I Suppose we have all done things we are not proud of, I like to call up of myself as a gentleman, always accept no for an answer, never force myself on a woman. But I have let myself down on occasion.

It was about 1988, I was serving in the royal stag navy blue, we had been a farseeing prison term at sea and looking forward to a break in Toronto, Canada. After a long slog up the Great St Lawrence Seaway we tied up alongside this beautiful urban center, the aisle went down and we were off like a crowd of randy alley cats.

To my surprised delight I scored in the first bar, a lovely local lass with titmouse bigger than our torpedo and stage as long as our masts. About the merely fracture I could observe was she had no car, but no matter. She took me down to a beach, a real beach even though we were a long way from the sea. We spent half the Nox fucking up a storm, she was inexperienced but enthusiastic as hell, her sidesplitter and yelps bringing laughs from other couples nearby in the dark.

We took a taxicab back to her place where I was very put out to be kissed and said goodnight too, I had assumed the main event was yet to add up. Sulking I went back to my ship and an uncomfortable, narrow down bunk instead of a decent bed and a naked Canuck to diddle with.

The next aurora I got a call from her on the switchboard, she wanted to meet up, I truthfully told her I was stuck on board all day, in charge of opening the ship up to local visitor, and lied and said I could not make it that night, I intended to find soul up for an all nighter. By all accounts none of the crew had failed to score, the Toronto girls were very, very welcoming.

About midday this apparition came up the gangway with the steady stream of civilians coming to take in the tour. The goddess was wearing what I later learned was a Blue Jay Cheer Leader rig that left demesne of bare leg glowing in the sun and the T shirt practically screamed the girl had no bra on under it.

She had the gob smacked attention of every man diddly-squat sailor but she ignored them and came up to me and hugged me, sending my fund through the ceiling and only then did I agnize her for the little girl on the beach.

As we said our hellos an Old adult female came up to us and snapped"Lisa, halt making a spectacle of yourself !"

Lisa sulkily introduced Maria, her mother. Mom was a hottie too, if I had not scored her daughter she would have been in my sites, she was a more mature reading of her leggie, busty daughter.

A brief row broke out, Lisa accusing her mother of spying on her. I broke it up by offering them a personal go of the ship. There are a lot of what we call fellow traveler ways on a ship, but civilians call ravel and as was the custom I helped the ladies up each one, standing below in case they slipped. Hey, it's a shit job, but the British straw hat is up for it !

Lisa's tiny pleat dame could not even begin to hide out the matching blueness thong that her bum was hugging to expiry and the passel of it and the memory of her warm wet pussy porta to me on the beach soon had me limping with a raging hard on. Mom was not helping, Maria had a jean mini skirt on that kept riding up and showing delicate lacy panties, I was having fuss breathing. Had I only been escorting one of them we would have broken the tour route to call into my bunk outer space where I would have demonstrated how to swing over up into the bunkum.

As it was I regretfully took them back to the gangway. Lisa kissed me long and deep and whisper if I could get free she would be waiting in the Sami bar tonight. She skipped off but mom hung around and gave me the third degree, what were my intentions, was I with her stopping point night, why was she home so former. I seemed to be allying her awe with my smooth lies when she suddenly asked."How old are you ?"

I blinked, I had never been asked that before, they usually hit you with `` Are you married ? ''."XXX five."

She looked like I had just punched her."I am the Lapplander !"She gasped. Given her outrage I was glad I had not told her the accuracy, I was thirty eight.

"Well that is a coincidence !"I said brightly, she seemed to be handing my lines, but I was spoken for it seemed.

"thirty-five !"She repeated."Do you think it is appropriate you are hanging around with a fifteen year old girl ?"

I saw he wince in tangible painfulness as I grabbed her arm by the bicep and forced her into the vestige of towed regalia, out of sight of gawkers.

"Ow, you hurt me !"When stressed she had a definite French accent.

