin. Hey, if she's going to be down there for any length of time, might as well make it as nice as I can. My eyes glanced to the clock noting the time. A smirk raised the corner of my lips knowing I was right on time as I buttoned up one of my best black dress shirts.

"Looking nice nephew." Emily's voice stopped me in my tracks as there was something in her tone that didn't sit well with me. "Such a shame that whomever you are going out with isn't good enough," Emily said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Closing my mouth, I wasn't about to get into it with her. What I do in my private life is my business, not hers. Still though, I just couldn't understand why she was getting an attitude with me.

"Okay, I might regret this, I'll bite. Who is good enough for me?" I asked, with a pointed look.

"Oh, I think you already know." Emily had this smirk on her lips, movement caught my eye causing them to glance down. Quickly looking away as she brushed her thumb along the bottom of her left breast. "Remember that when you think to make another date!" Arching an eyebrow as she slammed her door in my face. Sighing as I shook my head, my keys spun around my finger as I walked down the stairs.

"Please be safe, on and off the road," Pauline said, as she stood at the foot of the stairs. Her eyes darting to my manhood and my face.

"Uh-huh," I waved over my shoulder as I approached the door.

The voice on google maps went off telling me I had arrived. Delph's house was like any other house you find mass produced in a housing community. My Impala definitely was out of place were there was a BMW, or a Mercedes or any other high priced luxury car sitting in the driveways of the houses up and down the street. How I loved the sound of that soft rumble of my exhaust as I pulled into Delph's driveway. I saw Delph step out of the doorway as I was pushed my door closed. My heart leaped into my throat as the waning sunlight played along her black, spaghetti strap, slip dress. My eyes ran up her slender, delicate neck as she was whispering to someone. Her husband I would imagine. Her raven hair was pulled back, her long ponytail brushed along her back as she spoke. Then that alluring smile formed on her lips as she turned her gaze back to me.

"My... you clean up very nice," Delph purred as her eyes ran down my body as I walked up the walk away.

"I aim to please," I said, coyly.

"Nice car." Delph's eyes glanced to her right then back to me. Noting how she softly bit her lip as I felt myself hardening at the memory of what those lips felt like.

"It is, rebuilt it myself," I stated with a smirk hoping she got the subtle hint.

"Are you sure you can handle that kind of horsepower?" Delph asked, in this teasing taunt.

"Like that v8 that's under that hood, I know how to apply the right pressure to make that car purr," I said, sinful.

"Oh?" Delph's eyes had a lustful, hungry look to them and her tongue flicked against her teeth. "Can you handle something more... exotic?" Delph cooed, the tip of her tongue poked slyly at her left cheek.

"Most definitely, although I wonder if we have to rebuild the injectors with all that moisture in them," I said, guilefully. Hoping she enjoyed the innuendo. I noted how her chest had a light blush to it that matched the blush that colored her cheeks.

"No wonder why you like him." I turned my attention towards the unknown speaker. Obviously, the man didn't recognized me, I on the other hand knew who he was. You don't forget the face of your bully, especially the one that caused you to break your arm. Yet I wasn't going to bring it up and I was going to make him watch as I fucked his wife like he could never replicate. "Why don't we head in. Delph has been wanting this all day long," Greg -- the former bully -- said to me with a smile.

"Please, won't you?!" Delph said politely, gesturing for me to enter her home. She had told me beforehand not to be touchy with her when I pulled up. She and her husband wanted to keep up their appearances. Which is why I was a perfect candidate seeing how I don't live in the same town as they do.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Greg asked, politely. I kept my wicked smirk to myself as he waked behind his bar. I was so going to make his wife think of me every time they fuck.

"Water, would hate to have performance issues," I said, shooting Delph a taunting smirk as she closed the front door. My cock swelled as her hips swayed seductively as she sauntered up to me. I so couldn't wait to get between those silky thighs.

"Yes I would hate for that tongue, or this tool to lose its point," Delph purred as her hand cupped my cock. Her tongue darted into my mouth as we passionately kissed. Feeling her pressing her body tighter against mine as my hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress. Smirking inwardly as I felt that she wore no panties. I felt her gasp on my lips as I stared mischievously into her wide eyes as the pad of my middle finger ran lightly along her labia. Her fingers curled around my shirt as she rose to the tips of her toes, feeling how hot and wet her canal was as I slipped that same finger into her little peach.

