My Mother May and My Cousin Ben.

[thingshappen]

please update this story as well if you are free, Thanks bro!!

[pyrokinets]

Originally Posted by thingshappen

please update this story as well if you are free, Thanks bro!!

LOL. Won't you guys get confused with the storylines? Since, you know, there is another May in the other story?

[DDAMn]

Doesn' matter which may both may makes my cock stand like a piling tower.damnn my fiance going to take urgent leave tomororow hehehehehe....

[maddog_mlvn]

TS, who care abt many May there is, to me as long as the writer is good and the story is spicy, interesting, most important let my imagination run wild. I really dun care, thks for the interesting story to pass my boring working hrs.

[scooby1]

no worries bro... like what the other bro has said, the reader here will not get confused, just keep it coming. all of us here like your story

[honeypig13]

Nice nice pls continue

[pyrokinets]

Daniel’s POV:

Working for a living sucks assssss. I can’t imagine doing this when I’m all grown up. I don’t know when Vivian came up with this venture, but the shop was all renovated and rearing to go when we were called in to work the afternoon shift. It wouldn’t be so bad if Ben was not in on the job as well, but when my father got wind of the operation, he insisted Ben start working as well.

Now everyday after school Vivian would pick us four from school to bring to her shop. It was a soft opening, so we only opened until 7 in the evening. Not that it mattered. Business was slow. It was fine in the beginning. Then one asshole showed up, ordered a latte, sat in a corner and hogged all the internet bandwidth for a week, most probably by downloading torrents. Customers began requesting we reset the routers over and over until many finally got the message and stopped showing up.

The peak period for us would be around 5pm every other day when Vivian’s friends and acquaintances would show up for their post Pilates coffee. My mother would be one of them. She seemed genuinely concerned by how badly we were doing.

I, Ben, Adam, and Jason actually couldn’t care less. We were bored out of our minds. The faster this coffee shop meets the dust, the sooner I can return to my carefree life.

Since I was inherently less sociable, It was inevitable that Adam and Jason ended up chatting with Ben more often. They warmed up to him quickly enough. After a few days, I caught them huddled in a corner perusing something on Ben’s phone. When they saw me, they quickly straightened up and acted like they were up to nothing.

What the fuck?

It was a while later I overheard them talking when I was around a corner and out of sight.

“So... how do you do it?” Asked Jason.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked back.

“You know...” Adam said. “Get women to have sex with you.”

“Aiya. Hard to explain. Just pay more attention to them and the rest will come naturally.”

“Come on. That’s bullshit.”

“Hey, If you can get them to smile, you’re already half way there.”

“What we mean is how do we get them to change their minds?”

“About what?”

“Having sex with us.”

“Why would they need to change their minds? You got to get this straight. Women love to have sex too. They’re like you, constantly wondering how to get into your pants.”

“Yeah right.”

“Dude, I’m serious. Take your Aunt Vivian for example. She’s horny as hell.”

“Bullshit.”

“Not Bullshitting. Look at her running up and down, left and right, fetching you to school and back, opening and running a coffee shop, busy like hell.”

“Yeah. Busy like hell, where got time to think about sex?”

“Dude. She’s keeping herself busy precisely because she’s bored and horny. I’d bet my left nut that her husband isn’t satisfying her at home.”

I peeked around the corner and caught Adam and Jason glancing at each other, their eyes seeped with understanding.

“Makes sense...” Adam said.

“What does?” Ben asked.

Jason replied him, “Uncle Tim (Vivian’s husband) works for some engineering company. He often travels a lot. He’s on a trip right now. Will be back a month later I think.”

“There you go,” Ben replied, nodding sagely. “She’s not getting any back home. This is your chance you know?”

“Huh?” Adam and Jason said in unison.

“This is your chance to seduce your aunty.”

“Wha...” Adam was appalled. “No lah... Dude, she’s our aunt.”

“Eh, sorry. It’s just that from the way you guys keep checking her out behind her back, I was under the impression you guys are in love with her or something.”

