Sexual Paybac Loan Forgiveness #1

Sexual Payback for Loan Forgiveness #1

Money for Sex. Sex for money. Never borrow money unless you can afford to repay it.

Sex with my MILF of a mother, my bitch of a big sister, my beautiful aunt, my sexy cousin, and my best friend's, hot wife.

It all started out with me being a numbers nerd. I could memorize numbers, multiple, add, subtract, and divide huge numbers and analyze statistics in my head while holding a conversation. It was as if I had two brains. Suffice to say, I was good with numbers.

My talent for numbers translated into me being a shrewd investor, I've always been smart with my money. My family and friends are spenders, not me. Contrary to them, I'm quite the saver. Even though I can afford an expensive car, a mansion, a yacht, and a plane, I don't have any of those things. Hidden away, I live in my high rise condo high above the noise of the city and the maddening crowd.

Unattached and unencumbered, I live alone so that I can think with a clear head. No wife to spend my money. No girlfriend enticing me to travel. No friends to waste my money on strip clubs and champagne. I'm a boring man with a plan. My plan is to be a billionaire. Money is everything to me. The more money that I have, the more money that I want.

Gifted in that way, I have a talent for making investments at the most opportune time. I save my money to have it on hand when I happen upon a worthwhile investment. Be it in the stock market, buying bargain real estate, or giving an entrepreneur seed money for capital to help with a startup business, I'm always there to take advantage of a money making investment opportunity.

Something that too many investors don't realize, you can't make real money unless you are willing to lose your investment. Yet, it's less of a gamble if the research is properly done and the numbers are fully analyzed. Thinking of all that could go wrong, I'd rather miss the investment opportunity than to make a stupid mistake.

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Because I'm a wealthy investor and a generous person, seeing the good in everyone, especially in beautiful women, an easy touch, my family, and friends are always asking me for money. Yet, with them simple minded, needing the money to buy a car or for a down payment on a house, instead of using the money to make an investment, they're doomed to work for the rest of their lives. That's the difference between them and me. I don't work. I invest.

Of course, I give them whatever money they need but only after they sign a promissory note to repay me with interest. Adding to my capital, I wouldn't be much of a business man if I didn't expect them to repay me with interest. I really don't care about the money that I loan them, I care more about having something to hold over them. They'll renegotiate when I come calling for repayment of their loans later.

Now, in my case, with me a creative, albeit a perversely perverted person, those indebted to me, and repaying me could return my loan with anything of value. With too many of my relatives and friends unable to pay me back, able to soothe their shame, their embarrassment, and/or their guilty consciences, the repayment of my loans has turned to repayments in sex. After becoming bored with money, sex is a new enticement that keeps me motivated to give, and interested to receive back later. Loaning money now to have sex in the future is a worthwhile investment to me.

I'm no fool. With me always having ulterior motives when lending someone money, I make it a practice to loan money to the women that I have a sexual interest in wanting to see them without their clothes and bedding. A great way for me to get my foot in their bedroom doors, I love it when beautiful women ask me to loan them money and then are unable to repay me what they owe. Renegotiating their payment, we're able to agree to a different repayment arrangement that is consensual to both parties.

Of course, not taking chances to ruin my public image, whenever money and sex is involved, I have them sign an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement. Not wanting to publicly embarrass anyone, I don't want anyone knowing the pervert that I am and the whores that they are. By threatening to sue them in civil court should they disclose our personal, sexual agreement, the women that I bed don't want it known that they had sex with me for money. Not that I'm a bad looking man, I'm not. I'm quite good looking, if I say so myself.

While I watched everyone buying new homes, new cars, and taking vacations, it was time for them to cough up the money that they owed me, and make good on their loans. It was time for me to collect and ask them all to repay their loans with interest. Honestly, I didn't need the money. Admittedly, I needed the sex. Typically, when smaller amounts of principle are involved, fifty-thousand-dollars or less, depending on the woman, I'd much rather have sex than money.

