As the first rays of the morning sun broke through her window and onto her face, Stephanie woke slowly, stretching languorously with a yawn. She felt lazy and contented as she reached for her phone and texted her staff that she wouldn't be in today, sure that the lazy bastards would celebrate their day without the dragon queen hounding them all day long. Her first night's sleep after sexual fulfillment in many years had her feeling completely relaxed and only after a few long moments did her mind start to fret about the previous night's events.
Too sleepy to be truly stressed about it, she first relived the evening in her mind, relishing in the memories of her daughter's boyfriend's hands and mouth and that fabulous cock, shivering a bit at the memory of it inside her. She could still smell him on her skin and breathed deeply of his scent as her thoughts moved on to the more difficult questions she now faced.
Her daughter's gift of her man was a wonderful act of generosity and love, and she knew she should let it be and move on, but the thought of John was still overpowering and the longer she lingered on her memory, the more her body began to ache with desire again. Her hand moved down to her box to bring herself to orgasm thinking of him, but after touching herself and realizing what a mess she was down there, she reflected that the shower might be a better venue for it. A quick glance at the clock, though, told her both her daughters would still be going about their morning routines and not off to school and work just yet. She knew eventually she would have to discuss what happened with Laura, and Michelle certainly wasn't stupid and had to have some idea of what had gone on, but at the moment she wasn't up to dealing with the aftermath just yet. So she waited in bed naked until she heard voices in the hallway. Three voices. She went to the door with feet as light as a cat burglar, opened the door the tiniest crack, and peeped out. Laura and Michelle were both dressed for their respective days, Laura in a sharp business jacket and blouse, high heels, and her hair up, and Michelle in too-tight jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers. To her surprise, John was there too, in only a bathrobe, hair disheveled and looking sleepy. The sight of him made her pussy do a little flip and she backed away from the doorway for just a second until curiosity forced her to look again. She felt a slight pang of jealousy as Laura leaned over and kissed him, but it turned quickly to shock as she then opened his robe and stroked his cock to hardness in front of Michelle! He looked around nervously and Laura reassured him, saying,
" My mom's car is gone, she must have left for work early. I'll be home by 6 lover boy, so be ready to perform if you have anything left after last night."
Stephanie's shock increased exponentially as Michelle also leaned in, and kissed John hard, her hand cupping his balls as she teased Laura, saying
"You'll have to settle for sloppy seconds then cause I'll be home by 3 and all over this cock by 3:05! "
They then headed downstairs, engaging in the good-natured bickering that was their daily routine, which Stephanie had had years of practice tuning out. John stood for a moment, shaking his head ruefully as his dick slowly and sadly deflated. He started heading towards Stephanie's room and she panicked, realizing he was heading for the master bath and shower. HER shower!
Not knowing what to do, she looked around frantically for a few inane seconds for an escape route from the master bedroom that she already knew didn't exist. The door slowly opened as she literally dove for cover on the far side of her king-sized bed, and lay there, naked and feeling ridiculous. She realized she could see John in the reflection of her vanity table mirror but luckily he was facing the other way and couldn't see her. He dropped the bathrobe and Stephanie's heart skipped a beat as his muscular back and adorably narrow little butt came into view. He bent slightly and his balls and cock flashed into view. She realized then that he had bent to pick up her flannel shirt from last night and was thrilled to see him put it to his face and inhale with a deep sigh, clearly relishing her scent. He dropped the flannel picked up her satin panties and made a motion as to repeat the process, then changed his mind, stopped, and admonished himself, mumbling
"Jesus, Johnny, get it together man"
He tossed her panties back onto the bed and turned to head for the bathroom, Stephanie froze, thinking he must see her then in the mirror, but he retreated into the bathroom without incident and sort of shut the door, leaving it just a bit ajar. She heard the shower start pondered her options and processed what she had just seen in the hallway.
Obviously, whatever was going on with her daughters and John didn't begin this morning, their actions were all too casual. They had to have been sharing that gorgeous body between them for some time. Aside from shock, she felt a sense of relief. She had been thinking of it as a competition almost with Laura but now, seeing how easily her normally hyper-competitive daughters were co-existing in a sexual relationship, she viewed things in a whole new light. And, this being her house, if there was going to be a community dick in it, then she was more than entitled to her share. So, what to do next? Well first, she thought, getting up off the goddamned floor seemed like a solid first step. She paused at the dressing table and checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad, she thought, her body trim and firm, hair a little messy, though and she was a little stinky with sex.
All she needed, she thought with a grin, was a nice hot shower. She crept over to the bathroom door and slowly entered. Her shower had no glass door, it was large enough that it wasn't necessary. She stood a long moment watching John go through his routine...she almost laughed when she saw him getting hard and was almost expecting him to jack off ( thinking of her perhaps...?) but he finished his cleaning ritual and washed his hair. She started a bit when he turned towards her, but he stood there a long moment with his eyes closed...had they been open she would have thought he was posing...she stepped into the shower itself but still his eyes remained shut, the water cascading over his head and rippling shoulders and muscles and...
