Cloning ethics

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A few weeks after starting my new job in Denver, I met Cheryl. She was ten years older than me, but that didn't matter to us. Her 18-year-old daughter, Teresa, was a clone of her mother, with red hair, beautiful brown eyes, and an outgoing personality that attracted everyone. Cheryl and Teresa were the kind of girls men wanted to hug and make love to the moment they met.

When I first met Teresa, I thought, "Oh my god! She's so cute! I might have picked the wrong girl! How can I feel comfortable around either of them?" She seemed to be looking me up and down that day, which excited me, but I had to forget. I was dating her mom!

We dated for six months when Cheryl had to go to the hospital for "surgery," which she said was a woman's thing, and I didn't ask any more questions. She would be in the hospital for about three days and didn't want Teresa to be alone in the apartment, so she stayed with me in my apartment until Cheryl went home.

The first night, I took Teresa out to dinner, and we went home to watch a movie. It turned out to be boring, so I sat on the floor in front of the TV, flipping through channels looking for something else to watch (this was years ago, before the remote control). Theresa came over and plopped down on the rug next to me, a look of annoyance on her face.

"I know how you feel," I said. "I can't find anything to watch on TV." Theresa sighed. "Turn it off. Let's do something else." I turned off the TV, wondering, "What does she want us to do?" So I looked down at Theresa lying next to me. Her nipples were sticking out of her thin t-shirt, and the way she looked at me seemed to suggest she wanted me to touch her. The conditions were perfect, of course. We were both single; she was a very attractive teenager; we were both single; we had plenty of time to kill, and I think we each wanted some exciting "entertainment time" with each other.

But I'm usually the faithful type, and I thought Theresa was a great temptation, but also as my girlfriend's daughter. She was an unassuming person.

After studying her lovely face and body, I said, "So what do you want us to do tonight?" She said somewhat fidgetily, "I don't know. Can't you think of something we could do?" She looked at me with those big brown eyes, and I only knew what she was implying, and I wasn't going to go there.

I lay on the rug beside her, propped on one elbow, stroking her beautiful red silky hair with my fingers. “You know, Teresa, you’re a lovely girl, and this is a very tempting setting for me… maybe for both of us. But I have a date with your mother, so nothing’s going to happen between us tonight.” She looked disappointed and said, “I think I understand. I’m going to get some sleep.” “Okay. Goodnight. See you tomorrow morning.” I gave Teresa my king-size bed and slept on the sofa. Now that I was single, I didn’t have any extra blankets, so I had to use my coat for warmth.

I turned over around eleven and was almost asleep when I heard Teresa kneeling beside the sofa next to me and whispering, “Ken. Are you awake?” “Yes. What’s up, Teresa?”

“I know you’re not comfortable or warm sitting on this sofa. Why don’t you come in and sleep with me?

The bed is big, the electric blanket is warm, and I didn’t know you were there.” “I didn’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Why not? I won’t attack you, and Mom won’t have to know.” I really thought it was a good idea, but that was my hormones telling me what to do. If I touched Theresa, she'd be in trouble.

"Oh, please!" she pleaded. "I find it amusing to see you sitting on the couch all by yourself. Please." She didn't seem to be trying to seduce me, so I said, "Okay, I agree, but you have to stand by your bed." "I promise."

"Okay," I said finally, and we went to sleep together.

Around 2 a.m., I felt Theresa hug me. I was sleeping with my back to her, so she put her hands on my arms and then on my chest. I was stunned, but curious about what she would do next, so I pretended to be asleep.

Five minutes later, she slowly moved her hands to my stomach and hugged me tighter. That's when I "woke up.

" "Theresa! What are you doing?"

"I like hugging. You're so warm."

"What do you usually do at night when no man is around?"

"I hug my mom."

Shocked, I turned to face Theresa.

"You slept with your mother?"

"Sometimes. Not often."

I turned around. "Okay, you shouldn't be hugging me."

"Please, Ken," she pleaded.

"I promise I'll only hug, and I'll never tell Mom."

"Okay... okay. Go to sleep now."

"Okay."

At six o'clock, my alarm went off, and Theresa was still clinging to my back, her hands on my stomach. She kept her promise. Good girl!

