The Story of Liv Sandra and Mom

Part 3

This is the 3rd part of when I cheated on my wife with my best friend's wife and how I fucked my Mom.

In this part, I get to watch Liv and her vibrator, and my urge to fuck her grows by the minute.

Enjoy the story, and for the record, none of the characters (fictive) are below 18.

Note: I am not an English-speaking person (Swedish) so please try to look beyond grammatical fuck-ups and misssspelllings.

Warning, this story contains nudity and sexually suggestive language and words (like p...y and c..k). And later on; incest and group sex. IF you do not enjoy stories with this content, I suggest looking at stories more to your preferences.

Here we go, round 3.

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One day, a few weeks later, I walked out of my room. The house was completely quiet. I yelled out a "Good morning, everybody," but no answer. As I passed Brad's and Liv's bedroom door, it was open just a crack, so I pushed it open all the way and walked in without knocking or announcing myself.

Liv stood naked in the middle of her room, facing me. She was just stepping out of the tiny running shorts, which lay on the floor at her feet.

She looked even better than I had imagined her. Her body was sculpted and lean but shapely.

Her breasts were full and round, her nipples pink and succulent. Her pubic hair was light and well-trimmed, and it left her pussy fully exposed to me. I saw the outline of thin lips dangling in the gap between her slender thighs.

Liv saw me and let out a shriek.

"Steve!" she cried as her left hand flew down between her legs and her right hand swept across her chest to cover her breasts. In a second, she had covered her tits and pussy.

But not completely. Her right arm, though she held it across her body, was positioned just under her right nipple, leaving it half exposed. The fingers of her right hand were over the left nipple, but the fingers were apart, not pressed together, leaving glimpses of pink areola and nipple on view between them. The left hand was pressed down between her legs, but the fingers were off to the side just a bit, leaving some of her pubic hair - and, I thought, a little bit of her pussy lip - still on view.

She didn't move. She just stood there, semi-covered.

"Steve, what are you doing? You can see I... I was getting dressed."

I guess the proper thing to do would have been immediately to turn around and run out of the room with an apology. But I didn't do that. I just stood there, openly staring at her almost nude body.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were out running, I was just gonna get some toilet paper."

I was so mesmerized by the sight of her naked in front of me that I wasn't thinking clearly.

Her arms over her body weren't completely still, and as she moved them, I caught glimpses of her tits and pussy left exposed in the gaps between her fingers.

I was aware that the chivalrous and proper thing to do was to stop looking and leave the room.

But I wanted to keep looking at her. Liv was naked. I liked seeing her naked, and I didn't want to stop seeing her naked.

"I can't exactly get that for you now, Steve," she said. "I'll bring you some later."

I didn't want to be lewd, but I didn't want to stop looking at her, either.

"Liv, I'm really sorry about this. Really. I'll knock next time," I said.

"It's OK, but yes, please do."

I just stood there for a few moments looking at her, and I noticed that the side of her left boob was completely uncovered. The shape of it was perfect, I thought.

"I'm going to go," she said.

With that, she turned around and walked quickly and awkwardly to the bathroom. I saw her naked butt for the first time, completely uncovered. I looked down to the space between her thighs, hoping to catch another sight of her pussy, but she was too quick, and it was hidden.

"I'm sorry again, Liv," I said, and I left her room.

I closed the door behind me, but it didn't close all the way. It remained open, just a crack.

I paused right outside her door and thought about what I'd seen. I'd seen Liv naked. Fully naked. Her tits, her ass, and her pussy - all on view to me.

I was rock hard. I knew what I needed to do. I ran to my room.

I imagined the tip of my hard cock lying in the gully between her magnificent breasts. I took a breast in each hand again and pressed them together, enveloping my shaft between her mounds.

"Steve..." she gasped, but she did nothing to stop or hinder me. Instead, she lay back all the way on her bed, making it easier for me to hold my cock between her boobs while mashing them together.

I started rocking back and forth until I could see my cock moving, disappearing between her mashed-together breasts and reappearing in the cleavage above them with every stroke. I picked up my pace and got into a good rhythm.

I imagined fucking Liv's tits.

"How do you like it?" I asked her.

She didn't say anything but let out a deep, long moan that told me all I needed to know. Her hands were on my hips, drawing me to her rather than pushing me away.