At that moment, the brothers’ faces grew deep red.

“Aha! I knew it,” Ben exclaimed.

“Not like that la...” Jason said shyly. “We just think Aunty Vivian is really hot.”

Ben shrugged. “Well whatever. Right now your biggest obstacle is to get her to see you as more than just little boys. Get her to associate you with sex and her own imagination will do the rest.”

“How do we do that?” asked Adam.

“Get creative la. You need to expand effort on your part too.”

Ben walked away, leaving the brothers to crack their heads and hatch a plan.


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Meanwhile...

After clearing her desk, Florence gathered her things and stood up. Peter, her husband, whose desk was across the faculty room from hers saw her and signaled her to come to him.

“Going back liao?” He asked her as she approached. His eyes gave her a once over, enjoying the sight of her luscious slim curves under her tight mid-length skirt.

“Yes dear. I don’t have afternoon classes today. Thinking of going back and rest. I’ll pick you up after work.”

“Okay...” Peter replied. He playfully reached out to touch her butt.

“Wei, people see!” Florence said with a giggle. She quickly stepped back away from his reach.

“You look good today.”

“What do you mean? I dress like this every day.”

“Come let me have a closer look at you.”

“You ah... Not here. Wait until tonight can or not?”

“Then you better be ready tonight. You’ve been teasing me all morning.”

“Hmm? Really? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Florence said as she bit her lower lip mischievously.

She headed for the exit, feeling her husband’s eyes on her until she stepped out of the door. It had been a good week for them both. When Ben stopped seeing her, a week ago, she had turned to her husband to quench her inflamed sexual desires. They made love almost every night for the past week.

Florence didn’t know why Ben suddenly lost interest in her. She was disturbed as much as she was relieved that he did. She had been desperate to end the affair anyway, but every time Ben came to see her, they ended up fucking each other’s brains out instead of breaking things off.

Perhaps this was for the best, she thought to herself as she walked up to her car. She had just slipped into the driver’s seat when her phone buzzed in her handbag. She took it out and saw that she had received a message from a phone-number she did not recognize. Instinctively, she opened the message.

What she saw shocked her to the core. Contained in the message was several pictures of her and Ben in the midst of an illicit encounter. The picture showed her in various stages of undress as she let Ben use her to sate his lust in the counseling room.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

With trembling fingers, she scrolled through the pictures until she got to the text message.

‘Come to Block F now or I put these pictures online.’

Block F was the unused building behind the school. Florence knew she had no choice.

[scooby1]

Welcome back bro... keep it going.. wanting to find out more ...

[aishiteruz]

welcome back ! have been waiting for ages for the continuation

[pyrokinets]

Florence had never realized how deserted the back of the school complex was. The classrooms of block F were choke full of dusty desks and chairs, many of which were broken or inadequate for use in some way. She walked past the first two classrooms, glancing nervously through several broken windows in search for whoever might be responsible for the damning pictures of her and her nephew.

As she approached the flight of stairs, her phone which she had been tightly gripping buzzed with a newly received message.

'Middle classroom. Top floor,' it read.

Her heart pounded against her chest as she slowly climbed up the stairs. She felt like she was having a panic attack.

The classroom in question was tightly closed off. The windows were still in good condition and the doors were shut. Florence's hands trembled as she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. Swallowing her fear, she opened the door.

The desks and chairs inside the classroom had been stacked high against the wall and windows, giving way to a large clearing in the middle of the room. Cigarette butts littered the floor along with plenty of balled up tissues. The smell of sex was as prominent as the stench of burnt tobacco. In the middle of the room, there was a single student desk and a chair. There was no one around.

Florence noticed that there were several items on the desk. After a short pause, she entered the room to take a closer look. Panic gripped her once more when she saw four set of metal handcuffs laid out neatly on the desk and two long and thin pink dildos, a smaller egg shaped vibrator, and a sleep mask arranged beside each other on the chair.

She froze, not knowing what to do until another message arrived.

'Strip and put on each handcuffs around each of your wrists and ankles.'

