Subject: My Mom Meets My Fiancé
Story Codes: MF FF oral incest mother daughter cousin
Diary Date: March 3, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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If there is one thing I know my mom regrets in life, it's not having a
son. It’s not that she didn’t WANT one, she just couldn’t. It wasn't her
fault. In fact, in a way you could say it was MY fault as she was unable
to bear children after I came along. As such I knew she has been looking
forward to the day I got married so she could finally have a "son" of her
own. Now that she's divorced she doesn't even have to wait until after
the wedding as we had always discussed. Indeed, she was ready and
anxious to check out Steve’s marital “qualifications” the first chance
she got!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – A Mother’s Dreams
Chapter 2 – My Mom Meets Steve
Chapter 3 - Kristi and Me Together
Chapter 4 – The Morning After
Chapter 1 – A Mother’s Dreams
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As I mentioned in the summary, ever since I started dating and having sex
my mother has told me about her fantasies of having a son. Who could
blame her? I mean like her husband had a daughter to satisfy his needs
so why shouldn’t a mother have a son for hers? That’s not at all to say
the only reason she wants a son is for sex, no more than my dad only
thinks of me that way. But when it comes to her fantasies, this one near
the top of the list.
Considering we are talking about MY husband, people might think I would
have some say in the matter. For me the question is not whether or not I
would allow my husband to have sex with my mother as that’s not my call
to make. By virtue of him being my husband he becomes a part of my
family and as such he has the right to have sex with anyone in my family
that he wants, provided they agree of course.
It’s not like we are cavemen and the guys go around taking whatever
female they desire. My “permission”, as if it’s needed in the first
place, will be given when I say, “I do.” In the same way that Steve
effectively agreed to MY family relationships when he proposed to me. In
a civilized society if both parties are part of the same family and
consent, then who has the right to tell them they can’t have sex?
One question that lingers for me is would I really want to watch Steve
fuck my mom? It’s one thing knowing what is going on in the bedroom but
quite another to witness it. For that matter, would ANY girl want to see
her husband fucking her mother? Oh sure, every porn movie and erotic
story would lead you to believe that the new bride just can't wait for
such a moment but since when do these sources reflect reality about
anything? These are the same scum that would lead you to believe that
every woman wants her face covered in cum, that girls walk down the
street ready to jump at the chance to have sex in a moving van with
strangers, or that ugly guys with video cameras can talk girls into have
unpaid sex under the guise of “auditioning”. Yeah, right. Enough said.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned since being engaged is that it’s easy
to THINK about things and discuss them when you don’t have to actually DO
them. Ever since I started having sex my mother would tease me about how
she hoped that I would marry soon so she could have my guy for herself.
It was all just talk. My boyfriends were safe as my mom’s strict morals
forbade her from committing adultery so she couldn’t actually DO anything
until I married someone.
Growing up I never gave any thought to my fiancé as until we said our
vows he would be off-limits. The only reason this has become an issue
now while I am engaged is that my parents divorced a couple of years ago
meaning now she can have sex with anyone she wants without the
limitations and restrictions of her marriage vows getting in the way.
With my mom living way out in Oregon now, the distance factor also came
into play. She has rarely visited Pittsburgh since she walked out on my
dad, actually not having returned since the divorce was finalized. So
far I’ve visited her once so I was looking forward to her next visit.
I’d thought she would be home for last Christmas but with the weather and
her work she wasn't able to make it so now it was a couple months later
before she could arrange another time.
So back to the issue at hand... When I called my mom to tell her the good
news that her daughter was engaged, her first words were “Finally, what
took him so long?” Not long after that she asked when she would get to
meet him to which I replied that she needed to come back to Pittsburgh!
Actually my mom HAD met Steve, but it was twelve years ago back when I
first started dating. Steve was my “first” and my mom was the first
person I gave the news to after giving him my virginity. It is sort of
ironic that he was also the first boy she would kid me about marrying so
she could share him with me. Granted, it was 100% joking as my mother
would have never had sex with a boy his age, even if he WAS sixteen
(which seemed SO old to me at the time), but it’s funny how these sort of
things work out in life. Now I WAS marrying him and I WAS prepared to
share him with her. Who would have ever predicted it?
When my mom called me to tell me she was finally going to make the trip I
was thrilled. My mother has always best my best friend, the person I
could always confide anything and never have to worry about her judging
me. It wasn’t until she hinted that she was looking forward to seeing
“all” of Steve that I realized that this was not something I had really
discussed with Steve yet. Ooops.
