Chris looked out the window of the plane as it circled around the medium-sized midwestern city that he called home. He took a deep breath and enjoyed thinking about absolutely nothing. He was not the type that generally took much time just to do nothing. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was so beat, and longed to have nothing on his mind for a few days. Fortunately, thats all there was to do at home.
For his whole life Chris had moved from one goal to the next, tackling every obstacle with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of energy. He worked hard in high school to get into a good college, and he worked hard in college to get into a good law school. And after three years of law school, he studied hard to pass the bar. His hard work had been rewarded. He had a great job lined up in New York. Fortunately, he had almost two months off before he was scheduled to start working. He was glad. Unlike many other law students, who took the opportunity to go visit exotic places, Chris was in no mood for adventure. He was perfectly content to go home and worry about nothing except baseball and reading some good fiction.
Chris got off the plane and walked down the corridor to meet his mother, Sandy. As he picked her out of the crowd he was filled with warm feelings. Her smiling face showed that she was also quite looking forward to seeing her only son. Chris noticed that Sandy was wearing a white tanktop tshirt, tucked into black shorts shorts. Chris was well aware that his mother was a very attractive woman. She was about five and a half feet tall and she had strawberry blonde hair. She also had fairly large breasts, which he sometimes imagined would be slightly more than a handful. She also kept herself in great shape. As a result, she had always been able to wear summer clothes to great effect. Even pushing 50 years of age, she had a flat tummy and her legs looked like she was in her 20s.
Chris embraced his mother, feeling her soft breasts crush against his chest through her bra. She pecked him briefly on the lips and took his hand as they walked to the baggage. They chatted easily, and Chris could feel the tension accumulated over the summer of intense studying start to slip away in the presence of his mother. He felt nothing but comfortable with her, and he was certainly glad to be home.
They drove home with the windows down, letting the air cool them instead of using the AC. It was about 80 degrees and sunny - a beautiful day in late July. Chris took in the familiar sights as they drove along. In addition to the parks and schools, Chris' attention was drawn to his mother's cleavage. His eyes were initially drawn by the glint of the simple gold cross that his mother always wore. It settled nicely just where the clefts of her breasts began to rise. His eyes followed the inviting lines to take in the three inches of exposed flesh. He appreciated the way they shook slightly, with the bouncing of the car. He tried to be careful not to stare too much, but he was out of practice and his mind was not sharp. Her eyes caught his as he drew them away from her chest. He caught the beginnings of the smile on her lips as she refocused her eyes on the road. Chris chided himself silently and tried to keep his eyes off of his gorgeous mother. But he couldn't help himself and with one last peek at her chest he thought he saw her nipples beginning to poke through her bra and tshirt. He started to harden at the thought of it.
When they got home, his mother opened the door to their big, empty house. His sister still lived in the city, but she attended college and lived apart from his parents. Chris' figured his father was still at work, unable to enjoy the wonderful summer weather.
"Why don't you take your stuff upstairs and get relaxed. I'm gonna start on dinner," Sandy suggested.
Nodding in appreciation, Chris hauled his bags up the stairs. Reaching his childhood room, he lay down on the bed and let the happy thoughts associated with home spill through his head. He loved it here, what with the big midwestern rooms and large yard of their corner suburban lot. He let some of the good memories of his childhood wash over him. Strangely, he found himself thinking about his mother. He recalled an image of her wearing a white bikini at the beach, and how he had watched a bead of sweat trickle from her collarbone down into the depths of her cleavage. Or the time he was burying her in the sand and he was able to make out the outline of her vagina lips through her bikini bottoms. Or how she looked with her breasts bouncing in her sports bra as she jogged around the block.
Chris quickly opened his eyes and adjusted his hard cock so it didn't show. Where were these thoughts coming from? He had nothing but respect for his mother, and he had always appreciated her beauty in what he thought was a platonic way. Why did he have these memories of her pussy lips or her bouncing breasts now? He didn't remember thinking about her in a sexy way when he first observed these images. But there was no doubt he was thinking of her in a sexy way right now. Maybe I'm just stressed and happy to be home, he thought. He also noted that he hadn't had an orgasm in quite a while, and he hadn't gotten laid in even more than a while. The stress of passing the bar had put getting some action on the back burner. All that saved up sexual energy must just be coming out now that I'm done, and my mom was the first woman I saw, he told himself.
But a part of Chris' mind told him that his rationalizations were just that. His balls were tingling and the tip of his cock was extremely sensitive. He brushed his hand over his penis and felt it respond. He considered having a jerk, but he decided against it. He enjoyed the feeling of sexual energy, but even more than that, he liked how exciting he found these newfound thoughts about his mother. Part of his mind told him that he shouldn't be thinking about her body. But a much deeper part of him was thrilled by the new and taboo subject matter.
Without thinking too much more, Chris jumped up off the bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He found his mom at the sink, peeling carrots for a salad. Her butt wiggled as she made the effort to scrape the carrots clean. As she whipped around to greet him, Chris quickly moved his eyes away from her butt and he smiled at her somewhat awkwardly. He had never had to think so much about not oggling his mother. But as he moved to meet her gaze, a feeling of ecstacy swept through his body - she looked absolutely gorgeous. The rich, muted light of the summer evening streamed through the window behind her highlighting her beautiful features and reddish-gold hair in a way that melted Chris' insides. The moment seemed to resist the movement of time. Chris was overwhelmed by the feelings he held for this woman, feelings that he had always held deep inside, but which were now pouring through the barriers of his consciousness.
"How about a beer?" Sandy asked, breaking through the transcendent moment and bringing Chris back to reality.
Realizing that he was standing with his mouth agape, Chris moved to compose himself.
"Sure mom. I'd love a beer," Sam said, noticing that his mother had a glass of wine going. He didn't remember her drinking very much, and thought that this must be a new habit.
As Sandy bent down to grab a bottle from the lowest shelf in the fridge, Chris did not miss the opportunity to watch her shorts ride up into the crack of her butt, exposing her long and firm thighs all the way to their nexus. Chris' cock was at full attention. His whole body seemed to be infused with sexual energy, coursing outwards from his cock. Never in his life had he felt so alive with sexual energy. Unfortunately, he didn't have anywhere to release his sexual frenzy for the next couple of months. But if his subconscious were speaking, it would say that there was only one object for his growing passion, and she stood only feet away from him.
Chris sat back and chatted lightly with Sandy as she continued to prepare dinner. He filled her in on his life and she listened with interest as she continued to prepare dinner. The beer felt good, and he loved hanging out with his mom. The growing realization of his mom's sexuality added to the pleasantness of his surroundings. Each movement she made in the kitchen brought new sexual thoughts into Chris' mind. She was preparing hamburgers to cook on their patio grill, and Chris was admiring her legs as they tensed while she formed the patties.
Just then, the phone rang and Chris moved to answer it. It was his father, Rob. Chris was glad to hear his voice, but he was not as upset as he might have been at his father's news that he would be staying late at the office. After catching up some, Chris left his dad to his work and hung up the phone.
Sandy, having heard one side of the conversation said "I'm sorry your father can't make it home tonight. At least Diane will be here so your homecoming isn't just you and me." Chris didn't think homecoming alone with his mother sounded bad at all, but he was looking forward to seeing his sister.
Chris then went outside and started up the grill. He was glad his parents kept a charcoal grill instead of a gas one. He liked the ritual of getting it started and the smell of the coals, not to mention the taste of good outdoor barbecue food. He used an electric starter and piled the coals around it so they would begin to brun. Then he went back inside and found his mom sitting at the table. She had refilled her wine glass, and he decided to get another beer. He suggested that they go outside and enjoy the evening while the grill heated up.
Sandy and Chris sat down in the chaises longues on their patio and appreciated the gorgeous evening weather. There were few bugs, it was a perfect temperature and the neighborhood was alive with the sounds of kids playing and adults gathering in their yards.
"BethAnn looks like she's pregnant again" said Sandy, nodding across the street at a woman who was watching as three young children were racing around on skateboards.
"What is that number four for her?"
"Yah, and she's not even Catholic like we are" said his mom. Chris had never considered his parents views on birth control. They were hardly strictly religious, although they did attend Church every week.
