Stewin1

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Gender: Bi-Sexual Male
Age: 47
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My Brother

The first penis I ever saw was my brother’s. We were very young. Over the years, I saw him mature into what he is today. He is a very good looking, very successful man. Yes, over the years I saw his penis on occasion. He is single, because work keeps him occupied much of the hours of his life. I am single as well, although I do date occasionally.

A few years ago we lost my mom and dad in a car accident. We had each other and we worked through it. In fact, I started working with him managing his financial company. Things have always been (basically) perfect between my brother and I. Lately though, there has been sexual tension. I am not sure if it between us or in each others own life.

I got the courage one day to ask him about it. His answer was in agreement that our ‘relationship’ has always been closer than brother and sister. As the discussion went on, I could feel he wanted to say something, so I said say it!!! He told me he would always try to sneak peaks at me in the shower or by the pool, etc. He felt weird but always viewed me in a sexual way. Ugh!

A couple of nights ago we slept together. I am not sure what I was thinking. I am not sure what I am thinking now. I am not mad, sad, disgusted or anything negative. Having my mouth on my bothers cock was weird, but I treated it like any other cock I have had in my mouth. He fucked me really good and came on my stomach. Watching his cock explode after years of seeing it just hanging there was a moment of joy. Finality.

The tension is there, but it is funny, there is no awkward silence. It is almost like this was supposed to be.

My Son

I have hidden this away for several years now but the other day I caved and crossed a line.

My son has been masturbating for years…probably since he was 12 or 13. He is now 23 and he still jerks off every day. Literally every day.

A few nights ago I waited for him to start watching porn in his room and I just walked in. His dad has been gone for about 5 years and well, his mom isn’t get any sex either, so I thought this would be a good idea for my son and I.

He was like mom, what are you doing? I sat on his bed, grabbed his hard cock and dropped my mouth on it. This poor boy did not have a chance. He leaned back in his bed and just allowed it to happen. I sucked him with everything I had until I could feel him tense up. I slowed just a bit and took every drop of his load down my throat. I cleaned him up fully, told him I loved him and went back to my room. I made myself cum with my dildo repeatedly of course.

The next day was weird, but we go through it. Again, he started with the porn and that was my prompt to join him. 15 minutes of sucking later, he came down my throat again.

I am not sure how this moves forward or ends, but I am not the one that will stop.

It's Been Ten Years Now Since I Became His Lover, And He Is My Lover

I am now 37, but once I was 26 and had just been promoted to senior. Some coworkers took me to dinner at this Mexican place. One of the men on 19 showed up, he was well known in the company and joined us. We had margaritas by the pitcher and ate a lot of food. I found myself sitting beside him as some of the others left and went home. Then it was just me and him and things were getting personal with him, his hands were all over me and he kissed me.

I felt he was going to have sex with me right there in the booth so I told him I had to leave. He took me to his car and had me tell him where I lived. I left my car in the parking lot. At my apartment things got out of hand and the next thing I was on my back and he was having sex with me. I was totally sober then. He was married and he was a man at the company who everyone knew and no one except my department knew who I was.

He got off of me, and I tried to cover myself but he refused to let me. He made me, told me actually, to uncover myself for him. I was embarrassed at having him look at me naked like that. He touched my nipples and then touched my pussy with two fingers, and laid back on the bed and told me to call his wife and let her know where he was and that he was going to spend the night with me.

I used his phone, in those days you didn't have to have a code to open it. I called his wife and introduced myself and told her he was with me. She told me to tell him he was a bastard and she was tired of him fucking around. But thank you anyway, to call her if I needed her. She called back a few minutes later and asked me who I was, how I knew him, and please not be a whore. I told her I wasn't a whore, that actually this was my first time. And it was the first time I met him, but I knew who he was.

Over the rest of the night she called me three times and we talked. She wanted to know if he had treated me right, if he had made love to me first. She asked me if I thought I would fall in love with him.

The next morning he took a shower and I made him some breakfast and we went to get my car. He demanded a kiss before he left, a kiss with his hand on my breast. I pulled away and told him he needed to go to his wife and he shouldn't be taking girls to bed.

But I fell in love with him, and she coached me on how to deal with him, even on how to make love with him. She wanted to know each time we had sex and I called her after he fell asleep and we talked, sometimes for an hour. We talked about other things, things about me, about my career. She told me he would look after my career, now that I was his lover. That she wanted me to love him, and didn't want him seeing any other girl.

He is a big shot, really high up in the company. I have been promoted and I have a position of responsibility. I am still his lover and neither his wife or me believe he has, nor has had, another lover. He's either with me or with her, we check in before we got to sleep. He's had two kids with her in these last ten years. My relationship with her is long distance, on the phone or text. We see each other only once in a while, to talk, like when her mother was diagnosed with cancer.