Ml Rmmate Wntd, $200/mo., Mst Fk

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Incest, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Lactation, Water Sports, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Marie advertises for a male roommate. She reports progess to her parents daily.

Dear reader,

This story shares a title with another story posted by SOL author, Wayne Gibbous. He and I decided to take a single title for a story, each write independently, he from a male point of view, me from the female. That was it. No other input or direction.

Your enjoyment, we hope, will come from discovering the paths we each took, starting with just the title only and developing our own separate stories and conclusions.

We have turned off the voting for these two stories to prevent either one of us from gloating over the other or causing major depression.

Wayne and I hope you enjoy our attempt to provide a little change of pace and look forward to hearing any comments you might have. We've enjoyed it and now hope you do, as well. maryjane

MONDAY

The Bluetooth is a marvelous invention for the modern woman. Once she gets past the weird looks she receives as she walks down the street seemingly talking to herself, it is quite useful. She can carry on a phone conversation while cooking, cleaning, surfing the net, even driving. What's more, for those of my ilk — for surely I'm not the only one — she can do those things while having phone sex or talking to Daddy. Which in my case is essentially the same thing. As we spoke, I was laying naked on my bed. My left hand was twisting a nipple while my right hand was buried where Daddy's cock and/or tongue belongs.

OK, so I sound like a horny slut but who ever said that a wet snatch has to be monocockamous? Of course there's no such word, but as long as you understand what I'm trying to say, does it matter?

I'm Maria, a healthy twenty-two year old blonde. Let's just say that most guys wish that they were old enough or young enough for me to let them into my panties. I came to New York to make it as a model. I can do cosmetics, lingerie and even runway. I'm still doing interviewing, though most of the interviews have been on someone's casting couch. Not that I mind that part of it very much, the fucking part, but I'm not really crazy about putting out for an old guy. Except for Daddy, of course. Yes, a lot of them can hold out all night but far too many of them are worn out after one cum.

"Well Daddy, how do you like the wording of my ad?...

The $200 is just an eye catcher. Of course there are no apartments to share in New York for that price, not ever a park bench. The money doesn't matter anyway, not since Grandpa left us so much...

I put the number in because I figured that most readers would notice a number before they read the words and such a low number would definitely keep them going until they absorbed the 'must fuck'...

No, you can't answer the ad. Mom would kill us both. Besides, you live thousands of miles from here. Your partner wouldn't give you that much time off...

Neither would his wife!...

Oh, you didn't think that Mom ever told me all about her? You don't remember that we agreed that all three of us would tell the others about any action we got outside the house?...

Anyway, the other cock-crazy cunts in this building would devour you, they wouldn't leave you any energy for me. Or any of your tasty cum.

"Listen, Daddy, you know that I just live for cock, that yours wasn't the only one keeping me happy before I moved here. And I'm not looking for anybody to marry, or even be monogamous with...

Whomever I select will be free to fuck anyone he wants to, as will I...

All I'm looking for is someone to get me off when I need it, without having to go to some bar and bring back some stranger...

Yes, I know, Daddy, I'll never find any guy who can take care of a woman the way that you do, but unless you take a ton of little blue pills, your cock is not going to stretch out a couple of thousand miles to me here in New York.

"What's that funny breathing, Daddy? Are you exercising Super-Cock? Does he miss me?...

Ooh, thank you, Daddy. Would that big fella like some inspiration from me?...

Oh no, it's my pleasure...

Come here, my beautiful fuck toy...

Would you like Maria's hands on you?...

Ooh, you feel so hot. That must mean that my hands feel cold to you. Sorry about that...

Aah, you feel so silky smooth and sooooo hard...

If only I could reach through this telephone and kiss your pretty slit...

Is he starting to drool his pre-cum, Daddy?...

Does he like what I'm doing? Do you like what I'm doing, Daddy?...

Yes, I wish I was right there with you. Then Super-Cock would get more than just my hands working on him. He feels so good to me, I miss him so much.

"He's getting close, you say?...