"Hah - I bet you and dad would've had more than two if you were strict Catholics!" Chris replied.
"Just what are you suggesting young man? That your pious old mother would commit a sin such as using birth control?" she asked, taking mock offense. Just the idea of his mother talking about sex had Chris rock hard. His body pulsed with sexual energy. He wanted to keep on the subject of sex.
Chris turned to look at her and joked, "I have no doubt you are as pure as the Virgin Mary, dear sweet mother." Her legs were drawn up against her, holding a pose that showed the back of her legs all the way up to the start of her butt. He pretended not to look.
"No way man - the Virgin Mary missed out on the fun part." Chris couldn't believe they were directly talking about sex. They had never done so before. He wanted his mother to show him her fun parts, and in only half a day that desire had come to consume him.
"But only twice, right? And definitely only for propagation." Chris said.
Sandy stood up, and leaned over Chris as he sat in his chair. Her necklace dangled tantalizingly between her breasts, which he could clearly see as they sat cupped in her bra. She touched his nose playfully, locked eyes with him, and with a sly little smile, she said in a husky voice, "twice that you know of." Sandy then turned her back to him and walked bouncily over to check the grill.
Chris, for the second time that day, was speechless, barely able to deal with the intensity of feeling he had for his beautiful mother. He sat on the chair with a dumb look on his face, coming to grips with the way his mother was seemingly flirting with him. He could not recall any other time when she had so brazenly revealed her tits to his view.
Snapping out of his reverie, Chris heard a crash followed by his mother screaming "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Shit!" Chris snapped out of his reverie at the sound of his mom's high pitched, ear-piercing scream and use of a curse word. The whole neighborhood turned its attention to the patio.
Not used to dealing with grills, Sandy had caught her leg on the cord of the electric coal starter as she walked towards the grill. She had tripped on the cord and as she fell the red-hot piece of metal was pulled from beneath the coals and landed on the back of Sandy's arm and her back causing a nasty burn and singing her shirt black where it touched.
Chris quickly jumped to action. He grabbed his mom and led her inside to the sink, where they ran cold water over her burn as best they could. It was hard to reach that part of her arm and water splashed everywhere, getting Sandy's shirt quite wet. Chris gave up and prepared an ice pack to place on the wound, worried as he watched her fight away the pain with a grimace. After a few minutes the pain started to subside and Sandy started to feel more embarrassment at her clumsiness.
Meanwhile, Chris was entranced with the new views of his mother. To better place the ice pack Sandy pulled the singed strap to her tshirt and bra over her shoulder. Chris noticed the area around the burn was red, but it didn't look too serious. He also took the opportunity to take in his mom's breasts, which were clearly outlined against her wet tshirt. Her right breast was partially exposed as the held her tshirt away from her skin in the back. Chris could not help but take in the gorgeous sight of his mother's partially exposed breasts. As Sandy turned to ask for his help Chris quickly averted his eyes.
"I need to get this thing off" she said. It took a brief moment for Chris to understand. When he grasped her request he tried to conceal his excitement.
"Sure mom, here" he said, as he moved towards her.
She grabbed the bottom of the shirt with her left hand and Chris took hold of the other side and they lifted it over her head. She stood in the kitched, clad only in her bra, with only one strap holding her bra on. She was flushed and uncomfortable so Chris did not want to take advantage of looking at her charms. But he couldn't help it and kept sneaking glimpses of her mostly exposed bosom.
"Surely you know how to work one of these" said Sandy. She was holding the strap away from her burned arm and shoulder with her left hand and she couldn't reach the bra clasp with her right hand. Chris realized she wanted to take her bra off as well. Just the thought sent waves of pleasure from the bottom of his spine through his whole body.
Chris' hands shook as he reached out and tried to undo the bra. He never thought he would be taking off his own mother's bra. He fumbled under the pressure of the situation. He didn't want to tug on it any more than necessary to unclasp it, but he couldn't quite get it unhooked. His mom let loose a bit of a chuckle at their situation, easing the tension and allowing Chris to finally unhooked her bra. When she had eased it off and over her shoulder she turned to face her son. He made no effort to look away from her beautiful orbs. Her nipples sat on ample aureolas, which were flushed a dark pink. Sandy's ample tits swayed gently in front of her only son. There was some sag to her breasts, but they still somehow pointed upwards. Chris was transfixed with his mother's display of sexuality. Sandy tossed the bra at her son, saying "here's your prize, big guy" before she pranced up the stairs.
Chris had barely collected his thoughts when he heard his mom call him from upstairs. He went up and opened the door to her bedroom and realized she needed help treating the burn. Of course, she still had no shirt on. Chris could barely believe his luck as he put aloe on his finger tips and gently applied it to her distressed skin. After he had amply covered her burn with the soothing aloe lotion, his mom turned towards him, making no effort to conceal herself and kissed him on his lips. She didn't open her lips, but their lips met for a beat longer than usual.
"Thanks, hon" Sandy said before she moved to her closet. Without asking him to leave, she pulled on a loose-fitting shirt, without a bra. Her shirt was made of silk, probably the lightest fabric she could find in order to not aggravate her burned skin. But the result was a very clear outline of her breasts very well displayed to Chris' view.
Chris had a raging hard-on. Moreover, he felt tingly all over his body. It was all he could do to resist the urge to reach out and stroke his mother's breasts and kiss her soft skin. But instead he resisted. He grabbed her hand and they went downstairs to salvage their coals and cook a late dinner.
When they got downstairs there was a message on Sandy's cell. It was from Diane, saying she wished she could be home to see Chris, but she was struggling with a paper and needed to stay and finish it before the due date.
"Just as well. Not like I was able to cook anything anyways," Sandy said, somewhat discouraged about the failure to make Chris' homecoming dinner special. Of course, it had become special in another way.
Chris poured his mom a big glass of wine and took the burgers out to cook them himself. Neither of them was very hungry but he decided to cook the burgers so they didn't go bad. Meanwhile his mom made a salad for two.
When Chris returned with the burgers, his mom was setting the table, and had lit several candles. The soft light once again made her appear almost otherworldly beautiful. She was also getting slightly flushed by the wine, which she was taking in big gulps in the hopes of diminishing the pain of her burn.
Chris poured himself a glass of wine and sat down. They sat next to each other instead of across from each other and Chris paid more attention to Sandy than the food. Meanwhile, Sandy's inhibitions had dropped considerably, and she seemed to be enjoying this new kind of attention from her son. Chris was also almost painfully aware of her unconstrained breasts and his eyes were drawn to every movement of her prominent nipples beneath her shirt.
Finishing her last bite of hamburger, Sandy turned to Chris and suggested that they open another bottle of wine and move to the other room to watch TV or something. Chris watched her slightly intoxicated steps and followed her to the other room.
"Should we check on your wounds?" he asked.
"Yes. I could probably use another application of aloe" she replied.
Chris went to get the aloe lotion and when he returned he found his mother topless, waiting for him. He was already hard and he did not miss the fact that she noticed his condition.
"Sit behind me here on the couch" she said, as she scooted forward some. As Chris swung his leg over her his cock practically stabbed her in the face, but she barely flinched.
He put aloe on his hands and started to gently apply it to her burns. When he was done, he started to rub her back gently. She sighed and moved forward. As she did, Chris no longer was leaning against the back of the couch and balancing on his feet. Instead, he slid down and his hard cock pressed firmly against the small of her back. There was not much room for his arms so he started rubbing her shoulders and neck. As she responded with oohs and ahs, he started to rub higher on her neck and around her ears and temples. She was obviously enjoying the treatment.
