CircusOfTheDogs
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When I was in college, I still lived at home. I was dating a cute Christian girl who wouldn’t do anything besides kiss and sometimes oral for me but no oral to her…don’t ask, illogical reasons there. My neighbor, she was a beautiful older married woman with two daughters and a son a little younger than me. I started to hook up with one daughter, she was a freshman in college, secretly in my garage…we had an alleyway garage and she’d sneak over at night because she was also dating someone and a youth leader in her church Sunday school…so appearances and all. One night, I caught the mom masterbating in her bedroom because my bedroom window faced hers…she didn’t see me. I got the sense from their marriage and things the daughter said that the husband was a dick and no love/sex happening there. After that, every time I had sex with the daughter, I couldn’t help but pretend it was her mother and I came harder every time after that. The daughter would tell me afterwards there was something so raw and powerful suddenly in the sex and I just said it was because we were finding our groove, but it really was because of her mom. At a neighborhood party, I got a good buzz going and hit on the mom, implying heavily that I was down to fuck around. She denied me, but I could tell it was a struggle for her to say no. After that, the mom would still talk to me and I could tell she wanted it but just couldn’t allow it. To make an already long story as short as I can, over the years I ended up hooking up with both daughters and even the son one night, all through random situations and all separately (they were all legal age and sex was 1 on 1, no group incest stuff). But they never once seemed to ask or care if I had hooked up with the other. But their mother, fucking haunts me still. I hooked up with all her kids, all secretly doing it because of religious issues and whatnot, and yet I never got to be with the mother and that’s who I really wanted.