No, no, Daddy, don't waste your cum in a tissue. I want you to get that mug you and Mom had made, the one with the picture of me in my Girl Scout uniform. Like the picture mugs that you had made every year with some picture of me. You remember that Girl Scout picture, don't you?...

Right, that was the night, the very first night you spent in the bed with me. And Mom waiting patiently in your room for you to finish with me and go take care of her.

"Tell me, Daddy, no fibs now. Was Mom telling the truth when she said that you tripped on the top step and came crashing in through my door, or was it her idea? Or your idea?...

Jeez, I was so embarrassed when the two of you caught me with that vibrator stuck up inside me. And when she told you to stay there and teach me some stuff. I mean, even though I was still a virgin, my cherry was long gone...

Well, you know that I had some experience sucking cock, and I thought that I was pretty good at it, but you really taught me how to do it right...

"What do you say, Super-Cock? Would you like my other hand to play with the twins while my right hand is stroking you?...

Of course I know you love it, you always did when I was living at home...

Does Mom do that when she's taking care of Daddy?...

How about his girlfriend?...

Oh, I forgot that it was a multiple choice question. Like I really didn't know, ha ha ... Does Mom know about them all?...

Well, how many lovers does she have?...

Jeez, you two are such sex maniacs...

No, there's nothing wrong with that.

"Is my fuck toy getting close, Daddy? Is he getting close to filling up that cup with my picture on it?...

Silly, I know that he won't fill it, that's just a figure of speech...

Come on, Super-Cock, let it go. Cum baby, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum! Aah, I can hear him unload his tasty sauce.

"Now drink it down, Daddy. I know you love it ... Just kiss my face on the cup and drink down that beautiful cream. Oh shit, I wish it was me drinking it down. OK Daddy, I have to go now. Tell Mom I love her, and make sure you tell her how well I took care of you...

I love you too, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

TUESDAY

"Hi Daddy. Are you ready to hear about my first roommate interview?...

Why don't you put Mom on? Then you won't have to repeat it all to her...

Where is she?...

Jack? As in her Uncle Jack?...

Jeez, I thought that he was over the hill...

With me he can't keep it up anymore, and he can't take any of those pills because of his blood pressure medication...

The only way I could ever take care of him was with a straight blow job and a prostate exam, and even that took forever...

Yes, it was fun anyway, even if he left me kind of hung out to dry.

"Anyway, let me tell you about last night...

His name was Hank. He was the first one to call. What I'm doing is talking to them over the phone, making sure that English is their native language...

No, silly, you know I'm not prejudiced, but if I'm going to be fucking a guy regularly, it'd be nice to be able to understand him when he speaks. Then, if he sounds intelligent, I have him email me a photo, just to make sure that he's not as big as a sumo wrestler...

No, I don't ask for a picture of his schlong. That wouldn't tell me anything except maybe his size, and then I'd turn him down because he wouldn't look as big as that Super-Cock dangling down between your legs. But you already know that I've done plenty of guys smaller than you down there.

"Well, Hank was a nice enough guy, good looking and well educated...

Forget the size of his cock, you dirty old man...

Yes, there was enough for him to take care of me, but let me tell it my way...

Thank you. We had dinner in Soho."

Like most cities, New York is really a collection of many small villages. It has Greenwich Village, for 'village people', Soho and Noho for upwardly mobile twenty-somethings. For the unfamiliar, the initials mean South of Houston Street and North of Houston. For the truly unfamiliar, the street is pronounced like House-ton, not the long Yous-ton sound of that place in Texas. We have the Upper East Side, for those with real money, and the Upper West Side, the sides being of Central Park, a place for fun and for raping joggers. That last is why I never go through Central Park except inside a taxi.

"The dinner of course was different. Unlike the usual date, where the guy is all tensed up wondering if he's going to get laid before the night is over, here the problem with Hank was that he knew, of a virtual certainty, that he would be getting his rocks off but he wasn't sure whether or not his performance would gain him acceptance into my apartment sharing deal. So on the one hand he was suave, still in seduction mode, and on the other hand he was very solicitous, as a wannabe roommate should be...

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