Oh to be sure Steve knew all about me and my dad - I made sure of that
before he even proposed. And yes, he was already enjoying being with my
Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi. I had mentioned this to my mom and when
she heard that he actually preferred my aunt over her daughter, I sensed
a bit of tension even over the long-distance connection. I could have
kicked myself for running my mouth as I knew that my mom and her sister
weren’t exactly on the best of terms. My mom still blamed her sister for
being a large reason for the divorce. It had nothing to do with my dad
having sex with her - they’d been doing that since high school, grade
school for Linda. What made my mom mad was her supporting my dad’s
addiction to pedophilia - a long story for another time. It certainly
didn’t smooth things over when she moved in with my dad, especially
considering some of the kinky scenes they started getting involved with.
So anyway, in all the talk about the women in my family, we had somehow
avoided my mother. Perhaps avoided is the wrong word - make that we
simply didn’t think about her in that way. That was most likely due to
her being so far away. Heck, Steve hadn’t even seen her since her
returned to Pittsburgh. Another factor may have been Steve’s mother.
While Steve had fooled around with his mother once back when we were
dating and she watched us having sex, since then there was nothing
between like that. Oh sure they were close and enjoyed kissing and
groping but it was always over their clothes. On reflection, maybe the
fact that he never considered sex with his own mother that he avoided
thinking about sex with his soon-to-be mother-in-law.
I knew I had to deal with this before my mom arrived, and the sooner the
better. The where and how was easy to decide. If there’s one thing I’ve
learned over the years, if you want to get a man to talk and agree to
anything, ask him during sex, especially right after he cums. It’s like
all his hormones are raging and any inhibitions are flushed away along
with his sperm. It almost always worked with my dad and I found that
Steve was just as easy.
So the next time we were having sex, I waited until Steve had cum in me
and while I was still on top of him I lifted myself up and looked him in
the eyes, or at least as best I could with his being half-shut after his
orgasm.
“My mom’s going to be here next week,” I said off-handedly.
“That’s nice,” he sighed. I had to wonder if he’d even heard what I
said!
“She wants you to fuck her.”
Now THAT opened his eyes. Well, at least he was listening which was
better than many times after he’d just cum as hard as he had. Men! How
many times have I laid in the bed while they go to sleep and masturbate
myself because I’m still ready to keep going while they pass out?
“Your mother wants me to have sex with her?” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Well duh,” I teased him, wiggling my bare butt on his crotch trying to
revive his cock while it was still in me. “Doesn’t every mother want to
have sex with their future son-in-law?”
Steve just laughed at that but I liked it as it made him jump a bit in
bed, pushing his dick into me again. To my delight he was hardening up
again. Was it my pussy around his dick or the thought of my mother’s
pussy around it that was arousing him?
“C’mon... you got to admit Kelly, not many do.”
“Well... don’t you think your mom would like to have sex with me?” I
teased him.
Steve’s eyes rolled up in his head and then he shook it. “First, my
mother is NOT a lesbian and second, she would never have sex with you.”
Now what was he so certain about that? Anyway, I pretended to pout,
sitting up more straight which had the added benefit of driving his now
stiffened dick even deeper inside of me. I leaned back over and kissed
him, feeling his tongue exploring my lips and mouth. We separated with
our faces barely inches apart, my hair hanging over us like a tent.
“Seriously now Kelly, does your mother REALLY want to have sex with me?”
“Well, you fuck her sister don’t you?”
Steve laughed again and again his dick jumped in me at the thought of my
aunt.
“Don’t tell me she’s jealous,” Steve sighed.
It was getting harder and harder to maintain a conversation. I mean that
literally as well as figuratively as his erection was filling my wet
pussy once again.
Mmmmmmm, I wanted him to fuck me again... and again. God I love him!
Quickly I told him how she had teased me about him back when we first
dated and then assured him that it was OK with me. I was starting to
bounce on his dick a little, unable to fully contain myself any longer.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered conspiratorially. I nodded and
he continued, “I always wanted to fuck your mother back then... she was
HOT!”
With that we both laughed and the conversation ended as Steve pulled me
into him and then rolled over so he was on top, keeping his dick in me
along the way. For the next fifteen minutes or so, there was no further
conversations about my mother!
After he had cum in me again, this time he DID pass out, or at least he
fell asleep awfully quick. We could have gone for a third time and it
would have been just fine with me but he’d been working a lot of hours so
I knew I’d have to wait a while before he was ready to go again. I laid
next to him, feeling his warm body against mine as I slowly rubbed
myself, his sperm oozing out of me and lubricating my clit as I played
with myself.
