A Family New Year’s Eve
It was close to 11:30pm, December 31st. Snow had started falling an hour earlier, making my brother’s mind up. He was going back to the city before the New Year rang in. He, Laurie and I had been out to dinner at a local place and now we were enjoying a drink in front of the fireplace in our living room.
She looked radiant sitting between us. The light of the flames from the fireplace across from our couch picked out the highlights in her new, very sexy short hair cut. The reds sparkled against her sky blue eyes. The flames also highlighted her excitement, revealing her hard, pointed nipples thrusting out through the thin silk of her slip dress; the shape of her full, round breasts outlined as the silk clung to them.
David kept her glass full during dinner, making her recount for me the things he made her do over the past year. Since he had walked in on one of her adventures at a downtown hotel card game, all of our lives have changed.
He’d thought he’d heard her…but there was no reason for her to be there. He opened the door to the room where he thought he’d heard the familiar voice. He stopped still as he realized he was looking at my wife, completely naked and totally exposed, sitting upright, astride the hips of a large, very naked black man, riding the longest, blackest ebony hose he’d ever seen.
She became aware of him and called him over to the bed, all the while posting up and down on that huge black pole. She put his hand on her breast and kissed him, telling him it was okay, she loved her husband, everything was good…and he finally calmed down. He called me later that night; I confirmed I knew and it was all good. I invited him over later and Laurie and I would answer any and all of his questions.
That encounter ended with my wife and my brother and I all bonding in ways none of us ever saw coming. As much as Laurie enjoys cuckolding me and mildly dominating and humiliating me, she enjoys it as much or even more herself when it comes from a strong personality. Like David’s.
He’d used her – and me. She’d used us both. I happily did as I was told at the time. We’ve never been closer.
He leaned down over Laurie, his ice blue eyes freezing her. There, in front of our fireplace, my brother slid the thin strap of her dress off of her shoulder. With his left hand, he cradled her breast. He bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. I watched almost breathlessly as he pulled on it with his lips, stretching it out painfully far. He let it snap back and looked at my wife with a hard grin. “It’s a new year, Laurie.” A low chuckle came from his throat, his fingers keeping her nipple extended. “I think you have to ask me again.”
Laurie’s voice was a low hiss, mixing with the crackling fire in front of her. “Please, David?”
“Please what, sister-in-law?” His voice was tighter now, his eye gleaming. “Tell me what you want.”
His fingers tightened around her, making her moan, pulling her pointed, dark red nipple out again. Laurie’s moan became a whisper. “Please, David…make me do anything for you again…please?”
His fingers became gentle, gliding over her breast, lightly flicking her excited point. “And the same conditions?” His voice was almost back to normal…almost. I could hear anticipation from him. I felt it myself; rock-hard, I sat enthralled by the scene in front of me.
Laurie looked from him to me. Her eyes were glazed over with submissive lust. We both knew she had to do what he’d asked. I nodded gently and smiled as best I could.
She looked back into my brother’s eyes, her voice trying to be strong, still shaking with the feelings that ran all through her. The intense feeling concentrated in her nipple; it now seemed all her nerves ran straight from there to her completely moistened cunt. “Yes, David,” she said to him, “Anything you want…anytime, anywhere, with anyone you tell me to. I promise, lover.”
David looked at her and smiled, but it didn’t reach his cold blue eyes – they drilled into Laurie. “So,” he spoke easily, “when are you guys going to New York?”
“The second,” Laurie answered as she massaged her still exposed breast. “Steven will call you as soon as we get back, lover.”
David turned to me. “You do that, bro. In the meantime, here’s a New Year gift for you.” He turned back to Laurie, the smile gone now. “Listen to me, Laurie.” Her eyes never left his.
“What are you, Laurie?” David whispered hard at my wife.
She dropped her eyes down. “I’m your slut, David.” I almost couldn’t hear her through the explosion of my heartbeat.
He moved next to her again, reached behind her neck and tilted her face back up to his. “Remember your promise, my hot little sister-in-law.” Laurie nodded her head. “Until I see you again,” his whisper was harder, deeper, “you will keep that promise to my brother. Understand, slut?”
I could see Laurie shiver in the heat of the fire as she looked at me and then back to my brilliant older brother. Her voice shook so badly she almost couldn’t get the words out. “Yes, lover, I understand.” She raised her face closer. “I love you, David,” she said.
She pulled his head down to hers and they kissed slowly and lovingly. When they parted, he came to me and we kissed each other on the cheek and wished New Year’s stuff to each other and then he left.
Laurie and I moved to the couch in front of the fire. We slid down and spooned together, her wonderful ass pushing into my crotch, the fire keeping her very warm. We nuzzled, talked about my brother, and then we started to talk about our upcoming trip to New York. Laurie was drunk and lust ridden. I thought this was as good a time as any to tell her a little more about the people she, Lisa, Matt and I would soon be meeting.
I slipped my hand around her hip, under the thin silk slip and across the tiny front panel of her thong bikinis. They were David’s choice for dinner. I dipped my fingers inside to find her slit already hot and moist. I played with her lips and her clit, strumming lightly and gently as I spoke to her. “I can’t wait for you to meet Jane, baby. We’re gonna have such a great time in New York.” My fingers kept busy and between phrases, I was licking her neck.
“Are we gonna swap, baby? Are you gonna make me fuck pretty Jane’s hubby?” Laurie was moaning again as I slid a finger down her slit and in to her steaming cave.
I chuckled a little as I answered her. “Oh no, baby…nothing like that.” I started working my finger in and out of her creamy cunt. “I think Jane would really love you if you totally dominated him,” I worked a second finger into my panting, sweating wife, “and didn’t give him any sex at all.”
She looked back at me with the puzzled look of the drunk. “Then who’s gonna fuck me, baby? Jane?” She fell back towards the fire, her hips rotating around my hand.
“Oh yeah, lover. Jane told me she wanted to fuck you. I can’t wait to see that.” I took one of my cream-covered fingers and circled her butt hole, lubing her up. Her breathing got even shallower. “But Jane has a real young lover…she says he fucks like a god…she wants to share him with you, baby. Do you want that?”
Laurie was moaning again, louder now as I kept one finger up her cunt, one rubbing her backdoor, while my thumb flicked around the hood of her clit. “Yes, baby…a beautiful, young man…a gorgeous, hard, long prick to fuck me…is he beautiful, baby?”
“He’s 5’11” and about 170 pounds,” I said, keeping up a steady rhythm with my hand, “she said he’s so cute, with sandy brown hair.” Laurie was moaning continuously. “Jane told me he’s…18 years old, baby.”
She almost screamed she was moaning so hard. “Oh, God! Steven, he sounds just like Matt!”
As her body started to jerk, I pushed my finger into her ass. I got my mouth close to her ear, and I whispered to her, “Baby, listen to me now…Jane’s lover, the boy who’s gonna fuck you soon…” she trembled as I said this, “that boy…that hard young cock…all eight inches of fuck meat for you, baby…he’s Jane’s son, baby!”
“Oh my God…oh, Steven, really?” She was so close to cumming all over my hand. But something had made me look up and I noticed headlights pulling into our driveway. I pulled my hand out of her and tried to straighten her up (hard work, as she was now drunk, hot, frustrated and pissed.)
I got her together just as Matt and Lisa walked in the front door, laughing and punching each other lightly on the shoulders. Obviously, they had seen a little of the struggle through the window before coming in. I looked up at them and smiled. “Hey, guys. What’s up? We thought you would be home after 1 o’clock or so…”
Lisa, our twenty-one year old, just knocked me out. She had seen Laurie getting dressed for dinner earlier. “Mom,” I heard her say as she walked into our room, “are you really wearing that to have dinner with Uncle David?” She was referring, of course, to Laurie’s slip dress.
“Why?” I heard a familiar, amused lilt in Laurie’s voice. “Don’t I look good in this?”
“Yeah,” said our daughter, “you look way too good in that. Dad’s okay with that? Really?”
“Oh yes, sweetie, don’t worry about your dad.” Laurie laughed lightly as Lisa left the room.
