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Introduction:

Well I'm bathed in the afterglow....off to clean up....perhaps you wanna check out how the antagonists ended up.
The morning of Paul's departure had not really gone to plan.

Paul had spent the night with my Mom in her bed. According to him they were mid coitus when the Taxi company had rung his phone asking where he was.

This meant a very expensive phone call to get a later flight leaving at 0940.

The good thing about this was that I got to take him to the airport and also drop Caley off at her apartment.

She lived in a small 2 bedroom place above a locksmith and a 7 Eleven. I had walked her up to her door and shared a nice kiss with her.

The kiss had been interrupted by her flatmate Jenna who had thrown open the door and screamed at Caley about not being in contact since Sunday morning.

The last I saw of her that day was her being dragged through the doorway with shouts about getting to work on time.

Driving to the airport with Paul was just like the arrival 3 days ago. We talked about everything like we were discussing what sandwiches we liked. We both agreed that it had been a crazy weekend but a good one.

At the airport he told me to use the drop off only parks. We hugged like guys usually do and made plans to Skype or call. Apparently it was my turn to head down to his place next he had said with a smirk on his face.

And then he was gone. The airport doors closed behind him and according to a flight tracking app his flight took off 7 minutes late.

The next year flew by..

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My next filming project kicked off shortly after 'the weekend'. It was a big production with a big budget starring big names. My relaxed days had turned into 14 and 15 hour slogs. I was travelling to locations and different studios pretty much 3 or 4 times a week and even had to spend 5 weeks in southern Africa. Post production was even tougher. Re-shoots were ordered.

The big news though was that due to the re-shoots being huge, I was given the control of a whole unit. That meant huge responsibility and a huge pay increase....like 5 times what I was originally earning.

Once the film was in the can I took some time off. The production house paid me and I looked in awe as my bank balance shot up. My 270 grand suddenly became 410 grand after 4 months work.

The film was a huge success on its release. I got to go to the premier night and even got interviewed!

My reputation soared after that. In the space of 3 months I was a Unit Producer and had an offer on the table to taking a role in setting up a new production house. It wasn't going to happen for a while - but it was exciting that I was in on the ground floor.

Nearing Christmas I was finally moving out of my pool apartment and into my own place. I was lucky that a few people in the industry had great contacts in the real estate market which meant I get a little preferential treatment. I ended up getting a nice 3 bedroom villa about a 10 minute drive from where my parents used to live.

It came with a nice pool area that looked out over the plains and afforded me some privacy. I was driving a nice car and spending time with good, creative people.

But during all this upheaval and success I still found time for the people who shaped me in that crazy weekend.

I visited Paul just after the film wrapped. I was down with him for 4 nights spending time with some old friends and Paul's family.

His Mother lived up to her promise of entertaining me....many times. In fact I spent almost every night in her bed. The sex with her was outrageous. She let me fuck her whenever I wanted. I lost count after the first few times. Against the fridge, up on the counters, watching TV, in the car, at the dinner table, in their pool, beside their pool. Just us, a threesome with her, me and Paul, a foursome with her, me, Paul and Paul's girlfriend.

The only disappointment was that Paul's Sister had moved out and was living with her boyfriend.

The one amazing thing that happened though was Paul and I finally getting the chance to have sex with each other.

It took us about 5 minutes from when he showed me my room that I'd be staying in (supposed to be staying in) to us being naked in bed together. It felt fantastic to feel him again. I prided myself on my blowjobs now and made sure I gave him my best efforts.

But oddly it didn't feel like I thought it would. I expected Paul and I to have a real connection but it never eventuated. Don't get me wrong, the physical stuff felt great. But it didn't feel different.

I had learnt how to prepare for male on male sex and I made sure that Paul and I tried it all.

But even when Paul was fucking me I didn't feel that spark that I thought would exist between me and him. As his cock thrust into me I remember feeling a little.....disappointed?

I think he felt it too. I guess we were both expecting fireworks.

After we had finished I stood in the shower knowing that we probably would never be together like that again....at least by ourselves. Sure - threesomes and maybe wanking each other if we happened to be horny at the same time. But probably never trying to make love again.

It started that weekend off on a sad note but Paul's Mom certainly made up for it.

She was inventive and had very few boundaries. She welcomed me into the house with a hug that turned into a make out session with Paul watching.

From there it was a blur of sex.

She kept coming up with crazy ideas.....she wanted to speak to my Mom (who she hadn't really spoken to since we moved away). We arranged a Skype call. During the call she told my Mom to get into something sexy. Mom was a little confused but she eventually got into a set of underwear. We ended up putting on a fairly explicit show for her which was enthusiastically received.