Then, as Chris rubbed her face gently, she leaned back into him. He felt her press with her back against his rigid penis and without a conscious thought his hands fell to her breasts. She sighed. He was in heaven. He oh so gently ran his palms over the nipples, feeling them rise to meet his gentle ministrations. Then he firmly held her breasts in his palms and lifted and squeezed their heft. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and his lips found the sensitive spots between her ear and her neck, kissing and breathing on her as he caressed her body. He reached down and ran his hands slowly down her sides and up again, once again cradling the breasts that were the first thing he knew in this world. He continued rubbing her up and down with his hands, and he rhythmically thrust his cock into her lower back, enjoying the pressure.As he once again moved up her sides, squeezing and kneading her skin with a sort of reverent passion, she grabbed his hands. For the first time, he was seized with doubt. Had she come to her senses? Just as he was about to break the tension with an awkwardly stuttered apology, she started to move his hands back down again. She unbuttoned her shorts and with her hand on the back of his, she moved it towards her sex. As their hands moved downwards together, they passed over a thin layer of pubic hair. Finally, his hand reached her wetness. And Sandy was very wet. She pressed his hand onto her pubis, leaving no doubt what she wanted him to massage next.
He dipped his fingers into her pussy and spread her juices over her outer lips. Then her massaged her vagina up and down, without entering her or touching her clitoris more than briefly. He was driving her wild. Finally he moved his fingers to the cleft of her vagina and directly pressured her clit. She tried her best to muffle the moan as ecstasy shot through every nerve in her body. She orgasmed violently, leaking her juices all over her son's hand and her panties.
Chris continued to touch her, moving towards her opening with his fingers. But before he reached his destination, Sandy flipped over and looked him in his eyes. She kissed him on the mouth. But just a peck, just like always, which made it even sexier. It was a reminder of what they were, and what lines they were crossing. Then she expertly undid her son's trousers and freed his cock.
After the events of the day, it was not going to take much to cause Chris' staff to explode. Sandy's mouth was certainly capable of doing the job. She grasped his cock fully with two hands and put her mouth over the helmet. She tongued around his slit and the sensitive area just beneath it, while she used her hands to rhythmically squeeze his cock. Then, as he started to buck with passion, she pressed her tongue hard against his penis and slid it deep into the back of her mouth. Her throat muscles squeezed his cock as she pressed her face into his pubis, before sliding up again and then back down. By the third stroke, Chris was jettisoning his semen into his mother's mouth.
Sandy was almost overwhelmed with the amount of cum and the force of it splashing against the back of her throat. She tried to stay on his cock with her mouth until he was finished spurting, but her mouth was quickly filling up. She raised up slightly and took a big swallow before she continued to gently coax the cum from her son's cock with her tongue. Finally, after nearly filling her mouth again with his seed, Chris' cock stopped spraying. She swallowed again and pressed her lips to the tip of her son's penis, as she closed her eyes tightly and quickly came to terms with what had happened. She hesitated before lifting her head up to face her son, whom she had just taken to third base.
"Wow" he said. "I guess you're not the Virgin Mary after all" he joked, sensing his mom's hesitation. She moved her face towards his, and put her arm around him, drawing him near. He could smell himself on her breath, but he didn't mind. She looked more beautiful than ever to him right then.
"Nah. That was more of a Mary Magdalene move right there, wasn't it." He snickered at her allusion to Jesus' favorite whore. Then she looked him in the eyes and kissed him like no mother and son should kiss, swirling tongues as they gave each other completely over to one another.
Sandy broke off the kiss, put her feet on the floor and leaned over her son by placing her hands on the back of the couch. In the dim light, Chris looked first at her face and then his gaze traced down her curves all the way down to her unbuttoned shorts. He appreciated every inch of her. She stood there for a moment, appreciating his inspection of her. Then she pushed off the couch and stood in front of him. Sandy shimmied a bit and in an instant she was naked. She lifted one leg up and put her foot down next to her son on the couch, spreading her quim in front of him in the fading light. Chris could smell her sex better than he could see it, but the idea that his mom was presenting her aroused pussy to him immediately reinvigorated his cock.
Sandy grabbed her son's head and pulled him towards her pussy, slowly but inexorably driving him back to his ultimate origin. Chris let her move his head towards her, letting the tractor beam of her pussy pull him closer and closer. When his face approached her quim, he had his tongue out and ready for action. This time he didn't begin with her clitoris, although he knew thats where women like to be licked. Instead, he licked up and down her slit, savoring her oozing sex organ like it was a fine delicacy. His tongue swept in and out and up and down, plumbing the depths of his mother in a way that he never thought possible.
Chris could have feasted on his mother's treasures indefinitely, but she pulled his face, sloppy with puusy juice, away and pushed him back on the couch. She was ready to fuck her own son.
She put her knees on either side of his legs. Her son's cock looked almost unnatural, sticking straight out from his unbuttoned pants and pulsing with what seemed to be its own heartbeat. It was no small thing. Maybe bigger than his father, thought Sandy, and she felt another gush of warmth flood her sexbox. Slowly she lowered herself onto his cock. First she allowed only his head in, twisting her hips so her inner lips brushed over his glans. Then, very slowly, she lowered herself onto his pole. He was very patient. He didn't thrust into her as she might have expected. Instead, he allowed the pleasure and the pressure to slowly increase as her pussy took him deeper and deeper and her pussy muscles started to milk him.
Chris' hands were everywhere. He couldn't get enough. He touched and rubbed and squeezed every part of the mother that had only recently become his ultimate sexual object. He grabbed her ass and pulled and pushed her cheeks together as she rode steadily up and down. Then he rubbed and kneaded up to her breasts which he pushed together to bury his face in her cleavage. Then he grabbed her face. He touched her eyes and her ears. He brushed back her hair with his nails, scratching her scalp in a way that caused her to moan with pleasure. He put his fingers in her mouth and felt her tongue and teeth and lips. All of this Chris did with an urgency, like he was addicted to her skin and every touch brought him unimagined pleasure. All the while, she rode up and down on his cock, causing him to touch her in all the right places. She was somewhat amused by his energetic explorations of her body, and loved the feeling that her body was his playground to explore. Her husband lacked any semblance of Chris' wide-eyed sexual enthusiasm. And from the depths of her pussy she could also tell that her husband lacked the girth and length of Chris' cock. Even in this position, she could feel his cock touching her deeper than she had been tocuhed in a long time.
They lasted for a long time. But soon Chris started to pay less attention to his mom's skin and more attention to thrusting deeply into her vagina. Sandy sensed this and sat all the way down on his cock, keeping him deep within her. She purposefully squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles and let go rhythmically. As she did so, she grabbed his chin like she would have when he was a naughty child, so that he would look her in the eye.
"This is a secret" she said, still squeezing his cock deep in her quim, but betraying no levity.
"Yes mom" replied Chris, although his mind was 90% focused on his cock deep within her.
Then Sandy kissed him deeply, letting her tongue slide around his mouth and sucking his tongue into her own. As she broke the kiss, Sandy started to rise and fall on his cock with pace. As she rose and fell, she could feel her own orgasm approaching and worked his cock against her in a way thats only possible for a woman on top. In that way she timed their orgasms to crash together at the exact same time. He sprayed another significant load into his mother and she leaked her juices all over his lap.
They let the orgasmic bliss subside while their sweaty bodies rested against one another. Then Sandy snapped back to reality, checked the late hour on the clock and jumped off her son's still hard cock. Semen dripped out of her as she stood up.
"Quickly, your father could be home soon."
With that, Sandy gathered her clothes and raced upstairs to take a shower. Chris did the same, but in his own bathroom. About 15 minutes later they were both downstairs in decent nightclothes when they heard Rob pull into the driveway. As her husband parked the car and gathered his things, Sandy reached into Chris' pants and squeezed his cock, nibbled his ear and whispered, "thank you for your help with my owie."
Chris smiled, adjusted himself and then went to hug his father as he entered the house after a long day and night at work.
Chris could sense his father was upset and was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt. He couldn't see his father but he could sense his presence on the other side of the room. He wanted to reach out and see what was wrong, but he couldn't tear himself away from the pleasure. Chris reached down and felt his mother's silky hair, and realized her mouth was the source of his pleasure. He could feel his cock being squeezed, but the feeling was rough and somewhat uncomfortable. He grabbed her hair harder as he approached an orgasm. Then he opened his eyes and realized he had been dreaming.
Tossing the sheet off of himself he saw his boxer shorts were painfully twisted around his raging hard-on. He had woken up right on the verge of orgasm. Chris thought about finishing off with his hand, and he would have, but the events of the previous night flooded into his mind, and he decided to leave himself in a state of heightened sexual excitement.