"Y-you don't mind the cameras do you?" Delph asked, in a quivering voice as I fingered her in front of her own husband.

"As long as they get my good side," I said, with a smirk. "This won't be posted on the web will they?"

"No. This is for our private collection," Greg reassured me as he handed me a bottle of water and his wife a glass of red wine. I made her watch from over her shoulder as I sucked my finger clean as they escorted me further into their home. I looked down as she lifted up the back of her dress showing off her bare ass to me. I really do hope I get that invite. I so want to do things to her that are illegal in my state. I noticed the clutter of toys on the floors of the two rooms that I passed as they led me towards their bedroom.

"Don't worry, they're at my parents spending the night," Delph said sweetly, as she noted how I glanced at the rooms. "We don't want to ruin this night," she said, flashing me a smile as she held her husband's hand. I watched as the two of them shared a kiss. I wasn't about to ruin their marriage just make his wife want my cock whenever they were in bed. Hey, a guy can dream can't he?

"Come along Jacob," Delph purred as her finger beckoned to me as she strode into her bedroom.

My eyes glanced to their bathroom door as it closed. I knew Greg was there to watch and also to protect Delph should someone get too rough. That wasn't my plan, I wanted to taste that pussy as much as I could get away with. My hands rested on her hips as I stood behind her. Her hands rested on my thighs as she leaned against me. Slyly rolling her ass against my bulge as I kissed lightly along her neck.

"Do you know how wet I was after I left the examining room?" Delph panted as my hands began their trek north. "How much I wanted you to fuck me right there?!" Delph released a low whimper as I cradled her 32B breasts. I felt her grip tightening on my thighs as I gently rolled her nipples. She squeezed her ass cheeks as her ass brushed up and down my cock.

"Then how about we fix that, hmm?" I whispered in her ear before spinning her around. I saw the hunger in her eyes as I kissed her softly, allowing it to carry my want through that shared embrace. My fingers slowly pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders. I was hoping Greg was watching as I fondled Delph's breasts. How her fingers were shaking as she unbuttoned my shirt. The way she was panting as I tweaked her nipples. To how vocal she was becoming as I teased that wet mound of hers. The only thing that kept her standing was my firm grip on her ass as I gently rubbed her clit, placing the pad of my finger at her entrance as I felt how her cunt was clenching as she orgasmed. Slipping out of my shoes while her fingers worked feverishly on the buckle of my belt. Okay, I might not have a 'horse' cock like you read about in stories similar to this, or any abnormal sized phallus that you could think of. No. I'm just simply above average. However, I do know how to use what I've been given.

I watched her eyes as I gently laid Delph down onto her bed. Listening to how wet her sex was as our lips smacked. My fingers teasing that little peach as I kissed down her chest. Feeling how her body trembled as I captured her tight, firm peak with my lips. Listening to her increased breathing as my tongue flicked and rolled that hard bud. My nostrils flared as I inhaled the scent of her body as my nose dragged lightly down her stomach. Placing a long kiss on that naked dancefloor. Smiling wickedly as I licked along that throbbing clitoris watching how her back arched.

I wondered how Greg was taking the news of how his wife was writhing on my tongue for the past ten minutes. It was my plan, granted it was hurriedly formed, to make Delph cum half a dozen of times before I even stuck my cock into her. I didn't care if it took an hour to do it. I was determined to make me a very, very fond memory, even if I don't get that invite. Plus, if she complained to her husband that he wasn't eating her correctly, like I was doing at the time, all the more better. What better way to get back at a bully than to show that you were a better lover to his wife than he will ever be. Okay, that might be a tad too cruel, but I don't care. My eyes glanced up as Delph released this loud, glass-shattering moan as I slipped my tongue into her quivering mound.

"Yes! That's it, tongue fuck me and finger my ass!" Delph screamed out as her hands gripped the foot of her bed. I had noticed how her brown eye was remarkably clean. I wondered if Greg ate her ass, not something I was going to do. However, I would honor her request. Feeling her ass tightening around my finger once I had lubed it up with her own juices. I got another two orgasms out of her that way. Its amazing what that woman will do when your two knuckles deep in her ass.

