This is a "spin off" story from "A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER -- or so they say" - of which I am the original author - which is about a family that discovers sex with each other or others outside the family.
This is a story about Jill, the daughter, and her sex life with the family, her ex boyfriend Pete and her new boyfriend James and any cock that she meets on the way
It can be read as a stand-alone story or have a look at "A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER - or so they say" to connect the two.
That story features incest so be warned.
Part of this story also features gay / bi sex.
"A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER -- or so they say" is an Incest / Taboo story, "JILL'S STORY" is a fetish story and contains fetish themes.
Please note that I am the original author of "A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER" and the original author of "JILL'S STORY."
Enjoy.
JILL
I woke up in my own bed at my parent's house, I'd stayed over after the marathon fuck session involving my Mother and two huge black cocks, and I ached all over. My jaw was stiff where I'd deep throated the black cocks right down to their balls, I felt for my arsehole and could feel my pucker was puffy and still open, I slowly peeled back the sheets and looked at my fanny, my well fucked fanny that seemed to be hanging open, the outer lips were wide open, red and puffy and I could see my fuckhole on full display and open like a cock had just been pulled out from it, my clit was exposed and seemed to be throbbing to itself. I ran my fingers along my slit, luckily it wasn't sore, and pushed two fingers in my hole, I was still wet and sticky and couldn't resist licking them as I pulled them out with a squelching noise, I could taste my juices and I'm sure that I could taste spunk as well, I'd been loaded up in both my fanny and arsehole the night before.
I went into the shower and had a long hot one making sure that my holes were well washed out, I wasn't in any hurry as I didn't have to go into the office until midday, I was supposed to go to a Pilates session this morning but I think that I'd been stretched enough the evening before. After the shower I hunted through my clothes and found a clean pair of white knickers but couldn't find any other clothes that I could wear as most of them I'd taken with me to James's apartment, until the outfit from the night before had been washed and ironed, I knew Mother would have already had them in the washing machine, so I hunted through my brothers clothes and found one of his work shirts and slipped it on and buttoned it up, it looked quite good.
Downstairs Mum was in full Mother mode, a cooked breakfast was already on the table, my clothes and all the towels from the night before were clean and folded and I knew that she would have cleaned up the "sex room" and all traces of cum, fanny juice, piss and lube would have gone. My Mother loved cleaning.
"Morning dear, how did you sleep?" asked Mum.
"Like a log Mum, I did get a hard workout yesterday, bit stiff and sore in places though, " I answered.
"Well we both took a lot of cock last night, it was fun wasn't it?" Mum laughed, "Is that your brothers shirt? It suits you, certainly shows off your assets. Eat your breakfast while I go and have a shower and check out my fanny and arsehole, see if they're back to normal yet, oh and a man should be here to pick up the car for its service, keys are on the hook and the car is in the garage," and with that Mum was off up the stairs, its all go being a housewife.
I ate my breakfast and checked my phone for messages, of course there was a string of them from James hoping that I'd enjoyed my massage, hoping I'd been a good girl - what did he mean? - and that he'd cook tonight as he would be back at the flat before me, he knew that I was working late, as he was helping out his flatmate Tom the builder, Tom the builder with the very thick cock that after a few tries I'm managed to get in my arse with James's help of course as that's what boyfriends are for.
I was clearing up the breakfast things when the backdoor doorbell rang and I heard a man say, "Mrs Moss, we're here to collect the car," and two men walked in.
I recognised the first man, the older man, dressed in a smart suit, six foot tall, broad shouldered and grey hair smartly styled, I thought that the second man looked familiar, much younger, smartly turned out in designer clothes and a trendy haircut, I guessed he was a bit of a "lad", same height as the older man and he obviously took care of his body, the designer shirt was a tight fit over his muscled chest and his trousers were barely containing his legs and firm arse.
The older man said, "It's Jill isn't it? I've met you in your office a few times, I'm Jim Boustead and this is my son Lee. We've come to collect your Mothers car."
I had met him a few times, he owned a chain of garages in the area and Dad bought all his lorries, vans and cars from him, he put a lot of business Jim's way.
"Mums upstairs but she'll be down soon. The boss collects cars now, Mums honoured," I said.
"Well we do like to look after our premium clients but we'd had to visit one of the other garages so this was on the way back so it makes sense rather than drag two mechanics off from a job," Jim explained.
I glanced at Lee, why was his face familiar? "Can I get you a coffee while you wait for Mum," I asked.