At least it seemed that Steve didn’t have any issues with me asking to
have sex with my mother. Not that I ever had much doubt in the first
place of course. Now the ball was back in my court in terms of how to
get it done. The key question that dominated my thoughts was would I
want to watch?
When I first told Steve that my dad fucked me, he naturally thought I was
pulling the biggest practical joke ever on him. It wasn't until he
watched from the closet as my dad fucked me in the cabin that he couldn't
dispute the facts any further. After that he made it clear that while I
was free to keep my obligations concerning my dad, he preferred NOT to be
involved in any way. It seemed a little funny at first considering this
is the same guy who loves to watch other men fuck me - at least all other
men but one. He insisted it wasn't because he didn’t like my dad doing
me or that it bothered him, but that it was just something he wasn't
turned on by.
Actually it was probably best that he didn't want to join in. My dad may
be a huge pedophile but he is NOT a homosexual in any sense of the word.
While he has fucked me with his brother, that was with his brother, not
just some other guy. Steve may be his daughter’s fiancé but he was not
my dad’s brother.
So now the shoe was back on the other foot. Certainly I didn't need to
watch for confirmation. I had no doubt they would do it. The question
was did I want to see it for myself? OK, so maybe I would the first time
just because I’d be curious to see her reaction to Steve. It’s not like
Steve has an eight inch dick or anything but he is pretty good in bed
from a technique standpoint. He also licks pussy better than most guys
as well - but I may be biased!
Remember, I haven’t hardly seen my mom fuck anyone else besides my dad
all my life. When I last visited her we went out and fucked a few guys
but they were just strangers we picked up for sex, nobody that meant
anything. The guy who I’ve seen fuck her more than anyone besides my dad
is my cousin Rick and he was Always just a “boy toy” for her. She seemed
to enjoy the way he drooled over her and begged her to let him fuck her
as much as the sex. So when it comes to Steve, I sort of look forward to
see how she reacts to him and how she approaches him - as a MILF, a slut,
a mom, a mother-in-law, or what. Well, hopefully I’d had my answer soon.
Chapter 2 – My Mom Meets Steve
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One of the reasons my mom chose this week to take off and visit was to be
here for my birthday - March 1st. Damn, I couldn’t believe I was going
to be 26! Like, that meant in four years I’d be thirty and that just
sounds WAY to old.
So anyway, she arrived Monday night, my last day as a 25 year-old. Steve
and I picked her up at the airport and so she got to see Steve right
away. She marveled at how he had grown up which only made sense since he
was 28 now and the last time she’d seen him he was sixteen! He
immediately got on her good side by saying she hadn’t changed a bit. She
was 44 now with her 45th birthday coming in early June so it wasn't like
she was the 32 year-old mom he’d known when he was dating me. Still, I
have to say I think my mom has done a great job in keeping her figure and
she’s always been a sharp dresser. Just ask my poor dad who has to pay
the credit card bills!
Steve drove on the way home and my mom sat in the front seat with me in
the back. He’d borrowed his mother’s car so we wouldn’t have to put her
luggage in the back of his pickup truck. At first mom thought it was HIS
car and she commented on how nice it was that he could afford a Lexus but
Steve quickly reset her expectations when he corrected her and said he’d
drove a ten year-old truck. Although he kept it in good condition it
definitely was not an almost- new Lexus. Oh well, it has paid for so
that was something. I guess we could have brought my car which was
actually my mom’s old car. Still, the Lexus was newer and nicer than my
older Avalon.
My mom had originally made reservations at a downtown hotel. She
obviously didn't want to spend the week with my dad and aunt and there
wasn't a lot of extra room at our house. Still, once I heard she was
going to have to pay a hotel to come to visit I insisted she stay in my
bedroom. Unfortunately I only had a twin bed so that meant I would
either sleep on the couch in the living room or share Kristi’s queen bed.
Well the answer was obvious and if anything, Kristi teased me earlier in
the week that she might be bringing home someone to share it with us.
That was just an all-around bad idea. Knowing how my mom felt about my
dad dabbling in underage sex now with her sister, the LAST thing I need
was for my cousin to bring home some boy toy to play with while my mom
was staying with us! She claimed to be just teasing me but I’d learned a
long time ago that when it came to Kristi, nothing is beyond belief.
Steve helped carry my mom’s luggage up to my room like a gentleman. I
was so proud of him! Kristi was home and she greeted her aunt with a hug
and a kiss. She mentioned something about my dad and her mom coming over
tomorrow before my birthday and I had to admit I was a little relieved
that they had decided to wait a day for my mom to settle in. Over the
past year my mom and dad had reconciled a lot of their differences. I
don’t mean they would ever get back together again but just that they
came to some understandings.