"15 ?"I hissed furiously."She can not be xv !"

"Yes yes !"Maria insisted."My leetle young woman, she is only fifteen, you are older than her don, curse him !"

I tried to compose myself, it was a incubus, I would get chucked in prison here and then drummed out of the United States Navy, if they ever let me out animated.

"You must not see her again,"Maria wined, trying to get out of my grip."She is lovely girl, I know, but it is not right."

My mind was racing, all very well dumping Lisa, but suppose she decided to get retaliation on me ?"You will give to severalise her she can not see me,"I said, let her be mad at mom."And differentiate her you have spoken to the Captain, that you do not want a sailor seeing your girl, secern her that !"

"Yes yes !"She managed to break unblock with a mewl of pain, rubbed her arm, bruised from my finger. It might have all ended there, skillful and passive, but she added."I will do anything you want !"

My grand stand views up her skirt flashed back at me, my hand went back on her, but gently this prison term, at her breast, my thumb found the nub of nipple beneath the soft fabric of her blouse, traced the lace of her bra. She stared down at my hand, did not cry or run or even flinch.

"Your daughter is lovely,"I breathed."I know I should not see her, but I have been at sea so long."

"I understand,"he voice shook."But not her,"she licked her back talk, looked right in my eyes."But not her, please !"

"Then who ?"I breathed, my other script rested on the silk smooth peel of her thigh, slid up her skirt to cup one soft bum buttock dressed with lace. I moved my facial expression close to hers, she variety of scrunched up her typeface but did not turn it, I pressed my brim to hers, they were pixilated, unresponsive, I waited, touching them with the tip of my tongue, slowly caressing her breast and bum. Her lips parted slightly and very briefly her natural language tapped mine, then she firmly pushed me away."I need somebody tonight,"I told her softly.

I had pushed her cover against the big drum of the transmission line feed, she straightened up, standing a little unfirm on her invertebrate foot which she looked down at, not meeting my eyes."You can see me tonight,"she paused."If you must, only hope not my Lisa."

"I promise,"I agreed."What is your address ?"

I passed the rest of the day in a dream state, when we done I showered and changed, jogged off the ship to flag a cab, on the combat of paper with her address she had written 6pm and underlined it twice.

The taxi took me to a quiet suburb with colonial houses that had been converted to apartment. Checking the telephone number I buzzed flat 3, then again after a long pause. There was no reply, I checked my watch, bank on 18:00, irritated I pressed and held the buzzer.



"Oui ?"A nervous spokesperson squeaked from the speaker.

"Ici Michelle !"I retorted. There was another long intermission. I was not put out, this was not my low gear rodeo as they say on this side of the pond, people characterise sr. cleaning woman as confident, self-confident, but I knew from experience it was often the exact opposite, widows and divorce that had been off the market place for a long time made intemperate work of getting back out there.

Finally she realised I was not going and the door chunked, I pushed it open and vaulted up the steps, in a high up DoS of inflammation.

The monotonous room access was locked, I knocked loudly, she would not need the neighbour getting interested.

Sure enough a mountain range rattled and the door popped open, Maria peered out, looking anxiously up and down to see if anyone was watching, she seemed a lot minor without her bounder and was nervously clutching a thickheaded bathrobe about her that did nothing for her, she looked at to the lowest degree ten years older than me rather than three younger.

"You came !"She whispered, accusingly, as if our deal had been I would not.

"Lisa is waiting if you prefer ?"I said.

Maria glared at me, shuffled her bare understructure."I have spoken to her, she will not see you now ! She will be safe."

In the bar near the wharfage I had found her in, with three hundred horny matelots on the prowl ? I doubted that.

"okeh, I will say hi if I see her, au-revoir brothel keeper !"I turned to go out.

"Wait !"I was going nowhere."You are bad man,"Maria whispered, which hurt me, it was true, but still…"You should be ashamed, to use a mother's love against her !"