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My dad wanted to name me Kingsley. With us from Boston, some-thing that he never could aspire to, he dreamt of me attending Harvard. With Harvard enrolling students from all over the world, he thought how cool would that be for my fellow classmates to believe that I was the king of some foreign country. My mother didn't want me to be named King and/or Kingsley. She quickly squashed my dad's idea of giving me a royal, first name.

Then, when he toured Vanderbilt's 70 room, 13 acre, five storied cottage, the Breakers', in Newport, Rhode Island, he was so taken with the owner that he named me Cornelius after Cornelius Vanderbilt, nicknamed The Commodore. An American business magnate, my name is Cornelius but everyone calls me Connie, those familiar with Vanderbilt's nickname call me The Commodore. Even my mother calls me Connie. If Mr. Vanderbilt was alive today, with his extensive holdings in railroads and shipping, he'd be the 2nd richest person in the world with a 185-billion-dollar mega fortune.

Fulfilling my father's dream by attending Harvard, I'm a 25-year-old, self-made millionaire on my way to becoming a billionaire. I have a master's degree in finance from Harvard University. Able to pay my own tuition, something that I'm proud of doing, I made my first million dollars by the age of 18-years-old, in my senior year in high school.

By the time that I graduated Harvard with my bachelor's degree in business and finance, I was worth twenty-million-dollars. By the time that I graduated Harvard Business School with my master's degree in business and finance, I was worth fifty-million-dollars. By the time that I'm thirty-years-old, with the startup business investments coming to fruition, I should be worth in excess of one-hundred-fifty-million-dollars. With every decade a new investment milestone, it's only up from there.

Now that I have all of the money that I need, with everything in place, and with the money wheel never stop turning; while rolling in even more money, it was time for me to call in my loans. Having planted the seeds of my sexual perversity spread across several women that I wanted to bed, it was time for me to satisfy my sexual fantasies. It was time for me to have sex with those beautiful and sexy women who were unable to pay me the money that they owed but who may agree to pay me with sex.

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"I'm sorry mom but, I need the money that you borrowed from me five years ago returned. You haven't made one payment. You've made no attempt to repay me. The interest has significantly increased the principal amount of the loan. Now, instead of owing me fifty-thousand-dollars, you owe me eighty-thousand-dollars," I said. "I need the money because I have a new investment that I want to make."

My mother, Emma, looked at me with shocked horror while wringing her hands with consternation.

"Oh, my God. Eighty-thousand-dollars? I don't have that kind of money. I'm your mother, Connie," she said.

She looked up at my 6' 4" height with soulful eyes.

"I never expected that you'd ask me for the money back. Besides, you don't need my money, you're rich," she said with hopefulness that I'd forgive her loan.

Looking at me as if she was about to cry, she looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Now that your father is dead and buried, I'm alone. I'm my sole supporter. I can't afford to pay you what I owe. If I could, I would have years ago," she said looking up at me and begging me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes for mercy.

I nodded my head to show her that I understood her inability to repay me. I gave my fifty-two-year-old MILF of a mother a loving smile. Then, I stepped closer and, pressing my torso tight against her, I hugged her. With the scent of her expensive Chanel perfume filling my nose with a floral fragrance, I loved hugging my mother. She was so beautiful. Her shapely body felt so good in my arms.

I truly loved my mother, except not in the way that a son should love his mother. Unashamed and unembarrassed to admit, I love my mother in the way that a man loves a woman. I loaned her the money while knowing that, unless she won the lottery, she could never repay me what she owed me.

Instead, a longshot, something that I wanted from her more than the repayment of my money, I hoped she'd give me sex. I hoped that my mother would give me sex in exchange for the money that she owed me. I'd love to have sex with my MILF of a mother.

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Then, surprising even myself, something that I never did before but have always wanted to do, I leaned down and sexually kissed her on her lips. As if I was dreaming, difficult to wrap my head around, I couldn't believe that I sexually kissed my mother on her lips. Instead of just giving her a peck on the lips, my first time kissing my mother in such a sexual way, I was tempted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. I wondered what she'd do if I stuck my tongue in her mouth.