Chris stayed in bed for a bit and read a magazine. He could hear the sounds of his mom, Sandy, already awake and moving around downstairs. He couldn't wait to go down and see her, and maybe feel her. But he also enjoyed the feeling of having nothing to do and lolling around in bed in the morning. This was what he came home for after all.
After he had paged through an old copy of the New Yorker, Chris headed to the shower. As he got up he marveled at the size of his erection - the after-effect of his dream. Perhaps he was imagining, but he thought he could faintly smell the sex of the night before as he reached down and fondled his cock and balls. Although tempted to go down and see his mom, he decided he didn't want to risk running into his father or sister with a raging hardon.
After showering Chris threw on a loose pair of sweat pants and his longest t-shirt. Such preparations were necessary since his cock just wouldn't quit. All through the shower his cock was pointing straight up and at attention. Getting dressed he pulled his cock up and pulled the elastic strap of his pants over it. Down boy, he thought. With his t-shirt hanging down, nobody could tell he had a boner, hopefully.
Holding back his anticipation at seeing his mother, Chris tried to stay calm as he descended the stairs. In the kitchen he found his mom sitting at the kitchen table. She was still wearing her nightclothes, a purple silk top and matching bottoms. Chris' heart fluttered as he compared the picture of his beautiful mother, who seemed so respectable and demure, with the images of her pushing his cock down her throat and pushing her pussy into his face for him to lick and suck.
"Morning, hon. D'you sleep well?" asked Sandy.
Chris wasn't sure if anyone else was around, so he acted like a normal son. That is, a son that had not fucked his mom the night before. "Yah, it sure is good to be home."
Sandy got off of the stool and stood up, turning to face her son. The top two buttons of her silk nightshirt were undone, exposing her skin and the tops of her cleavage. Her strawberry hair was pulled back in a ponytail, although a few stray hairs escaped, giving her a casually sexy appearance. She smiled warmly at Chris and he could detect a playful twinkle in her eye. "I bet its good to be home" she said, and he did not fail to detect her innuendo.
With that Chris stepped closer to her and dropped his hands to her waist. He could smell the scent of her soap and it was driving him wild. She let him step in towards her, but as he tried to grab for her waist, she twirled around and walked away towards the counter. "What would you like for breakfast?"
By now Chris was pretty sure they were the only two in the house. His mother wouldn't be playing around like she was if his father or sister were around to see. "You," he said. "I want you, mom."
Sandy's heart melted at the earnest expression of desire from her son. She had intended to keep things on the level this morning. After all, Diane would be there in about 30 minutes. But from the moment he entered the kitchen, the way he looked at her had her juices flowing. "What exactly do you want to do with me, darling?"
Chris could sense an opening. "Mom..." he didn't quite know how to say it. "I... I wanna have sex again!" he blurted.
She liked that he didn't mince words. There were no games any more. He wanted her and she wanted him. Sandy could feel the lubrication seeping out of her pussy, probably already coating her lips. Without saying a word, she turned around and put her hands on the counter behind her, exposing her ass to her son. "Well, if that's what my son wants" she said fetchingly. With that, Sandy pushed her ass out invitingly, and looked over her shoulder at her son. She was allowing him to fuck her from behind, right there in the kitchen.
Chris moved into her and hugged her, kissing her neck and taking in her wonderful scent. Sandy let him roam over her upper body with his hands and nuzzle against her neck for a moment. She could feel his cock pressing into her backside. But there were still two sets of clothing between them, and they couldn't linger with it this time. "Honey, your sister will be home soon, so you should probably get down to business. This should be a real in and out operation here."
"Is there any other way?" Chris joked. But as he said that he was already pulling down his mother's pants and panties and reaching for her pussy. He found her primed and ready to go, so he pushed down his sweatpants and pushed his penis between her legs. He rubbed the top of his shaft against her slit, allowing the moisture to accumulate. Then he bent his knees and positioned the head of his dick at her hole, before pushing up and filling her. He heard her gasp as she was invaded by his member, but he remembered her warning and he didn't hesitate to pull out and piston into her again.
Before long Sandy was gasping at the pleasure of her son's tool pushing deep into her quim while his strong hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as he moved up and down behind her. This time he was in complete control, and Sandy loved the feeling of abandoning herself to his powerful thrusts. This was not any slow buildup to a large orgasm. Instead, she was moaning through a series of mini-orgasms as her son continued to rip into her. Her cunt felt like it was expanded to its maximum and when her muscles clenched with pleasure she took pride in the friction her old body could still provide for a young man.
In what seemed like no time Chris pushed as deep as he could into his mom's pussy, lifting her on to her tippy-toes as he deposited his load as deep as possible into her. They both stood there gasping for a moment in the afterglow of their energetic morning fuck. As Chris made a move to pull his still hard cock from her hole, she touched his hand softly and said "Wait a sec hon, stay in there for a moment."
She bent her knees slightly and, keeping her son firmly plugged into her pussy, she reached down to grasp her panties, which were collected at her ankles along with her pj bottoms. Sandy pulled her panties on and pulled them all the way up in front. "Ok now" Sandy said, and as her son pulled out, she quickly pulled her panties over her pussy.
"Can't be leaking your goo all over the place while we have a nice family breakfast, now can I?" said Sandy as she turned to her son and kissed him firmly on the lips, letting her tongue slip only slightly against his teeth before retreating.
Sandy turned to the sink and rinsed her face, trying to disguise the flush of her sexual excitement. She knew her daughter could pull up at any minute. For his part, Chris turned on the overhead fan, hoping to dissipate the smell of their coupling. Luckily, it was very nice out and they had the kitchen windows opened. In fact, if somebody had been paying attention, they could have seen Sandy's face in the window while she was being plowed by her son.
Before Sandy could finish slicing two grapefruits, she heard the engine of her daughter's old automobile pull up to the front of the house.
Chris was pleased that his erection had finally subsided, seemingly for the first time in a few days, by the time he opened the door to greet his baby sister. Diane got out of the car and bounded up the front steps to meet her brother. As her daughter's mother, Diane could hardly fail to be attractive, and she didn't. She had curly black hair and a lithe body like her mother. But Diane's breasts were much larger. Diane's face was more cute, whereas her mother's was classically beautiful. In place of Sandy's high cheekbones, Diane had somewhat pudgy cheeks, with a smattering of freckles and fuller lips which drew the eye to her beautiful, and ever present, smile.
Diane almost burst into her brother's arms for a hug. Her large breasts unselfconsciously mashed against his chest and she pulled herself into him with genuine affection. As the hug ended, so did Chris' bonerless streak as he felt himself begin to harden in response to the touch of his sister.
"Oh my God, Chris! Its so great to see you!" Diane gushed in her sing-songy girly voice. Chris didn't usually like the sorority girl type. But Diane was able to moderate her girliness with a sharp underlying intelligence. As a result, her lapses into valley-girl tones implied all of the playfulness of the stereotype, with none of the vapidity.
"Its nice to see you too Diane. Its been too long since I came back to visit."
Diane grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him into the kitchen. As they entered, Chris watched carefully to see if she detected anything of their fucking just a few minutes before. He caught an almost imperceptible pause and he thought he saw her nose flinch just slightly as she entered.
"Hey mom!"
"Hi honey. You interested in some waffles?" Sandy said as she placed grapefruit halves on the table for the three of them.
"Yah definitely. I was basically up ALL night writing this stupid soc paper. I could definitely use something besides Diet Coke in my tummy!"
Chris marveled at his sisters boundless enthusiasm. If he were up all night there was no way he'd be bouncing around like she was, but she had always been that way and it was part of what he loved about her. She was just a fount of endless positive energy.
Chris and Diane sat at the table and started to put too much sugar on their grapefruit like when they were kids. They chatted and laughed in an immature manner that Chris missed. He never indulged in such silliness away from home while he posed as a serious law student. He was really enjoying himself.
Bringing over the first batch of waffles, Sandy placed them on the table and pulled up a stool. Chris noticed that his mom sat on the edge of the stool and crossed her legs. He thought about the state of her pussy. Chris imagined how his cum had coated the gusset of her panties. In fact, he thought, his mother could probably feel his gooey sexsap as she sat down. Chris' dick responded as he indulged these dirty thoughts about his mother.
