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and yelled. As she yelled, her body released, she broke her gaze upon me, arched her back and gave a long moan into her pillow as she trembled and shook under me. Her shaking caused vibrations around my shaft, which was just the trick for me.
    Just as she was coming down, I pushed myself into her one final time, then gritted my teeth.
    “Nnnnnnnn,” I said.
    “Oh please, Richard,” Meredith said. “Please!”
    I pulled out of her just in time. I moaned and grunted as I finished, my length shooting a long stream of warm juice into the air and landing on Meredith’s shoulder and making a line between her breasts and down to her navel. The next couple of streams hit her chin, each breast and some drops filled her belly button.
    I squeezed myself dry of every drop I could, letting every drop land on her soft, young, ivory skin. Meredith sighed and grinned, then rubbed my milk into her skin, smearing it all over her torso and chest.
    “Oh my god,” she said with an open-mouth smile. “Now that was what sex should feel like, right?”
    “Do you have something to compare?” I asked.
    “Yeah,” she said, admittedly. “That guy. He was my first.”
    I looked to the computer screen. Jake was sitting back in his chair and looked like he has run a mile-long sprint. He had sweat on his forehead, and his manhood looked small and flaccid.
    “Oh my god,” Jake said. “That was hot. I guess there is something to older men.”
    She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek.
    “Thank you for helping me feel like a woman,” she said. “I finally feel my age.”
    “Welcome to womanhood, my dear,” I said. “Should you not feel very womanly in the future …”
    “You’ll be the first one I call,” she said. “Though, I’ll probably need to ask my mom to borrow you.” She winked and smiled.
    This led to a fabulous night of love-making with my wife.
    So much so, it made Amanda ask, “Where in the world get you get all that passion?” This was at four in the morning after I had filled her with my fourth load.
    “I have a passion for womanhood,” I said, peeking to the bedroom door and seeing Meredith looking in. I winked in her direction and saw her smile. She was wearing an old T-shirt as a night shirt, and had a hand inside her pink panties, manipulating herself. She then pursed her lips as if blowing me a kiss.
    See? I truly am a lucky man to be sharing a house with two attractive women .
     

Stepmom in Heat with Stepson
     
    I never would have guessed that my dad’s vacation last year would benefit both of us.  At the time, I knew it would be something that would benefit him, because he definitely needed a getaway. I can look back now, though, and relish this. I just don’t know if my dad knows, or would appreciate my happiness.
    Here’s how my happiness came about – and maybe, you’ll understand why my dad would actually be less than pleased with my happiness – despite most parents wanting their kids to be happy.
    This might be one of those few exceptions.
    I’m Robert, a twenty-one-year-old college student. My dad, Richard, is a widowed forty-five-year-old businessman. I lost my mom about five years ago in a car accident. My dad had a really hard time with it, and finally after about three years I talked to my dad. I was concerned for him because while he loved my mom very much, I felt he was mourning her too long. He wasn’t dating or being social at all; he was one of the better extroverts I know, but he wasn’t going out much at all. I sat down with him at the kitchen table one night.
    “Dad, I think it’s time,” I said.
    “Time for what?” he said.
    “It’s been three years, Dad,” I said. “You really have over-mourned here. You’re not happy, you’re not social. I want you to get out more.”
    “Really? Do you think so?” he asked.
    “Yeah, really,” I said. “Several of my friends have asked me how you’re doing, because they’re used to seeing you out and you haven’t been