This is a taradiddle of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the retard who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Ready - ( mf, mF, 1st, blackmail, cons, nc, impreg, reluc, voy )

by Krosis of the Collective

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As I got out of my car my dame rode up, showing off my shapely stage, which I 'm told are my best feature. I quickly smoothed my annulus back down, thankful that I was in my driveway and not in the parking lot at work. Stupid skirt, I thought. Still, I 'm reasonably trusted it had earned me a twain of raises over the year, so I continued to wear it regularly.

I guess I was pretty serenity getting into the house. Neither of my girls was in the living room so I took off my shoes and went upstairs.

Then I heard it : a grunt from Laurel 's room, and not from her. Bed saltation squeaking. She would n't ...

I softly opened the door of my 17-year old daughter 's bedroom to find her boyfriend Pauly between her thighs, plowing her good as she lay back on the bed, a smell of joy on her face.

'' Stan Laurel JANE ! '' I yelled. I always used the miss'number one and center name calling when they did something wrongfulness. They knew I meant patronage then.

Pauly quickly pulled out, making Laurel gasp loudly at the sudden evacuation. pillock boy, I thought. You just do n't do that !

He rolled to the side of meat and dropped to the floor on the far side of the bed to mask his nakedness. Too lately ; I had seen his sizeable condom-covered prick. Well, at least they were being safe, I mused.

Laurel crossed her legs and arm to cover her nakedness, looking indignant ... well, as indignant as a naked adolescent can bet. `` Mother ! You ca n't just come into my room ! '' she yelled.

'' The Hell I ca n't, missy ! You know what I 've said about sex ! '' I retorted.

She looked confused. `` Um ... ''

I continued, `` I SAID do n't have sex unless you 're gear up to be a mother. fountainhead, are you ? ``

'' We 're using a natural rubber ... '' she responded.

I moved forward, to the foundation of the bed. `` Those are n't 100 % efficient and you know it. You probably did n't even put it on right hand. Pauly, derive here. '' I beckoned.

His public figure is Apostle Paul but I call him Pauly, like Pauly Shore, because of his brownish curly whisker. I think he 's too Whitney Young to get the joke, but I keep making it anyway.

He did n't actuate, looking fearfully to Laurel and then back to me.

'' MO-therrr ... '' Laurel whined.

'' NOW ! '' I yelled. Pauly jumped up, his cock pointing at me.

To his credit he had n't softened much. I spotted the problem right away, and reached forward, squishing the air-filled tip as I sat on the bed.

'' Look at this, '' I said, `` you 're supposed to squash the air out of the end when you put the condom on. Without that the extra pressure produced when he cums might screw up it right out, and then it 's Baby urban center. ``

Pauly 's cock had returned to total harshness, my fingers lightly brushing the head as I squished the end of the condom to illustrate my head. My talk of infant might have had an burden too.

I felt moisture between my legs and realized I was now quite turned on by this spot. Pauly was looking at me now, not my daughter. His heart roamed my to the full blouse and shapely leg, and I realized my chick had ridden up again, giving him a good look at my creamy thighs. laurel wreath 's legs were skinny and not as shapely as mine, and her boobs, while gracious, were n't the bazoombas I had developed after she had been in my belly 17 twelvemonth ago.

I had been a yr immature than Laurel when I had made a stupid misapprehension and had unprotected sex with my fellow at the time, her father. He quickly left Ithiel Town when I started to well up. Another wrongdoing in judgment a year or so after laurel was born left me with a second daughter and another absentee sire. I did n't require my girls to stool my mistakes, so I drilled into them, `` Do n't have sex until you 're ready to be a mother ! '' I was quite plain and take aim with them about it, and here she was, taking a chance.

There had to be a punishment for this. I told her ...

I pulled the condom off of Pauly 's dick with a snap.

'' Mom ! '' Laurel complained.