My mom asked for a few moments to freshen up after the long flight so the
rest of us went back down to the kitchen for some snacks. My mom joined
us soon and we spent the next hour or so catching up on most everything,
especially the upcoming wedding. It was starting to get late and I
mentioned to my mom that Steve would have to leave in a while to get to
work. I hated his schedule but as the junior paramedic he was stuck with
the midnight shift until he got more seniority.
“Oh, then I guess we had better get going then?” she said with a sly grin
as she looked over at Steve. I wasn’t quite sure where she was going
with this so I asked her what she meant.
“Well let me see if I have this right... Steve here has been fucking my
daughter since she was what, fourteen? Now he’s doing my favorite niece
as well. On top of everything, he’s also having sex with my sister.
Have I got this right so far?”
Steve seemed a little surprised by my mom’s straightforward approach but
then that was my mom. She never has been one to mince words. Still, I
saw his cheeks redden a little bit. It was funny as I imagined in his
mind she was still my mother just the same as she was back when he was
dating me. Back then he was more than welcome to come over to our house
to fuck me and while he knew my parents were well aware of what we did in
my room, it wasn't like she talked about it so frankly with him.
“Well technically mom, there was like a twelve year gap for me,” I
corrected her.
She just flipped her hand at me, dismissing my point as being irrelevant.
“My point being, who is the only female at the table right now that he
has NOT been fucking lately?”
Kristi was obviously quite amused at Steve’s reactions to the new
direction our conversation was taken, She sat back and folded her arms,
making it clear that she was NOT the one.
My mom looked at me and then at Kristi, finally turning her attention
back to Steve. “Well young man, looks like that leaves me, doesn’t it?”
she said in almost a parental tone. Steve shifted in his seat, obviously
a little uncertain with where this was going.
“So what are you going to do to correct this problem?” my mom asked
Steve, smiling at him naughtily.
Steve looked over at me. Yeah, like I was going to help him out of this
situation. Poor guy, but I just sat back and waited for him to respond.
I only wished I had this on video as the expression on his face was
priceless. Finally Kristi couldn't contain herself anymore.
“Oh for Christ sake Steve, are you gonna fuck her or not?” she blurted
out, “Crap, do you need a written invitation?”
Steve looked at me as if he didn't know whether to crap or go blind.
Well, I couldn't let the poor guy dangle like this any longer so I stood
up and motioned to them to get up as well.
“Steve. I’ve been listening to my mom complain to me for years that I
need to get married so she could have my husband. I think we’re close
enough to that so just do me a favor and do her, for me.”
My mom smiled at me and then turned her attention back to Steve.
“I don’t bite... at least not hard,” she teased as she took his hand and
led him up the stairs. About halfway up she turned back to me and asked,
“Wanna join us girls?”
Kristi started to speak up and I knew she was going to jump at the chance
but I elbowed her hard in the side to shut up. She whined at me but at
least she didn't say anything.
“You guys just go have fun, OK,” I replied for the two of us. Still
Kristi wasn’t about to be turned away that easily.
“Yeah... you two use Kelly’s bed. Kelly and I will be in mine if you
need us... right Kelly?”
Why was I surprised? This was my ex-whore Kristi next to me, the only
girl in school who ever out-slutted me, the only girl I knew who had
fucked more guys and done nasty things I would never even dream of in bed
- and out. For her to just stay downstairs and watch TV while her aunt
and future cousin-in-law had sex just wasn't in her DNA. Besides, I
can't say the idea didn't appeal to me. Kristi made a ton of money as a
prostitute because she looks incredible and she knows how to use her
body.
With that my mom and Steve disappeared into my bedroom although they left
the door open. I really wasn’t sure if my mom was serious about us
joining or if she was just teasing us a little. In any case, I was
pleased it was working out this way. We all would be getting what we
wanted and I wouldn’t have to worry about how I would react seeing my
fiancé screwing my own mother.
Chapter 3 - Kristi and Me Together
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As I undressed in Kristi’s room, I watched her strip down and once again
marveled at her delicious body. God, now wonder guys would do almost
anything to have sex with her. All her life, at least since she entered
puberty, she had made the best of her God-given assets. For someone who
never studied or cracked open a textbook unless absolutely necessary, she
somehow managed to graduate from high school and I don’t think it was any
secret amongst the faculty as to how she did it. In college she couldn't
fuck her way through classes as easily and left after just a year for a
“career” more suited to her.