I reached and flipped open the knotted knock of her bathing tub robe, it fell open, exposing her naked golden peel and the broadest nipple sunrise I had ever seen, like discus. She gasped and pulled the robe back shut.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, physically pushed her back in the doorway, heeled it shut behind me, she glanced over my shoulder as if debating making a run for it. My hands gripped the fold of her robe at the shoulder joint, pushed it down to her waist and wrists, imprisoning her weaponry, fascinated I stroked the nipples, traced the chocolate-brown Mexican valium that took up so much of the firm breasts, she breathed shudderingly and her nipples reacted, firming up, the Robert Brown area crinkled and became more big.

"admit it off,"I told her.

Her hands made a duet of doubtful moves to the knot, stopped each time, then with a resign jerk the international nautical mile was gone, the robe flopped down to her invertebrate foot. I put my arms around her, her nous came to my dresser, my deal in her hair found a big clip thing which I tugged free, stroked down her lightly brown hair to a glowing fan at her back. She was breathing hard, shaking, I let her calm a minuscule then said."Take us to your bedroom."

That was me being as honest as I could be given my heightened state, if she refused I would leave, no more games, take my chances down townsfolk Toronto.

Her head stayed at my chest for a long hour, then she pulled back, her small script found one of my shovelful sized hands and timidly she led the way, walking nude person into her bedroom, taking me with her.

The way had a window, firmly curtained shut, a double bed, made up novel, iron out tabloid, two pristine pillow showcase each side of meat. I just knew it had been made up for me.

She stood uncertainly, my first base instinct was to push her onto the bed, go to make for on her with my mouth and hands, loosen her up, get her into the humour. But I was getting such a kick from her nervous indecision, from this sensory faculty of magnate over her, I wanted to milk it.

I undressed without ceremony, exposing my 7"rampant cock, pointing eagerly up at her, she looked down at it as if it were a fanatic dog. I took it in my helping hand, brandished it."Your daughter was going to get this tonight,"I said cruelly."Now I am going to shew you what she is missing !"

I stepped up to her, she stepped back, her legs hit the incline of the bed and she automatically sat down. I straddled her legs, standing up, took a firm handful of her hair with my absolve hired hand and guided my prick to her backtalk with the early.

She mumbled a shriek of protestation as she realised what I intended, jerked her face aside, mouth pressed tight together. I let it go, flex my stifle, placed my SOB between her breasts, let go of it and gathered her haircloth with both hands, stopped her from pulling back as I socked right up to her, my slit burying deep in her cleavage, the top of my thigh pressing against those huge nipples. She could preserve her head turned all night if she wanted, this was find with me. I rocked my coxa and knees gently, pacing myself, my motherfucker pistoned up and down between her knocker, it was a warm Night and soon a light coating of perspiration formed between us, making the movement silky and delicious, I moaned in appreciation, she kept her head turned, her mouth and optic screwed sozzled shut.

When she stopped trying to pull back I eased my traveling bag on her hairsbreadth, combed it around with my fingers to work a little blanket over her breasts, hiding my shaft as it worked beneath."You are going to get a tinder shampoo,"I promised her."Going to shoot all in your hair and rub it in."

"No !"She opened her centre and mouth suddenly."No please ! I have just washed it !"

I laughed in delectation."S'okey, I will help you wash it again !"

"No time !"She wailed."I go at seven, I have to go to my work."

I paused my movement, all-fired angry. One hour ? That was all she was giving me ?"7 ?"I hissed in fury."I will piss in your haircloth as well, how will you like that ? One hour is all your Lisa is Worth, all I am deserving ?"

Her eyes looked scare away but she was determined."Not my hairsbreadth !"

For solution I took her Kuki-Chin, turned her facial expression to me and pulled her jaw down, for a moment she clamped her mouth shut again, then with a resigned suspiration let her mouth fall open.

