Fuck my dirty, little cunt.” “Oh God!” I gasped, clenching every muscle in my body to try and hold back the tide. Her husky dirty talk pushing m... to the brink. To say nothing of the firm grip of her pussy. An agonising eternity, and I finally managed to swallow my tingling orgasm back down. Puffing with relief, I opened my eyes to see Anna looking over her shoulder at me. “Too much?” she giggled. I playfully smacked her ass, eliciting a squeal and more devilish amusement. Then slower than. I felt her hard nipple burn into my hand and dared to squeeze her full, firm tit. Mum responded by grabbing at my rampant cock, rubbing it through my trousers. Our breathing became fierce as I gently massaged her nipple between my fingers. I moved my hand to try and get it down the front of her dress. It was difficult from this angle but I desperately wanted to feel the flesh of her tits.The front door banged shut and we both jumped apart as we heard my sister shout."Hello. It's me! Where are. While we were kissing, my tent pole underwear was rubbing against her extremely wet pussy and she could feel my hard cock against her. She stopped for a second and said that she wanted to make love. My heart leaped out of my chest and I said, yes, please! She said that she wanted to make love for the first time with me in her bed, not here on the couch.She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Once we were there, she turned around and took off her nightgown. For the first time ever, I. I was really intrigued by it because I have my own story to tell but I never thought I would be sharing it with anyone, ever. My own nasty little tale of debauchery is one that I know I should feel ashamed of, but to be honest, like these other storytellers, I feel very little remorse. So, with some trepidation, and a certain sense of “me too,” I began to write my own confession. Chapter Two. You could say I have a bit of a predicament. I'm happily married, well sort of, well I'm married anyway.