A few minutes later, I was in the bedroom when Lisa knocked on the door. “Can I come in for a minute?”
Laurie said of course, and Lisa opened the door and walked into our room. My jaw hit the floor. She was gorgeous! She was wearing the same style of slip dress as her mother, in a pale burgundy silk that molded over her curves the way Laurie’s dress did to her. As she walked across the room, the dress did nothing to hide the sway of her perfect 34B tits under the silk.
I couldn’t breathe as I stared at my daughter. This wasn’t right…she shouldn’t be having this effect on me. She looked at me as she spoke to her mother. She watched me as I, frozen in place, couldn’t help myself; I stared as her nipples grew into hard little pebbles under the silk. “I guess it’s okay if I wear this tonight, then. Right, Mom?” I moved back a little and Lisa was framed in the light from the doorway. It made her dress almost transparent. I could see the outline of her little bikini panties shining against her skin. My cock started to rise…Fuck…she had to have noticed as I pushed passed her and out of the room.
I heard Laurie laugh sweetly, telling our daughter she looked beautiful. Lisa’s long, dark hair fell in waves down to her shoulders. She is a little thing, only about 5’3” and 105 pounds. Between her beautiful little tits and her long (for her height) firm legs, she has a flat little belly, trim from working out when she can. She also loves to expose the little tattoo she has in the small of her back, just above the crack in her cute little behind.
Laurie asked, “What do you think Joe (Lisa’s boyfriend, working over the college break) would say about it?”
“Mom, I don’t tell Joe everything!!!” Lisa laughed and went to her room to finish getting ready. She was meeting some girlfriends and they were going to a party later.
Laurie and I went downstairs to find Matt finishing his preparations as well. Matt is a strong, good looking young man of 18. Lisa has some of my features, and everyone says Matt looks like Lisa’s twin (with lighter colored hair), but he doesn’t look like me at all. Strange. He’s always been just a little shy, but no doubt he is all man.
He had a pair of slacks on, and was just pulling a sweater over his head as he walked into the kitchen where we were standing. His hard, flat stomach and muscled chest made Laurie gasp as he walked in. As the sweater cleared his eyes, he looked straight at Laurie. “God, Mom, you look great!” His eyes kept getting wider as he realized what he was really seeing, what was standing only three feet in front of him.
Laurie and I both saw his eyes lock on to her chest. This, of course, made those pesky nipples start to rise again. Matt’s face turned bright red and he mumbled something as he turned back towards his room. Laurie turned to me and giggled softly as she heard Matt’s door close. “What do you think he’s thinking, baby?”
“That he has a beautiful mother, darlin’…a hot, sexy, beautiful mom.” I kissed my wife gently and poured her some wine while we waited for David’s arrival.
Shortly after, Matt came back out, all calmed down, looking really good. He was picking up a girl he’d been seeing and going to a party at a friend’s house. He walked over to Laurie and bent down to give her a kiss. As she turned her shoulders up and around to meet him, I could see the front of her dress gaped open.
I’ve been in that position before – I knew that my son was gazing on every square inch of his mother’s breast and her stiff, dark nipple. He hesitated; he couldn’t stop himself from staring if only for a second. Enough time to burn the image into his head. Then he kissed his mother quickly, said goodbye to me and walked to the foyer.
He yelled up the stairs to his sister that he had his cell with him if she needed anything, then was out the door.
Five minutes later, Lisa swept down the stairs. She looked so much like Laurie at that age. I was so proud of her. I thought momentarily about my reaction to her earlier. I was ashamed and embarrassed at the very wrong things I had been thinking. But, God, I thought, she’s really a knockout.
Then, barely covered in that unbelievable dress, she glided across the floor and stood in front of the fireplace. The flames illuminated her through the silk. She was so enticing! I stood up and moved to her. “You are so beautiful, baby,” I said into her dark wavy hair as I hugged her from the side. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman, Lisa.” I held her as I turned to my wife. “Hasn’t she, sweetheart?” I asked.
“Oh yes, love.” Laurie looked at her daughter with love and pride. “The best of both of us…” she smiled at us, standing together in front of the fire, “and better…I really think so, Steven. I think she’s better than both of us.”
Lisa turned out of my arm and went to her mother. “I love you, Mom. I could never be better than you…really.” She kissed Laurie and then came back to me. “I love you so much, Daddy. Both of you…you guys are just the best.” She pulled me into her and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Happy New Year, Daddy.” She turned to Laurie and wished her the same, then grabbed her coat as we saw a car pull in to the driveway. “They’re here…gonna have dinner and maybe go to a party. See ya.” And she was out the door.
Now, hours later, the four of us were back home together. . “Hey, guys. What’s up? We thought you would be home after 1 o’clock or so…”
Lisa punched Matt in the shoulder again; both of them giggling like little kids. “See? I told you we could catch them if we got back early!”
Matt laughed as he sat down in a chair. “You guys are hilarious…” he just kept giggling.
“Okay,” I said, “so what happened, Matt?”
“Nothin’, really. We were at Shane’s,” he smiled at his mom, “and then Kathy didn’t feel so good, so I took her home. I was on the way back to Shane’s when,” he turned his head towards his sister, “she called.”
Lisa picked up the story, also unable to stop giggling. “Dinner was okay – we went to Alicia’s after.” She laughed mysteriously to herself again. “Then all they wanted to do was talk about their boyfriends. Boring!!!”
Matt again… “So she calls me and tells me to pick her up.” And he laughs again.
Laurie looks from one to the other. “What is so funny?” She’s still quite looped and wanting to join in their good times.
Lisa is still laughing to herself, leaving it to Matt to explain. “Lisa bet me that if we came home early,” his faced started getting flushed, and it wasn’t from the fire, “we would probably walk in on you guys…you know…” His face was bright red and his voice strained.
“Screwing!!!” Lisa laughed out loud, her intoxication level now obvious. Matt just dropped his head in his hands in total embarrassment. I stood up, shook my head in a mock scowl at Lisa, and took Matt’s hand.
“C’mon, son. Let’s get something to drink for the ladies. It’s almost midnight.” I led Matt into the kitchen, my arm around his strong shoulders. I poured two glasses of champagne and handed them to him. “Your sister is kind of a goof, Matt…but you know, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your mom is a very, you know…natural kind of woman. That’s why we love her so much, son.” I poured two more glasses and picked them up. “Now go in there and give one of those to your mom. I’ll take care of your goofy sister.”
As we walked back into the living room, Matt turned to me. “I’m okay, Pop.” I smiled back and told him I knew that.
Matt sat down on the couch next to Laurie and handed her a glass. “Thanks, honey,” she said. Smiling, she asked, “I haven’t had a drink in, what, Steve? Fifteen minutes?” She tipped it towards his, clinked his glass and they both took a drink. When they stopped drinking, Laurie put her glass down and moved closer to Matt. She put her hand gently on his cheek, tilted his head and kissed her son gently on the lips. Softly, she said, “I love you, Matt.”
I had moved to where Lisa was standing, near the fireplace. I handed her a glass. She took it in one hand and slid the other around my waist as we watched her mother and brother on the couch. She leaned her head on my shoulder as they kissed and I could hear a low sound from the back of her throat. “Mom’s so beautiful,” Lisa whispered.
“Just like you, sweetie.” As I kissed her softly on her shoulder, the smell of her perfume started making me uneasy…it was way too good, better than it should have been.
Lisa turned into me. I could feel her breasts under the light silk against me. She pressed into me…I knew she could feel me as well. “Do you really think so, Daddy? Am I as pretty as Mom?”
I was about to answer when the clock on the mantle started to chime midnight. I saw Laurie and Matt stand up by the couch. Laurie had her arms around Matt’s neck and she pulled his head down hers. “Happy New Year, Matthew,” she said softly. Then she kissed him – it wasn’t exactly the chaste kiss a mother usually gives her son.
As his arm lost the tension he felt initially and dropped down around her, I turned back to Lisa. It was her arm around my neck now. “Happy New Year, Daddy.” My daughter, a spectacularly hot young woman, kissed me softly on each cheek.