With us both naked, we pulled back the covers and climbed in bed. As I
reached for her I realized how long it had been since we had done
anything like this. You might be surprised at how little Kristi and I do
much together since I moved in. It's not like we ever did all that much
to start with but we did a lot more before I moved in with her than
after. Maybe we are just together too much that spending a night
together too is not something we feel that we need. Now when we get
together it's more like we're comfortable with each other like wearing a
favorite outfit.
We laid on our sides, facing each other and she pressed her warm smooth
body against mine, pushing her leg in between mine and pressing her thigh
into my crotch while she pushed her own into my leg. I could feel the
warmth of her pussy against me and I knew she was horny as hell - which
describes her condition 90% of the time but this was still special.
Not a word was spoken as we kissed, our hands reaching over to the other,
running up and down our nude forms. I reached for one of her perky
breasts and put my palm over it, letting her nipple poke out between my
fingers. I gasped as she reached down between us, running her hand
between my legs and cupping my shaved pussy in her hand.
“Mmmmmmm, been a while cuz,” she whispered as she started to rub me.
As I fondled her breast and she rubbed my crotch I laid there thinking
about our relationship. God this felt so good to do with her! Although
at times it's like Kristi is more my sister than my cousin, I wondered
what it might have been growing up with her as my actual sister. Would
we have shared a room - or even a bed? Kristi grew up sleeping with her
mother and indeed, until her mom moved in with my dad they spent every
night together. In contrast, when I was growing up I rarely spent the
night in bed with my parents and almost never with just my mom. Would it
have made either of us any different had we shared a bed instead?
Kristi slipped her finger into my moist pussy pushing it while using the
palm of her hand to stimulate my clit. I sighed softly as I squeezed her
breast in response and lowered my head to suck on her nipple.
How many times had we been like this over the years? Not anything
overtly sexual, just lying next to each other and gently touching and
kissing? Usually it was like this - with her hand between my legs and
mine on her breasts. Many people when they see us together and remark at
how similar we are which I find almost silly. Anyone who REALLY knows us
knows that we are actually total opposites in many ways.
Take us at this very moment. When it came to sex with girls, if I was a
guy people would call me a boob guy. I appreciate the curve of a woman’s
legs, the eroticism of a cute pussy, but what draws my attention is her
breasts. Maybe it goes back to when I was just a teen struggling to deal
with my own late-bloomers but I can tell you that the first thing I see
on a girl is her boobs... and Kristi’s are perfect. I could touch them
and lick them all day - and often have just about done that.
Kristi, on the other hand, goes straight for the crotch. It’s like when
I am next to her she can't keep her hand out from between my legs. She
knows I appreciate my boobs to be touched and kissed and she does pay
attention to them but I think if she had her choice she would camp out
between my legs. The ironic thing about all that is, or perhaps it’s a
result of, is that running around I tend to hide my boobs and expose my
bottom while Kristi, if she wears anything, wear panties and nothing on
top.
We were also different in many other ways. I was near the top of my
class in high school and college whereas Kristi fucked her way through
school. In fact, I never once had sex with a teacher while Kristi
claimed to have done a number of them. Personally I think she is
exaggerating a little but then I saw her graduate which told me some of
it had to be true! I hate anal sex whereas Kristi loves it. Given that
both of our mothers are also into anal, I’m not sure where my feelings
evolved but that’s the way I am.
Kristi is a whore, willing to do just about anything if you pay her
enough. By comparison, I am a slut which means I may not charge money
for sex but I am not afraid to use sex to get what I want. Also, I only
have sex with people that I want to have sex with, not because they have
a fat wallet. Kristi is much more outgoing and less inhibited than I am.
I prefer more the subtle approach, teasing and flirting to attract
attention and drawing the man to me. If Kristi wants a guys she has no
problem just walking up to him and asking for it!
Kristi also is much more into girls than me. I mean, I enjoy sex with a
girl As much as anyone but it needs to be someone I have a relationship
with. Perhaps that’s because for me sex with another girl is much more
intimate and personal than with just another guy. I’ve been laid by
literally hundreds of men over the year (if you count party gangbangs)
whereas I can still count the number of girls I’ve been with on my
fingers - and a few toes.
Perhaps our differences are what keep us close in that we really don’t
compete with other but rather complement one another. For example, when
we’re with a guy together I LOVE to suck dick while Kristi can’t wait to
jump on board. Of course I love to be fucked but I am just referring to
how quickly we get there!