'Please don't make me do this,' she messaged back.

'I'm not fucking around. Never make me ask you twice.'

Seeing no other alternative, Florence sobbed and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Even as she shook with fear, she realized her pussy was growing wet. Oh God, what is wrong with me, she wondered.

Her dark red nipples stiffened when exposed. She felt her heart race faster with each click of the handcuffs around her limbs. When she had done as the message had instructed, she stood there stupidly for several minutes until the next message arrived.

'Are you done?'

'Yes' she replied the message.

'You better not be lying or this school is going to have the biggest scandal it has ever seen.'

'I've done as you asked.'

'We'll see. Put on the blindfold and bend over the desk. Don't move until I tell you to or there will be hell to pay.'

Florence sobbed again when she read that. After she had somewhat calmed down, she did as instructed. Her heart was beating like crazy. Since she could no longer see a thing after donning the sleep mask, she pricked her ears to the sounds of her surroundings.

She picked up the footsteps first, approaching her softly from the direction of the door. She heard him carefully circle around the desk. Her ears burned with embarrassment of her naked body.

She felt a light tug on a cuff around her ankles and heard the click of it locking. The cuff on her other leg followed. The person had cuffed her ankles to the metal legs of the desk.

"Reach your hands down the table," the person commanded.

Her heart sank when she didn't recognize his voice. Up till now, she had been holding on to a small hope that it was Ben playing a prank on her. She let her hands hang from the top of the desk and felt the other ends of the cuffs around them clicking as they locked around the desk legs.

She was now fully bound over the desk, her head over one edge and her shapely butt bared from the other. The person came up to her front and adjusted the sleep mask on her eyes. She could hear his excitement in his own ragged breathing.

"Okay, let us begin," the person mysteriously said. "State your name, your age, and your occupation."

Florence was surprised at the request but complied quickly. "M-my name is Florence. F-florence Teo. I am 34 years old. I am a teacher."

"Should a teacher seduce her own student?" The voice asked.

"No. I-I didn't."

She heard the sharp smack echo through the room even before she was aware of the stinging pain on her right ass cheek. It hurt terribly, so much so that she knew he must be using a cane or something.

"Answer my question you slut."

"No. No a teacher shouldn't."

"Did you seduce your student?"

"No..." She replied.

Piak!

"Argh... Please," Florence whimpered.

Piak!

"Oh, Ow!"

Piak!

"Don't lie to me. Never lie to me," The person growled.

"I-I'm sorry..." Florence replied tearfully. "Yes, yes, I seduced him."

"I thought so. Can't be helped because you're just a helpless slut. Isn't that right?"

"No..."

Piak!

"You still want to deny? How many times did you do it with him?"

"Please... I don't know."

Piak! Piak! Piak!

"Owww! Please stop..."

Piak! Piak! Piak!

"T-t-ten times. Maybe more..." She gasped.

"Ten? That's very bad. I'm going to punish you for it Miss Florence," He said.

"Oh God. Please, no more."

She felt him press something long and hard on her left untouched butt cheek. Inwardly she was relieved that he was sparing her right one which was very sore and burning hot.

"Three stokes for each time you were bad," he said.

Florence began to cry.

"I want you to count each stroke to three. After every third stroke, I will stop for five seconds and you must declare that you've been a bad slut and you must thank me and ask me to continue with the punishment. Every time you fail to do this, I will add another three strokes to your punishment total."

Florence whimpered and braced herself.

Piak! "Ah!" Piak! "Oh!" Piak!

"I-I-I've been a very bad slut. T-thank you for punishing me. Please continue..."

Piak! Piak! Piak!

"I'm a bad slut. Thank you for the punishment. Please continue with the punishment."

And so it went on until Florence had taken 30 lashes to her left butt cheek. In the end she was panting, covered in a sheen of sweat, with copious juices running down her legs. She shuddered when she felt his fingers prodding her wet vagina.

"You're wet. Your cunt is even redder than your ass by now. What's the meaning of this?" He asked.

