The Breast Girl - 10

Your exam went very well, how could it be otherwise with so much 'tutoring' ;) We chatted for a while but I haven't seen you since. I long for you, but it's hard. You live far away and your mother also wants to know where you are. You are on my mind all day long.

'Ding dong' I'm cruelly shaken awake from yet another daydream, where you lie naked in my bed and do the most indescribable things to me. Who can that be again? It's Friday night, come on, the weekend is about to begin, leave me alone.

I open the door and there you are just standing there again, and… behind you is Iris, your mother. Oh dear, shit on the marble.

"Hello Mr. Ringo, my mom wants to talk to you, is that okay?" Help!! And like I can say no. I invite you inside and you precede me, it is clear that you already know your way around, you walk directly into the living room and sit comfortably on the large sofa.

Your mother will wait nicely until I offer her a seat next to you. I'm trembling all over, something tells me I'm going to get a thunderous speech and even worse, that I'm going to lose you. My life, my universe. I need you. I also check the legal consequences in my head. I don't think I've done anything illegal, although it was always close to it, but I've always been very careful. Maybe I missed something and am now being mercilessly nailed to the cross and charged ... should I go to jail?!?! Nerves run through my body.

"Ringo" begins your mother and your expression puts me at ease somewhat, I think I see a slight smile myself. Will it work out then?

"To get straight to the point, Tara told me everything about what happened between you." Not so. I sink through the ground in shame and don't know where to look. I look at you helplessly but you look back emotionless with a look that says "you don't have to expect anything from me, you have to solve this yourself".

"And I see you're scared, so before I give you a heart attack, I want to tell you it's going to be okay." And Iris smiles cautiously. Will be fine? What is happening here?

"Tara looks a lot like me when I was young" Was young? I thought, ok you're not sixteen anymore but you could have been my daughter. And while my math says you must be somewhere in your mid-30s, I estimated you to be in your late twenties. I'll keep the compliment to myself for now, not such a good time now I guess.

"I know she has special needs and it's hard to find someone to provide that. I don't know if you know everything about her, but she suspects you could be the one she's looking for." Well, I knew you had special needs, but is there anything else? Something I don't know? My fear of death slowly ebbs away and curiosity takes over. I shift to the edge of my seat. I still can't utter a word, but my nonverbal communication shows that I want to hear more.

"Tara is an age regressor just like me. That means that part of her still feels like a child, with her this is about 10-13 years, depending on her mood. If possible, she also wants to enjoy that age-appropriate things, playing with dolls, coloring, watching cartoons, etc. Are you still following me?" I look at your mother breathlessly and my mouth appears to hang open. "Uh...yes, go ahead" are the first words I can manage to say. Is this what you come for? Wouldn't you have told me that you pretty much screwed up the whole neighborhood here? My joy is short-lived...

"Our feelings are accompanied by very intense sexual needs. To be honest, Anna and Tara and Sophie are the direct result of that. I got pregnant with Anna when I was 14."

Wow, that's a lot of information to process. I hold up my hand like a stop sign, and you give me some time. I calculate to myself, 14 plus 19 is 33, okay I wasn't far off.

"Sophie?" I finally ask.

"Yes, Sophie is my little sister, she's so cute" do you first introduce yourself into the conversation? And your face shines when you call her name. That's how I know you kiddo.

"Apparently I don't know everything about her" I say smartly, looking at you with a furrowed brow.

Iris continues her special story "I have spoken extensively with Tara and she has told in detail what she has done, this week here and earlier at my house" Iris continues her argument and her look betrays that she thinks it is a naughty thought, that after Mothers left home, her daughter seduced the tutor at her own dinner table.

"I trust my daughter blindly and she chose you, so I trust you 100%. If you think you can handle it, I would like you to take Tara under your wing, give her what she so desperately needs. I think she also gives back to you enough, but you also have to protect her from herself and the world around her that will want to take advantage of her, and you have to be able to correct her if necessary, but you will work it out together "I think you are a kind and intelligent man. What do you think?"