Kristi put a second finger inside of me and my thoughts immediately came
back to the business at hand. She pulled them out of me and put them in
her mouth, sucking on each finger and running her tongue around them like
she was cleaning off a beater after making a cake.
“Mmmmmmm, you taste so good tonight,” she whispered wickedly, putting her
hand back down between my legs once more.
Then I felt her shift and move her leg, then bringing her hand back up
and rubbing the wetness she had gathered from her own pussy on her boob
and nipple. I reached out with my tongue and licked it off, the strong
scent of her pussy filling my nose as I ribbed it against her wet breast.
“Not so bad yourself girl,” I responded back and then stiffened
involuntarily as she thrust her fingers back into me once again.
Kristi pushed herself up on her elbow and then pushed on my upper
shoulder, signaling me to get on my back. She reached up and grabbed a
pillow, pushing it under my butt. Working her way around to between my
legs, she reached out and ran each hand up the inside of my thighs,
meeting together in the center and then lowering herself down to start
licking me in earnest. Damn she was good!
“Oh God Kristi... that feels so good,” I whimpered as I lifted my hips up
to meet her talented tongue.
She didn't say a word but just looked up at me to meet my eyes with her,
the edges of her mouth curling up a she tried to smile while she had her
face planted on my pussy.
As horny as I was, not to mention the incredible job my cousin was doing,
it didn’t take long and soon I was having my first orgasm. First in that
if I knew Kristi it wouldn’t be the last! I could feel myself cumming on
her face, almost like I was peeing as she licked and ate my cum. I just
closed my eyes and lifted my head back, arching my back to just let the
wonderful sensations pour through my body.
As it dwindled down, Kristi licked up the length of my pussy kips and
then slowly up to my belly, past my bellybuttons and then to my boobs.
She kissed each one in turn, then tugged playfully on my nipples with her
teeth before moving up to kiss my neck and then my lips. I loved the
taste and odor of my pussy on her mouth as we kissed long and slow, her
laying on me know with her boobs pressing against mine.
I figured it was my turn to repay the favor but to my surprise she jumped
off of me and reached over to the nightstand drawer, pulling it out and
rummaging through it. She giggled as she grabbed something and then
twisted back around to show me a massive double dildo. It was jet black
and somewhere between one and two inches thick, flexible but solid. The
ends were molded like a cock head. Damn, it looked really hot!
“Been a while,” she giggled as she sat down opposite me and then scooted
up with our legs intertwined.
I sat up and watched as she licked on end and then reached down to push
it up inside of her. Her eyes sparkled as she worked it in, twisting it
and moving it back and forth until almost half of it was in her.
“Your turn,” she invited me, holding it still inside of her by the base
just where it entered her pussy.
I grinned and spit on my hand, then wetting the end just enough. I
wouldn’t need much help as wet as I was after that orgasm! The I took it
from her hand and pushed myself in close to her until the head of the
dildo was at the entrance to my pussy, then pushed it in a I worked
myself close to her so as to keep as much in her as possible. It felt a
little cold at first but that sensation quickly faded away as my pussy
warmed it up.
Looking down, it was a sight to behold as our pussies were now only a
couple of inches apart, linked by a black shaft between us, the ends of
which were each buried at least five or six inches in us both. Normally
I am not a dildo girl (another difference between me and my kin),
preferring my fingers over an artificial dick. This was different
though. Every time Kristi moved the least little bit I could feel it
inside of me. It was almost like she was fucking me! I guess you could
say it was like a strap-on (another thing I don’t like - if I’m with a
girl I want to be with a girl) but it was different in that we were both
doing the other at the same time.
With us joined, we started to rock slowly forward and then back on our
hands, letting the dildo slide between us, in her while out of me and
then reversed. For a moment I wondered if my mother was feeling Steve’s
dick in her like this at this very moment. I’d been so absorbed in
Kristi that I hadn’t really thought about my mom and Steve!
Kristi had one hand on her boob while she supported herself with the
other. I was working with the dildo, shoving it back and forth between
us to enhance the movement of our rocking. Then she dropped her hand to
her clit and started rubbing it furiously, sighing and moaning as her
hips began to thrust harder and harder against the artificial dick inside
of her. Her orgasm caused her to cry out but then she’s never been one
to keep quiet when she cums. Seeing her getting off was enough for me as
number two took my breath away. I started rubbing myself as well,
driving me deeper and deeper into the pleasure zone my orgasm was
creating for me. Finally we both collapsed forward together, hugging one
another, still joined together by that wonderful dick - even it was just
latex.