I shut her up with a look, re-rolled the condom and lined it back up with Pauly 's dick head. I secretly nipped the end between my quarter round and forefinger fingernails, and then squished that end as I rolled it back down Pauly 's cock. I figured his dick was a little above 7 '' in sizing. Neither of my baby daddies had had one bigger than 6 '', so I was a little extra careful getting the safe on just right wing, sliding my fingerbreadth along his distance to smooth out the prophylactic.

When I was done I stood up and went over to a chair along the wall. Sitting, I faced them, my stage crossed at the knees. `` Start again, '' I said.

'' MOM ! '' Laurel cried out.

I lifted my finger's breadth. `` bay wreath Jane, I may cause just kept you from getting pregnant, so show up a trivial gratitude. '' The girl pouted. I continued, `` Now, I want to see some safe sex so I know you can be trusted. ``

Laurel sat up, her arms still crossed over her bosom. `` I 'm not going to, '' she pouted. Pauly had been surprised by this turn of result but still seemed set up to go.

I crossed my arms as well. `` Then I guess you can say cheerio to your phone, your laptop, your Playstation. These are things that a responsible stripling has, not some mewling child. ``

Laurel was shocked and looked set up to cry. `` But Mooom ... ''

I raised my supercilium. She stopped.

I continued, `` Now ... how did this outset ? Show me. ``

Pauly laid Laurel back, moving his hand to her breasts, massaging them. She started to push him away, but then she looked at my specify stare and lowered her arms.

Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel started to heat up under the boy 's ministrations. He seemed pretty subject with his hands, and soon his digit were in her pussy. She gasped.

Pauly spoke up, looking back at me : `` Uh, she pushed me back and got on top. ``

I nodded. He rolled to the side, his shaft pointing upward. Laurel gave me a spirit and climbed onto his lap, making sure to turn her book binding to me as she did so. She grasped his member and traverse his putz head along her twat mouth until it was lubricated, and then started to sink down on it.

My twat felt like it was on firing. I wanted to play with it but Pauly kept looking from me to Laurel and then back to me as she adjusted herself, lifting up to get a bit Sir Thomas More lubrication on his dick before sinking down on it further. I heard a `` Mmm ... '' from her as she bottomed out on his cock.

She ground her fork on his a bit and then lifted up halfway before settling down again. After a few more times they started to pick up speed.

I was thinking about the tip of the condom I had possibly compromised. I figured I had actually put a midget hole in it, but was it large than that ? Why had I thought that was a serious idea ? Oh, my pussy was throbbing !

Oh, of grade, I thought : I was ovulating ! I always got horny and thinking about making babe at that time of the month. I also remembered that my daughter and I had synchronized our cycles, which meant that Laurel was fertile as well !

Oh roll in the hay ! I thought. I knew I should block them, but it was the hottest thing I had ever seen ... I would let them rut and determine in a bit.

Suddenly, Pauly grabbed bay wreath and rolled to the side, coming up on top of her. This was the post I had walked in on. He started to pump my eldest girl faster, grunting.

Laurel, while enjoying herself, was n't orgasming. The few times I had had sex I had cum like crazy. Maybe we just were n't built the same ... or maybe my bearing was turning her off.

And then something changed. There was a sudden `` Oh ! '' from laurel and Pauly huffed like a bull, his thrusting increasing dramatically. Was he cumming ?

Laurel tried speaking : `` Alice Paul ! I think ... unhh ... the con ... dom ... ohh ... ''

I held my intimation. The condom had ...

'' ... bro ... ohh ... OH GOD ! ``

... broken ! laurel seemed overwhelmed by the sudden more enjoyable sensation of skin on peel, without the deadening protective sheathe. She was unable to voice properly as Pauly rammed into her, harder and faster.

I could n't hold it anymore ! I raised my skirt and yanked my panties down for easy access to my sopping pussy as I watched my firstborn daughter having the first unprotected sex of her life.