“Happy New Year to you, sweetie.” I kissed her very lightly on her soft, full lips and then drew away, smiling at my little girl. I thought I had handled that well. Her eyes were glazed over…maybe from what she drank earlier…maybe from watching her mother and her brother kiss. Whatever, she moved quickly back to me and planted a real kiss on her dad - one with more than a hint of her womanhood behind it.
Once again, I cursed my lack of control. I knew she had to be aware of my hardness growing against her. I knew…because she pulled herself hard against me and ground into me as we kissed.
I pulled away, thinking way too many thoughts – none of them very clear or coherent. Laurie and Matt were standing close together, watching us and smiling. I walked over to them, hugged my son and wished him well in the coming year. Laurie had gone to Lisa, kissed her, wished her a Happy New Year and said we were going to bed. I followed her as she grabbed her champagne and headed up the stairs.
Once in our bedroom, Laurie slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the clingy silk outlined her spectacular form as it slid to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed as she rolled first one stocking and then the other down her firm and supple legs. I rolled a joint as I watched her move so seductively, still drunk, still hot, still very frustrated. I lit the joint and took a long drag as I watched her move to her dressing room in just her thong bikini. God damn! She was hot, moving around her dressing room, touching herself, lost in her frustrated lust. She needed to be loved – she needed to be fucked.
I blew out the smoke and called her back into our room. “You remember what David said, don’t you?” I tried to make my voice more stern than usual.
Laurie’s breath caught in her throat. I’m sure she didn’t expect me to bring this up before our holiday. “Yes, Steven,” her voice trembled soft and low, “I remember.”
“Good.” I kept my voice steady, but I was shaking inside. “I want you to leave your makeup on. I want you to put on your new jammies, baby.” Laurie’s eyes widened and her breathing quickened. “Now, baby.”
Laurie’s new ‘jammies’ consisted of a sheer, black, stretch lace camisole top and a matching string bikini bottom. The camisole had a low cut scoop neck on top and stopped about 6 inches below her breasts. The bikini was just a triangle in front, string sides tied with bows, and it covered about half of her ass cheeks in the back.
When she came back out of her dressing room, my heart stopped. The stretch lace covered her completely while revealing all of her at the same time. I knew that if I continued down this path, none of us would be able to resist. Looking closely, I could see her swollen nipples pushing through the lace top and a hint of her slit on the bottom. I motioned her over to my recliner where I was finishing the rest of the joint.
Laurie knelt in front of me and unzipped my pants. I raised myself off the seat and helped her slide them off along with my shorts. When I sat back again, Laurie started stroking my cock, still half-hard from Lisa’s kiss.
“Tell me more about Jane, baby.” Laurie’s voice was low, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure how I felt about it. She started to lick me slowly from top to bottom and back again.
“Do you want to know about Jane…or Jane and her son?” I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. I knew what I wanted – and I wanted her to want it just as much as I did.
Her voice broke completely. “Please, Steven,” she was moaning from deep in her throat, “tell me about…Jane…please, baby, tell me about Jane…and her son.”
I stepped over Laurie as I got up and removed the rest of my clothes. I grabbed a robe from the hook behind the door and slipped it on. She looked anxious as I moved back on to the recliner. I parted my robe and Laurie took my hard-on in her hands, guiding me into her hot mouth.
Her head started to bob up and down, taking my shaft into her throat. “She’s been sucking him and fucking him for three years, baby.” Laurie was humming deep in her throat, so hot… thinking about a hard young cock. “She says that it’s the best sex she’s ever had…hands down. Baby, she said that he is a sex god!”
My wife’s head was moving up and down my full length; she was lost in the wine and the lust David had inspired earlier. “He sounds just like Matt, doesn’t he?” Laurie stopped with her lips just beyond the crown of my hard-on, trapping my head in her mouth. She moaned deeply in response. “Baby, you know you surprised Matt before, don’t you?”
Laurie took my prick out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheek. She looked up at me with eyes I’d never seen before. “Yes, Steven,” she whimpered. “Was I bad?”
“No, baby, no…not at all…you love him so much, don’t you?”
“You know…he saw your breast, your hot little nipple before, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry…” she was whimpering again.
“No, baby, don’t be sorry. Honey, it was beautiful.” If I thought my heart was pounding hard before, I didn’t know pounding. I had to take the chance – to know if she wanted the same things I did. “But,” I said slowly, “I think you should…you know…uhm…go downstairs and, uhm, make sure he’s…uhm…you know…feeling okay.”
Laurie stuffed my cock into her mouth, trying to swallow it all, her actions almost frenzied. I lifted her face up and I slid out of her mouth. Gently but firmly, I lifted her face back up to mine. I could hardly breath, not knowing for sure how she would react. “I think you should go now, darlin’.” I leaned forward and slowly lifted her to her feet.
As she stood trembling before me, I licked her hot slit through the tiny lace triangle. “Go make sure your son is alright, baby.” Laurie started walking towards the door. My heart in my throat, I stopped her just before she opened our door. “Remember what David told you, baby?” My voice was a harsh whisper.
“I remember, Steven.” Her voice was subdued, her eyes downcast.
“Good. Listen to me, Laurie…as you comfort your son, I want you to think of Jane and her son.”
“Oh God, Steven…I want to…I’ll try…I promise, baby.” The way her voice was quivering, I’m sure she came as she stood by our door. A moment later, she opened our door and walked out. I heard Lisa’s door open at the same time as she met her mother at the top of the stairs.
“Boy, Mom,” I heard Lisa say, “that is so cute…pretty sexy, Mom.” Laurie mumbled something in reply and started down the stairs. “Where are you going?” Lisa asked her mother.
Laurie’s voice was almost normal as she said she was going to see if Matt was alright.
Lisa’s voice jumped about an octave. “You’re going to see Matt like that?” I just heard Laurie continue down the stairs. Next thing I knew, Lisa had rushed into our room. Fuck… I threw my robe together as quickly as I could, but I saw her eyes move to my exposed erection as I tried to cover myself. My heart was pounding, my mouth so dry I couldn’t speak. I reached over and lifted my glass to moisten my mouth.
Lisa, meanwhile, had stopped her rush in mid-step. I saw her shiny brown eyes move from my crotch to my face. Her entire demeanor changed in that instant; she stood still as I turned towards her and really looked at her for the first time since she came in to our room.
I’m sure she hadn’t planned on coming to our room – hadn’t planned on being seen by her father. She stood to my side, framed once more in the light from the doorway. My beautiful little girl was wearing a very sheer, red nylon mesh baby-doll pajama top and matching little panties. With one hand set on her hip, turned halfway around, her perfect 34B tits were outlined clearly by the backlight. I was having a very hard time controlling myself.
Lisa moved a step closer. Her voice was lower, her speech much more controlled as she asked, “Daddy, is Matt okay?”
I nodded. “Sure, honey…why do you ask?” My heart was pounding, not sure exactly where this exchange was heading.
“Then why did Mom go downstairs dressed like that?” Lisa’s eyes glazed over, just like I’ve seen her mother’s do so many times before. I found that realization just a little frightening. “What’s Matt gonna say, Daddy?” I could barely hear her whisper over the sounds in my head, the blood pounding again, making my cock swell under my robe as my daughter moved slowly towards me.
Laurie was vaguely aware of her daughter asking her something as she left our room. She saw that Lisa was okay, mumbled something to her and continued walking down the stairs. Her mind was tumbling with thoughts and images she couldn’t control…what she was wearing, how it looked. Maybe it was the wine…maybe it was the look in David’s eyes earlier…maybe it was hearing about Jane and her son.
“Steven told me to comfort Matt,” she thought, standing now outside his bedroom door. “I’ll just make sure he’s okay.” Her thoughts were more controlled than her feelings. She knew that, because, as she knocked on his door and turned the knob, her knees were shaking so hard they almost gave out. She took a sip of her wine, opened the door and called out softly, “Matt, sweetie, are you awake?”