In fact, Sandy certainly was aware of the copious amount of cum she carried around in her undercarriage. While Chris and Diane had reunited, Sandy had noticed that her panties were quickly soaked with the semen slipping out of her cunt. She had dropped a finger into her pussy and realized that her pussy was full up with her son's fluids. She couldn't believe it! It felt like she had taken a douche full of semen, which she supposed she had, in a way. Sandy had figured that her panties would be enough to keep Chris' cum from leaking out. But she should have remembered how he had filled her mouth twice last night before petering out. When she walked she could feel her thighs slip against each other, lubricated by the mixture of sex juices that was badly contained in her pussy by her cotton panties.
By the time her kids had come into the kitchen, Sandy had gathered herself. She licked her finger clean and started to feel absolutely naughty about how she would have to serve breakfast while she practically waded in her son's sexual discharge. Perhaps it was because he was fucking his mom that he emptied his balls so completely. Or perhaps her son was always this prolific. These thoughts were doing nothing to calm the sexual charge she felt pulsing through her every nerve fiber.
As Sandy brought a batch of waffles over to the table, she thought about how she would possibly sit down. She worried that if she sat down regularly, the come could leak through her pants and betray her condition. So instead she crossed her legs and tried to clench her dripping cunt as much as possible. She ended up sitting sort of on the side of her butt.
While she let her two kids goof around with each other over breakfast, Sandy's mind drifted to the unbelievable sex and the constant reminder of the sticky substance that she harbored. She realized that she was as turned on as she had ever been in her life. Crossing her legs and clenching her vaginal muscles was bringing her off! But she couldn't uncross her legs or stop clenching for fear of the potential torrent of semen. As a result, she was racing towards orgams, and she could do nothing to prevent it. She felt a bolt of electricity gather from deep in her love canal and ripple out through her whole body. Goodness, she thought. She was spontaneously orgasming over breakfast!
Diane looked up from pouring syrup on her waffles and noticed that her mother was flushed and her eyes were glassed over. It looked like Sandy was in another world all of the sudden, in a way Diane had never seen from her before.
"Mom, are you alright?" Diane asked, snapping Sandy back to reality.
Fortunately, Chris stepped in and provided a better excuse than Sandy would have come up with. "Oh yah, she's just drugged."
"What?" asked Diane, incredulous at the thought of her mother using drugs.
"Yep, mom decided to have a wrestling match with the firestarter last night. She's been popping aspirin like there's no tomorrow." Chris was lying, but Sandy was proud of his quick thinking nonetheless. Although she wasn't quite sure how taking aspirin explained the appearance she projected while she orgasmed at the breakfast table.
"Oh no, what happened?" a concerned Diane asked.
"Oh its really nothing. I burned my arm and shoulder, but its not serious. Just a little painful."
"That sucks mom. Lemme see." Diane didn't give her a chance to say no. Instead she scooted over and pulled the back of her mom's shirt up.
"I don't see anything," said Diane.
"Because you're looking at her back, not her shoulder, you tard" Chris rejoined immaturely. In response Diane pulled Sandy's shirt up even more, exposing her mother's entire back.
Sandy felt totally exposed. Her daughter was basically pulling her shirt off, while she sat awkwardly with her legs crossed on a stool because she didn't want to leak all her son's sperm out of her quim and reveal that just a few minutes earlier she had been leaning over the counter and enthusiastically taking her son's big cock from the behind.
"Ouch, that looks bad, mom. No wonder you're popping some pills - I would be too." Still Diane had not let Sandy's shirt drop. The effect of her lifting it up was to almost expose Sandy's breasts in the front.
Sandy was about to ask her daughter to lower the shirt, when Diane caught sight of the burn on the back of her arm. The burn on her arm was worse than the burn on her back because her back was shielded from direct contact with the burning metal by a shirt.
"Oh no, look at your arm, its bubbling!" gasped Diane, and in her curiosity and surprise she lifted her mother's shirt all the way over her head, exposing Sandy's entire back and arm in the back, and exposing Sandy's beautiful bosom in the front. Diane felt helpless, and to make matters worse, her shirt was blocking her vision. She felt like she was losing control.
"Diane!" snapped Sandy. "Please lower my shirt. You're exposing my breasts to Chris!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," said Diane somewhat sheepishly. She had let the excitement of the morning get the best of her and she hadn't intended to disrobe her mother in the kitchen. It was the surprise of seeing the bad burn that caused her mistake.
But even as she apologized, Diane noticed something weird about Chris' reaction to his mother's flashing tits. He seemed a little bit too comfortable with his mother's nakedness. As she replayed the episode in her mind, she realized Chris had briefly taken in her breasts, but with an expression more of embarrassment than surprise or curiosity. It was almost like he shared in the secret of what his mother's breasts looked like. His reaction was more that of embarrassed boyfriend than surprised son. At the same moment, Diane made a connection with the unusual redolence she had noticed earlier: the kitchen smelled of sex!
Could it possibly be her mother and brother had recently fucked, right out here in the open? It seemed impossible, but over the years Diane had grown to trust her keen senses and her intuition. Plus, it would go along way to explain her mother's strangely withdrawn contentedness and her brother's confident good mood. Wasn't that how men and women usually reacted to a good fuck? If it were anyone besides her brother and her mother she would have sworn they had just fucked. But since she couldn't be sure, she decided she had to probe some more.
"I hope you got some aloe on that burn pretty quickly mom," Diane ventured.
"Oh yes," said Sandy. Then she paused and seemed to consider before adding, "Chris helped to apply it."
"Did the damn thing just burn through your shirt?"
"Yup - Its totally ruined. My bra too. Both were singed." Now a picture was starting to form in Diane's mind. She imagined how the accident could have possibly caused mother and son to cross forbidden boundaries. Plus, it seemed natural. Diane had heard that women peaked sexually in their 40s, and there was no question that Chris was an attractive sexual specimen. He was attractive, well-built and had the same type of quiet composure and confidence that she herself found attractive in men. Perhaps her mom had the same tastes? Her mom could have been feeling let down in bed and the opportunity to hump a young stud was too much to pass up. Diane was becoming more confident. She smiled inwardly at her detective skills.
"Wow. I really missed a lot of excitement last night, didn't I?" As she stressed the word "excitement" she looked at Chris. He didn't change expressions, but Diane thought she caught a brief note of defensiveness in his eye.
Sandy sensed her daughter's change in mood from silly to inquisitive. She could almost feel the wheels turning in her daughte mind and she decided to get up and put the rest of the waffle batter on. Unfortunately, as a result of sitting down and having an orgasm a decent amount of sperm had collected in the gusset of her panties. As Sandy uncrossed her legs and shifted her weight in order to stand up an audible "SQUISH" sound resounded through the kitchen. Sandy blushed and tried to quickly move to the other side of the kitchen.
But the facts of the situation did not escape Diane's steel-trap mind. What she just heard was the final confirmation of her theory and it caused her to react impulsively. Diane immediately stood up to follow her mother across the kitchen and she saw the stain of what must have been a combination of manly and womanly cream on the back of her mother's silk pajama pants!
Diane stood in the middle of the kitchen, consumed with strange feelings. She felt disgust. But underneath it she also felt curiosity. And, although she didn't consciously realize it, underneath the curiosity was a fiery lust, stoked by the discovery of her mother and her brother having fucked just minutes before she arrived. Had she been composed enough to realize it, Diane would have noticed that her pussy was tingling and becoming moist with sexual excitement.With the same impulsiveness that caused her to expose her mother's chest, Diane, her face set with determination and indignation, walked up to her mother from behind. She quickly reached her hands to her mother's sides, grasped the pajama pants and yanked them down. In response, and out of sheer surprise, Sandy turned around quickly. The result was that Diane, who was still bent over from pulling down her mother's pants, was confronted with her mother's messy underwear at eye level.