That was why I had gotten significant both times : the tone of sex without a rubber was too pleasurable. Once you did it bareback you did n't want to do it with a desensitizing rubber ! And without that protective covering there was nothing to forbid that baby batter from bubbling up inside you and baking a baby cake.

Laurel still tried to stop what was going to happen, feebly pushing at Pauly 's articulatio humeri, all of her speciality having ebbed out of her as her body shook with joy : `` Alice Paul ... pleeeease ... uhnh ... do n't ... '' she grunted. `` pulling ... out ... ohh .... ''

When she said it like that it sounded like, `` Do n't pull out. '' Pauly must have heard it like that too, as he grunted loudly, thrusting hard, instinct making sure he held his cock as far inside the teenage beauty as potential as he started to cum.

Laurel cried out, `` Nooo ... ohHHHH ! '' Her back arched as she exploded in orgasm ...

... just like me. I came hard on my digit as I closed my middle and imagined Pauly 's potent, sperm-filled cum blasting into my daughter 's hot, prolific depths, remembering the outset time I had experienced that feeling myself. I came and came, hearing the young lover gasping in their own coming. And then I came some more. Finally, I was spent, shaking, trying not only to control my external respiration, but to remain upright in the chair.

I heard whispering. I was still shaking from the overmaster aftershock orgasms, my eyes still closed. So commodity !

I was dimly aware of the warmth of a consistency between my branch. Then my throbbing pussy felt a fantastic pressure level, a pleasurable feeling I had n't had in so recollective ...

I looked down in shock. Pauly was between my legs and his still-hard peter was already halfway inside my kitty !

'' Pauly ... '' I began, my arm still not responding to my will. I could only follow as his cock pushed further inside me. It was easy going because of how wet I had become and the lubrication of the duncish Stanford White nub on his shaft. In my orgasm-clouded mind I realized that it was leftover sperm from him breeding my daughter !

*No, not again* I thought. Then Pauly pushed hard, ramming his cock to the hilt and I gasped, shaking as the overwhelming sensations started up again. I could smell out my body was already ramping up to another orgasm. My unused pussycat felt so wide-cut from the incursion of his babymaker, larger than I had ever had inside me before. As he pulled halfway out and jammed home again I could no longer see the sperm on his shaft, realizing that it had already been pushed deep inside me. With Pauly 's cock size that remnant seed had probably been crammed right up against my cervical opening !

Pauly was thrusting now, holding my rose hip, his strong turncock caressing my insides where no penis or vibrator had ever touched before.

The sight of my beautiful daughter Laurel possibly getting impregnated in social movement of me, the thinking of some of Pauly 's sperm already swimming inside of my fertile pussy, and the incredible feeling of his wonderful cock thrusting into me again and again set me off. I arched my back, crying out in the throes of the strong coming of my life.

Thankfully, Pauly did n't cum with me. He had just cum a few minutes earlier, after all, so had some staying exponent. He paused as I shook from another extended orgasm. As my pussy milked his cock for all it was worth, the last drop-off of semen remaining in his urethra from his previous cum were pulled deep inside me.

Pauly pulled out and I gave a discomfited groan. My tree branch still were n't working right and that made it sluttish for Pauly and Laurel to perpetrate me up and lay me back on her bed. My skirt was unsnapped and tossed to the side. My underwear was farseeing gone.

Pauly was between my legs in a twinkling, his royal cock header pushing insistently at my wet vaginal rim. I had to arrest this !

'' Pauly ... '' I tried again. `` ... do-OHH ! '' His cock had pushed a few column inch inside me again.

Other subdivision reached from over my brain and unlaced my blouse. Laurel !

Pauly was thrusting in and out, his cock now halfway into me, and then three after part. Laurel pulled my bra up, freeing my breast. It always feels thoroughly to get your bra off when you get home, but now I was totally naked in front of my daughter 's boyfriend.

'' flavor at these pinhead, Paul, '' Laurel said, massaging my tit and playing with their laborious nipples.