She walked slowly into his room, heard some soft jazz playing, and shut the door behind her. She could see her handsome young man leaning against the headboard of his bed, a blanket pulled up to his waist. He was naked above the blanket, his pale skin and the white linens shining eerily in the soft blue lights of his stereo system.
“Uhm…uh, yeah…I’m up,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”
Laurie’s eyes adjusted to the low light and she walked to the bed. She sat on the side, facing her son; her left leg bent, resting on the bed, her right foot on the floor. She laid her hand on his thigh and felt him jump beneath her touch. “Nothing’s wrong, honey.” She lifted her left hand to his cheek and caressed him gently. “Dad and I thought you might have been a little upset earlier. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Laurie tried hard to keep her voice light and even. It wasn’t easy. “Here, let me get this…”
Laurie reached with her right hand to a small concentrated-beam reading lamp on the headboard shelf. As she pressed the switch, she heard Matt gasp.
“Oh, Jesus…Mom…you look…God, you just look so great!” He could barely get the words out of his mouth.
Laurie looked down at herself to see that the bright little light was shining completely through her stretch lace top, her skin glowing a soft pink. She glanced back at Matt to see him staring at her nipples as they grew longer before his eyes, almost pushing through the sheer, black lace. Then she saw the look of uncertainty in his eyes as he turned away, his face burning in the strange light of the room.
With her left hand, Laurie turned her son’s face back around to her. “See, honey,” her voice was as soft and melodic as she could make it. “That’s what I meant. You were upset before, weren’t you?”
“A little, I guess.”
“But why, Matt? Did I do something to make you upset?”
Matt’s voice was a low moan as he answered. “No, Mom…it wasn’t you…it…it was…me.” He choked back a little sob. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have been looking at you like that…”
“What do you mean, Matt?” Laurie brought his face back once again. “I didn’t think you were ‘looking at me’ in any particular way.”
“When I kissed you before…I could…I mean…I saw your breasts, Mom.” He was so red Laurie could see the waves of heat coming off his face. “God, they’re so…I mean…your so beautiful, Mom.”
Laurie lowered her voice even more. “Darling, there was nothing wrong when you saw me. Please, Matt, don’t feel bad about that. It was really nothing.” All the while, she kept stroking his cheek so gently, so lovingly. “Okay, baby?” Matt nodded his head and slowly turned back around to face his mother. Laurie watched as his eyes left her face and sought out her tits, boldly staring at her hard, swollen nipples.
“God, Mom…I really mean it…you are so beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely to his mother.
Laurie glanced down and saw movement under Matt’s blanket. She giggled softly, as if her laugh could hide what she was really feeling. As the material rose higher, Laurie whispered softly to Matt, “I can tell you like looking at me, Matt.” Feeling not entirely in control of herself, Laurie moved her left hand from her son’s face and lightly stroked the hardness lifting the blanket.
Matt’s cock jumped as Laurie’s finger grazed him. “What is she doing?” he thought to himself. “Mom?” he asked with a very puzzled look on his face. “Are you okay?”
Laurie tried to keep her breathing under control. Her mouth was so dry; she had to take another sip of champagne before she could reply. She was sitting there, so terribly exposed to her son, shaking on the inside…when her fingertip traced his erection under the blanket… Jesus…he had to be eight inches long.
“I’m fine; Matt…I’m just so happy you think I’m so beautiful…so flattered that I can affect you like that.” And she looked at the blanket…her breathing getting shallower. Matt had moved his left hand and laid his long fingers gently across Laurie’s left thigh. The soft jazz coming from his stereo had changed to a harder Afro-Cuban beat; the rhythms growing more intense, more insistent as they looked at each other. “Matt,” Laurie’s voice was low, sounding distant to her, “I like to look, too…is it okay if I look, baby?”
Laurie felt Matt’s fingers tense along the muscle of her thigh until he was squeezing her. She took his silence and his response as permission and slowly pulled the blanket down, uncovering his fully awakened manhood an inch at a time. Laurie looked closely at his blood-engorged cock, fully eight inches long, from the moist little slit at the top, down the thick, meaty shaft and finally to the soft, wrinkled skin of his scrotum.
“Oh, Matt,” she moaned from deep in her throat, “you’re so beautiful, God…so perfect…”
Matt remained silent, only the sound of his rapid breath coming from him. As Laurie moved her hand along his bare thigh, inching closer to the heat from his groin, Matt’s thumb caught in the side string of her panties. “Baby,” Laurie moaned at her boy, “do you want to see more of Mommy?”
She heard him gasp, saw his cock jump. “All you have to do is untie the bow, baby.” She saw the hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes. “It’s okay, baby…really.”
Matt looked up at his mother, the doubt almost gone from his eyes. “You have to help me, Mom.”
Laurie gasped as she heard the words come softly out of his mouth. She moved her right hand to where his left hand was, poised over the little black bow resting on the soft curve of her hip. They each took one end and slowly pulled the bow apart. Laurie dropped her end. Matt was left holding the string attached to the tiny front panel covering her hot, moist pussy. His breath was even shallower than before, his heart beating so loud he was surprised Laurie didn’t hear it.
“Go ahead, baby…it’s alright…” Laurie’s breathing matched her son’s, “Matt, I like it when you look at me, sweetheart.”
Moving like he was under water, Matt slowly peeled the small lace triangle away from his mother’s flesh. His breathing was slower, and she heard small moans issued from deep in his throat as he first exposed the small tattoo above her left lip and then the rest of her smooth, bare mound. He dropped the string and turned around to look at Laurie.
His voice was choked with such raw, strong emotion. “You are…oh, Mom…that’s so… oh, Mom…so perfect…” Laurie felt Matt’s words make her react physically. Her nipples were so hard they hurt…her cunt so moist it was starting to drip with her excitement.
Clearly, it was getting to Matt as well. Laurie saw that the thick, pink head of his straining cock was covered in a clear liquid. Laurie jumped suddenly as she felt Matt’s thumb slide around over her tattoo. Matt whipped his hand away from her immediately. He was flushed dark red, trying to apologize for touching her.
“No, Matt,” Laurie was pleading with her son, “it’s okay, really. You just startled me…that’s all, honey…really, I mean it.” She took his hand in hers, and placed it lightly in the crease between her thigh and her stomach. “Touching is okay, too, Matt, as long as both people want it, anyway.” She took a deep breath and looked at her son. So very quietly she said, “I think I’d like it if you touched me, honey. Would you like it, too?”
Matt was so torn; he couldn’t find the words he needed. All Laurie could hear was her own heartbeat and the moans emanating from her eighteen year-old son. Then suddenly, she was aware of his long thumb making small, tentative circles over the fleur de lis inked into her silky skin. Then she was aware of the liquid warmth that was washing through her cunt.
“Tell me about your tattoo, Mom,” Matt choked the words out as best he could. Laurie grew more at ease, having found a way to continue both her son’s education and her loving seduction. She inched a little closer to him, her thigh now leaning against his naked hip; her fingers now just inches away from the soft, wrinkled skin of his sac.
“It was a long time ago, Matt.” Laurie started speaking in a low singsong voice, complemented by the exotic rhythm of the music and the strange lighting in the room. She reached for the small lamp and switched it off.
“Mom????” Matt was not shy about looking at his mother now. “What are you doing?”
Laurie’s voice remained more calm and controlled than she felt. “I think it will be easier…touching, ya know…in a little less light. Is that okay, baby?”
“Sure…I guess so.”
“Like I said, honey, it was a long time ago – before you or Lisa was born. Daddy and I were on a long vacation in Europe. This was done one night in Brussels.” Laurie’s voice got a little quieter as her mind drifted back to that night. Slowly, she moved his thumb in larger circles until, inevitably, he grazed the soft pink flesh of her lips. Laurie gasped, “Oh, Matt…that feels so good.” She pressed down on his thumb so softly, urging him on.
Bolder now, Matt started stroking along the side of her slit on his own. He could feel her moisture starting to seep out, coating her pussy lips. Laurie continued, as best her shallow, rapid breathing would allow, “Matt, baby, I’m afraid that if I tell you the story, you’ll think I’m not so nice…not a very good mother at all.”