I started pinching her nipples while I grabbed her tits roughly together and against my cock.

I imagined her caressing herself between her legs while I tit-fucked her.

I sped up and I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I imagined Liv coming before me. No more than a minute after she'd reached her hand between her legs, I imagined her body jerking under me, and she threw her head back and let loose with a torrent of high-pitched squeals that she tried to stifle with a hand over her mouth.

It was hard to keep her breasts together when her body was bucking from the orgasm, but I didn't let go. I kept pushing my cock furiously against her chest and between her tightly pressed breasts, which formed a perfect, snug channel for my hard cock.

The sight and sound of Liv's orgasm under me was too much, and I couldn't hold back any longer. My cock pulsed a few times and then let loose with thick sperm once again spraying my screen, but in my head, I shot a warm stream of cum jetting out against her bare chest, some of it hit her chin, and I saw my cum pool in the dimple of her neck too.

I sat in the chair at my desk for a long time with my deflating cock in my hand. The thoughts of naked Liv was driving me crazy, even after I had cum.

After a while, I put on my shorts and opened my bedroom door. Once again, it was completely quiet, not the normal hurling and bustling from the sound of Liv doing household chores or cooking food. It appeared that she had left the house as well.

I was thirsty, so I walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I approached, I could hear a noise coming from their side of the house. I hadn't heard it before, but I recognized it.

I tip-toed down the hall toward her room. The door was closed. When I got close to it, I realized it wasn't completely closed; it still was open, just a crack from before.

The noise came from inside their bedroom. It was a low, steady buzz. Then I heard Liv let out a soft, low moan, and the familiar buzzing sound made me know what was going on.

It was a vibrator; Liv was getting herself off with a vibrator.

My cock responded again, tenting against my shorts. The idea that on the other side of the thin door - a door that wasn't even fully closed - my best friend's hot wife was naked and lying on the bed, probably with her legs open and with a vibrator pressed down on her clit or pushed inside her pussy, was incredibly arousing. I had orgasmed in my room not even ten minutes ago, but the thought of Liv masturbating made my cock spring back to life.

I pulled the shorts down below my cock, watching it jump up and bounce free. I let the fall off altogether. As long as she didn't hear me, there wasn't much of a chance that she was going to come to the door while her vibrator was buzzing.

I stood completely naked outside her door, my head inclined to the crack in the door so I could hear her better, and I started stroking myself. I was trying to be quiet about it; things were crazy enough already. I didn't need to have her catch me beating off to the sound of her vibrating herself.

I heard the steady buzz and Liv's low moaning at regular intervals. I started stroking in sync with her moaning.

Her moaning increased in pitch, and it sounded more like an urgent, needy whine. It got louder and faster. I sped up my stroking to keep pace.

Then I heard her say something. I couldn't tell what, so I leaned in closer.

"Steve... " I heard her say.

Shit, I thought.

"You shouldn't look at me like that," she said. "You shouldn't see me naked."

Wow, I thought. Liv was masturbating with a vibrator while thinking about me looking at her.

I heard her say my name again and then again, another moan, faster and at a higher pitch. Then I heard the high-pitched "unh... unh... unh" that told me she was about to come.

I was about to come, too. If I didn't act fast, I was going to spray cum all over the carpet outside her room. I couldn't do that.

I scooped my shorts up with my left hand and held my right hand fast to my cock, and ran awkwardly toward the bathroom down the hallway. I could feel the cum welling up inside, ready to burst out, and I applied my fist to my cock like a tourniquet to keep it from doing so. I didn't want to pour my jism all over the floor.

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On a Saturday, mid-morning, a week later, I sat at my desk, looking at a photograph of Liv, her pussy exposed and on display on the computer screen in front of me. I was reviewing my collection of the photos Brad had recently taken of her, which I had copied to my computer. When he was in the shower, I asked him if I could use his phone to call Deborah (a date I had) to let her know I would be there on time.

Brad had been nagging me about starting dating again, and he was easily fooled into thinking I was out of battery, so I copied the photos from Liv's birthday as well. And, of course, I still had the photos in which she unknowingly had exposed her pussy to me.

I woke up because the next-door neighbor started mowing his lawn.

