Soft Shoulders (Pt 3a of Broken Shoulders)
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I would recommend reading Broken Shoulders (Pt1 & 2) before reading any further.
WARNING
This chapter of my life deals with Lesbianism. It is graphic and detailed so if you are averse to such a subject I urge you not to read it. It does NOT add anything further to the main Incest Storyline other than to explain the beginnings of some of my fetishes.
As I explained in the main story, on the Saturday Amber had come round to stay the night. I'd shown her round and had nearly given the game away when we were in my bedroom, until Amber implied that she only knew about me giving Ben a blow job. This was of course, something I had divulged to her at the hospital some weeks earlier. In truth I always suspect she knew more -- perhaps from things Ben had told her, or simply through logical deduction. But if she did know more, she was doing really well in hiding it.
We had spent the Saturday night on the sofa, Ben and Amber all cuddled up and me fighting the pangs of jealousy that was rising in me, each time I watched them kiss. But finally it was time to go to bed. We said our goodnights and in truth, I honestly intended to go straight to sleep. But the moaning and the 'thud thud' had woken me just as I had been about to drop off.
Did I say moaning? God that girl was a screamer, and again -- in hindsight, I'm really not sure to who's benefit it was intended. Ben? Amber's or mine. Either way, I find a woman's moaning incredibly arousing and this was no different.
To begin with, I did try to resist it. No, don't laugh -- I honestly did. I told myself that it was a private matter between the 2 of them and not something a mother should get involved with. But of course, the allure of my dildo soon took its toll. I reached and picked it up from the bedside drawer, then slowly sucked it -- imagining it was Ben's cock.
Yes, OK judge me if you want -- but that was the height of my resistance. It had taken barely 30 seconds of me hearing Ben banging her, to decide that I was going to listen and give myself some pleasure at the same time. My cunt was wet, of course it was dripping wet -- you'd expect nothing less. But after a few minutes of Amber's moaning -- listening was not enough.
I got out of bed, realising I was naked but at this point caring very little for the fact. I turned the lights off, then opened my bedroom door and snuck slowly onto the landing. One of the benefits of having your own house is that you know 'exactly' where the creaking floorboard are and I avoided them deftly. When I got to Ben's bedroom -- I really wasn't sure what I would find. I fully expected to find the door closed and suspected that I'd have to spy through the keyhole.
But incredibly, and to my utter joy and excitement -- I found the door slightly ajar. I peeked in, seeing Amber's legs spread and pointing skywards whilst in between them -- Ben was thrusting strongly. I couldn't see their faces -- and so naively, I thought that meant they (Amber) couldn't see mine. I was wrong, as I was to find out later.
My heart was pounding now, partly in enjoyment and partly at the thought of getting caught and how Ben and Amber might react. My breathing was low and shallow, as I dropped my hand onto my cunt and began to rub my clit while I fingered myself. It was an incredibly exciting and intense feeling, watching my own son fucking Amber senseless. But a part of me still felt the jealousy, still felt the desire to have him for myself.
I continued to fight the thought, telling myself that neither Amber, Ben nor I would forgive me if I messed up their relationship. I told myself, watching was 'all' I could do. I couldn't get involved because it would end in disaster.
I heard Amber moan that she was coming. Moan? Fuck she wailed it, and again -- to who's benefit I really didn't find out till later. Ben immediately said he was coming and pulled out of Amber. In truth, my view was not all that great and I lamented it. But it was enough to give me a little shiver of an orgasm, and I bit my lower lip as I came.
Ben rolled over, gasping and Amber continued to tremble in orgasm. So I quickly took my leave and returned to my bedroom, revelling in the nice warm glow of my orgasm. I got back into bed and drifted off into a lovely relaxing sleep.
I woke to the sound of a little creak, and I went to put the light on when Amber's voice whispered to me.
"Don't put the light on." She cooed.
My mind was a fog, having just woken up and I wondered what on earth Amber would be doing in my bedroom. I glanced over at the clock -- it was 2:45 am. Even from the little light there was streaming in through the open door, I could see the lithe and fulsome body and knew straight away it was Amber.
"What..." I began, but Amber immediately put her finger on my lips to shush me.
"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked huskily. Amber laid down beside me, laying on her side and looking at me -- her face barely inches away from mine.
My mind rolled, I'd been busted and quite how I wasn't sure. My immediate thought was to deny it -- but that was churlish. It was obvious that Amber had seen me. Even so I managed to stammer out a denial and said that I'd heard a noise -- gone to check and then immediately gone back to my room. But Amber laughed quietly, saying that she had watched me in the mirror for the entire duration.
And then she asked me. "Did you cum?"
I swear, I really didn't know what to say. I felt so guilty and ashamed, and yet there was something about Amber's tone and manner that told me she didn't mind the least bit, that I had been watching.
I stammered my apologies once more, saying over and over that it was so inappropriate and such a terribly disgusting thing to have done. I was about to say more, when Amber shushed me again -- not with her finger this time, but her mouth.