She made no motion to serve and my tip scraped against her motionless teeth, I hissed at the needlelike pain, then got deeper into her sassing and her tooth raked the tegument of my shaft with pleasant firmness. I groaned in deep pleasure, hugging her headspring, sliding up into her until she started to bite in panic and heave a lilliputian in her pectus, I pulled back a short until she calmed, then nudged back and Forth River, just an inch each way, she made creature, pharyngeal consonant oink and her deal reached up, pushed mine off her psyche, I let her do it, but ready to seize her again, when free she pulled back slightly and took a rich breath through her olfactory organ, one pocket-size paw tightly gripped the base of my prick, the other reached under and lightly grabbed my balls, but her nails gave a distich of warning twitching, I got the message, no shoving.

Her mouth went down my incision with a wet slurp, then up all the way, popping out, she breathed again and then spat various times on my shaft before descending on it with her oral cavity, working it fast, up and down, adding to the lubrication by swirling her tongue about the tip, then flattening it to swallow my shaft to the edge of her throat.

She was too proficient, too fast, I could not live on like this, I tried to slow her down feather but her nails twitched at my clump when I tried to get a grip on her hair. Helplessly I had to let her imbibe me to an explosion but at the last possible second she stopped, pulled her mouth off me and the handwriting at the base of my prick tightened like a frailty, cutting off circulation to my prick and slowly forcing back the rising explosion. She very slowly wanked me, looking from my eye to my shaft, her expression one of absorption. Once the menace of coming had faded she sensed it and skewer on my prick again, slowly worked the moisture over the beam of light, then spat again and again until she had lined it with her slightly greasy saliva,

She then firmly forced me to get a dance step back, stood up, turned her back to me, knelt across the bed, dropping her head down she pulled a pillow under it and shoved her bum right up into the air. I started to kneel, intending to lick the inviting burrow she had presented for me, but she murmured"non, entre !"

I stepped back up to the bed, she wiggled her raised tail back toward me, I took her pelvic arch in my custody and slipped into the deliciously receive depths of her twat. Muscles clenched at me, I pushed in smoothly, lubricated by her spittle, until my thigh pressed against the back of hers.

My cocksucker was in a heaven of undulating brawniness and firm ridge, as I slid in and out of her it was like sliding into a velvet thermionic vacuum tube surrounded by wits, her slit slurped as my move drew down her succus, they flowed over and between us and popped and squabble trivial spirt out of her as I fucked her trench and hard. Her hindquarters dropped down onto the bed with a long moan from her, I scrambled up onto her, my whoreson still in her, straddling her ramification, by hands on her back, pushing with all my specialty, the bed yielding then bouncing back up, generating a deep"Unh !"from her each time.

The tidal wave she had conquered came rushing back, up my second joint and into my stomach, then spiralling through my prick and I collapsed down on her, her boldness turned to mine and we stared at each other as the flood burst out of my and into her with long wet blasts that drew shudders out of me, I swear I saw her give a secret little smile, as if she had got one over me and not the other way around.

She gave me about a minute then wriggled out from under me, I was a dead weight unit, drained and exhausted, my region erect prick came out with an audible plop and a low outpouring rushed out of her, staining the continental quilt with bright wetness.

Tsking to herself she tucked her hair into a shower bonnet, stepped out and I heard the kick of a shower, then she was back, dressing nightgown on, cap gone, like nothing had happened since I arrived at her door. She opened drawers and a closet, dressed with economic bowel movement, not like a girlfriend at all, aware of you watching, more like your mother. She put on a sassy dark dame and blazer, a plain blouse and low bounder, added a few dab of make up and was ready.

"Allors, vite !"

I laughed hollowly."I am going nowhere yet, love, you have drained me !"

She glanced at her scout, tsked again, looked me over with a critical eye, I doubted I cut much of a heroic design, sprawled in my own cum. She pointed to the door, made a turning gesture."Lock it, when you leave !"

I nodded, heard her let herself out, then nothing.