Paul's girlfriend Katie was not what I expected. She was pretty, tall and skinny with long blonde hair and freckles. She was friendly but rather outspoken and dare I say......loud?

She had an insatiable appetite for sex. On the morning I met her it was obvious that her and Paul had just had sex. Her hair was all over the place and her cheeks were rosy red.

One night they both took great pride in showing me their sex tape collection. Katie would only let us watch them if we were naked so there was no point in hiding my arousal when I saw her riding Paul on their big screen TV.

That night ended with all three of us fucking our way around their apartment.

Although it was fun I wasn't a fan of Katie as a sex partner. She was a bit to aggressive for my liking and (perhaps I had been spoiled) not great at giving blow jobs.

But Paul seemed besotted with her and it was really nice to see him so happy.

When I returned from my 4 nights I was glad of a few nights of quiet.

The main dark cloud hanging over my year was Caley.

For the couple of weeks after we met we were inseperable. She practically lived at my apartment.

The sex between us was fantastic and the time we weren't naked was fufilling and fun. I introduced her to some of my friends who took to her and welcomed her with open arms.

We talked about my upcoming schedule with work and we worked out a plan to make sure we had time together.

Then I got busy.

Then she got busy.

She rarely stayed at mine. We occasionally managed a cup of coffee together or perhaps even a date night. But the times were fleeting. The most painful thing about all of this is that I knew I was in love with her.

Then the arguments started.

Silly little things that really shouldn't have mattered.

"You didn't text me."

"Why don't you want to go to my friend's birthday party?"

"Why do we always have to stay at your place?"

Things that only mattered because it seemed like the only way of assuring communication between us.

One night after a terse conversation at a cafe I went back to the studio to work on some stuff.

My phone beeped with an incoming text from Caley.

- Can u call me URGENT Cx

I huffed and sighed. Caley was great at texting me first as Directors and Producers HATE phones ringing on set or in the studio.

I had called her and was a bit shocked at how rude my voice sounded when I asked her 'what did she want'.

All I could hear was sobbing.

Caley's Father had been walking home from his office when a drunk driver had lost control of their car and plowed into him. He was killed instantly.

I took some time off and was with her for the funeral and the next few days afterwards. It was the day after the funeral that she let me know that she had been offered a permanent position in a city 6 hours away by plane.

We both knew it was over.

The night before she left we had sex for the last time. I knew that we were saying goodbye, but I also knew that we were making love. It was slow and tender. It was like we were trying our best to remember every detail about each other so that neither of us would forget.

When we said our final goodbye's I stood and waved as the taxi took her to the airport.

I sent her a text - I will miss you and I will always love you xxx

I went to my house and cried. I felt that I had lost my best friend and my first true love.

But life carried on. Work kicked back in and soon my mind was full of tracking shots, personnel logistics and distribution issues.

Just over a year later I would receive an email from Caley. She had had the surgery and was now a fully fledged woman. She had met a guy and was moving in with him. Apparently he was really nice and that if I met him I would really like him.

Bullshit - I hated him. I was gutted.

But through all of this my Mom had been a constant.

The couple of days after Paul had left had been a little strained. Mom wasn't sure what to make of the weekend. She had felt guilty for cheating on my Dad. She had felt guilty for being inappropriate with me.

I spoke with her a couple of times but it usually ended with her excusing herself and crying in her room.

But it all changed when my Dad finally got home.

He arrived home with very little warning. Just a phone call to let us know he was on his way in the limo. He literally stepped through the door and commented on how the place could do with a tidy up and that'd he get a maid in if my Mom was struggling.

We were having dinner one night when he announced that he and Mom would be having an early night.

This was his very clever code for sex.

I had whispered to Mom while he was clearing away the scraps of food if she was OK. She quietly told me to come down to her room in 15 minutes.

My Dad had led my Mom down the hallway and into their room. I had excused myself telling them I was going to my pool house.

5 minutes later I was tiptoeing down the hallway towards the sound of my parents 'love making'.

The doorway had been left ajar. I could see my Dad's bare arse moving methodically up and down. They were fucking in the missionary position. My Mom's legs were pulled up with her feet hanging in the air.

I could hear my Dad's gruff grunts. My Mom was putting on a decent enough show of enjoying herself. But her gaze was often up at the ceiling. She had caught my eye and stared at me as my Dad persevered with his monotonous humping.

I showed her through the gap in the door that I was hard.

Once she had seen this she started to groan....she had looked directly at me and moaned 'Fuck me....I want you to fuck me.'

My Dad, thinking this was directed at him, came in a series of 3 or 4 grunts. He'd collapsed on top of her as she stroked his back and thanked him for such a lovely time.

