Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  The eyes closed again, while both our hands massaged then alternately pinched her nipples. Each little tweak caused Ella to catch her breath. Her cooing got louder as her breathing deepened. As my hands slid from her breasts to her tummy and began to work down her body, her breathing stopped and the world was suspended for a moment. I almost worried that I had gone too far. My fingertips brushed over her belt and descended quickly between her legs, cupping her pussy in a single, smooth movement.

  When I looked down at Ella, her eyes were open, and staring at me in what can only be described as pure animal lust. She let out a little exhale and slowly slid her legs open. My fingers drew little circles on the crotch of her slacks, while hers were still playing with her tits.

  It was a very erotic scene for the both of us.

  It wasn't long, until the dampness of her pussy, began to seep through her slacks. The heat of her wet pussy had migrated quickly to my fingers.

  All of this excitement pushed my cock into action. While not big, I was desperately horny, so my cock was stretching the fabric of my blue jeans to their very limits.

  Ella noticed the bulge, moved one of her hands to my cock, which she vigorously rubbed through the material of my jeans.

  Then, in a move that caught me off guard, Ella shoved my hands out of the way and quickly undid her belt, fly and button, then guided my hands under her pants and underwear directly to her pussy. As I suspected she was wet with anticipation, and my finger slid easily inside her pussy.

  I also found out I was right—Ella was very tight. She had married later in life, and had bore no children, so her pussy was still holding tight in her later stages of life. Her pussy gripped my finger as it slid fully inside her. Ella caught her breath again. "Oh," she said huskily. When my finger slid out, almost out of her cunt, he hand shot down again, holding it in place. "I'll get used to it Gerry, don't stop."

  My fingertip circled around her engorged clit, and then pressed forward deep inside her again. Each stroke and caress brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Each stroke saw her pushing her pelvis into my hand, willing it to finger fuck her deeper and deeper.

  "That feels so good Gerry, don't stop. Mmmmmm."

  Her hands reached for my belt, then my pants, greedily shoving them along with my boxers to the floor. My cock bounced up, anticipating, longing.

  Now, Ella didn't stare at it in awe, because of the mammoth size—we aren't talking about a 13 inch behemoth here. But her hands wrapped around my 7 inches quickly, guiding it to her mouth. It was a very erotic moment, watching this 76 year old aunt inhale my cock.

  She had sucked a cock before that much I knew. Her tongue slid all along my shaft, flicked over my balls, then back up. Somehow, the sight of her opening her mouth to make room for my engorged cock was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Ella did something no one else had done before, she stayed on the helmet, bobbing her head slightly up and down on it, her tongue swirling around the head, then flicking me into ecstasy.

  It took only a few minutes for my balls to tighten, and I knew I was going to cum.

  "Honey, I am close to cumming."

  Ella let my throbbing cock slide from her mouth, kissed the tip, then looked up at me. "So am I."

  With that her mouth opened and she licked a long, hot circle around the head of my cock, and seductively slide it all the way into her mouth. Her hands were cupping my balls, gently squeezing.

  Her legs were opened wide, and I watched as my finger slid faster and faster into her hot box. Her pelvis was pushing forward with each stroke. Her clit was protruding proudly. Each stroke, saw my finger roll over it, causing a shudder to ripple through her body, then it pushed deep back inside her.

  "Oh hon," I said as my orgasm began to take hold, "I am going to cum for you. Oh, baby, here it is." I felt my balls empty, as I shot a long, hot load of cum streaming into her mouth.

  She muffled a small gag, then drank it all down. I watched as the muscles in her throat worked to drink it all in. As my orgasm ebbed away, her began to ramp up. Her pushes onto my finger increased in tempo, and small moans began to creep out of her throat. Ella's hand came up and grabbed the shaft of my cock, pumping it quickly.

  "Yes, Gerry," she heaved. "Oh right there," Ella added, as my finger slid deep inside. "Deeper, deeper," she counted, "faster honey, deeper."

