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Do I have any limits left? I find myself straddling the head of my gorgeous and very much younger co-worker Abby, reveling as she arches her head back to engage in the sweet consumption of my cock; meanwhile she is being pumped hard by her brother, and both of them are calling me Daddy. Billy has been making eyes at me, just took a turn sucking my cock, and now has offered me a bottle of lube. I know what that means, I'm sure what that means, but, damn, I don't know what to do. He is on top of his sister, missionary position, and since her ass is flat underneath him on the bed, that leaves only one orifice where lube would be needed. So, what do I want to do? I'm rolling the bottle of lube around in my hands, and I pull out of Abby's mouth and move to the center of the bed. I instinctively open the lube, and smell it ? it smells like apples, for god's sake. What is this stuff? I have never seriously considered fucking a guy in the ass. I know, that's a very crude way of phrasing it, but what else would you call it? Same-sex anal intimacy? No matter how you try to dress up the phrase, I have to decide if I want to fuck this stud in the ass, while he's fucking his sister in her pussy. Would I rather trade places with him? I guess given the choice I'd rather be the pitcher than the catcher, and as horny as I am I unconsciously pour the lube onto my hard cock. Billy supports himself with one arm and reaches with the other out to spread the lube around my cock. Dear reader, you should know he's doing more than that as he strokes over and over and...mmmm, yes, Escort Çekmeköy that does feel good. I lean my head back and decide I am ready for this, but I still don't know if I'm ready to fuck him in the ass. (Crude expression, isn't it?) Our rhythm and my reverie are interrupted by the ringing of Abby's phone on the nightstand. The alarm clock next to it tells us that it's 11:18 pm; I wonder who is calling at this hour? More annoying than the phone ringing, it's a ringtone ripped from the late 1970's - ?I Will Survive.? Wow, that's a popular lip-synching drag queen song, who would she give that ringtone to? Billy stops cold dead and slumps down over Abby. His face is buried in the sheets but I can hear him mutter, ?Don't answer it. No good ever comes from talking to her at this time of night.? I am puzzled by that comment, and Abby hugs Billy to show that she has no intention of answering it. It stops after an agonizing run through the chorus, and they both sigh. The mood is shot, whoever that was turned Abby cold and Billy flaccid. I moved over so that he could roll off her, and he laid on his back between us. The same ringtone hit us again, this time off in the other room, but still audible. Billy's phone, was it? Same ringtone? I am laying on my side, propped up on my elbow, so I had a good look at both their faces as they turn toward me. ?It's our mother,? Abby sighed as she said those words. ?She demanded that we use that ringtone for her. It's her anthem. We both love her with all out hearts, but since Dad Gebze escort died 7 years ago she just can't get her act together. They gave us a good foundation before Dad died so we essentially finished raising each other. That's how we became so close. We had to depend on each other and we made a commitment to always be there for each other. It just grew from that.? I feel sympathy and affection for these two young people, they with their gorgeous, delicious young bodies and their hearts broken by the death of their father and the dissolution of their mother's ability to help them as they grew. I reach across Billy to take Abby's hand, and I leave my arm resting across his sculpted abs. I squeeze Abby's hand, look at both of them, and softly say, ?So this is why you both need a Daddy. Why do you think it could be me?? Abby pulls her hand away from mine so she can wipe tears from both eyes. As she does that, I pull my arm back slightly and begin to casually caress Billy's chest, running my nails gently across his pecs. He has very little hair, so his skin is smooth and inviting. Abby looks at me with those warm tender brown eyes and says, ?Since I started working with you I realized that you might be the one. Every day I've come home from work and told Billy all about what we worked on together, and how gentle and attentive you have been, without being a creep. I have dressed as plainly as I know how, because I did not want our relationship to be anything other than professional until I was sure. Our little test earlier Şerifali escort bayan could have been a disaster, but I knew that would come out better than my just telling you. I hope you understand, I would never want to hurt you. What I did not count on was the intensity of my reaction. I thought we'd take it slow, but, well here we are.? ? Does your mother know about the special nature of your relationship?? Abby answered, ?Yes, that's why we have our own apartment. She said she doesn't care what the fuck we do, just don't do it around her. She's old and set in her ways.? I remind her of my age, and ask her how old her mother is. Her jaw drops open, and she gathers herself enough to say that her mother is 47. Check, she's old at 47 and I'm what, exactly, at age 53? ?Excuse me, at 53 I think I'm doing a damn good job keeping up with you punks!? We all laugh and smile, this is all good-natured on my part and they take it that way. Billy has not spoken, instead turning his head back and forth to see our reactions to what we were saying to each other. He spoke up now, looking directly at me: ?Abby describes a great simpatico between you two, and I felt it too when I saw you two enter the bar. She knows I have desires that go beyond what we can share, and we did not want someone who would come between us but would be able to make us both whole. She is the analytical one, so she took her time figuring you out. Me, I wear my heart on my sleeve; I knew you were right immediately. I had the same strong reaction as Abby described when you roughed me up. It was all I could do to keep from jerking off while waiting for Abby's text.? I look at him, slap at his balls, and say ?That's right kid, don't forget who's in charge.? He grins broadly and I roll over and climb on top of both of them, kissing Abby and then adjusting to allow Billy to join in the kiss.