He had slowly got up and hopped off the bed. He turned a little and I saw his droopy spent cock....and a condom! I couldn't believe it....he was wearing a condom!

He stretched a little and muttered something about having a shower.

My Mom just lay there.

He closed the shower door.

I walked into the room, took off my shorts and fucked her.

The whole time I could hear my Dad humming away. Occasionally he'd even called out to her about things he needed to know or tell her.

When I came she made sure that I came in her mouth.

I walked out and back to my apartment.

A few hours later she knocked on my bedroom door and told me that she had open mouth kissed him. I'm sure he would have been horrified if he had known that moments before, my cock had been launching wave after wave of warm cum into her mouth.

We fucked again and 2 nights later my Dad was away on business again.

For the next few weeks myself, Caley and Mom had enjoyed each other immensely.

Often all 3 of us would sleep in the same bed.

The sex would be outstanding.

This continued until mine and Caley's busy lives caught up with us.

Once the filming began I had little time for all night sex sessions.

With Caley heading over less and less I occasionally had sex with Mom while watching TV or when we had dinner by ourselves.

But soon even that became a rarity.

My Mom and Dad separated while I was away in South Africa.

They both knew that the marriage was over. My Dad had apparently told her that he was seeing someone from the office but it wasn't serious.

Mom was upset, but mainly because her life was going to change dramatically.

Just before I got my own place Dad announced that he had sold our house. My Mom had done well out of the divorce. She had enough to buy herself a nice 2 bedroom place in a new development that sat inside the grounds of a golf course.

Dad moved permanently into the city into a penthouse apartment with his new girlfriend. I went around one night for dinner. The girlfriend was about 25 years old and thick as shit. She looked hot.....really hot. But she was gold digging. I can't imagine why else a sexy 25 year old would be hanging around with my millionaire Dad? I made sure I was very pleasant to her and complimented her every chance I got.

My Dad was being a prick to my Mom. He was keeping tabs on everything she was doing. He was furious that she had done well out of the divorce. He let slip that he thought my Mom was a gold digger and that she was ungrateful for the life he had given her. I hit the roof. I had a massive argument with him and told him I was finished with him....not that I really had any relationship with him anyway.

He told me to leave.

I did.

I returned the following day with the story that I had left my phone behind. My Dad's girlfriend was the only one there.

I fucked her. I fucked her hard.

She was easy as they come. I went in and apologized for my behaviour. I paid her some more compliments and then made an inappropriate pass at her. I made her think that I was wracked with guilt. She thought giving me a hug would help. I kissed her. She recoiled in shock and then gave in.

She had a smokin' body and fucked like dream. She looked a playboy bunny. Big tits, 6 pack and a cunt that just dripped with lust. I fucked her in every hole. I took video of her sucking my cock, video of her bent over the sofa with my cock fucking her in her pussy and arse. I came in her mouth, cunt and arse. I fucked her in his bed, I fucked her in his shower. Even when he called her on the phone I made sure that I was fingering her. She had a silent orgasm as he droned away on the phone. I made sure I made her cum as much as possible - I bet Dad wasn't giving her that thrill.

The next time we all got together (under the banner of reconciliation) I fucked her in the bathroom. She told me not to cum inside her but I did anyway.

I loved the thought of her heading home in my Dad's car full of my cum.....especially if he fancied getting his wrinkly pole up her!

It was a bit of a nasty period in my life...more than anything I felt bad for the way I treat her....she probably didn't deserve it.

So now life is settling down.

My Mom has a boyfriend. He seems like a nice guy. He owns an IT company that specializes in some fibre optic....um....stuff. My Mom pretty much lives with him now and is crazy happy. She runs a party planners company with a friend of hers. They recently hosted a new Production House's opening night. It was very successful.

The sexual part of out life is on hold for the moment. My Mom needed someone to make her feel loved...she has that now. We still talk almost every day - the most I see her of her now is the texts that she sends me of her in bikini's, underwear and naked. We still like a little bit of naughtiness.

My Dad and his girlfriend are still together. I still fuck her when I get the chance. I've actually grown to like her a little bit more. She's a genuinely nice girl just trying to get out in front of life.

Fuck you Dad!

Paul and his Mom are still in touch with me. They are heading up in a few weeks time....and they're bring his Sister who has recently split from her boyfriend. I'm really not sure how this is going to go.....you see....I'm kinda seeing someone at the moment, and I haven't broached that part of my life with her yet.

She's a nice girl and we have a lot in common.

I had met her before but she had lost my number and changed phones. I don't mean to brag but she's a little bit famous. Have you seen the movie 'Fly Away'? Well she was the lead actress in that....and she recently starred with Channing Tatum in the wildly successful 'On the Tides'.........oh........she fucks like a wildcat.
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