  Suddenly her body tensed, her teeth gritted together and time was suspended for a brief moment. When my fingers pushed back inside her, the gates opened. "Oh my God Gerry, I'm cumming!! There it is for you baby, can you feel that?"

  I certainly could. Her pussy was pulsating, grabbing my finger in neat, easy rhythms. Gently I added my index finger to her pussy and she moaned even loaded.

  "Harder baby, harder. Harder!" Then her hand came over mine, and held it steady inside her pounding pussy. "There hon, that is because of you. Thank you honey, that is amazing."

  "Ella, I liked my orgasm too. I just can't believe we waited this long to play."

  "You wanted to play before?"

  I drew my hand in a small circle, gently rubbing over her clit. Her body shuddered again and she let out an "Oh."

  "I have wanted to, since the first time I saw you without a bra on. I have always been a fan of your nipples honey. I kind of hoped that when I saw your nipples get so hard when I was around, that it was for me."

  "I am glad you noticed. I was excited by your body. I remember that time. You were in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered what was down—there."

  "Now you know."

  "I do. And I am glad I do." Her hand kept working on my cock, and slowly it began to regain some composure and fill with blood. "Gerry, it has been almost 20 years since anyone has made love to me. Will you?"

  "Ella, I would love to."

  I moved down the bed, and settled between her legs. I could feel the tip of my cock slide again her engorged, slick lips.

  Slowly, my hips pushed forward, and the shaft of my cock slide along her pussy. I lifted her legs up and nudged the head of my cock into her hole. It was so tight.

  "Slowly baby," she pleaded with me. "It has been so long for me."

  "I will."

  I placed the helmet into her pussy and let it sit there for a moment. Then slowly pushed forward about an inch, forcing her pussy to accommodate my cock.

  "Oh baby you are filling me up."

  My cock backed out slightly. I could feel the juices cool on the head of my hard-on, then I pushed forward again to the same point. When I put pressure on my hips, my cock slid a little deeper inside her. Ella's hands grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place.

  While I know it wasn't true, she gave me a compliment when she said, "You are too big for me. Go slow hon."

  In about 5 minutes I was only about halfway inside her. But her hips were moving slowly, pushing the head of my cock deeper and deeper inside her wet pussy. I was fucking her slowly, only with one inch pushes, but I knew it was rubbing again her clit and that was driving her into another orgasm.

  "I am going to cum again Gerry. Oh your cock is bringing me off again. It is so big, it is filling up my pussy." Her hands went to my hips guiding my movements. She wanted shorter, faster jabs into her pussy and I responded by giving her what she wanted. Ella's breather shortened and those small moans began to release from her again.

  "Oh my God Gerry, here it is. Here it is again," and I could feel her pussy begin to suckle the shaft of my cock.

  That effervescent movement drew me closer to an orgasm as well and I lost control of my hips. In a heartbeat, we went from short, erotic little pulses, to a long steady movement forward until I was completely in her pussy.

  "Oh Gerry, you are too big. It feels so good to have you in there, but you are so big." But her hands responded to my rocking motion, and soon her orgasm erupted again. "Oh again, it is so hard baby, my orgasm is so hard."

  She looked up at me, "Faster, harder, Gerry fuck me harder."

  We moved together, my balls slapping into
her ass as we screwed on her single bed. The tightness of her pussy pushed me over the edge again, and I thrust hard into her. "Oh baby, here I cum again." With that, I released a second time. It was heaven for me to fill up her pussy with my semen. In a couple of minutes we were both spent. We rested for a few moments, with my cock still inside her pussy.

  I could feel her breathing settle after a couple of minutes. I propped up on my elbows and looked at her. "Well, that was fun wasn't it?"

  She smiled, almost looked embarrassed, and nodded. "It was fun."

  "Am I too heavy? I can get off of you if you like?"

  "No it is fine. I like having that weight on me," she smiled slightly, "and in me." With that, her pussy gave my cock a little squeeze which sent an electric shock throughout my body.

  "I love how you can do that Ella."

  Her hands were running over my body, "I can do so much more than that you know."