I moved back, leaving the dildo in her as she twisted around and laid
next to me again, only this time she was on her back. The dildo was
still lodged in her pussy so I reached down to start moving it again for
her. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what I was doing and then she
just groaned a another orgasm hit. I put my leg over hers, pushing my
soaked pussy against her hip bone and rubbing myself against it like a
dog in heat. Finally Kristi put her hand on mine, holding the dildo
still in her as she gasped for breath.
“Fuck Kelly... that was fucking good,” she said in a voice made husky
with her lust. Then she turned her head to me and got this naughty smile
on her face. “Do you think Steve can fuck me too... God I need it so bad
right now?”
Typical Kristi, always wanting more, always wanting it to be all about
her. This was one time I had to tell her no as Steve couldn’t stay all
night and this was suppose to be about him and my mom. In fact, looking
at the clock I wondered if Steve had left for work. Well, if he hadn’t
then he was going to be late! Then again, maybe he had called in sick.
Now if THAT was the case then maybe Kristi might have an idea - only I
would want some of that delicious dick for myself.
I told Kristi to hang on while I went and checked. My mom was laying on
the bed all alone on her stomach with her legs spread out. She was still
naked without even any covers over but then she had slept in the nude as
long as I could remember so that wasn't any surprise. I pulled the
covers over her and she didn’t even stir. Between the long flight and
then being with Steve, I couldn't blame her. I suppose the jet lag
didn't help either.
Walking back out of the bedroom, I was a little disappointed knowing that
Steve must have left sometime while I was with Kristi. In a way I felt a
little embarrassed that we had gotten so into each other that I didn't
even notice when he’d gone. I wondered if he tried to say goodbye to if
he just looked in and decided to leave us alone. I learned later the
next day that the latter was the case, but it still made me feel like I
had put my own needs ahead of him.
When I returned I gave the bad news to Kristi but she didn't seem overly
disappointed. In fact, she just reached out and whispered in my ear, “So
where were we?”
It turned out that we didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. The last
thing I remember was laying with my arms around my cousin, her hair in my
face as I snuggled up against her warm bar body, asking myself why the
hell we didn't do this more often!
Chapter 4 – The Morning After
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The next morning I checked in on my mom after I finally got up and found
her Now laying on her back after apparently kicking the sheets off during
the night. I pulled the covers back over her again and though she
stirred just a little she didn't wake so I left the room quietly.
“Guess your mom’s pretty tired,” Kristi observed as we sat down for some
cereal.
I reminded her about the flight and the time zone changes but Kristi just
giggled. Well, at least my mom had gotten some sleep last night!
“I think it had more to do with that stud in her room last night,” she
teased me, “I know I get pretty worn out by the time he’s through with
me.”
She was taunting me more than anything, like she was daring me to react.
Truth be told, I didn't need to say anything. Kristi was just putting on
a show to cover up her chagrin at Steve only having fucked her a couple
of items whereas he’d done her mom a LOT in the past few months. If
there was one thing Kristi was NOT accustomed to it was playing second
fiddle when it came to sex. For me it was just poetic justice. How many
times over the years had she stolen a guy from me or been the one to get
the most attention when we were out? I hate to say it but I felt a
little pleased to see her having to deal with those feelings herself for
once.
Actually it was only a little while later before my mom trudged down the
stairs to join us. She had on a long robe and house shoes and sat down
at the table with us. She looked us over with still sleepy eyes and
shook her head.
“I guess some things never change,” she said with a rather amused
expression as she checked us out, “My goodness Kristi, aren’t you
freezing like that?”
Her comments were obviously directed out our dress - or lack of it,
especially in Kristi’s case. While I had on a long sleeved shirt I’d
“borrowed” from Steve’s closet, Kristi was sitting there naked without
even anything on her feet. Not that there was anything unusual about
that. As I mentioned earlier, what WOULD have made the headlines would
have been if she WAS wearing anything. Both she and her mom rarely wore
anything around the house. I wouldn’t say they were nudists, just that
neither of them liked to get dressed at home. A pair of panties would
have been considered “covering” themselves.
To be fair Kristi just took after her mom, so I did when it came to mine.
While I couldn't see under the heavy robe, I would have bet my next
paycheck (not that it was that much) that underneath were panties and
either a t-shirt or a bra, or all even three. Exempting those times when
she was heading for the hot tub or running between the bathroom and the
bedroom, I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’d seen
my mother run around the house nude. Why she and her sister were so
different in that aspect I had no idea but they had both been that way as
long as I could remember.
I guess you could say I was like my mom but a little less conservative.