When I woke the apartment was in darkness, I managed to find out the hallway light and then the bread and butter room, there were soft drinks in the electric refrigerator in the lilliputian kitchen, I helped myself to coke and tope if naked, sprawled on the couch, replaying the evening with a proud smiling.

So just then there is a sort of scrabble of a key a pause then the flat door is pushed afford, Lisa, looking at the key in her hand and the door in puzzlement, then she saw me.

Apparently Canadians are okay with finding naked men in their lounge, she slipped the threshold too, walked in and got herself a coke."You got my message, I see !"She cracked the can, leaned on the breakfast bar to stare at me, rather hungrily I thought, also a bit vaguely, she had obviously been drinking something severely than coke.

I sat up, trying to look cool with being nude, if I went to get my dress she could not help but see me go to her female parent's elbow room for them.



"How did you get in ?"Frown."Please enjoin me my mother was not here !"

"Door was unlocked,"I lied.

"She is hopeless, well you have made yourself at home, haven't you ?"She was still in the sunniness loss leader getup and the flight simulator strolled across to set her down on the sofa next to me.

"I am sorry, I just…"

"Do I look like I mind ?"she crooned, her free hand slid to my crotch and gave my semifinal rigid prick a slight shingle, how do you do ? I was trapped, and I really needed an escapism, because trailer truck was starting to turn into hard."I did not really ask to see you,"Lisa chattered on, examining her handcraft."She told me she warned you off."She took a long punch of coke, and before I could respond dodge and took me into her mouth, surrounding my prick head with freeze, sparkling fluid.

"hell on earth fire !"I gasped and dragged her school principal up, she dribbled coke on me and looked hurt.

"Don't you like it ?"

"Of course I like it !"I exploded."But I do not want to get the next one from some nonce in the pedo wing !"

She mouthed my words, then blinked."Pedo ?"

"You are fifteen, your female parent told me !"

She pulled away, sitting back against the arm of the sofa, looking at me."I am 15 and xiv months,"she said slowly."But if you believed her why are you here ?"

"I…"I got the maths. That kick !"I did not desire to just not see you again."

"It is a poor fish convention,"she declared, how can it be illegal once side of midnight and ticket the early ?"

"Try telling it to the judge,"I muttered.

Her expression suddenly brightened and she leapt up, grabbed a pic off a shelf, brandished it at me."I see ! Clever you !"

Clever me, the photo was of a gang of fille in their proficient, Lisa in the centre, in the back, a streamer."well-chosen sixteenth part Lisa !"

She put the photo back, toes off her trainers, sat back down and put her legs over mine, her toes caught and massaged my dick, expertly I thought."Now where were we ?"

piece of ass your female parent, I thought silently."When does your mother get back ?"I asked aloud.

Lisa's middle narrowed."If you are hoping for a mother daughter threesome you are out of luck, sailor !"She warned.

I slipped a script up her pleated mini skirt, hooked a finger into her thong and pulled it toward me, she lifted up her bum to accommodate me."Oh I don't think I would survive you both,"I said aloud and added `` together '' silently.

Lisa kicked away the G-string, I finger tips stroked the trimmed fluff of her pussy."I saw you looking up my mother's skirt, your begrime asshole !"She gasped as I slid a finger over the lips of her vagina.

"I was looking up yours too,"I pointed out reasonably.

"Did you get a good eyeful ?"

"Not as good as I am now."

She caught my hand, pressed it gruelling to her pussy, trying to get me to slip into her, I resisted."I meant of my mother's cunt !"

I thought of Maria on her hands and knees, on the bed, showing me all."Oh yes, I saw pretty very much everything."

She was panting now, scrabbling at my teasing fingers."Which one did you like the sound ?"

I took a leg in each hand, twisted her over onto her strawman, pushed her knees under her and flipped the skirt out of the way, getting the same sumptuous stall sentiment of her kitty, she rested on her elbows, the can fallen unnoticed to the floor, I sucked my prow and eye digit, slid them up her pussy. Her head snapped back and she bared her teeth."Well ?"She hissed.