  "Oh?"

  She smiled again, "Rest up, we'll keep going soon enough."

  The End.

  Pissed Off

  It was supposed to be her night.

  It was her birthday on Friday, and it was a long hard week at work for Rose. All she asked for was a nice dinner, some dancing, and then to be brought home and tended to. She even made arrangement for the kids to go to her sisters, so he could take the entire weekend to please her.

  Well, like Meatloaf once sang, "don't be sad, two out of three ain't bad!"

  John called in some favors to get a reservation at The Prime, which is one of the hardest places to get into in town. Dinner started with shrimp cocktail, raw oysters and steamed clams, because he knew Rose loved seafood. The martini's were a nice touch too, and Rose started to feel the pressures of the week melt away.

  Rose had twin broiled lobster tails and John had a 20-oz Angus porterhouse for their main courses, and of course, they shared a nice bottle of Merlot while they ate.

  Rose could feel the wetness building in between her legs, as her birthday night was starting just how she had wanted.

  They skipped dessert, since they were both full, and John absolutely despises it when the wait staff comes to the table to sing Happy Birthday, embarrassing the recipient and spoiling the atmosphere of a nice quiet restaurant.

  Next stop, Club Savannah, where their favorite local jazz band was playing. The place was packed, but they didn't mind, since they spent most of the night on the dance floor.

  John felt proud as he could see the eyes of the other men checking out his wife. Even after five years of marriage, Rose had maintained her athletic figure from college. He looked at her as she spun in the new black dress she bought for the evening, and knew he was a very lucky man.

  A swimmer and runner in college, Rose had a very athletic build for a woman. She was 5-foot-8, with broad shoulders and a strong neck, from years of competing in the butterfly, her favorite stroke. She worked hard to regain her thin waistline after the kids, and the little black dress ended about halfway down her thighs, showing off her tight and muscular legs.

  Her breasts were average size, but they were on full display thanks to the plunging neckline of the new dress, and the Victoria's Secret wonder bra pushing them up from below. John always joked that it's called a wonder bra because anyone who knows her would take one look and ask "I wonder where those came from!" And when the light caught her just the right way, he could see the thing he loved the most, which were her extremely large and sensitive nipples.

  John had never seen a woman with such large nipples until he met Rose. They were almost three-quarters of an inch long when erect, and as big around as his little finger. And there seemed to be a direct connection from her nipples to her clitoris, because any time John pinched, pulled or nipped at them, Rose would immediately become wet and randy. He always thought that if he had enough time, he could make her cum from just touching her nipples and nothing else.

  John and Rose always let themselves go wild on the dance floor and tonight was no exception. They let the music move them and they were very good dance partners, anticipating each others movements, as they improvised through the song.

  During one rather fast number, John twirled Rose, her black dress flaring out as she spun, treating everyone on the dance floor to a nice view of her black, silk thong, and the globes of her ample bottom. Even with all her postpartum exercise, Rose still carried a little extra weight back there, but being an ass-man, John didn't mind in the least.

  The band played a slow song next, and John pulled Rose close to him, and sang softly in her ear, as he felt her rock hard nipples drilling into his chest.

  "This is everything I was hoping for and more." Rose whispered back in his ear, "I can't wait to get home to receive the last part of my birthday present."

  John knew she was alluding to the hours of attention she was anticipating to be lavished upon her nipples, cunt and clit, and his cock started to stir thinking about it. He slowly slid his hands down her back, and then up under her dress, and cupped the fullness of her firm globes in his hands.

  "MMMMmmmmm" she purred, and nuzzled her head into the nape of his neck. The dance floor was crowded and nobody could see what they were doing, so John continued to gently fondle her bare ass cheeks while they were grinding their crotches into each other, enjoying this slow dance to the fullest.

  The band took a break after they finished that song, and Rose suggested they should go home. She noticed that John's eyes were a little bloodshot from all the drinking, and didn't want to miss the last part of her birthday present. Since she didn't have anything to drink at the club, she drove home, and John rested in the passenger seat.