As I started getting ready for work, Theresa stretched and said, "Hmm. I slept very well." "Good! I need to get ready for work." "I hope you didn't. I love hugging you."

I got up.

"See you this afternoon, Theresa."

"Okay," she turned over and went back to sleep.

As I was about to leave for work, Theresa came up behind me, put her arms around my waist, and gave me a long hug.

"Goodbye, Ken. Have a nice day. I love sleeping with you." "See you tonight, Theresa." **********

The next night was pretty much the same. I woke up around two o'clock, and Theresa was hugging me. This time, however, I was lying on my back, and she rested her head on my shoulder, her hands on my chest. I was just a normal person, so I pulled her closer with my arms, making her moan and draw her closer to me. Her hair brushed against my face and smelled wonderful; her soft, girlish body felt sacred.

"Teresa, this isn't a good idea."

"Why not? I know you like hugging as much as I do." "That's not what I said, you know." "Okay. So, I like you. What should I do... ignore you?" "I don't know, Teresa, but this could get very dangerous." She looked up into my eyes, her face almost touching mine. "Do you really think so?" "Yes, I know." "Good to know," she replied, slowly sliding her hand from my stomach to my crotch.

I quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Teresa! Stop!"

She paused for a few seconds, then pushed her hand further down until it reached the jagged bulge in my shorts.

"Okay, okay. What's that?"

"Teresa." We shouldn't do this.

"Despite what I said, my resistance vanished completely.

'Your tough guy says something completely different.'

Her face was still close to mine, so she pushed forward, and our lips met for the first time, like an electric shock through our bodies. We kissed each other passionately, our tongues locked. Teresa moaned as she arched her legs against mine, rubbing my cock against my boxer shorts.

'Damn it,' I said to myself as I rolled over on top of her.

She spread her legs, accepting my left leg, a bulge between them. I pressed my cock hard against her wet crotch, and she pushed back.

'Teresa, this is going to get us both into a lot of trouble.'

'I won't tell Mom. You won't, will you?'"

I didn't answer; let my next move answer me. I reached out, and with her help, pulled off the t-shirt that completely covered her head. It was then that I was delighted to discover she wasn't wearing anything.

I kissed her body, lingering for a few minutes on her perfect C-cup breasts. Teresa had a rare type of breast, with huge, prominent areolas about a quarter the size of her nipples. Her nipples protruded proudly from my mouth, and seemed to grow even larger as I sucked and played with them. With every movement I made, Teresa began to moan, her hips pressing against mine, begging for more attention.

I kissed her, all the way down to her navel, inserting my tongue deep inside and sucking saliva from it. Teresa moaned loudly, making her stomach churn at my tongue. As I caressed her perfect, girlish figure, her hips arched against my chest.

"Oh, Ken. I want you so badly!" She put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards her waiting, aching vulva. When I arrived, the bed was wet and dripping with juice, and I wanted to make sure my tongue could lick up as much as possible.

I circled her swollen labia a couple of times with my tongue, scattering her juices around them. Then I slipped my tongue into Teresa's virgin nest, and she cried out, "Oh, God!" She trembled all over.

"I want you inside me. Take me away! I want to give you my virginity. Fuck you." Teresa pleaded with me again and again to take her away, to fuck you, to take her virginity. I was too excited to wait any longer. Seeing that she was fully lubricated, I put my hands under her knees and pushed her legs up, then down beside her shoulders. Her small body was so supple, so eager, and I felt I could do anything to her without her protesting.

In that position, her vulva was open, staring at me, just waiting for me to enter for the first time. I got up and placed myself on top of her hungry body, my eight-inch hard cock ready to fuck the target it saw below.

"I want to taste you first," Teresa said. "Before you do me, I want to touch your cock in my mouth. I've never had cock before. Let me suck on it first." I spread her legs and straddled her chest, her firm breasts pressed between my thighs. I grabbed her hair with one hand and leaned forward with the other, guiding my panting, throbbing cock toward Teresa's waiting mouth.

"Tell me what to do. I don't want to do anything wrong."