The noise roused me from my sleep, and it prompted me to get out of bed. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, feet on the floor, and my mind pondering over what had happened the night before.

I sat like that on the edge of the bed, thinking for a while.

It wasn't until 10:30 that I got out of bed and made it to the kitchen for breakfast.

Liv was awake and tending to eggs frying in a black pan on the stove. Brad was out running.

Liv had squeezed her slim hips and lean legs into a faded pair of skinny jeans. Up top, she wore a loose-fitting, long-sleeve, pale pink cotton shirt. A pink scrunchie bound her hair in a ponytail, trailing behind her and down her upper back. She paced from one part of the kitchen to the other in bare feet.

Liv didn't see me at first when I entered the kitchen behind her, and once again, images from the time I walked in on her in her bedroom, finding her naked, came to mind.

We greeted, once again, with a hug before I told her I was going for a run I asked if she wanted to join me, but she said that her left knee had swollen up and wanted to rest today.

I went off on my 45-minute run all by myself.

After I'd finished my run, I jogged slowly back to the house and let myself in the front door.

"I'm back," I shouted when I got in through the front door.

I heard no response. I wondered where everybody was. I went to the kitchen and pulled out a cold Gatorade. Ice blue or some similar, totally artificial flavor. I walked to the living room, where a large window opened onto the backyard.

Then I saw Liv. She lay on a lounge chair by the pool, reading a book. She wore the little red bikini Brad had given her on her birthday.

Showing. Instant hard-on. To be honest, I had, on occasion, walked into their bedroom and ran the material of the incredibly skinny string tie bikini through my fingers, lusting at the idea of Liv's delicious body being covered by nothing more than the bikini's minuscule pieces of fabric.

And here she was, lying in the sun before me, covered in nothing but those pieces of fabric that looked even smaller on her tall, slender, shapely frame than I'd imagined. My fantasy had come true.

I had to get a closer look.

I walked out back toward the pool. "Hey, Liv," I said as casually as I could.

"Hi Steve!" she replied cheerfully. Her eyes lay hidden by a pair of sunglasses, but her white teeth showed in a wide-open smile. She lay with her back propped up at a 45-degree angle in the lounge chair, a book in one hand. She turned slightly to me as she said my name, and I was struck by the length and litheness of her body and her exposed suppled skin. The thinness of her waist accentuated the hourglass shape of her figure.

From my view, her body was covered by nothing more than three small triangles of red fabric - two barely reining in her breasts and the other one barely covering the intimate region between her legs.

Once again, her words popped into my head:

"Steve... You shouldn't look at me like that," she said. "You shouldn't see me naked."

And then she had orgasmed.

I drew closer to her, pulled up another lounge chair, and sat on it with my legs off the side toward her.

"Looks like you had a good run," she said, and she put her finger against my abs again. I liked the way she did it, and I liked that she seemed to like doing it. My chest was bare, and I wondered what she was seeing when she looked at me behind the cover of her sunglasses.

I was trying to read her mood or thought through her body language. Whatever she felt, she showed no trace of embarrassment or nervousness from what had happened last week or that she was lying here, practically naked.

She put her hands back and crossed over each other above and her head against the chair. She bent her leg, ending up in a pose that exhibited the sculpted grace of her thighs and the prominence of her calf muscle. I noticed she was wearing open-toed wedge sandals and that she'd painted her toenails vermillion to match her suit. It was a nice, sexy touch. I also noticed the way the little triangle of bikini fabric between her legs seemed to disappear to a point where her legs met. I knew it wasn't a thong, but there wasn't a lot of material at its thinnest point between her legs, and from this angle, it almost looked like it vanished altogether.

"I can't believe this weather," she said. "It's almost October, and it's hot. The sun feels great."

"It sure does. Where's Brad?"

"Ahh, he went to the grocery store, he should be back shortly."

Fuck.

I hoped she was in no hurry to get out of the sun, and I had nothing urgent to do, well, not until Brad came home, I didn't want him to see me with a raging hard-on next to his wife.

"Speaking of sun," she said, "I want to get some sun on my back, but I need some lotion first. Can you help me?" She gestured to a bottle of SPF 30 sunscreen on a little table next to her. Liv was fortunate that she could tan without too much effort, and she used sunscreen to avoid overdoing it.