Matt was now repeating the same soft, fluid, up-down motion along her slick lips, using three finger tips now. “Oh, Mom,” Matt tried so hard to control his voice, “you feel sooo good! Mom, there’s nothing you can tell me that would make me feel that way…you can tell me…really.”
Laurie’s mind was screaming at her…David’s voice…the look in his eyes when she promised him earlier…this is her son…how could she?...God, what he was doing to her felt so good…she knew it was wrong…but it felt so fucking good!
Her voice was so hoarse, her mouth so dry she had to take another drink of her wine. “You’re a young man now, aren’t you Matt?” He looked up at Laurie’s face, pleased to find his eyes had adjusted to the dimmer blue light. Again, he could see all of her breasts, the dark circles of her aureoles and the swollen tips pressing against the sheer lace. Laurie moved her left hand so her fingertips rested lightly on the wrinkled skin. “Just remember, Matt, how much I love your father…how much I love you.”
While their fingertips lightly teased and provoked each other, Laurie told our son about that one night long ago. First, she told him a little about our trip, reminding him of how we moved from country to country, picking hotels at the main train station in each European city we visited. Then she came to Belgium, and she told him about having a ‘communal’ bathroom and shower on each floor.
“I came out of the shower, dried off a little, and wrapped a towel around me to go back down the hallway to our room. As I started to push the door open, it was pulled from the other side. I came through to quickly…off balance…my towel slipped and then I straightened up and I was standing right in front of this strange man.”
Laurie was getting really turned on as she remembered more and more details; she slid her bottom around on Matt’s sheet, trying to find a more comfortable position. As she moved around, Matt kept his fingertips busy. After one half-turn, Laurie’s cunt finally felt a little of what it had been waiting for as one of our son’s long fingers slid over her lips and slid in to her hot, wet cunt.
“Oh, Matt…” Laurie’s voice was shaking, “please don’t stop, baby…that feels fantastic.”
“Tell me more, Mom.”
“I will, baby, just don’t stop.” Laurie was in the throes of lust, knowing the thrill she was seeking was close. She bent her head over Matt’s flat, hard stomach, propped up on her right hand. With her left, she circled the base of the upward curve of his thick shaft with her thumb and forefinger, holding his throbbing erection straight up. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out, swiping a clear liquid pearl from the slit at the head of his cock. “Oh my God,” she moaned to herself, “he tastes so good…so fresh…so young.”
She rose up again to continue her tale. “We chatted for few minutes and then he invited me and Dad to join him for a drink in his room after he had his shower. I told your father about it, and he said he wanted to meet our neighbor. He asked me if the man was attractive – I told him yes.” Laurie’s hips had started to move to the beat of the music, bringing Matt’s fingers in and out of her.
“Dad asked me to wear some pj’s he thought were really cute. In a little while we down the hall. It was real strange, baby. After I introduced them, the man said something to your father in French. After Dad answered him, they both spoke only French…until your dad left.”
“Why did he leave you there?” Matt was showing definite interest and concern for his mother’s well-being. He was also still not quite sure why he was finger-fucking his incredibly hot mom…or for that matter, why she was letting him! But he was quite sure that he was loving every minute of what was rapidly becoming the hottest night of his life.
Matt had never told anyone about the thoughts and feelings he sometimes had about his mother. He’d never dreamed it could possibly ever happen – yet her she was, almost fucking naked on his bed, treating him like a man, not a kid any more. “Fuck…” his thoughts crazy, “she licked my fuckin’ dick!”
“He knew I wanted him to, baby.”
“Why?” He wasn’t going to make this easy.
“He was a very attractive man, Matt…something about him…I was very excited by him… and your dad knew it, honey.”
“So he just left you there?” Matt was very confused. “Mom…” Matt’s voice lost all the control he had worked so hard to keep. “Did you…uhm…sleep with this guy?”
“Yes, baby…wait, Matt…see, I told you…” Laurie reacted to Matt’s fingers as they pulled out of her.
“No, Mom…that’s not what I meant…really.” He twisted his lean body down and around Laurie’s torso. “I just wanted to get a closer look while you tell me about it.” She could feel the warmth of his breath on her bare mound as he lowered his face to his mother’s tattoo. Laurie’s heart was racing as she placed her hand on her son’s neck. She was waiting…knew it was coming.
Matt flicked his tongue at her, just barely touching the little gold flower. Laurie gasped out loud, her hand pressing at the back of his neck without thought. She heard him ask, “Did Dad know you fucked that guy?”
This was the question she had wanted him to ask – she wanted to bring everything out in the open for her son. As she started to answer, Matt started to drag the flat, broad surface of his tongue along the crease between her pussy and her thigh. Laurie moaned, “Yes, baby. Daddy knows about everything…oh, goddamn it, Matt…don’t stop, baby…”
“Tell me, Mommy.” Matt couldn’t believe what was happening. Man, she felt so smooth – she tasted so clean and good. “What do you mean ‘everything’?”
Laurie couldn’t keep her fingers from his angry young cock. He felt so hard, so hot in her hand. Her voice kept breaking as she spoke. “He wasn’t the first guy, baby…that your daddy…gave me to. He…wasn’t the last…”
Matt saw colors exploding in his head when she touched his rock-hard dick. He couldn’t believe any of this was happening. What Laurie said made no sense to him…but he was licking his mom’s cunt lips…that made no sense, either. “He gave you to him?”
Laurie sat up straight and drew Matt’s head up so they were looking at each other face to face. “We were in his room. Daddy stood me up in front of this guy. Standing behind me, Daddy stripped off my pajamas. I stood there naked in front of this stranger; Dad kissed my neck and told me to have a good time. Then he left.”
“Mom, that’s so hot!” Matt’s voice was so intense. “He stripped you?” His thoughts were those of a young man, longing to see naked female flesh. “Show me,” his voice rose with his desire, “show me, Mom.”
In the strange blue light, Matt saw his mother take a deep breath and then cross her arms in front of her and take the bottom of the camisole in each hand. His breathing stopped, his heart pounded so hard as she slowly lifted her arms up, revealing all of her stomach and then the heavy rounded curve of the bottom of her breasts. Laurie stopped momentarily, the lace caught on the hard extension of her thick nipples, causing Matt to look again at her eyes, silently pleading with her to keep going.
She smiled so warmly, so lovingly at her son, this beautiful young man. “I love your dad so much, Matt. You can’t ever forget that.”
“I know, Mom.”
Taking a deep breath that pushed her chest even closer to him, Laurie pulled the black lace up and over her breasts and then completely off. Matt could only moan as he stared at her big, full breasts, her incredible nipples standing straight out, pointing at him.
“I love you, too, Matt.” Laurie took Matt’s hand in hers and pressed it to her chest. Matt kept the low moan coming from his throat as he moved his fingers over Laurie’s tit, finding and pinching her extended nipple between his fingers. Laurie moved closer, tilted her head towards his, and kissed her son passionately. She was totally buzzed, her nerves vibrating, but she felt calm as well, as she let her lips open to the probing of Matt’s insistent tongue.
Matt was completely buzzed as well. He couldn’t believe this was happening! So many nights he had lain in bed playing with himself, thinking about his mother’s body…the way her tits felt against his chest when she kissed him goodnight. How many times he had jerked off to the dirty thoughts he had of sucking his mother’s tits, then finally fucking her sweet cunt. Now, she was fucking making out with him…naked…on his bed!
Matt moved his arms around her, drawing her close into a lovers’ hug. Laurie’s breasts were pressed against his chest as her tongue fought with his, driving both of them deeper into their frenzy of lust. Pulling out of their deep soul kiss, Laurie moaned as she fell backwards across the bed, “Oh my God, Matt…where did you learn to kiss like that?”
Matt was laying on his side, resting on his left elbow as his right hand kept moving in lazy figure ‘8’s’ across her deep pink nipples, over the soft roll of her stomach and then brushing across her moist lower lips. “Really, Mom…all I ever did was make out a little. I really don’t know anything about…uhm…you know, about all this stuff.”