"Just take a deep breath, don't let your teeth touch it. Use your tongue when you kiss me." Teresa began her first blowjob, and I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. As soon as the head went in, she covered it with her lips and began to suck, as if it were a giant straw and the reward was a vanilla milkshake. She moved her tongue up and down, inserting it into its wide slit.

"Mmm, I like this. Does it feel good?" Teresa whispered, glancing up at me.

"That felt amazing, Teresa! Are you sure you've never done this before?" "Yes. But I have a girlfriend." She stopped talking and kept pushing with the head of my cock, wanting to shove it all the way into her warm mouth.

I grabbed her head with my hand and pulled it up, slowly pushing my cock into her mouth.

"Mmm!" she answered in surprise, but didn't resist. I slowly fucked her virgin mouth, and she sucked on it, smearing saliva on it. As I slowly pushed in, I could feel her throat open, accepting my penis.

"Agh!" Teresa choked when my cock hit the back of her throat.

"I'm sorry. I'm captivated by you, I want to be completely drawn to your mouth." "It's okay. I want to take it all in. I just need to practice. Try again." Before I could try again, Teresa lifted her head, trying to shove my cock into her throat... She grabbed it all the way, eight inches at a time! A few seconds later, she let it pull back a little and giggled.

I did it! I did a deep throat for you!

“You did it, and you didn’t vomit!”

She shoved my cock down her throat again and started rocking it up and down, fucking her throat with my cock.

“Teresa, you have to stop now, or I can’t fuck you.” “But I want you to spit in my mouth. I want to feel it, taste it. I want your cum. Please!” I didn’t answer and started shoving it into her mouth. Each thrust made my cock rub against the back of her throat, and she would groan. With each thrust, her nose would touch my stomach, and I would put it there and twist my hips to add a few centimeters of depth.

Teresa never vomited again. She quickly learned to blowjob; she learned to give me everything a man wanted.

"Oh, Teresa! I'm ready." Teresa could only shove my cock deep into her mouth, groaning in agreement. My testicles became tight and heavy, and I could feel my prostate tensing as I prepared to ejaculate.

And then it was like that. Just as I pushed all the way down, my semen exploded into Teresa's throat.

Feeling my hot breath spray out of her throat made her cough and gag, but she still managed to suck up every drop I gave her. When my cock finally spat out the creamy reward, Teresa slowly let it slide out of her mouth and laughed.

"Oh, I love it, Ken. I think I've always wanted to feel a cock spurt out of my mouth." "Okay, my cock is yours now, you can drink whatever you want." "What about Mom?" I'd have to think about it.

"I don't know, Teresa. I just don't know."

"I want you to fuck me right now. I'm so excited, I can't take it anymore." Suddenly realizing she hadn't reached orgasm yet, I quickly moved back, burying my face in her wet clitoris and using my tongue to push her clitoris to a thunderous climax. Her juices splattered on my face, running down her buttocks onto the sheets. Her orgasm was so intense, it aroused me again.

I said, "Trissa, I'm ready to fuck you now, take you all the way." "Oh, I want you too. Fuck me, take my cherries. My body belongs to you." Once again, like before, I put her legs on my knees and pushed her onto the bed beside her shoulders. She was folded in two, exposed to my cock and whatever I wanted to do to her.

As the head of my cock entered her wet folds, Terissa groaned loudly, "Mmm. Do this to me, Ken. I'll come." I felt the resistance of her hymen as I slowly inserted my hard penis into her. I pulled back and pushed in again.

"Mmm. You feel so good! I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I'm so glad you're my first." I thought it was time, so I slowly thrust into Terissa's warm, wet vagina one last time.

"Oh! You did it, didn't you?"

"Yes. Are you alright?"

"Yes. Not bad. Keep fucking me. The pain is going away." Now that Trisha was being violated, I let go of her legs, straddled her, one hand under her ass, the other on top of her head, grabbing a handful of her soft red hair. Then I prepared to fuck her like a teenager being fucked for the first time... slowly, for a long time, hard, until she reached at least two orgasms.