"Sure," I said. "No problem." No problem - that was an understatement. At that moment, almost nothing could have given me more joy than to fill my hands with lotion and run them over her luscious body.

I scooted my chair as close to hers as I could, grabbed the bottle, and squirted a big dab of greasy lotion in my palm. I rubbed both hands together and leaned over her to get to work.

The lusty, tropical scent of coconut wafted through the air from my hands. By this time, she'd turned over, and her back was exposed to me.

Before I started, I had to catch my breath because I saw the cut of her bikini bottom for the first time. The bottom was, more or less, a Brazilian cut - it wasn't a thong, but it exposed a lot more cheek on each side than a normal bikini bottom. On either side, the bikini was held in place by spaghetti-thin strings that she had neatly bow-tied. One little, easy pull, I thought, and the whole thing would come sliding off.

But I didn't pull it. Instead, I softly placed my hands on her shoulders and began spreading the lotion around. I dug my fingers in a little to massage her back as I went along. I rubbed it in wide, deliberate circles, starting at the back of her shoulders.

I squirted a little more of it directly onto the middle of Liv's back, and her body recoiled just slightly at the plop of the cold lotion against her warm skin. My hands, now seemingly guided by a force I had no say over, pushed the lotion out toward her sides. For the first time, I noticed how much side-boob the little bikini top revealed. It revealed a lot, even though the front of her boob was mashed into the lounge bed.

How far should I go, I wondered. My hands wanted to find the answer to that question. Both of them simultaneously swept down her sides, and my fingers briefly passed over the exposed sides of her breasts. For the first time, I put my hands on Liv's boobs.

She didn't flinch. That was good.

I didn't stop. I massaged the lotion into her lower back, and my fingers "innocently" traced the upper edge of her bikini bottom, which lay enticingly low on her hips, the skinny strings just over her hip bones. Two fingers passed just barely under the edge of the bikini bottom. The pressure pushed the bottom down just a little. It might have been so little that Liv might not have noticed, but I noticed it because, for a second, I saw the top of her butt crack as my fingers swept from one side of her back to the other.

Liv wasn't saying anything and seemed relaxed, so I figured I'd keep going. My mouth watered at the prospect of running my hands along the exposed portion of her butt checks - in the tiny bikini, a lot was exposed, and her flanks looked incredibly inviting. The skin was soft, but the shape was firm, with no trace of sag. Liv's butt benefited greatly from all her exercise. My hands burned with the desire to feel it.

I was just about to squirt some lotion on my hands again to get working on her butt when a voice called out from beyond the gate on the side of the house.

"Hi," Brad's voice called.

"Hey," I responded and instantly put down the bottle and moved away as he opened the gate.

"Honey, I'm gonna wash the car, Steve, can you grab these and put them away?" He said and handed me a bag of groceries.

Once I heard him mention washing his car, my first thought was to stay at the poolside and continue spreading sunscreen on Liv's body, but she had already turned over and was reading her book again.

After I put the groceries away, I got a different idea. There was something sort of thrilling about watching Liv without her knowing I was watching her. Thrilling in a different way from watching her while standing right in front of her. Lying on the lounge chair, Liv and her hot body were fully on display for me right from where I was.

I ran to my room, grabbed my new camera, and swapped the normal lens with a zoom lens that I'd bought at a bargain price from Best Deal as a return item by a disgruntled customer. I walked briskly back to the living room while Brad was getting an outdoor shower and then jumped into the pool. I guess that car wash was canceled.

I wanted to use the camera to zoom in on Liv's body without her seeing me, and I wanted to take photos of her in her bikini without her knowing it. I don't know why. I just felt a strong urge to do it.

But when I got back to the living room, she no longer was lying on the lounge chair. She wasn't in the pool, either, or anywhere in the pool area that I could see. Where was she?

Then I saw her figure walk from behind a bush, behind and to the left of the pool area. Liv was walking across the lawn. And she had gloves and garden shears in her hand!

Dressed in her skimpy bikini, it was indeed a weird and odd sight. Liv didn't like gardening, but I had to get some photos of her since I already made the effort... I raised my camera, but before I could get the camera ready, Liv disappeared from view. She walked off to the left, to a part of the backyard that wasn't visible from the living room window because it was obscured by a clump of bushes.