Then, astonishing me as much she sexually excited me, an unexpected pleasure, instead of pulling away from me, she returned my kiss with her kiss. Seemingly, my MILF of a mother wanted to romantically kiss me as much as I wanted to romantically kiss her. If it wasn't enough that I dared to kiss my mother in such a forbidden, sexual way, I couldn't believe that she kissed me in that same way, too.

Wrapping my long arms around her shapely waist and pulling her closer to me, I hugged her tighter. Wanting her to feel my lustful desire for her, my growing and throbbing, hard erection pressed and pulsated against her soft tummy. Something that I'll be masturbating over later if she doesn't give me sex, her enormous breasts were squished against my muscular chest. I wondered if her nipples were erect. I wondered if her pussy was as moist as my cock was hard.

In the way that I could feel her big breasts, I suspected that my mother could feel my sexual yearning for her when my prick grew bigger and harder. With her not pulling away from me, as if she was my girlfriend, my mistress, my lover, or my wife, she returned my tight hug with her tight hug. Not wanting to let her go, I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to make out with my mother while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes.

Something titillating for me to do, I traced the back of her enormous brassiere with my fingertips. She wore a huge, over-the-shoulder, boulder holder to harness her enormous, double D cup breasts. Wanting to unhook it and remove her blouse along with her bra, I felt the back of her four clasp closure.

Then, with her not stopping me by pushing me away, I slowly slipped my hand down lower behind her to rest it on the top of her shapely ass. My first time feeling my mother's backside, I loved my mother's firm ass as much as I loved her big breasts. Something that continued to throb my cock, I traced the top of her panties through her skirt with my fingertips.

When she didn't wiggle away from me resting my hand on the top of her buttocks, I slowly inched my hand lower. Then, daring myself to do so, my first time feeling my mother's backside, I cupped her shapely ass in my horny hand before squeezing it and patting it. As if it belonged there, her behind felt so good in my horny hands. While imagining her positioned on her bed and on her knees, I imagined fucking my mother from behind.

Unbeknownst to her, with her such a beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman, I've always been sexually attracted to my mother. I lost count how many times I masturbated while imagining her in her sexy nightgowns, in her low-cut bras and bikini panties, topless, and/or naked and her having sex with me. Just a feeling, with my hard, erect prick throbbing against her soft tummy, I suspected she knew what I wanted. I suspected she knew that I wouldn't want the money if she gave me sex, incestuous sex. I wondered if my mother would give me sex for money.

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"It was a loan, mother, and not a gift," I said. "Over the years, I've given you plenty of money and have given you many gifts, but this was money that I needed repaid. I gave you fifty-thousand-dollars as a down payment to buy this house after dad died. You signed a promissory note," I said. "You contractually agreed to repay me with interest."

Seemingly shocked that I asked her for my money back, she looked up at me as if she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry Connie but, I don't have the money to pay you," she said. "Barely surviving on the little that I earn, I work long hours as a legal secretary to make ends meet. Your father left me with a lot of credit card debt to pay. If I don't pay all that he owes, they'll put a lien on my house."

She looked up at me as if she was about to cry again.

"When he wasn't charging tools that he never used and didn't need, he bought guns and ammunition," she said. "Then, he bought that damn boat that blocks the garage."

She looked up at me with hopefulness.

"I could give you his tools, his guns, and his boat as partial payment for your loan," she said.

Showing her that I understood her dilemma, I nodded my head.

"Well, what do you have other than money, tools, guns, and a boat mother," I asked? "Do you have jewelry that I can sell?"

She clutched her chest as if she was about to have a heart attack. She looked up at me aghast with her eyes bugging out of her head and her mouth hanging open.

"No! You mustn't take my jewelry, Connie," she said. "Your father bought that jewelry for me to celebrate our special occasions, birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas."

She looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Now, that he's gone, I can never sell my jewelry. Reminding me of him, it's too precious to me. Selling my jewelry would be like selling my memories," she said while looking as if she was about to cry again.