As I slowly thrust into her, Trisha said, "Oh God, you feel so good! Don't stop making love to me like this!" I established a slow and steady rhythm of thrusting, which seemed to drive Trisha crazy. As I pumped her with increasing speed and depth, she arched her back to meet my thrusts and wrapped her legs around my waist, helping me hold onto my body.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! This is so good! I'm Camin! I'm Camin!" Teresa's first orgasm was the feeling of a man's cock deep inside her, and she clearly enjoyed it. A few minutes later, her body began to tremble, and she started gurgling again: "I'm coming again! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I couldn't hold back any longer and soon thrust my thing deep into Teresa's virgin pussy, a warm teenage kitten that had never felt a cock or felt hot before.

I was excited and wanted to hold her all night.

**********

Considering I was dating her mother, Teresa and I continued to make love as frequently as possible. I could tell she was jealous, especially when Cheryl and I were going on a long weekend.

“I want to go to the mountains with you too. I really want to see Estes Park.” “I know, darling. I want to take you somewhere else too. I wish we could just leave and never come back.” “If you leave like this, will you and Mom make love often?”

“Only once or twice. Unlike you. You’re young and eager to try everything. Your mom isn’t like that.

She’s always self-centered and never takes any risks in bed.”

“Hmm… I still don’t like it.”

When her mom goes to the grocery store or gets her hair done, Teresa and I have to reluctantly accept it. She likes me to lift her up from behind the kitchen table. She gets excited because her mom eats at that table every night, and she doesn’t know how many times I’ve made love to her there. She only likes to wear a long t-shirt in the apartment, and as soon as Cheryl steps out the door, I grab her, pull her into the kitchen, and make her bend over and lie on the table.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she’ll whimper, slowly pulling her t-shirt up to her waist, revealing her perfect round buttocks and shaved pubic area.

"I've never been fucked before, so don't hurt me."

"I won't. Just lie there and cooperate."

I'll kneel down and lick her genitals until she moans and is well-lubricated, then I'll stand up and slowly, steadily push my hard cock onto her.

"Oh, Ken, that feels good! I think I like sex."

I'll grab her shoulders and slam her down so hard that the table will hit the wall, leaving some scratches that I'll have to clean up later.

"I'm Camin! I'm Camin!" she'll yell. Teresa's orgasm comes quickly. Her clitoris is so exposed that I saw her reach orgasm just by crossing and swinging her legs while watching TV. She'll close her eyes, rest her head on the sofa, bite her lip, and enjoy a quiet orgasm that her mother never knows about.

But she'll make sure I know I'm watching her.

She likes teasing me like that. She must be the sexiest teenager in the world! She tries to keep herself excited all the time in case we're together, I can fuck her... I can do it a few times a week.

One time, the three of us were in the pool, and I knew Theresa was hot and ready. I knew she'd been rubbing her clitoris to get aroused and was planning something, anything, to leave me alone and get me to fuck her. She seemed to live for those stolen moments with me.

When Cheryl said she had to go fill up her car, Theresa and I quickly looked at each other and said we might just stay in the pool for a bit. As

soon as Cheryl left, Theresa pulled down her bikini bottoms, walked over to me, turned around, and pushed her bare ass against my crotch, which was already filled with my swollen cock.

I whispered to Theresa, "We can't do this here! There are too many people, and Cheryl might come back before she leaves." "Okay, where then? I want you; I need you in my heart right now!" "I have an idea. Why don't we make love in the elevator? I'll set the alarm so it stops between floors. If we're both quick, no one will have time to respond." "Oh, that sounds interesting!" We headed straight for the elevator. Theresa pulled over in a terry cloth, and we took off our bikinis as soon as we got in. I pressed the "seven" button, and when we were between the sixth and seventh floors, I pressed the "emergency" button. The elevator stopped immediately, and a bell rang somewhere in the distance.

Theresa parked the car on the side of the road, leaned against the elevator wall, and waited for me to pick her up from behind. Just thinking about it made her drenched in sweat, and so did I. I quickly pushed my panting cock onto her, and she threw her head back, moaning, "Mmm. Oh, Ken, you feel so bad!" In less than a minute, we were both ready to climax.

"I'm Camin! I'm Camin! Sex! Mmm!"

As Theresa reached her beautiful climax, I started shooting deep inside her. We had to hurry, so I got out of the car as soon as I was done, my cum dripping onto the marble floor of the elevator. I immediately got off the elevator and pressed the emergency button for the seventh floor. Nobody knows what we did. Thank God, there were no cameras in the elevator!

