Authors note: Sex in the dark is special. Here are four touchy feely adventures for your imagination.
In the Middle of the Night - Episode 1 - Helen and Mimi
Mimi and I had tried to wait for moonrise, but failed, as sleep took us first. When Helen called from the doorway, the white light of a full moon fell across her naked body.
"Mimi, may I come in?"
"Of course. You know you don't have to ask." My mother pulled herself tight to me and kissed the back of my neck. "You can see he is here, I guess."
"Where would he be, if not with you or me?" The voice was teasing, suggesting retribution if I was found to be in another woman's bed. This didn't make sense, considering that I was working in their women's rescue operation, and frequently had duties in beds other than my own.
As Helen approached, my arm snaked out and drew her firmly to my front. A nightie to preserve modesty wasn't needed, since the two of them had schooled me in the wonders of nakedness for years.
"Oof, let me go, beast!" This was one of our jokes. She well knew that a midnight arrival in my bedroom would likely lead to sex. In fact, once I was eighteen, I couldn't remember when it didn't lead to sex.
My parents divorced when I was twelve, and Mom moved in with her older sister, Helen, who was also divorced.
As a single woman, Helen needed to worry about money and found security in the state health administration system. She'd even taken night school courses to earn her MBA, which enhanced her promotion opportunities. My Mom had been in junior college when she went out with a campus jock one night and conceived me in a moment of passion. Explaining it much later, she said that young love and alcohol were a dangerous combination. Hugging her, I said it didn't matter how I got started, what mattered was that we had each other. When I was thirteen, she said big boys should sleep in their own bed. I resisted, saying I needed to protect her. When I was sixteen, Helen took me for a walk and said that I was soon to be a man, and explained incest. I got my own room, worried about incest, and had wet dreams almost every night.
I liked to give the tough body a hard time, which Helen loved. I had grown to my full height of six feet, and played football, which gave me a body tougher than hers. She squirmed and complained. "You horrible man, why do I let you abuse me so?" My fingers on her breast squeezed as I turned her body into me and found a nipple for my teeth.
"Women who come calling in the night get my special treatment."
She relaxed and pulled me between her legs. "Yes, please." She must have been dreaming about sex, because my large cock, which frequently had trouble entering, slipped smoothly into place with a low grunt of satisfaction from her. I stilled and found her lips, whispering, "Auntie, you are the best." She flexed up, driving me deeper. "Mimi, I am very needy. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I mind, miserable sister. But what good is it going to do me, with him already buried in you?"
My arm squeezed Mimi up against Helen. She could feel me banging hard into the body next to her.
Mimi's fingers wrapped around my scrotum as Helen moaned. She asked, squeezing, "Nothing for me?"
I made an impatient male noise. "Why do I have anything to do with the two of you? Nothing but complaints. My cock could certainly find better company if it wanted."
I piled Mimi on top and drove the big shaft straight in along with a firm slap on her rear.
They both were going to come. They knew it and I knew it, but the writhing bodies needed more persuasion. I applied muscle to hard and soft spots all over. The moans increased, along with rude complaints about their molester. Over several minutes, the three of us worked noisily to climaxes that shattered the silence of the night.
In a while, Helen said, "We can't keep having these night time orgies. I wake up in the morning totally wasted."
Mimi was resting against me, back to front, catching her breath and prodding Helen with a sharp finger.
"If you are so unhappy, why do I keep finding you in his bed?"
Mom and I had been lovers for almost a year, and my arm over her grasped a firm breast tenderly. My tongue licked the back of her neck and she shuddered quietly, her rear rubbing me to life again.
Helen climbed over her sister and kissed me wetly. "It's ok, Eric, isn't it?"
I arranged them on my chest, giving each a rigid thigh muscle to rub on. "Ladies, it is time for a little truth in loving. When I turned eighteen, both of you started noticing. When Mary Lou came over, I could tell she was a problem for you. When her dad got a transfer to the east coast, and we had a crying night of bliss before they drove away, I could tell you were planning something. The move to this house, with its pool and rec room for your weight training equipment. The boxes of diet powder in the kitchen. The discarded bottles of booze..."
Silence, but gentle rubbing. I pinched both muscled butts, but there wasn't much to pinch. They had worked themselves into very good shape. Better shape than casual sex with a family member demanded. Before my midnight encounters disappeared, I needed to discover what was going on...
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In the Middle of the Night - Episode 2 - Martha and Sylvia
I'm not a light sleeper, but for some reason I heard the small creak as someone pushed the door to the adjacent hotel room open enough to slip through. That room had two bodies in it. I wondered which one was after me, and stayed quite still.
In a long minute, my sheet lifted slightly and she slid inside, coming up against my backside. I don't wear clothes to bed, and she was bare as well. An arm went over my shoulder and a kiss was applied to the back of my head.
"I need you."
I waited for more, but she stayed silent. It was the daughter. Even in the dark, Sylvia had a special feel and smell. The smell of trouble, since my affair was with her mother.
I turned into her and said, "You are trouble."
"No! Please. I will be good. Just hold me." One leg was between mine and rubbing hard. The thing she was rubbing was getter harder by the second. Martha would kill me if I was caught having sex with her daughter. The fact that Sylvia was nineteen and in college didn't matter to Martha. Nor the fact that she was brilliantly smart, with an athlete's body.
"You feel so good. The guys in school are duds. What if you take care of both of us?"
I kept my voice low. "I'm not sure she is ready for that..."
A shadow sliced through the dark and applied a hard swat to Sylvie's rear. "You're damn right I am not ready for that."
Before I could protest or do anything, Martha was on the edge of the bed, delivering more blows to Sylvie's struggling body. "No! Please stop! That hurts so much!"
I stilled the arm and applied a kiss. Sylvie and I wrestled mom to her back. This was not all bad, having a bed fight with two naked women. My hands checked important locations and found moisture. I stepped up the fight, growling, pinching, kissing.
It was totally dark, which I was enjoying. They gave up, falling back and trying to catch their breath. "You both are misbehaving. There must be punishment. But first, I want to hear why Sylvie thinks she needs me."
Martha interrupted, "She is a slut. That school has corrupted my precious daughter."
I wondered about her choice of words. Marty and I worked together, and she had arranged a boozy evening of fun and seduction a month ago, which ended with wails on the end of my big cock. We had been frequent lovers ever since. Her ex had moved away, so we could use either apartment. I liked to chase her around her own place, which had a deep pile carpet in the living room that was perfect for ravishing. She loved being ravished, calling me every name in the book before finishing in a great orgasm.
"Mom, don't be nasty. I'm a grown woman and need a man around. Alex can take care of both of us."
"Young lady, I've raised you and protected you. I'm paying for your education. Alex is big and strong and has a magic cock, which I am not sharing!"
She was wrong, of course, but I decided a little cock for mom might calm things down. I folded her over the top of Sylvia and entered from behind, finding the warm, wet cunt with ease.
They both called out. "Alex, you can't do that now. Stop!"
"Mom! He's got you! You're bouncing on me. Oh god!"
I counted slowly to six deep thrusts and traded one cunt for the other.
"Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes. Ahhh!"
She went off like a firecracker. The tight teenage hips flexed at me as she came and came. I turned us over and said, "Apologize to your mother."