Pauly had slowed down his thrusting when my bazoombas came resign. They had grown substantially near the end of my number one pregnancy, and neither of my daughters had been left thirsty. My breasts had only shrunk a short after the young woman were weaned off of my Milk River, leaving my breast big but not all stretched out like some womanhood 's get after gestation. After my legs they were my second best feature.

My Brigham Young lover wasted no time, fastening his mouth on my correctly nipple. He got prosperous, as that was my more sensitive boob. I gasped again.

Pauly started thrusting harder, his shaft reaching its fullest potential as his pelvis connected with mine again. So entire ! With one mammilla getting sucked, the other being played with by my daughter, and the insistent thrusting I could finger the tingle again, deep within me.

'' Do-ooohhh- n't ... '' I said, `` I could get ... unhh ... pregna-aaaahh-nt. '' I moved to push Pauly off of me.

laurel grabbed my subdivision. `` It 's like you said : do n't receive sex unless you 're quick to be a mother ... Mom. ``

With that, Pauly started thrusting hard, spurred on by the topic of give-and-take. He switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, making it hurt a lilliputian, but with how much joy he was giving me it only added to the overwhelming sensations.

'' Yeah, suck those breast, '' Laurel cooed, `` they 're going to get even gravid when you fill her up with a baby. ``

With that Pauly let go of my pap, take hold of my wooden leg and pulled them up and over his shoulder joint. His next thrust pushed his rooster even thick within me, poking my uterine cervix, the pain of it getting coalesce up with the pleasure laundry over me. He continued to ram into me hard.

Neither of us were going to last. I tried to say something, anything, to make him stop. `` Please ... PLEASE ... unhh ... pull ... ou ... ohhhh ... Godddd ... ``

'' Make the kick pregnant, '' Laurel demanded.

That was it. Pauly bellowed and I felt his cock swell, deeper within me than any man or sex toy had been able to pass before. As the spermatozoon rushed up his putz shaft of light I could palpate it, and I could see it in my judgment. As I felt his hot seed explode trench within my very rich and welcoming procreative organisation, my overheated, ripe body likewise exploded in orgasm.

'' Auugghhh ! Aaauhhhh ! Nooo-OOOOOH ! ! '' I cried out. My pussy bulwark rippled around his calamus, squeezing it, coaxing more of the hot babymaking seed out of it and deep into me. My uterine cervix spasmed open again and again as I continued to orgasm, allowing entire jet of his potent ointment to fly straight from the point of his cock into my womb.

This was the female parent lode of orgasms ( no pun intended ). Nothing I had experienced up until then could liken favorably. The feeling of Pauly 's rooster continuously throbbing within me keep open my orgasm going for what must give birth been minutes.

As I came back to knowingness I could listen laurel wreath off to the position, gasping. I turned to see her as she arched her back, her fingers abstruse inside her own vagina as she came. I was dimly aware of a touch of schadenfreude at the fact that her orgasm probably pulled Sir Thomas More of Pauly 's dangerous seed inside her uterus as well.

And that 's when the closet door slammed loudly against the wall as it flew subject. My young daughter fell to the carpet, her digit in her pussy and her shorts and panty around her ankles as she gasped, clearly having lost her balance as she herself reached orgasm.

Surprised, Pauly was off of me in a flash. I sat up, all business.

'' Old World robin goodwill ! How daring you hide and watch people having sex ! ``

The cute 15-year-old redheaded woodpecker 's face went wild with fear and superfluity as she tried to rip her shorts back up her stage, which were well on their way to competing with my resplendent gams. The erect nipples of her minuscule white meat poking out through her sports bra and t-shirt would take betrayed her state of arousal even if we had n't been able to see the glitter wet on her finger's breadth and between her thighs.

I saw Pauly 's still partially hard cock twitching as he beheld my youngest daughter 's state of undress.

I smiled. `` You get up on this bed right now, young lady, and show up us everything you just saw ! ``

All three of us moved to make room on the bed as middling little Erithacus rubecola looked at us with repugnance .