Sandy's white cotton panties were translucent from the gathered fluids. Semen and pussy fluids had also seeped down the inside of Sandy's thighs. Diane gaped in astonishment as a glob of thick fluid started to form a drip at the center of her mother's panties, right where her sexhole was located. As the drip slowly gathered momentum towards the floor, Diane dropped to her knees. She was not consciously aware of her actions at this point. She was simply reacting to the inner sexual compulsions that had been stimulated by her taboo discoveries. Diane vaguely knew she was in a state of abandonment, acting purely out of sexual drive, but she did not care to stop and think things out. She was simply overcome by the captivating scene of her mother's sexbox and the accompanying smells.
Still without fully considering the situation, Diane reached out and cupped her mother's messy vulva. She felt the pulsing warmth of her mother's quim, and the huge amounts of sperm gathered on her panties, thighs and also surely, inside her vagina. Diane had had sex before, but had never encountered this much of a mess after someone came inside of her. Her mind flashed on the idea that they had somehow involved another man, or had sex multiple times in a row. Neither thought did anything to calm the fire in her own loins.
Sandy and Chris could do nothing but look on as Diane grabbed the sides of her mother's panties and pulled them down. Strings of cum trailed from her mother's pussy opening as the underwear unstuck and was drawn away from the skin. Now the gap between Sandy's outer lips did not reveal her red inner pussy lips, as it normally might. Instead there was an obvious accumulation of white goo slowly sliding out of the now unblocked passageway. Diane put two fingers together and dipped them into her mom's vagina, drawing out another glob of her brother's semen. Simply fascinated by the amount of the stuff, Diane wiped the glob off on her mom's thigh and went back to push her fingers even deeper into the gaping vagina. This time, her fingers felt the walls of her mom's pussy violently contract as Sandy cried out in pleasure. "Ohhh-oh-oh my god!" gasped Sandy, while her daughter's fingers stimulated her pussy to yet another wracking orgasm. Diane looked on with her fingers in her mother's pussy, as the legs in front of her wobbled, struggling to support her body amidst the torrent of pleasure.
No longer driven by suspicion or disgust, Diane yielded completely to the pleasure of getting her mother off. Diane had never touched a woman intimately before, but from her own masturbations she knew what would be pleasurable for her mom. Keeping her fingers buried in her mom's sloppy hole, Diane moved her lips to her mother's clitoris and firmly kissed it. Then she opened her lips and tongued her mother's pleasure button, while she sucked it gently. She could taste the salty semen overlaying the more unfamiliar taste of female sex. Diane's mouth effected a complete overload of stimulation for her oversexed mother. Losing all control, Sandy shrieked and gasped as the orgasms followed one after another, each one more devastatingly intense than the one before it. Finally, Sandy's knees completely buckled and she slid down the front of the counter, collapsing in a heap near her kneeling daughter.
Diane gathered herself and came to realize that she was kneeling on the floor, with two fingers still stuck in her mother's cunny, while her brother looked on with a mixture of utter shock and sheer delight. As usual it did not take long for her to decide on a course of action. She gently removed her fingers and grabbed her mother by the forearm.
"Come on, help me with her," Diane said to her brother.
They removed Sandy's pj's and panties from around her ankles. Diane let Chris hold on to them, as he appeared to be interested in their contents. Then they both took an arm and led their astonished mother upstairs to the master bedroom. After helping Sandy lie down, Chris simply stood there, with his cock obscenely tenting his sweatpants.
Diane, of course, was the more composed, despite the fact that she was newer to incest than her older brother. "Well then, I suppose we have some catching up to do" she said as she reached out and grabbed her brother's member. They both looked down at Sandy, who was sitting up now, smiling at her two beautiful children.
"Come here, you two," Sandy said as she scooted to the other side of the bed. "I want to be able to watch."
Chris looked down at Diane and brushed her hair back with his hand. He pulled her into a deep, wet, very unbrotherly kiss, mashing lips and tongue against one another. Then he grabbed the bottom of her button-up shirt and pulled upwards with enough force to smoothly pop all of the buttons off and pull the shirt over her head. Underneath, her huge breasts were constrained only by a tight-fitting t-shirt, with her obviously excited nipples clearly outlined by the thin, strained fabric. Chris quickly dispatched the tshirt with similarly animalistic passion. He was unconcerned with anything besides revealing the naked body of his gorgeous younger sister. Diane meanwhile shuffled out of her shorts, revealing no panties, and almost as quickly, but with less vigor, she pulled off her brothers remaining clothes.
Sandy watched as her two children disrobed. Diane's breasts were a sight to behold. They seemed to defy gravity, as her nipples proudly pointed up, capping a mountainous amount of flesh that, for all their heft, appeared buoyant and firm. She also noticed her daughter's inner pussy lips were peaking out, revealing her sexual excitement at the prospect of fucking her handsome brother.
As her two kids moved to the bed, Sandy watched as Diane lay down and spread her legs lasciviously, offering herself for her brother's pleasure. Diane's hand reached down to stroke Chris' cock, but his cock couldn't get any harder, or bigger. Its bulbous purple head looked like it could not possibly fit into Diane's demure, well-kempt pussy. But as Sandy looked on, that's just what happened.
Chris' passion had been building throughout the mind-blowing breakfast scene that unfolded before him. Now his mind was intent on nothing but the rising pleasure in his loins as he pounded into Diane's tight, sweet pussy. With each thrust into her pussy, liquids sloughed off of the sides of his cock by her tight pussy, causing a bubbly sex-milk to accumulate on the edges of Diane's pussy lips. Watching intently, Sandy was mesmerized by the disappearance and reappearance of Chris' cock. Impulsively, Sandy reached out to scoop some of the accumulation on her daughter's lips, and greedily fed it to herself. Her daughter tasted delicious.
Otherwise, Sandy was content to allow the young sibling lovers to pound away. Her only intervention was to softly rub Diane's neck and ear, for which she received in exchange a smile and a wink from her beautiful daughter. Chris was lost to this world, striving only for release. The conspiratorial smile of mother and daughter confirmed their illicit joy at harnessing the sexual beast that they hadn't realized had been hidden in their plain sight. No jealousy was apparent, as both women felt joy in the other's sexual satisfaction.
As Chris approached orgasm he pistoned in and out of Diane with an almost unbelievable ferocity. His muscular frame used its entire advantage with each stroke, causing the bed to shake and shiver under the rhythmic pressure. Diane had never been fucked so hard. Her legs were spread as wide as possible, and with each of her brother's strokes, she lifted her pussy slightly to allow him the deepest possible access. His cock almost touched her cervix at its deepest. And Diane thrilled with each stroke as his pelvis slammed into her clit, eliciting small involuntary shrieks of pleasure from the back of her throat.
Soon the sounds grew to a crescendo as Chris's cock was no more than a blur of activity thrusting into Diane's quim. Diane's little shrieks rounded out into a sustained gutteral moan, indicating that the buildup of lust had peaked in a momentous orgasm for the young girl. Her whole body shook as the pulse of pleasure drove outwards from her sexual epicenter. Sandy observed her daughter's shoulder's push back, thrusting her jiggling breasts upward as she reveled in her pleasurable full-body muscle contractions.
The orgasm caused Diane's pussy to clench tightly around Chris' cock, driving him to the final level of lust, from which he could not return without orgasming. During those few seconds of the final wave of pleasure before he came, Chris ferociously pounded her box. Then finally, his muscles tightened and he shoved into her as deeply as he could. There his cock bobbed and jerked within her tight confines, flooding her small pussy with his semen.
When Chris finally collapsed in relief and exhaustion he landed softly on her bountiful breasts. At that Sandy moved over to stroke and kiss both of her sweaty, but satisfied, kids. While they recovered from their exertions Chris stayed on top of Diane, and his cock remained inside her pussy, and their mother nestled up close beside them. The almost undifferentiated tangle of bodies and skin emitted a collective chorus of satisfied hums and mews.