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Something that I always did and continued doing, I stared at my mother's blouse and bra clad, double D cup tits. She had such enormous breasts. I loved her tits. I've always been fascinated by her big tits. While stroking myself whenever alone in my room, I've always fantasized seeing them, touching them, feeling them, and fondling them while pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples.

"Perhaps, we could come to another repayment arrangement, mother, something agreeable to the both of us," I said.

She looked up at me stunned.

"Another arrangement? I don't understand. What do you mean, Connie," she asked? "What other arrangement?"

Something that I've never done before but couldn't wait to do now, daring myself to do so, I reached out my horny hand and felt my mother's breast through her clothes. Her bra clad breast felt as big as it felt firm in my hand. I couldn't believe that I had the perversity to feel my mother's breast through her clothes.

When she didn't step away, slap my hand, or verbally admonish me, taking that as her silent permission to continue groping her, I felt her other breast with my other hand. Surprising me by her passive complicity, she stared down at my hands feeling her breasts. With her staring up at me with her big, brown eyes bugging out of her head and her beautiful mouth falling open again, she looked down at my hands having my sexual way with her fully clothed breasts.

"Connie. Oh, my God. What are you doing," she asked.

She looked down at my hands groping her breasts before looking up at me?

"Stop that. You mustn't feel mommy's breasts. I'm your mother," she said with indignation. "You're my son," she said with pride.

Again, not stepping back, slapping my hand, or admonishing me, she continued staring at me feeling and squeezing her blouse and bra clad breasts.

"You mustn't feel mommy's tits," she said in a whisper as if talking to herself. "You touching me in such a sexually inappropriate way is wrong."

Yet, with her not even raising her voice, and with her meekly and mildly protesting, she still didn't slap my hands away. While she continued staring down at my hands groping her breasts, she didn't even take a step back from me. Instead, as if she enjoyed me touching her as much as I enjoyed touching her, she allowed me to continue feeling her huge and firm breasts through her blouse and her bra. I loved feeling my mother's enormous tits.

Then, surprising me, something I never expected to see, with her unable to control it, a flash of involuntary, sexual arousal betrayed her face. Instead of breathing through her nose, my mother was breathing through her mouth. Then, as soon as her erect nipples made their big impressions through her clothes, I fingered her big nipples. My mother not only had big tits but also, she had big nipples, too. I loved her big breasts as much as I loved her big nipples.

Again, with her not stopping me, I continued fondling my mother's breasts through her clothes. I continued fingering her erect nipples. I pinched, pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples through her blouse and her bra. I continued groping my mother's breasts while squeezing them through her clothes.

Not stopping me from groping her, she continued staring down at my hands. Seemingly, my mother enjoyed having her breasts felt and her nipples fingered through her clothes as much as I enjoyed feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her clothes. I wondered how far my mother would allow me to go with having my sexual way with her beautiful body.

After the death of my father several years ago, and with her not having a man in her life, undoubtedly, she was just as sexually frustrated as I was horny. Hoping that she would, I suspected that my mother wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Only, not knowing anything sexual about my mother, something that excited me, I wondered if she sucked cock. If she did suck cock, I wondered if she'd blow me. I wondered if she'd not only allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth but also would swallow my cum, too.

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Then, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, she said something that I never expected her to say.

"Connie," she said breathlessly while continuing to stare down at my hands groping her breasts and fingering her nipples. "You're sexually arousing mommy. You're making mommy wet," she said in a whisper. "Oh, my God," she said in a whisper while leaning against me with her hand on my shoulder.

Surprised that she told me that I was sexually arousing her and making her wet, I took that as her invitation to touch and feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother. Again, while daring myself to do so, I reached my horny hand down beneath her short skirt. I lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist. Then, as if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going through my mind, I cupped my mother's pussy through her panties.

As if I owned her cunt, I held her panty clad pussy in the palm of my hand. I continued feeling my mother's cunt through her panties. If it wasn't enough that I felt her fully clothed breasts while fingering her erect nipples through her clothes, I cupped my mother's pussy through her panties. Again, she didn't slap my hand away.