"Hot luscious buns?" Liz was beaming, intruding with a tray of gooey sticky buns. Traci was grabbing an extra place setting for the coffee, eggs, bacon and toast she had ready. Dede was wearing the long robe Traci bought for Jake that he never wore.
"I hope we didn't make too much noise last night!" Traci was teasing Liz dreadfully. "This is my friend Dede, she's going to show me how to be a lesbian!" Traci was wearing a bikini top and almost see thru short pink yoga pants.
"You nasty tease, I've been begging for weeks to be your first.." Liz sighs. Dede was liking the voluptuous milf almost immediately. Liz was eyeing Traci with the same old lust. "How was he Dede? I've been begging him to fuck me for years!"
Dede waited for Liz to turn her attention, "That man can do things to ya.." Slowly slipping the robe open showing Liz her pierced and bruised boobs.
"Fucking lucky bitches.." Liz sighed.
"Put that away mommy.." Traci chuckled. Liz and Dede are about the same age, a woman can tell. "Liz writes erotica, she dreams about old men, lonely perverts, reading her stuff and stroking themselves."
"Hey I'm trying to eat lunch!" Jake wishes he had worn more than his old ratty gym shorts.
"Eat me anytime you want stud.." Sultry, Liz was getting very hot and bothered. Shook herself, "I gotta go.." Few steps to her patio flinging the door open, they could hear her yell, "Where the fuck are you Bill?"
Jake laughed between bites of his sticky bun, "Love you babe.." He loved the twinkle in her blue eyes when he said that word. Traci shook her boobs, she melts when he looks at her like that, peeled back her skimpy string bikini top.
Jake loved how he could make her tits almost burst with a few words. "You two.." Dede is beginning to believe in magic.
"By the way, what is your safe word?" Jake sat like a dolt with Traci and Dede laughing their heads off, "Tell me dammit!" Dede got her composure back first, looked him dead in the eye..
"Fuck my ass!" Jake nearly spit out his mimosa. Dede and Traci hugging each other getting even more laughs in, holding each other up.
"How in the hell is that supposed to work for a safe word?" Jake rolled his eyes.
"Simple." Dede Pulled Traci closer, legs beginning to intertwine sensuously. Traci was returning the hug, pressing her breasts tight to Dede. Distracted as they both were inching closer to their first sapphic kiss.
Seemed to be an afterthought Traci finished the explanation, "Quit abusing her and fuck her lovely ass.." Tenderly their lips met, hands roaming. Gaining in passion, bare tits rubbing together, forgetting all about Jake.
"Hey.." Jake broke them apart. "We've got to clean the bedroom first." Dede pulling up her robe that had fallen from her shoulders, retying the belt.
Traci was putting her bikini top back together and stretching the waist band of her tights letting some air into the overheated crotch.
"Nobody likes a quitter Jake.." Dede's sexual tension building. Shinning sun makes all of them sweat.
"Feels like incest, mommy and daughter kissing.." Traci raising the passion putting a kinky twist into the mix.
"Ever have that fantasy Jake?" Dede reading Traci's thoughts.
"Fucking momma's baby girl," Traci winding up emotions, "Mommy watching her baby girl getting defiled and joining in..."
"Mommy showing her baby girl how to suck cock.." Dede chuckles at the reaction in Jake's shorts.
"Baby girl watching her boyfriend bust in momma's backdoor.." Traci stoking his hard-on over the strained gym shorts.
"Time to clean the bedroom!" Dede taking Traci's hand walking away leaving Jake frustrated.
"Wash the dishes and make us dinner slave!" Traci nagging Jake over her shoulder.
***
"Nasty cunts its happy hour." Sizzling chicken fajitas with all the fixings on the older overlooked dining set. Pitcher of margaritas and a big bottle of Patron tequila. Poured them all a shot, "Salud!" Traci poured hers in her margarita.
"Do you love our dresses for the evening." Dede had an ornery smile.
"Prom dress that I never wore and a little black dress I only wore once in college." Traci laughed. Small talk while they ate Jake learned about the dresses.
Wasn't really a prom dress, it was a formal dance at one of the college fraternities, re-enacting high school days, deflowering prom dates. Dede wouldn't let Traci go to the party, knew it would only cause nightmares.