While Chris and Diane floated together through their post-orgasmic dream universe, Sandy, who had had some time to recover, began to wonder where all this might be leading. Chris' homecoming had proven to be a powerful sexual awakening, and one that Sandy was surely grateful for. But she was already considering what consequences might be in store for her very loving family.Rob pulled into the driveway of his attractive suburban house and sighed. He was proud of the life he was able to provide for his family. He wasn't rich, but as a successful lawyer he provided a very comfortable livelihood for his wife Sandy, and their two kids, Chris and Diane. Stepping out of the car and surveying his front yard, Rob stopped to appreciate the scene in front of him. As the sun descended, the sprays of light became red-orange, with hints of purple purple. Summer cumulus clouds served as lanterns, soaking up the heart-warming hues and dispersing them over the suburban landscape in front of Rob, burnishing the houses, well-kept yards and picket fences with a deep, romantic glow. Still, Rob did not seem to be lifted by the image. His shoulder's sank and he sighed even as he took in the resplendent suburban combination of natural beauty and civilized orderliness.
Rob's son Chris had just come home from New York where he had recently completed his training in the law. And Chris' presence brought his daughter home from her new residence at a nearby university. Rob knew he had been blessed by his children. Each time his colleagues voiced various grievances about their kids, Rob swelled with pride on the inside in the knowledge that his children had few shortcomings. They were both attractive, intelligent and sensitive. Surely he had his beautiful wife Sandy to thank for their upbringing as well as their genes, and he counted her as a blessing as well.
Rob knew his life was the envy of many, but he had recently begun to question his priorities. As his kids grew into adults themselves he realized he hadn't let up one bit at work. He still worked 60 hour weeks, and that was when he wasn't busy. Since his children reappeared at home it pained him more than usual to be whiling his time away in the office, when everything he worked so hard to attain was at home, without him there to take part.
These troubling thoughts caused Rob's brow to furrow and his pace to slow, in the manner of a man deep in thought. Meanwhile, Diane and Sandy stood next to each other at the bay window, observing his ill-concealed mood as he approached the front door. Neither one spoke, but they were each equally aware of Rob's condition. They felt badly about their incestuous indulgences taken behind Rob's back. They felt like they were hoodwinking the one man to whom they owed their opportunities for such a pleasant life.. Still, there was no easy fix to these troubles. So they kept silent as they watched Rob move through the luxurious light towards them.
Rob entered to find Sandy and Diane waiting for him in the front hall. His mood shifted dramatically as he laid eyes on the two beauties. Diane broadly smiled upon greeting him and approached for a firm hug. She seemed to squeeze him tighter than usual, not bashful about pressing her large breasts into his chest. He had missed her presence while she spent most of her time at school. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was treated to her enthusiastic embrace. Her infectious warmth almost immediately erased the worries he'd accumulated upon arriving home. Diane yielded to Sandy, who briefly pressed her lips against his. Rob could also hear the sounds of a baseball game emanating from the TV room. It certainly felt good to be home, thought Rob.
"We winning?" Rob called to his son. Chris was fanatical about their hometown team, keeping close tabs on them even while he lived on the East coast. Rob made a mental note to check at work to see if someone had good tickets for sale for while Chris was home.
"Nope. Down by one, last ups. Our bullpen is a disaster -- gave up three in the eighth." Rob didn't really care, but he was glad to hear the frustration in Chris' voice. He liked to see his son's passion in evidence, even if it was spent on something so frivolous as baseball.
Rob headed upstairs to change out of his stuffy work clothes. He was looking forward to putting on some shorts and a t-shirt and relaxing with a cold drink on their patio. He hoped his wife planned to cook out tonight. He really regretted missing the barbecue they planned two nights ago. An emergency developed at work and he had only just now managed to put out the fire for his client.
Taking off his shirt and pants, Rob stood in front of the mirror. He was getting older, there was no doubt about that. Gray hair lined his temples and his face betrayed some lines of age. But he felt good about his physical fitness. He kept his stomach flat by jogging each morning and doing situps on a regular basis.
Sandy sneaked into the bedroom as her husband was changing. He seemed preoccupied with his image in the mirror, and stood somewhat listlessly in front of it. It was as if he was caught between admiring his still attractive image and wondering whether it even mattered. A pang of guilt accompanied that insight. She knew they were no longer the pair of sexual dynamos that they were in the past. They had sex at most once a week, and often it went much longer than that. Although she knew it was natural for passion to dim with age, she still felt somewhat culpable for failing to keep him sexually interested. After all, her passion with respect to her son and daughter didn't appear dim, not with the way they had gone at it over the last two days.
As Rob's mind wandered behind a blank stare directed at the mirror, he was surprised by his wife's hand, which crept into the front of his boxer shorts. She lifted her chin onto his shoulder and stared into the mirror with him. Simultaneously, she wrapped her cool fingers around his flaccid cock and began to delicately manipulate it.
"Why hello there," Rob responded with some surprise. He hated that he was surprised by this display of spontaneous affection, but he had to admit it didn't happen quite so often these days.
"Hi dear, welcome home," Sandy responded. Rob's cock grew, responding to the sultry tones in his wife's voice. It felt good to have her spontaneously pawing at him like she had often done long ago. His eyes instinctively flitted towards the door, which was ajar. Keeping sex from the kids was second nature to him, as he had yet to adjust to their recently emptied nest in this respect.
"Mmmm. Why thank you. It certainly is good to be home," he managed, but his mind wasn't focused on the banter. He was feeling good about his now hard cock and his wife's skilled hand moving up and down over it.
Sandy curled her fingers around the base of his penis in a backhand grip and used it for leverage to swing him towards her. She knew the pleasure for a man of being led around by his cock. They kissed. It was a familiar kiss, but there was an energy there that was not so familiar any more. Perhaps it was the unexpected timing. It also flashed through Rob's mind that their kids could walk in, or by, at any minute. He didn't follow that thought very far, but his eyes once again shot towards the unclosed door.
Their tongues wrestled back and forth, as they took turns playfully defending against each other's incursions into the other's mouth. Then she withdrew and lay tracks of kisses up and down his neck all the way to his sensitive earlobes, and then down over his shoulder, before returning once again to lock eyes with him. She continued to keep hold of his cock, keeping it at attention with the periodic squeeze or caress. There was small risk of his penis deflating though, for Rob was hotter than he had been in quite some time. Once more his eye was drawn to the crack in the door. At this, Rob noticed that his wife seemed blithely unaware of the open door. Perhaps this also contributed to the unusual rise in his sexual temperature. Sandy had always been extremely conscientious of shielding their children from exposure to their parent's sexual activity, taking very few risks in that regard. Fondling in front of an open door was something she'd never ventured in the past -- at least not with the kids around.
Rob moved his hands over his wife's beautiful breasts. With surprise he noticed she had no bra on underneath her t-shirt. This was strange. Had she been on display in front of the kids like this? He figured she must have been, and it shot another jolt of sexually-fueled adrenaline through his system. He loved the feel of her unconstrained orbs. They were the part of her that had first caught his eye so many years ago, and he had to admit that, despite two suckling kids, they hadn't lost many of their attractive qualities in the intervening period. He moved his hands under and up her shirt and gently pinched her hardening nipples, before he spread his palms over them and lifted them slightly while he squeezed.
Sandy brought her hand from his penis to wet her fingers sexily with her tongue. Then she focused her ministrations on the sensitive area beneath his cockhead, stroking him there with more intensity. He had no doubt now that she intended to bring their little sexual encounter to a very pleasing conclusion.
Then the sound of his kids' voices caused Rob to look at the door again. They were still downstairs, but he could clearly hear their conversation. Chris was complaining about the conclusion of the baseball game and Diane was loudly (as always) proclaiming her disinterest in the subject, and accusing him of being a "baseball nerd". While Rob was obviously distracted by their kids' carrying on downstairs, it didn't seem to phase Sandy one bit. She had freed his cock from his boxer shorts and was now jerking him off in earnest, while her other hand massaged around the base of his cock and, every once in a while, dipped to cup and lightly squeeze his balls.
Rob was enjoying the rising tide of sexuality brought about by his wife's skilled hand, but he also could not block out the conversation drifting up the stairs.
"Maybe you'd have a girlfriend if you didn't spend so much time thinking about sticks and balls," mocked Diane.
"Whatever. Maybe you'd have fewer if you could keep your mind off the same." This was followed by Diane shrieking as she took offense, and the sound of her striking her bigger brother playfully. The sounds that followed were confusing to Rob. He wouldn't have been surprised if their interaction resulted in some playful wrestling, but he would have expected to hear Diane vocalizing her struggle with her brother. Instead, he heard rustling of clothes and movement, but their voices were quiet.