Laurie’s pulse started to quicken again. Looking up at the ceiling, not meeting his gaze, she whispered to her son, “Would you like me to teach you, baby?” As the words came out of her mouth, she could feel the wash of her sex coating her cunt, making her ready.
“Is that okay, Mom?” Matt’s mind was still trying to make sense of this. “I mean…yes, of course I want you to…but, Mom…you’re…you know…my mother.”
“I know, baby…Mommy loves you so much…I want to help you – show you how good it can be.” Laurie’s whispered pleading made him feel better. “Do you want me to, baby?” Slowly but firmly, she pulled Matt’s head to her rounded breast. As he had done so many years before, he started sucking on her erect nipple.
Matt rational thoughts gave way to the animal instinct rising to the surface. His voice was broken and hoarse when he finally spoke. “Yes, Mom…please…please teach me everything.” And his words caused Laurie to start squirming on the bed as mini lightening bolts shot through her.
“I will, baby…I will.” Laurie moved to the center of the bed, spread her long, shapely legs, and drew her knees up a little. “Move over me, Matt. Do you know what ‘69’ is, honey?” She moved Matt so he was hovering over her torso, his face just inches above her steaming, anxious cunt. “Move your knee, baby…here…” she helped him raise his right leg over her head, resting it so he was straddling her. Her eyes locked on the thick, spongy head of his cock, only inches away from her waiting lips.
“Now, Matt, start to lick my pussy…oh yes…just like that, baby…gently, honey… slowly…that’s right, baby…oh God, it feels so good, Matt!”
Matt couldn’t believe the sensations, the way his skin was vibrating as he lowered his head and dragged his tongue across Laurie’s mound. He circled her hard little clit with the tip of his tongue and then ploughed through her lips until he reached the bottom of her slick love tunnel. As he started the slow return trip, he became aware of a new, different feeling. Better than anything he had ever felt before…
Laurie was losing her mind! Matt’s tongue was magic – the way he was eating her…so natural, every touch just as she wanted it, needed it. Taking what she knew would be the final plunge into her nasty, lust-filled seduction, Laurie used one hand to guide Matt’s thick eight inches past her lips and into her wet and waiting mouth. Laurie let his cock slide over her tongue and deep into her throat. Her lips slowly allowed Matt's massive man meat entrance to her warm accepting mouth; her lips and tongue sensed Matt’s oversized cock head. As she worked her own tongue around the crown of his cock, Matt started moaning into her crotch. “No, Mommy…stop...I can’t…oh, God…please, Mom…I’m gonna cum…”
Hearing him, she let her tongue rub gently against the big tip of her son’s moist glans and agreeably large manhood...over the head...to his thick and heavily veined shaft. Her tongue traveled down to her son's considerable ball sack...with its double orb contents...she teasingly made her tongue swirl one ball at a time into her now very eager, passion gripped mouth. One at a time she carefully sucked on her son's full testicles...feeling the appealing softness of each one as she moaned in appreciation of her son's accepting her now frankly lewd conduct.
Matt groaned again; he urged her on, spread his lean but well-muscled legs. As his mothers tongue invaded his asscrack he let out a tiny giggle of embarrassment as well as of his sexual arousal. Matt was now in the throes of his mother, Laurie’s, greatest blowjob.
She heard his moaning grow louder as she ‘swallowed’ around the thick shaft, using her throat muscles to massage his glorious erection. Laurie moaned and groaned, licked his steely man meat furiously as she shut down breathing from her mouth and only took in air through her now dilated nostrils. She was sucking in air as well as the musky aroma that now hung heavily in this room, this place of Laurie's greatest sin. Her own arousal was now dramatically evident by her drenched love tunnel.
She was vaguely aware of his muffled scream as he lost control, emptying his swollen balls, shooting thick, hot ropes of semen down her throat. Four, five, six times she felt the hot jets spurting from her boy’s rock-hard penis…she tried furiously to swallow it all for him.
Matt knew he was screaming; he couldn’t stop so he buried his face between his mother’s thighs, letting go completely as his cum rushed up from his balls and spilled into Laurie’s mouth. He felt her throat surround his pulsating prick – felt her swallowing his cock and then his cum as she kept him locked in her wonderful mouth.
As his scream faded, Laurie gently pulled him out of her mouth, taking the time to lick the remnants of his sweet cream off his cock. She could tell, as he pulled away, how sensitive it must have been. Matt moved around again so he was lying on his side, his face next to hers. His eyes were starting to fill with tears, overcome by what had transpired.
Not understanding, Laurie was quick to offer comfort. “Oh, Matt…that was so wonderful…are you alright, baby?”
“I’m okay,” Matt choked out the words. Getting a little more control, he said again, “I’m fine, Mom. That was just…so…oh, Mom…I never felt anything like that. Mom, I love you so much.” He lowered his face to hers and kissed her with all the love, passion and lust that he felt. Laurie pulled back a little. “Mom, is everything okay?”
“Oh yes, Matt...everything is better than okay…it’s just that…you know…some men don’t want to taste themselves…and you coated my mouth, you know?” Laurie giggled now, some of the tension lifting off of her.
Matt smiled at his mother. His fingers moving automatically back to her breasts; he asked her if his dad liked to kiss her after. Laurie nodded at her son and he moved back down to her and gently licked her cum-covered lips. “Is Dad a good lover, Mom?” His fingers had found her nipples and he started to pull on them. Again, Laurie smiled and nodded her answer. “Can you teach me to be like him? Do what he does? Can you, Mom?”
Laurie’s heart was about to burst. She knew Steven had taken a huge risk, asking her to come down here in her ‘fuck me’ lingerie. She knew the risk she had taken when she first knocked on Matt’s door, exposing herself to either humiliation or the greatest sexual situation she could imagine.
“Yes, baby…I can teach you to be a great lover…just like your dad.” Laurie giggled again, “Maybe even better, with a lot of practice, baby…your cock is bigger that Daddy’s.” Again, her heart caught in her throat. In a whisper, she asked, “Do you want to fuck me with this big, thick cock, baby?”
“More than anything, Mom.” Matt’s voice mirrored hers. He kissed her again, his tongue searching out every inch of her mouth.
When he broke their kiss, Laurie sat up and pushed him on to his back. This time, she straddled him. Another deep, searing french kiss kept them united for another minute before she started to slide down his body. As she moved slowly down the length of his torso, Laurie used her hands and her tongue, stroking him and licking the sweat off his chest, dipping her tongue into his navel.
When she was straddled over his thighs, she bent down and lifted his thick, heavy cock to her lips again. She looked up at her son and smiled. “Relax, Matt…just enjoy the feeling. You won’t cum so quickly this time, baby.” Lowering her face, she held her mouth open wide for him and in a single motion, slid her moist, swollen lips over his tall, proud prick until her nose was buried in his curly light brown hair.
Matt was in a state of pure bliss as he felt his mom suck his dick all the way into her throat. He felt himself growing harder and longer than ever before as she drew back and her tongue played with his piss-hole and lapped him around the sensitive edge of the crown.
Every nerve was exploding through Laurie’s body; the lightening bolts were back, striking her distended nipples, concentrating around her swollen clit. She was consumed by the lust she felt for her perfect young man and his perfectly formed cock. She was amazed by the feeling of his thick, long prick in her mouth. She knew it was wrong, but God, it felt so right!
Then, all of a sudden, she knew the time was right. She held his thick shaft in her hand as she drew her clinging, puffy lips slowly up and off his cock. She sat upright on her knees astride his hips, her dripping cunt poised over the tip of his incredibly long cock. As she brushed her cunt lips slowly with the wet head of his stiff prick, she looked down at her son, her love radiating from her sky blue eyes.
“Do you want to fuck me, Matt?” Her words were barely audible. “Do you want to fuck your mommy, Matt?” The words alone were making her cunt walls quiver in anticipation.
“Yes, Mommy, I do.” Matt whispered back.