"I'm sorry..." Florence whimpered. Her face grew hotter than it already was with embarrassment.

"Can't be helped. Of course a slut like you has a slutty pussy. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I have a slutty pussy."

"Does your slutty pussy want to get fucked?"

Florence hesitated.

Piak!

"Ah! Yes! My slutty pussy wants to get fucked," she cried.

"Of course it does. It wants a big hard cock, isn't that right?"

"Yes..."

"Beg me for my cock you slut. Beg me like you mean it."

"P-please. Please, I need your cock."

"Eh? Why should I give it to you?"

"Please, I need it. I need it in my pussy. Please give it to me," she said, panting hard.

Even though she was being forced to say these things, it wasn't completely false. Florence's body was burning hot with arousal. Her pussy throbbed badly with need. She had stopped wondering why she was being turned on by this person's abuse and started to surrender to her lust.

"Please fuck my slutty pussy. Please!" She begged hotly.

"I don't just fuck any skank I come across. I only fuck sluts who are my personal property. Is that what you're asking? You want to be my personal slut? Miss Florence?"

"Yes... Yes, make me your slut."

"As my slut, you must swear never to disobey me."

"I... I swear."

"You are never to let anyone use your slut-holes without my permission."

"Yes... I won't"

"Your body belongs exclusively to me."

"My body belongs to you," Florence said, panting hard.

"Okay. You can be my slut. I am you Master. You're still not getting my cock for free though."

Florence felt something hot and hard smack on her face. It smelt of masculine sweat and sex.

"Suck you master's cock, slut. Make sure you do a good job."

No sooner than florence had opened her mouth, she felt something pushed into her mouth. Her heart raced when she felt how thick it was. She proceeded to suck on it.

The person began running his fingers through her hair as she tried to bob her head to move her lips along his cock. It wasn't easy given her restrained position, and her neck quickly became sore. The person became impatient. Grabbing her by her hair, he began fucking her mouth.

He came several minutes later. Florence managed to swallow some, but spilled most of his thick, hot cum on to the floor.

"That was a pretty lousy blowjob," the person said.

Florence panted to catch her breath. She wondered what would come next. After a brief pause, she felt something prodding her sensitive pussy lips. Caught off guard, she moaned. Something long and hard was pushed inside her pussy. Thanks to the copious amount of juices she was leaking, it slid in easily. Florence immediately noticed that it was not as thick as the cock that had just blew a load in her mouth. Then she remembered the dildos she had seen on the chair.

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The person fucked her slow with the toy, causing her to grind her butt, trying to hump back.

"You want to cum slut?" He asked.

"Yes... Yes please," she said.

"Beg for it."

"Please make me cum. Please..."

"Beg like the slut you are."

"Oh please. My slutty pussy needs to cum. Please make your slut cum. Please make your slut cum."

The man grunted with satisfaction and began pumping the dildo in and out of her red engorged pussy at a higher pace and force. Florence lost herself in moaning and squealing until she successfully achieved a shuddering orgasm.

Florence lost track of time and her orgasms as the person continued to torture her with the dildos and vibrator. He used her mouth another three times along the way to sate his own lust.

When it finally ended, Florence lay there wheezing and basking in the glow of satisfaction for some time.

"Don't move until I am gone," the person said.

Florence just lay limply over the desk as she felt the cuffs being unlocked. Then she heard the footsteps slowly drift away.

When she was sure the person was gone, she cautiously tried to lift her hands. The cuffs slid off her wrists. She found that her ankles were free too. She weakly struggled to stand up before lifting the sleep mask over her eyes.

The dildos and vibrator were still on the chair and the handcuffs lay on the floor by the table, the keys in their holes. She sat on the edge of the desk in a daze and continued to catch her breath. The buzz of her phone on her pile of clothes caught her attention. She went over to pick it up. It was another message, but it was no longer anonymous. The person must have added himself to her phone's contact list when she was still tied up. The message now showed the sender as 'Master R.'

She opened the message.

'Take good care of your toys, slut. I'll be back to train you some more.'

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