I worked my moist fingerbreadth into her."I need to give it more than conceive,"I replied, shifting onto my knee.

"Oh God !"she wailed as I pulled my fingers hard out.

"Bet your mummy would love it like this !"I hissed into her ear, she snarled wordlessly and I went in surd, all the way, her resisting twat caught on my diaphysis and she was driven off her articulatio cubiti, her upper body collapsing over the sofa arm, the ease pinned by me, my prick oil production on all the way while she wildly shook her brain, mouth wide, screaming silently.

I was very rough on her, each concentrated thrust sending her flopping to the floor, then pulling her cover by her peg so I could drive in again and again, at some breaker point I timed it incorrect and she catapulted off the sofa, landing full on the floor, but she was up at once, swarming onto me, making me sit up, feet on the storey, she sat over me and with a couple of wince got me inside her, began to gyrate, her tits deliciously stroking my chest.

"Tell me Thomas More !"She demanded in a hoarse croak. When I was understood, baffled she hissed in frustration."severalize me about fucking my female parent, severalize me how I do better !"

This was kind of Wyrd, but I am okay with weird, there was little in the way of sanity in her face, just lust and covetousness.

"You are doing better,"I told her."Your mother just lay there and let me do all the work."

Lisa groaned, her eyes rolled, her cunt was gripping me like a couple of pliers."Sir Thomas More ! recite me more !"She gasped.

"Her cunt is squeamish and juicy,"I breathed in her ear."But it is a bit sluttish, not like you, you have a cunt like a steel trap."

"Am I as juicy as her ?"She demanded.

"Let's see !"I got my bridge player under her arms, lifted her up off me with a tearing sensation and put her on her feet, standing on the sofa, my head buried in her burn hot, soaking pussy, I licked deep."Oh God yes, you are much gamy, and you taste wild !"

She bent her knee joint, pushing her crotch harder to my face, I swirled my tongue as deep up her as I could, unable to talk, but it did not check her.

"I want her to look out us, want her to see how a good deal better I am than her, when she gets back, we will tie her up, make her watch me being fucked by you, you will have to arrive at me cry for mercy, can you do that ?"

She was rubbing furiously at herself as I licked her, I could feel her climax rising, heard it in the strain in her articulation."Can you humiliate her ?"She demanded of me."Can you ?"

I pulled my mouth relinquish of her, watched her bringing herself to completion just an column inch away, one of my hand flayed at my mother fucker, the other held her stage, she was jerking so wildly I was afraid she would settle again.

"When I am about to cum in you, I will pull out and shoot it into her hair !"I promised.

"Christ, yes !"She screamed."Show me, show me !"I slipped out from in front of her, turned her to sit her on the sofa, still plunging her finger into herself, I stood up and shot into her silky haircloth, firm, fluid fit of sticky cream cum, plastering her tomentum, dripping down her breasts. Her fingerbreadth stopped with a last fierce jab and she shook all over.

"Oh that is disgusting, stop, please check, how can you do that to me ?"She moaned. I combed my fingers through her fuzz, spreading it,"I hate you, I hate you !"She gasped.

As we showered together a bit later, me carefully washing her haircloth which she seemed to transport in, I voiced my concern."Are you sure she will not be back while two ?"

"positive degree,"she replied dreamily."Later, the cabaret she works in does not shut until two."

I rinsed her carefully then cupped some conditioner."Hope you do not mind me saying, but you have some sort of issue with your mother, don't you ?"

She stiffened, but relaxed as I stroked her hair."She fucked my beau, right here, in the apartment, in the bedroom next to mine, I had to listen to it all, both of them, comparing me to her, how much considerably she was, so much more experienced.."She hugged me suddenly."Don't worry, I know you did not really piece of ass her."I stroked her back."I would vote down you if I thought you had !"

Mike