Hold on and I'll be quiet for a while. Have I understood correctly now? Does your mother now offer you, her very own daughter, on a silver platter, to do with you as I see fit, without any threat of her own to castrate and then smock me if I screw up? That I can indulge all my erotic fantasies on you, no, and regularly beat you up if you don't do what I say? Is this now the gate of heaven that will be opened for me? Or am I translating it all a bit too loosely?

You see me sweating, and searching for words. You feel sorry for me and start laughing. Iris follows suit. That breaks the tension a bit. I just start laughing.

"Come here" you say and make room between you and your mother so that I can sit on the couch between you. "What a beautiful mother I have, don't you think. And don't you think she's sweet? I can come and stay with you every weekend, isn't it nice?" you say in a childish tone.

I take a seat between you and you immediately kiss me on the mouth. You put your arm around me and you start to tongue me intensely.

I don't know anymore, what else is going to happen to me? You have almost been given away to me as a sex slave, now you are turning me on while your mother is watching next to us. It can't get crazier... wrong, it can.

As our tongues dance a slow waltz between our lips I feel a hand from the right across my thigh. I stop kissing and look at Iris in shock. My God, what's going on here?

"Oh yes, mom wants to try you too, if you are good enough for me. I have boasted about you sooo much that she is very curious about you" you whisper in my ear, after which you start to kiss my neck softly. Iris moves closer with her mouth and very lightly presses her lips against mine. A tingle shoots through my body."

"Oh mom, he likes it" you encourage your mother.

Very slowly her mouth opens and Iris's tongue carefully penetrates me. I answer with mine and they both twirl in circles in our hungry mouths. How wonderful kissing is already, I think. Your tongue works on my neck and you gently bite my earlobe. How heavenly.

Meanwhile, Iris's hand has reached my crotch and is gently rubbing my growing penis, as long as it has room for it, well hidden under the firm fabric of my jeans. You caress my chest and you start unbuttoning my blouse. Your hand slides in and feels my nipples. I'm in doubt, should I actively do something, or should I just let myself be pampered passively. My indecision automatically chooses the latter and I close my eyes. Iris's tongue in my mouth, yours now on my chest, licking and kissing its way down, do all the work.

Iris's hand goes looking for my button, and you come to her rescue. Together you deftly undo my pants and Iris's hand slides under the waistband of my boxer shorts looking for the test tool she wants her daughter to use.

Her soft fingers enclose my cock and balls and she squeezes them gently. In the meantime you have arrived downstairs and you help me take my pants off completely.

Once free, my cock erects and Iris slowly begins to jerk me off. You watch mesmerized as your mother slowly moves her hand up and down. She ends the french kiss and looks down where you close your hand around my balls and squeeze them gently.

Iris looks at you with a sweet and proud smile as if you are just about to cycle your first meters. Then you come closer and kiss my head.

"Go on honey, show mom how good you can spoil men." and your lips push back the hand of your mother who now comes to assist you in kneading my scrotum.

You deftly slide my cock in and out of your mouth. you take over my balls from Iris who now stands up for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye I see her undressing while smiling at her daughter who in turn never leaves my eyes alone. You suck like your life depends on it and you beg for attention.

"Oh how nice Tara, you are so good at that, daddy is so happy, keep going, keep going." The compliments make you shine. You sink your teeth into my cock and bite into my head. You know how to drive me crazy.

Then Iris comes to relieve you, she pulls your hair off my cock "Now it's mom's turn" and she steps over my legs with her face and breasts towards me. Quickly she lowers herself and my cock slides easily into her soaking wet cunt. She immediately swallows me whole. How horny she is. You sit there for a moment and watch my cock keep disappearing into the vagina you crawled out of only 16 years ago. With one hand you knead my balls and with the other you caress your mother's buttocks. Iris is already racing to a climax at high speed. You see it and put a finger in her anus. She notices and screams "Oh yes Tara, yes finger my ass, how nice. Oh Ringo, go on, I, I, I'm READY !!!