Laurie raised her voice. “Tell me, Matt…what do you want?” She put just the head of his straining cock into the warmth of her moist slit, moving it so slowly back and forth, making her son absolutely crazed with lust.
“I want to fuck you, Mommy…I need to fuck you now!”
“What’s Matt gonna say, Daddy?” Lisa’s whispered question set my pulse racing. Again, my mouth was so dry I had to take another sip of my drink before I could reply. As I reached for my glass, my robe split open, my rock-hard 6 ½ inches standing tall and exposed to my daughters lingering gaze. Shit, shit, shit! “Daddy?” Her voice dropped even lower, but her intensity nearly knocked me off my chair.
I drew the robe back over my leg, but it did nothing to hide the tent popping up from my lap. When I looked up again, she was standing right next to me. My daughter looked down at me with an expression that was just not right…not the way a daughter should look at her father. I was trying desperately not to look back at her with the same naked lust that I saw in her eyes.
Lisa seemed to take control of the situation. Maybe I let her…my mind was racing around in too many directions to have any control at all. She kneeled down next to my chair, staring at my tented robe, then lifting her face to mine, her mouth open, her tongue snaking out and licking her lips; her breathing was forced but under control. I dropped my gaze; My pulse raced, my breathing out of control, I just couldn’t help myself as I sat there mesmerized by perfection of her breasts, revealed in all their glory under the sheer red nightie.
“Daddy, what’s going on? Why did Mom go downstairs dressed like that?” Lisa put one hand against my cheek, bringing my face back to hers. Her other hand made its way to my thigh. “Tell me, Daddy.”
“Honey,” I started to reply in a calming tone, “She just went down there to make sure your brother was alright. He seemed…a little…upset before, that’s all.”
“Dad, she was almost naked!” Lisa’s hand was starting to inch closer to my straining erection. “Matt shouldn’t be seeing her naked, should he?” Her feather light touch over my robe was making me crazy. “Anyway, why was he upset?”
I tried to concentrate on answering her…it was so hard. “You know the dress you both were wearing earlier? You know what happens when you lean over in it?”
“Daddy! Did you see my breasts before?” I swear she was giggling as she asked me the question. “It’s okay if you did, Daddy.” She moved her hand further up my leg, only an inch or two from my hard meat, and her voice dropped again. “I know you’ve wanted to for a long time.”
“No, baby…no…that’s not what I meant…” I still wanted to turn this conversation around before it got too hard. “It was Matt, honey…when he kissed your Mom before, I saw her twist…and her dress…you know…kind of gaped open…”
“OH MY GOD…Matt saw Mom’s tits, didn’t he?” I thought my little girl would have been shocked. Instead, she only started laughing again. “Poor Matt. I bet he freaked, didn’t he?” Then, a puzzled expression moved across her beautiful face. “But then, why did Mom go down there dressed like that?”
“Baby, we thought it would be better if Mom could get him past this, showing him there was nothing wrong, he didn’t have to feel bad or funny just because he saw her breasts…you know…that looking was a natural reaction.”
“You mean the way you look at me, Daddy?” Without warning, I felt my daughter’s hand draw back the bottom of my robe, leaving my leg bare and my thick, hard cock sticking straight up for her to see. I couldn’t speak – I wanted to stop her, to stop all of this…but I just couldn’t speak. “I like looking at you, too, Daddy. Your cock is so handsome, so strong looking.” She bent down, her face only inches away from my hardness, her soft warm breath massaging the taut skin beneath her. She moved with agonizing slowness even closer…the tip of her tongue escaped her lips…I thought she was going to…but just before she made contact, Lisa looked back up at me with Laurie’s lust-filled eyes and her mother’s seductive smile.
“Wanna see me, Daddy?” Lisa’s voice was dripping with her unnatural desires. “Might as well…you’ve already had your natural reaction.” Without a sound, she stood up next to my chair, all 5’2” of her, and lifted the sheer red lace up and over her head, letting it fall silently to the floor. I was undone by her beauty, her freshness and the trim, athletic form she exhibited to me. “Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?” Her eyes were locked on to mine.
“Baby doll, you are so beautiful…so perfect…I could never imagine…” My awe-struck eyes moved slowly down from her perfect face and little bow lip mouth, past the graceful length of her neck and smooth round curve of her shoulders. She must have felt my gaze on her perfectly shaped breasts. Her pale, pink nipples grew tight and long, emphasized by the surrounding flesh, still pale from tanning in a bikini. “You are such a beautiful young woman, Lisa…I don’t know what to say.” Then, from nowhere, sanity struck. “But baby, this isn’t right…you know it…we shouldn’t be doing this.”
But she knew I was just trying to say the right thing; she could see my eyes devouring all of her exquisite form. If she had noticed, she would have seen the moisture gathering at the top of my throbbing cock. “But Daddy, it’s the same as Mom and Matt. Besides, I’ve seen all of you…” She moved her hands so that her thumbs were hooked around the thin sides of her tiny panties. I tried to stop her, tried to say no…but the words wouldn’t come. “So I think it’s only fair that you see…” She lowered her hands along her firm, toned thighs, dragging her panties down. “That you see…all of me, too.”
Lisa balanced herself on the arm of my chair as she stepped out of the bikini panties and then stood straight and tall before me, as if waiting for my inspection and approval.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking straight at her succulent, pink young pussy. She had shaved so that just a small strip of hair remained on her plump mound, leaving her nether lips bald as the day she was born. “Fuck me!” I thought…there was nothing on earth I wanted more at that moment than to slide my tongue through her fresh furrow.
“Lisa, baby…” I tried once more to be the correct father, “we can’t do this, kiddo. It just isn’t right, baby.” But I was fighting a losing battle for both of us.
“Looking is okay, Daddy…isn’t that what Mom is telling my brother? What’s the difference? What’s the big deal, anyway?” She giggled like her mother…it was getting uncanny. “We’ve already seen all of each other; now…relax, Daddy, please?” Then she moved her mouth next to mine, planted her soft lips on mine. I kissed her like I knew she wanted me to…like a woman – not my daughter. I literally saw stars as I felt her tongue wriggle between my lips to make contact with mine. She lingered against me, her breasts pushing into my chest as we continued to kiss. As our tongues moved to explore each other’s mouth, her nipples got hard as little stones against the heat of my flesh.
Lisa withdrew her tongue slowly, licking my lips in a lewd and slutty way. It was if she could read my mind, responding exactly they way I’d dreamed. She moved like a cat against me as she stood up, grazing my lips with her swollen and hot pink nipple. “Kiss it, Daddy!” She hissed at me just like her mother did, with lust flowing over her body in waves. Everything inside of me crumbled as I took that delicious flesh bud between my lips. “Jesus Christ,” the thoughts all scrambling in my head, “she tastes so good…feels so good…what the fuck am I doing?” Lisa felt me pull away. She draped her hands around my neck and smiled her wicked little grin at me.
“Daddy?” She sounded almost like a little girl. “That felt sooo good…why did you stop?”
“Oh, baby…I just can’t now…I’m sorry, Lisa…but God, baby, you are so beautiful…” I could barely get the words out, my heart still pounding from the erotic thrill of sucking on her perfect breast, using my lips to chew softly on her pert nipple. I had to calm down or I was headed to a heart attack. I pushed her away, just a little. That was a mistake.
She lost her balance, just for a moment, and then recovered by grabbing the far arm of my chair and resting her knee on the seat. Her inviting, clean-shaven pussy lips were spread wide, letting me see and making me smell the precious dew that had collected there. That twenty year old cunt that I coveted so much was poised just inches over the tip of the longest, hardest erection I’ve ever had.
My daughter, flesh of my flesh, looked down at our closeness, and then up at me with the same goofy grin I’d seen earlier. “Daddy?” She giggled her unspoken question. And as she started to lower herself slowly over me, again, I recovered in time to grab her around the waist and lift her off of the chair. But not before I let her feel the heat of my cock-head against the first folds of her magical slit.
“No, no, little darlin’,” I tried to be stern, but I knew she saw right through me. That was okay, I wasn’t really mad at her at all. But we did need some separation. I shoved her softly away, “Why don’t you rest over there,” I nodded towards our bed. Lisa turned her head to look, her flowing hair swirling in my face. She turned back with another swirl.