I am certainly not a nudist but at the same time for me it’s not so much
in covering myself as simply wearing something. Even a short t-shirt is
better than nothing. It doesn’t matter if my bare ass is showing so long
as I have something on up top, even if it’s just a bra although THAT
would be pretty rare.
“Well?” Kristi finally had to ask. My mom just looked at her like she
had no idea what she was talking about but I knew better than that.
“So are you going to tell us how it was with Steve or not?” Kristi
bubbled over.
“Ohhhhhh, you mean THAT!” my mom said, still pretending as if nothing of
importance had happened last night.
I just sat there and listened intently. To be honest, I was just as
anxious as Kristi was to hear all about it but why not let her do the
work?
“Well, if you both insist,” she sighed, as if it was such a laborious
chore to tell us. Still, I knew she had to be bursting herself to spill
the beans.
It felt a little weird at first listening to my own mother describe how
my fiancé had fucked her last night. Of all the boyfriends I’ve brought
home, many of who she secretly watched as they fucked me or I just blew
them, she had never had sex with any of them. I’d seen her with my Uncle
Jim and his son but that was family. The guys we did together during my
last visit to Oregon didn't really count as they were total strangers.
No, this was my Steve she was talking about, the man I would soon be
marrying!
I wondered if perhaps this was how she felt when she saw me fucking my
dad? My mother had never once mentioned anything about not liking to
watch us. Indeed, if anything she seemed to enjoy it. Unlike Steve’s
mother who just sat there like a stone as she watched her son fuck me, my
mother would masturbate when she watched my dad doing me.
Kristi seemed totally enthralled by my mother’s description of the
previous night and I have to say, she didn’t spare any details. If
anything, it was like she went out of her way to describe every thrust of
his dick and where every drop of cum came to rest. Again, I felt almost
like it was a role reversal a this must have been how she felt when I
would come home from dates and tell her all about what happened. It was
just that I had never heard my own mother telling such tales!
In the end there was no doubt that she approved of my choice for a
husband and that she had every intention of taking advantage of him
whenever she could. I hate to say it but for a brief moment I was almost
happy that she was living so far away as I might never have him all to
myself again otherwise. Those selfish thoughts were quickly brushed
aside but still, I’d never seen or heard her so enthusiastic about sex
with anyone - not even my cousin Rick who she had always seemed to enjoy
so much.
The rest of her trip wasn't all about sex by any means. In fact, most of
the time my mom was here we spent going over the wedding. We looked at
dozens of dresses and went through lots of magazines and such. It was
fun to finally be able to do all this with my mom. For most of my life
I've dreamed about my wedding and a lot of it had to do with my mom being
involved.
One thing that was NOT discussed while she was visiting - my dad. It
wasn't like anything bad was said but more like just nothing was talked
about. I think we've gotten past the point where any more needs to be
discussed so perhaps this is a good sign for moving forward.
My dad came over for my birthday but he only stayed long enough to be
polite and then left without saying anything to my mom. I DID go over to
see him the day after and that's when he gave me my birthday present - a
sexy white nightie with sheer matching panties. It was the first time
he'd ever given me anything pure white - read into that what you want,
LOL. Of course I modeled it for him and it didn't stay on for very long
but then it's not suppose to, right?
One thing that was a little surreal was having my mom and Steve's mom
meet. They weren’t total strangers but then they weren’t ever exactly
friends either. I had told my mom about how Steve's mom liked to watch
me being fucked by him - which she thinks is a little weird by the way.
I don't know if it's because of what I told her about Steve's mom or
what, but she seemed to make it a point NOT to watch me and Steve have
sex during her visit - not even a BJ.
So anyway, our moms got along OK but there was a sense of aloofness on
both of their parts. Maybe it was my imagination but something was
missing between them. They never got together by themselves, only with
Steve and me being there with them. Any thoughts that Steve's mom might
open up to my mom were quickly dashed.
Steve made a point to spend as much time as possible with us during the
week. I don’t know how he managed at work missing so much sleep and it
couldn't have helped that he spent most of the time fucking one or the
other of us. I found it interesting that while he had no interest in a
threesome with me and my dad, he couldn't wait to do me and my mom
together. Once we even let poor Kristi join in and I think Steve thought
he had gone to heaven and died!
So all in all I had a great visit with my mom. We didn't go out and do
anything crazy like when I visited her out west - no picking up guys or
pretending to be sisters and that sort of thing. We DID eat out every
meal and shared a lot of wine and cheese. It was just a pleasant week
with the woman I love more than anyone else in the world - well maybe
except for Steve but you know what I mean.
THE END