Satisfied, she kisses me and falls down on my chest to recover. Then you become impatient. "Aside mom, Mr. Ringo hasn't come yet" and Iris gives way to her daughter. You crawl on my lap and you also lower yourself over my still rock hard penis. you start bouncing up and down wonderfully and your mother looks on with satisfaction. She comes up to you and gives you a kiss. Not a little one, your tongues dueling a fierce battle in the open space between your mouths, as if it were better for me to see. You grab your mother's tit and squeeze it hard. "Ohhhh daddy!! Mammy!! I'm coming but you have to daddy first" And PETS, I'll slap you in the face. It's a risky bet.

"What did you say there?" You are shocked and you really have no idea. "M-m-mbut I want you to cum before me. You want that to..." PETS a second blow, harder this time. "OUCH!" but you keep on fucking. Then your mom lets you know she's totally okay with what's happening "Tara, you have to keep saying U to Ringo. Even if you get fucked. You're a polite girl, aren't you?"

Then you understand "Oh oh sorry Mr. Ringo. I'm sorry, no more hitting. I'll be polite, I'll make you cum". The emphasis was on 'U'.

"Better" I said, "Let's go, I'm almost there, then we can come together" and I also grabbed one of Iris's tits. What a horny scene, mother and daughter taking turns on my cock. I feel my orgasm approaching, I want to make it something special "Iris, get on your knees, lick my balls" loudly my command, wondering how she will react to this. Just like you would, she obediently gets up and gets on her knees in front of me. She pushes my thighs apart even further, and with it yours. She lets her tongue slide wonderfully over my pocket. One by one, she sucks a ball into her mouth and gently bites it. It is clear where you got your talents from. When you have sunk deep on my cock she gives a horny lick on your asshole.

You'll like it so much that next time you'll stick around and give your mom the chance to drill her tongue deep into your anus. You cry out with pleasure. I can't take it anymore. With a huge moan I cum, deep in your cunt. "AH HMMMMM" And you come too, screaming and shrieking, you let yourself go. Iris licks the cum that flows from your pussy all over my pole. When you step off me, Iris dives onto my cock to guzzle down the last of the cocktail of cunt juices, sweat, and cum. You lick me clean. Hmm, something with an apple and a tree?

After we recover, take your mother to the bathroom. There you shower together, I hear a lot of giggles and even moans again, but I'm too tired and too satiated to take a look. After half an hour you come back, neatly dressed and the hair and make-up back in decency.

"Ringo, it was my pleasure and I place my daughter's happiness completely in your hands. I know she will be all right. She can stay here, I'll pick her up again on Sunday evening. I want her home during the week , she can be with you for the weekend. Is that ok?" are the words that will give my boring planning for the next few days a completely different and interesting twist.

"Iris, I will take care of her as if she were my own daughter" and as I say it I realize how depraved it sounds. But nothing is normal anymore, normal has been completely banned from my life.

Your mother says to you "Tara, be nice and polite. Give Mr. Ringo what he needs. And then...enjoy it. Do you have anything left for me when I come to get you?"

"I can't promise anything mom, I like it all too much myself" you say mischievously, as if you were asked to share a bag of sweets. Well, that's more or less it actually ;)

You both laugh and you waved your mom out the door.

"And now Mr. Ringo, what are we going to do now?" You asked mischievously and you rubbed your breasts defiantly.

"Hmm now my dear horny Tara...now we're going to watch Pocahontas".

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Dear readers, I wrote this story earlier this year and published part by part in recent weeks. The next part is already the last one, but encouraged by the high rating and many readers, I want to continue writing the series. If there are wishes what Tara will experience in the coming episodes, you can send them to me or put them in the comments. Then I'll see if I can do something with it.

By the way, the stories are of course made up, but Tara really exists. It is a girl of (then) 16 who asked me to write what kind of horny things I would like to do with her. She read all the stories, loved them and was very disappointed when it ended. So it's up to you to figure out what we're going to do with Tara in the next few episodes. As far as I'm concerned, Tara belongs to all of us, she finds that very horny, I know. I will publish her responses.

Horny greetings,

Rick Fox