She leaned towards me, smiling. “The bed, Daddy?” And suddenly I felt her small, delicate hand surrounding my hot, thick cock. She gave me a quick squeeze around the glans as she kissed me lightly on my lips. Turning to the bed, she whipped her hair around once more. “Gonna join me?”
“Unh unh,” I nodded my head, “I’m staying right here.” As Lisa flopped down naked on the soft quilt, I started to re-adjust my robe.
“No, Daddy…come on! That’s not fair!” She was the pouty child again…oh, she was good! “You said looking’s okay, right?” Her voice was suddenly quite seductive as she lay back against the pillows, resting on her right side, facing me. “Daddy…” her voice held me spell-bound, “You can look at me…” She slowly drew her left leg up, her knee almost above her rounded hip. She exposed herself so completely to my hungry eyes. She put her left hand on her bent leg and stroked upwards, so slowly along the side of her calf. “C’mon, Daddy…let me see, too.” She let her hand fall lightly down the inside of her firm, taut thigh until her fingers hesitated just above her bare pussy lips. “Please?”
My eyes fixed on the dew drops that started to saturate my daughter’s luscious, pink pussy. Without thought, I drew the fold of my robe back, exposing the long curve of my rock-hard manhood to her view.
Lisa smiled sweetly at me, and then her fingers started to move closer to her hot, little steam cavern. I just couldn’t take that…way too intense. I got off the chair and turned to my desk, took a joint out of the drawer, took a long drag deep into my lungs. I held the smoke down as I turned back towards my daughter, still splayed quite lewdly on my bed.
It only took her a moment to recognize the pungent aroma. “Who’s the bad boy now, Daddy?” She lifted her hand to wag a finger at me, baring her glistening lips and the tip of her tiny clit to my view. “Better give me some of that…c’mon, Daddy…now!” I walked over to her, taking another toke on the way (it was slowing my heart rate remarkably quickly.) I stood in front of her, silently holding it in, and held the joint out to my little girl. As she reached to take it, she evaded my hand and snaked her fingers into my robe and around my still hard pole.
The smoke left me in a rush, mental and physical. God, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more at that moment. Christ, it felt so good! With her palm softly cradling the back side of my hot, meaty shaft, she drew it slowly upwards towards the sensitive crown. Not giggling any longer, her voice dropped. A rough, low growling sound came from her now.
“You feel so hot, Daddy…” she took the joint in her other hand and brought it to her lips. “You’re so hard…” She used her thumb to rub the moisture from my tip around the swollen head. “Is this because of me, Daddy? Did I do this to you?” Her mouth was smiling but her eyes were clouded with lust as she took a long drag of the pot. She kept looking at me as she held in the smoke, kept up the soft, incessant circles of her thumb around the ridge of my cock head. Finally, she let the smoke out in a long, dramatic plume, and then quickly took another toke.
She held the joint out to me, but as I reached for it, she drew her hand back to her breast. As my hand lunged the final two inches towards hers, she moved her hand to the side, baring her firm, perfectly-shaped 34B tit to my groping fingers and my hot, sweaty palm. “Oh, man!” I thought I was in heaven…but knew this was a short respite on my way to hell! Still, she felt so fucking good in my hand! I kept squeezing her boob, rolling her puffy nipple between my fingers as I took the smoke back and took a drag for myself.
I offered it back and as she took it, I reluctantly let go of her breast and gently (I was so sensitive) took her fingers off my cock. I let the smoke go and told her to lie on her stomach and I would give her a back rub. My little baby moaned as she turned over. “Oh yeah, Daddy…Mom says you give the best massages.” She took one more hit of the joint and handed it back. I took a last hit myself and then got a bottle of massage oil from my closet. I guess it was the pot, or I just wasn’t thinking clearly anyway, when I shut the light by my desk and lit a couple of candles.
“This is the way your Mom likes it, baby…it helps her to relax. I think you could use a little relaxing now, too.” I tried to keep my voice soft and smooth, adding to the calmness that the candles and the scent of the oil lent to the room. I poured some oil in my palms and started to massage her shoulders. The texture of her skin was just how I remembered Laurie’s at that age. My wife has wonderful skin – the product of good health, lots of exercise over the years, lots of sex, and a good massage three or four times a week. Lisa’s flesh was all that…but with the taut firmness and the unique feel and tone of a beautifully fit young woman.
The pot was very good. We were both quite ‘mellow’ after a few minutes of massage. Lisa was lying down with her face on her arms, moaning and groaning softly as I worked the muscles under her silken flesh. I was silent (I usually was when I massaged Laurie) and I felt myself drowning in the sensations of the oil and my daughter’s flesh. My fingers moved automatically, I had done this so many times before. Without thought, I oiled my palms again and slid them up the smooth, sleek sides of her torso until my hands surrounded the outsides of her breasts. She felt so hot, firm yet pliable under my experienced hands. She felt fucking perfect!
“OH God, Daddy! That feels so good…don’t ever stop, okay? Please?” Lisa was moaning again, enjoying everything that was happening. Then after another minute, “Daddy, do you just rub Mom’s back when you give her a massage?” I noticed a slight hint of the little girl creeping in.
“No, baby…usually, she wants a…uhm…you know…full body massage.” I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words escaped my mouth. My Academy Award-worthy daughter turned her head half way back to me and whispered, “Daddy, can you please do my butt and my thighs? They’re really, really sore. Please, Daddy?”
Helpless to do anything other than what she asked, I poured more of the warm, scented oil into my palms and started to coat her hot, trembling flesh. My fingers spread wide to cover the backs of her supple, golden legs, and I spread the oil upwards, letting my thumbs caress the oil into the soft inside skin of her upper thighs. She was moaning louder again as my fingers spread upward over the firm half-globes of her flawless ass. My thumbs dragged lightly up the crease on either side of her young cunt, then spread her cheeks apart, revealing the dark pink crinkled skin of her anus. Fucking Heaven!
I don’t know if she was looking at me, or if somehow, she just knew. “Oh yes, Daddy…” I heard her through the deep moan, “Yes…please, Daddy…Ohhh…” as I lowered my head to her, spread her a little wider, and dragged my tongue through her crack, then stuck the tip just inside the crinkled skin. I was in heaven…I knew I was headed to hell!
My thoughts seemed to snap back. I lifted myself up and sat on the edge of the bed. In as ‘friendly’ a tone as I could produce, I told Lisa that the pot had given me a bad case of dry-mouth, and I needed to go get a cold drink. “Okay…actually, that sounds pretty good,” she said. “Let’s go.” She sat up, stunning me with the perfection of her naked form. She leaned over to get her nightgown and in the process, moved across my lap. She bent down quickly and licked the head of my cock! Before I could react, she had grabbed her top and sat up straight to put it on. She giggled, just like her mom, “Now we’re even, big boy.”
I put my robe back on and we went downstairs to the kitchen. You pass a short hallway from the path between the stairs and the kitchen that leads to a small bathroom and Matt’s bedroom. As we walked passed, Lisa said something about Laurie having been in there, “just about naked, Dad!” for quite a while. It started to pique my curiosity as well. Lisa wondered aloud what they could be doing in there for so long. I was just about to reply, when we both heard Matt’s wail.
“I want to fuck you, Mommy…I need to fuck you now!”
Lisa threw a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughing Oh My God poised on the tip of her tongue. I didn’t have quite that reaction…I flashed back on the very first time I watched Laurie fuck another man. Pride, lust, trepidation and general craziness all fought for control of my thoughts. I had to find some kind of balance. Somehow, I didn’t think it was right if Lisa knew I had sent Laurie down here…sent her down here to fuck her son.
Our house was built about sixty-five years ago. Well maintained by its various owners, it still had some of the original fixtures, windows and doors. In fact, the door to Matt’s bedroom was one of the originals. It had an old-fashioned key hole above the knob. Lisa was all over it as soon as we heard her mother’s response.
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