Little black dress was for the fourth date with a gentleman in one of Traci's classes. Dinner at a fancy restaurant, at a fancy hotel far away from home. Traci was not happy about his romantic plan to get her drunk, take her upstairs and fuck her, she took a very expensive taxi ride home.
Laughing Jake knew about the little black dress incident. It happened while her and Jake worked together at the factory. They had been really close friends at the time. Date rape scandals were in the news lately.
"I've gained some weight since I got this dress." Traci's red backless halter was very tight over her boobs. Midi past her knees with a slit that exposed her leg. Teasing Dede and Jake all evening slipping a finger under the material or adjusting her tits.
Dede was wearing the black cowl neck that hinted at her cleavage. Shoulder straps criss-crossed at her neck and the back for some classy coverage.
Tattooed arm displayed nicely. Overall very conservative reaching almost to her knees. "Never could keep my knees together." Dede fluffing her skirt and crossing her legs.
Traci's phone dinged with an incoming text, she ignored it. "Jake if you can't control yourself we may need to tie you to the chair." Jake dropped his hands to his lap adjusting his burgeoning boner.
"That won't do honey.. no touching yourself." Dede produced some fur lined hand cuffs, "We need you to sit right here." Moving the creaky chair so Jake could see out the big kitchen window, Dede and Traci locked his wrists to the back, his hands at his hips.
"Shall we dance?" Traci started a playlist. Light flashed on in Liz's kitchen, wearing a black lacy babydoll she wanted to see the show. Tender and slow they began swaying to the music holding hands.
Gyrations of a sexy slow seduction dance, gazing at each other, at each other bodies, closer, further away for some sexy dips. Almost a kiss, backing away tempting each other with the taboo coupling.
Swaying hips motioning how their bodies could meld together if they could only break the societal incest barrier keeping them apart. Closer when Dede's hand caresses Traci's cheek, brushes her thumb over her lower lip, setting the spark for a slow tender kiss.
Breasts touching as the kiss intensifies, enveloping embrace, passionate kisses, bodies melding to the rhythm of the music. Liz's moans mimic Traci as Dede begins with lips going lower across the flush chest of Traci.
Jake squirms in his chair at the uncomfortable bind in his jeans. Liz getting louder, encouraging the erotism unfolding, Liz touching herself. Traci looks to her friend being tortured with jealousy, yearning for the love that permeates the air.
The ripping of fabric when's Dede's lust mandated Traci's bare flesh. Another sudden rip as Dede opens the slit on the side of the red dress. Traci's legs go weak when Bill steps behind Liz tearing the black lace from her chest.
"Please momma.." Traci sees Bill's hand pinching Liz's nipple roughly, his other hand dipping low under the counter returning to her breast dripping with fluids. Traci moans, "Touch down there momma.."
Frantically Dede finds the last seam of fabric ripping the dress away completely. Dede raining kisses to Traci's lips, breasts. Dede raising her hand so Traci can taste herself, sucking her fingers clean. Traci placing a hand on the counter supporting herself as she shakes in a climax.
Relentlessly Dede ravages Traci, hampering Traci's attempts to reduce Dede's dress to tatters. Across the way, "Fuck me Bill!" Liz with one knee on her counter. Jake sees everything...
Both bodies devoid of any clothing, animal lust, snarls of mutual defilement, finger fucking each other. Desperate kisses, tits getting mauled, pinches and lite slaps, love marks on each others necks.
Dede manhandles Traci to the countertop, Liz gets an eyeful of Traci's cunt until Dede's face covers the view. Starving tigress devouring the flesh, her survival depends on full meal. "Momma!" Traci's hands gripping the side of Dede's head, a wild stream splashing in her face.
"Stick it in my ass Bill!" Liz can't keep her eyes away, Bill railing his wife from behind. Dede attempts to smother herself in Traci's honeypot, starving for more. Loud crack as Jake breaks the back of the decrepit chair releasing himself.
Gathering an exhausted Traci in his arms, carrying her away from the voyeur neighbors. Liz and Bill spent, panting on the counter across the small gap between houses.. Dede chasing after them, bottle of Patron, she's not finished yet..