Then, just at the edge of his perception, Rob heard what sounded like a kiss, the smack of lips and saliva. It was possible that one person would smack their lips to make that noise, he supposed, but he still found himself straining to hear any successive sounds. What intrigued him was the sudden silence following their exchange of insults. If Rob knew one thing about his daughter, it was that she rarely found good cause to be silent.
As the kissing sound piqued Rob's curiosity, Sandy seemed to react to it with greater assertiveness. She drew his attention away from the happenings downstairs by moving in for a kiss and pushing Rob backwards towards the bed.
Laying him down, she dispatched her shorts and panties in short order and straddled him on her knees. Her beautiful pussy levitated an inch or so over his cock as she used her hands to roam up and down his chest. She was breathing heavily through her nose and looking into his eyes with passion. Without even looking Rob knew her pussy was wet and ready to ride him. Which was certainly fine with him. He hadn't been so ready for sex in ages, except he couldn't forget the possibility of their being found out.
Sandy noticed that Rob had shifted his eyes to the open door, but it didn't faze her. She positioned his cock at her entrance and allowed her inner lips to slip over his head. She stayed there, teasing her husband, and gyrating her hips so her pussy rotated on his cock helmet. Then she lowered herself all the way in one swoop. He gasped at the feeling as she rode up and down on his cock. And in less time than it took for Sandy to have an orgasm, Rob was shooting his load into his wife.
Sandy didn't seem disappointed in his, rather lame, performance, and she leaned forward on his chest and kissed him lightly all over his face. She stayed there until Rob's cock fell soft and started to slip out of her lubricated passageway. In her mind, though, Sandy was resisting the realization that she would have rather been riding her son in this manner, as her unsated pussy was prematurely emptied of hard cock. Still she was pleased to have pleased her husband.
Then both of them were surprised into activity. They heard the sounds of feet running up the stairs. Rob was paralyzed under his wife as the relatively heavy footfalls indicated it was his son who would soon be walking by (or worse, through) their opened door. Were he to turn his head there would be no doubt that naked bodies lay therein.
Sandy rolled off of her husband and walked quickly to the door to shut it. She hadn't taken off her shirt, but her lower half, including her inflamed pussy, was completely bare. Rob heard his son's steps in the hallway and his shadow blocked the light coming under the door. There was no doubt they were caught. The shadow stopped for the briefest of moments just as his naked wife approached the opening. But without confrontation, his son moved on past the door and his wife finally shut the darn thing. Rob blushed at the idea that his son just encountered his freshly-fucked mother. After all these years, their kids had caught them fucking now, when they hardly fucked at all any more!
Sandy seemed unfazed. She simply raised her eyebrows conspiratorially towards her husband and shot him a smile, even as she reached for her clothes. Before putting on her underwear she balled them up and wiped off the exterior of her sex. But to his surprise, she didn't grab a new pair, deciding instead to unball the dirty ones and pull them on.
"I was thinking we would cook out tonight. How does that sound? I'll be sure to stay far away from the grill this time."
"That sounds great honey," Rob said. Although he stayed reclined on the bed and made no effort to move.
Coming over to give her reclined lover a kiss and a pat on his flaccid cock, Sandy continued: "Feel free to take a bit of a rest. I've gotta get downstairs and get some food ready, or it'll be midnight by the time we eat!" With that she hurried out of the room. This time she was sure to shut the door.
Rob was glad to take some time to lay there. He didn't like to move too quickly after having sex. Plus, he was inclined to let some time pass before seeing his son. He'd let his wife handle that embarrassment, thank you very much. He wondered exactly how much of his wife's sex was exposed. Her shirt certainly didn't cover her coochy, so he feared his son may have seen her exposed pussy lips.
Sandy was greeted in the kitchen by her son and daughter, neither of whom were ignorant of what just happened upstairs. Chris had even gotten a glimpse of her naked pussy just after she fucked her husband. Thankfully, he hadn't lingered. Sandy told Chris to go outside and start the grill and he grabbed his book and headed outside.
Sandy did not expect to feel her daughter's hand squeeze her tit. Diane moved close and whispered very softly in her ear. "Did you come?"
Sandy's initial reaction was to act like a normal mom and object to the hand on her breast (no matter how good it felt) as well as her daughter's inappropriate inquiry. But she quickly remembered she was no ordinary mom. She was sexually involved with everyone in the house at this point and she supposed that secrets probably spelled more danger than honesty. Plus, she relished the feel of her daughter's hand as it gently started to manipulate her sensitive nipple.
Sandy lowered her voice as much as she possibly could. She was more aware now than ever how easily sound drifted up the stairs of their home. "No. He did before I had time to."
Her daughter didn't move. She seemed to be weighing her options. Sandy smiled at her daughter's unpredictability. She recalled how quickly Diane had found her and Chris out. Sandy made no effort to figure her daughter's mind at this point.
Sandy decided the best thing to do was to go about her business, even as her daughter kneaded her breast. She reached for a pot and put it under the faucet. As it started to fill, Diane moved her hand away from Sandy's tit. Sandy felt a surge of disappointment as the pleasant feelings at her breast ceased. But before that thought was even processed Diane's hand had quickly snaked down and into her mother's panties. In no time she was strumming Sandy's clit. Sandy let out a rush of air as her body responded to her daughter's touch. But she also felt the urge to object. This seemed like it was too risky!
Of course, her daughter had predicted this response and she was already pre-empting it. With her lips next to her mother's ear, Diane whispered softly, "Shhh. We'll hear him on the stairs. I can just slip my hand away and you can go back to your cooking." She paused, then continued, and this time her whisper was intentionally sexy. "Plus, I know you need it. I hate it when a man leaves me unsatisfied. I want my dear mommy to come on my fingers."
As Sandy stood there, yielding to her daughters touch as much as her reasoning, Diane swept her fingers downwards, wetting her fingertips in her mother's sex cavity. "I can feel how wet you are. You'll be coming in no time. But remember mom, you have to be quiet about it," she continued, still barely audible in her mother's ear.
Sandy could do nothing about cooking while her daughter's hand whipped around her sensitive clit and her lips brushed against her neck. But she couldn't resist responding. "Thats not all me making your hand wet honey. There's some of your father there as well."
Diane responded only by humming in recognition in her mother's ear. The vibrations of her lips had an additional erotic effect on Sandy. She was right on the verge.
Diane felt her mom's pussy spasm, and the clever girl brought her free hand to her mom's mouth, covering it to be sure no sounds escaped with her orgasm. Then she felt a rush of warmth from her mother's quim, and let up on her clitoris as she orgasmed. Only the faintest sound escaped her mother's mouth, and Diane hoped she was able to muffle it enough to prevent her father from hearing.
Sandy turned and kissed her naughty daughter and Diane brought her saturated fingers to Sandy's mouth. Making a show of it, Sandy licked each finger sexily and cleaned it of her own fluids, and perhaps her husband's as well. Then, without warning, Diane withdrew her hand, pecked her mom on the cheek and skipped outside to join her brother.
Flabbergasted, Sandy needed a moment before she could continue with her dinner preparations. As she turned around, she found the pan was overflowing with water, and she smiled at her daughter's utter impetuousness. Her daughter was right though. Its no good to fuck without orgasm. Or without a sexy kitten of a daughter to finish the job, she thought.
As Chris and Diane relaxed outside, Sandy was finishing readying the sausages and corn on the cob for the grill. She figured Rob had dozed off upstairs, but she didn't want him to miss the evening with the family.
Sandy called to Diane and asked her to go wake her father, while she finished the preparations. Diane was eager to, and she raced up the stairs with her usual energy.
As she approached the shut door to her parent's bedroom, Diane knocked lightly and called to her father. Hearing no response, she figured he was asleep, so she knocked louder.
Still hearing nothing, Diane opened the door and peered around it, calling out "Dad?" as she did so.
The sound of the door opening woke Rob with a start. He rolled towards the door to see his daughter's face. He registered the look of surprise on her face before he registered the reason for it. Looking down, he saw his uncovered cock resting on his thigh as he lay naked before his daughter.