  "He'd better just be resting" she thought to herself as she was driving, watching his eyes stay closed for longer and longer periods before they would reopen. Feeling his hands on her bare ass in public like that had her pussy swollen and leaking, and she was starting to get worried that he would not be able to deliver.

  She no sooner pulled the van into the garage, than John's eyes shot open and he yelled "Race ya upstairs!" He knew how competitive she was, as she threw off her seat belt and jumped out of the car. They came crashing through the door to the house, and were pushing and pulling on each other on the way up the stairs, jockeying for position.

  They burst through the bedroom door like a bag of hand grenades, and started stripping off their clothes. Rose won (of course) as John was having trouble maintain his balance while hopping around trying to get his pants off.

  Rose hopped on the bed, totally naked, and giggled at John as he wrestled to get his pants and sock off. She was lazily stroking her pussy and rubbing her right tit, waiting for him to join her on the bed.

  Finally naked, John dove on the bed, landing between Rose's stretched legs, and started kissing, sucking and nibbling at her breast.

  "Ahhhhhhhh" a long, low sigh came from Roses lips, as she was settling in for the third part of her present. She felt the head of John's hard cock poking at her pussy, and it slipped right in. She was already wet on the ride home, but the attention that he was paying to her nipples had her flooding her crotch with her sweet cream.

  John's head was spinning as he started fucking her slowly. "How many martini's did I have" he was thinking to himself, as he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, and frankly a little exhausted from running up the stairs.

  He was trying to rally, knowing how much Rose looks forward to hours of sexual pleasure on her birthday, but the effects of all the alcohol were taking their toll on him.

  "OH NO!" he thought to himself, as he felt his cock start to spasm, and fill Rose's cunt with his spunk. He was so drunk that he didn't even feel his orgasm building up within him.

  "Sorry babe, I'll have to give you a rain check for tomorrow" he slurred, and rolled off of her onto his pillow.

  Before Rose could even get out the words "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?", she heard him snoring on the other side of the bed.

  "SON OF A BITCH!" she said to nobody in particula
r, and rubbed herself to an orgasm to get herself to sleep.

  As he was emerging from his slumbers, the first thing John felt was the pounding in his head from all the drinks last night. The second thing he felt was the velvety smooth lips that were moving up and down over his morning wood. The events of the previous night were running through his head as he struggled to open his eyes, and he couldn't believe that Rose wasn't pissed at him.

  He blinked several times before his eyes could open and focus, and smiled down at Rose as she slowly sucked his cock.

  "Do you like the way this feels?" she asked, smiling back up at him.

  "You know I do" he said, and he tried to reach down to run his hand through her hair. However, he could only move his hand about 6 inches, before he felt the restraint around his wrist. He tried to move his other hand, and found that was restrained too. His eyes looked down past Rose, and saw the silk scarves that had his ankles tied to the lower bed posts as well.

  He looked into Rose's eyes with an express that said "what the fuck?"

  "You owe me, you bastard" Rose said with a mischievous smile, and removed her lips from his cock.

  "I'm sorry baby", John pleaded, "but I guess I had too much to drink last night." "Untie me and I'll make it up to you."

  "Not a chance cowboy", she replied, "you had your shot and you blew it, and so today I'm going to take what you were supposed to give me last night."

  "But wait...you can't be serious." John protested.

  "I'm dead serious", Rose retorted, as she pulled out the black sleep mask from under her pillow, and placed it over his eyes, slipping the elastic band around the back of his head.

  Tied up and now blindfolded, John knew that he was now totally at her mercy. Yes, she certainly was competitive, and wouldn't be denied the pleasure that she had coming to her.

  Rose crawled up his body, one knee on each side of his legs, and felt the tickle of her first pubic hair that came into contact with his penis. He couldn't believe the heightened sensations that the blindfold was providing. He actually smelled the scent of her pussy before he felt the wetness, as she dropped herself down on the underside of his cock, her swollen labia hanging down over each side of his shaft.