"Please Jacob, fuck me," Delph begged after the final one. I kept the elation from my face at the fact I hit my goal. "I need to feel you inside of me. I want to wrap my pussy around that hard cock." She had this adorable look on her face as I rose between her legs. "Yes, this is the cock I've been hungering for ever since this morning," Delph said, in a lustful voice as she sat up. Her hands glided along my shaft, squeezing my crown getting out every drop of my pre-cum. I glanced at the two cameras that sat at the sides of the bed on tripods and the one at the head of the bed. I knew there was one behind me. I wondered how Greg liked staring at my ass. Peering down as Delph gave me an awkward blow job given her position. I hoped once the night was over Delph would touch herself to this video of us. My thumb brushed along her cheek as she looked up at me. Controlling my trembling legs as her thumbs kneaded the underside of my crown. "Fuck me." She mouthed to which I was honor bound to oblige.

The moment my phallus slid into that wet, warm, welcoming hole; it was unlike any of the other women I'd had relations with. How her mound just molded around my cock as I watched how it glistened in her juices as I fucked her hard on the foot of her bed. Delph is beautiful when she cums especially on one's cock if someone was lucky enough to experience it. And oh, how she squeals when you play with her breasts as you're hilt deep inside of that hot little pussy of hers.

Sweat glistened along my brow as I laid on the bed on my back. My hands held onto her ass as she rode me reverse cowgirl. I wasn't one for anal all that much, yet the sight of my cock disappearing into her starfish was the 9th wonder of the world. I had already dumped a load of my cum into her womb about twenty minutes ago, yet Delph wasn't satisfied with just one, not when she saw my cock getting hard again as we recovered our strength.

"I want you to keep fucking my ass, Jacob. I want to feel that hot load shooting deep in my ass. Greg will love that, won't you baby!" Delph called out looking toward their bathroom. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at that image of my former bully eating out both my creampies. It was making it impossible to do when Greg answered with a: 'Of course.' "Don't you like how my ass looks as it bounces on your cock?" She asked me as she peered over her shoulder.

"Mmmhmm," I grunted as she squeezed her ass around my cock. Trying to spill out my seed before I had my fill of her body.

"Would you like... to keep..." Her hands shot back; her hair piled on top of my stomach as she screamed out as she came from her ass. I didn't learn until after that night that when Delph's fucked in her ass she squirts. Although I am sure the cameras got a shot of it.

"What was that?" I asked, before hammering my cock into that tight hole of hers. Causing her to scream out in bliss, as I took hold of her hips forcing her down to the base of my root.

"Please Jacob, will you please keep fucking me?!" Delph cried out as I shot my second load into her ass.

"I'd love to," I said sweetly, gently caressing her breasts as she rode out her aftershocks. I loved the sight of my cum leaking from both of her holes as she eased off my cock. If my cock wasn't covered in her ass juices I'd so ram it back into that pussy of hers.

"Just think of it Jacob, your cock back deep in this pussy," Delph cooed as she peered over her shoulder at me, rubbing her clit as she knelt on all fours before me. "Fucking me as long as you like, I do hope you can live with just experiencing my body and not my heart."

"Hey, I get to have you, I can live with the rest," I said, watching her sliding off the bed. Fetching the wash cloth I saw Greg place on the dresser when Delph mentioned anal sex.

"I do hope you can," Delph purred as she gazed at me with those satisfied brown eyes as she cleaned my cock. "We haven't been able to do this lately with the kids' busy schedule. So, if you don't hear from me or Greg please don't get discouraged."

"Hey, whatever you want, I'll follow. I can't believe how lucky I got to sleep with a beautiful woman," I said, knowing I was pushing my luck; however, boundaries are ment to be broken. I watched how her face blushed hard. I got the feeling she didn't see herself as such. She really was that beautiful. To this day I will always feel how good her lips felt against mine as she kissed me once I had gotten dressed. As soon as my last shoe slipped on Greg came out of the bathroom. I watched how Delph wiggled her ass at him as she looked at me with her cheek pressing against the bed.

"Greg, I got you a present," Delph cooed as she held her ass cheeks apart. Waving goodbye as she blew me a kiss. I heard her moans as I walked down their stairs showing myself out.

Feeling the weariness flooding my body as I pulled up to my home. So glad I didn't have to be up until seven to leave for work to start my three-day swing shift. I swear she was doing this on purpose as I walked through the door and was met with the flash of Emily's white cotton panties as her t-shirt rose up as she walked down the steps. I was confused as she huffed and turned her nose up at me as she stomped past me to the living room. Looking down as I heard my stomach rumbling.​