“Oh, this is so much fun, Ken. It’s a perfect place, let’s hurry!” “If we do this all the time, they’ll shut down the elevator for maintenance, and I don’t want to go up and down seven floors while they’re doing that.” But by now, Theresa’s favorite thing to do is have me stand in front of the big glass sliding doors to the balcony, and she kneels down and blows me. She knows there might be someone watching us from the building across the yard, and she’s really into it. When she does that, I leave quickly.

**********

When Cheryl’s company transferred her to the Orlando office, I naturally agreed to drive her there.

It was probably a three or four-day drive, and I didn’t want the two of them driving alone. They packed up all their stuff and left, her car was full of luggage, and we left with Theresa in the back seat.

This move meant the end of my relationship with Cheryl and Theresa, and I wasn’t happy about it, nor was Theresa. Cheryl, on the other hand, seemed quite happy about it. We talked, and she said our relationship seemed to have reached a plateau and there wouldn’t be any further progress. I had to agree. (Of course, she knew nothing about Theresa and me.) Theresa wasn’t a happy camper.

“I can’t go to Florida, Ken! What will I do without you? You’re so important to me!” “I know Theresa. You’re important to me. But what can we do? Tell your mom you want to stay here with me? I don’t think so.” “If I can last this long without you, maybe I can come a few times a year.” “It’s a plan, but not a good one.” ************

This was our first stop on the road, and Cheryl was the last one to shower before bed. That was the plan we both had, so when we heard the shower curtain close, Theresa spread her legs, and I jumped between them, licking her labia and rotating her clitoris with my tongue until she was close to orgasm. Then I quickly stepped forward and thrust my cock deep into her, then sucked her until she quickly orgasmed. I had to cover her mouth with my hand to suppress her ecstatic screams. While I was still hard, she sucked my cock into her mouth, licking and licking until it went soft.

Thank goodness Cheryl took a long shower!

We repeated these rapid movements every night on the road until we reached Orlando. After that, we were all in the same motel room, and the routine changed.

We found them an apartment, and I flew back to Denver, leaving my dear Teresa behind. She had become so special to me that I didn't realize how special she was until I thought of her on the plane. She gave me her virginity; mine was her first cock; she gave me her first blowjob; we slept together for four nights while her mother was in the hospital. I already miss her warm body

.

For months, Teresa and I had been calling each other on the days her mother went to work. She always called payphones so Cheryl wouldn't have a call record on her bill. But we knew we couldn't live like that. We had to be together. So, one day Teresa told her mother the news.

"Mom, we have to talk."

"Okay."

"No, really. Come sit down."

"This must be serious."

"Yes." Teresa took a deep breath and began.

"Mom, Ken and I have been having an affair since you were hospitalized." She paused, letting the impact on her mother.

“Oh, I know, Theresa. I always do! Did you two think I couldn’t see your eyes?

Did you think I didn’t know I came here every night while you were showering? When did you know I took such long showers? I gave you time to make love twice!”

“Mom! I can’t believe you knew and didn’t say anything!” “Listen, Theresa. Ken is a great man, and you couldn’t choose a better man to introduce you to sex and love. I’m so happy for you both. Ken and I have never been a good match, but you two seem to be, so go for him. I wish you all the best.” “Mom, this is incredible! I can’t believe you!” She cried, realizing what her mother had done for her; how she had ignored what was happening between them, letting them fall in love.

Cheryl and Theresa hugged each other, the mother and daughter crying happily. They had always been close, but this brought them even closer.

"Why don't you call Ken now, tell him everything, and then you'll take the next plane to see him?" "Really, Mom? Can I do that?"

"Yes. Go ahead. Call him right now. It's only seven o'clock outside." "Thank you, Mom." ************

After living together for six months, Theresa and I decided to get married. Her mother came and took her away. It was incredible that she was there when I married Cheryl's daughter.

That was four years ago, just after Theresa gave birth to our son, Ken. We spent all our free time in Colorado, visiting the tourist destinations Theresa had always wanted to go.

[The End]

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