Wes woke up to his wife grinding her ass back into his dick...by the feel of his erection, she'd been doing it for a few minutes. It was dark, so he was uncertain what time it was, but figured that she'd come to bed late and horny, which was a pleasant surprise. Carol worked shifts at the factory and was perpetually tired, so it was rare when they could make love. He moved his hips down and angled her slim legs up, away from him in order to line his 7-incher up with her gloriously-wet pussy.
"Mmn..." she moaned as he sank the bulbous head inside.
She was tight tonight, he figured from the lack of recent intercourse, and had to adjust his angle to tentatively thrust into the lithe brunette until her juices saturated his shaft enough that he could bury himself all the way inside her.
"Mm-hh..."
He took a hold of her hips and pulled almost all the way out before sliding in until their crotches were rubbing together.
"Ohh..."
He knew they had to be quiet, as his stepdaughter, his wife's child, was sleeping in the next room...the 18-year-old would be living with them until she graduated high school and moved away to university in a few months. He planned to turn her room into an art studio after she was gone, but for now they were crammed into that little 2-bedroom house, all that they could afford with their meager wages in this crappy economy. He carefully pulled back and slipped deeper inside his wife's hot, syrupy insides.
"Mmm..."
Once again he had to fight the urge to lift his hands up and maul Carol's gorgeous C-cup boobs. Ironically, when his wife was horny, her breasts were unreasonably sensitive, and when he forgot and grabbed them, more often than not that would kill the mood and their lovemaking session would abruptly end. He kept his hand on the curve of her hip as he thrust into her.
"Mmhgh..."
He could feel her insides grip him, signaling that her first orgasm was beginning. With a grin, he thrust into her harder and faster, enjoying her body as it grasped his manhood more firmly. However, with the increased pleasure, he realized that he was going to cum soon, no doubt due to how long it'd been since they'd last done this. He slowed his pace.
"Nn! Nhh..." She began to roll her hips as she chased her own release.
'Well, okay,' he sighed as he gave his wife what she wanted, thrusting deep as he gave her the long strokes.
"Mm!" Then she was cumming. "MMH! Nnhh!"
"Ugh!" he grunted as her needy body practically sucked the load from his loins. His shaft thrilled at the feeling of his seed rushing up before being injected deep inside her pussy, splashing onto the spasming entrance of her womb. His wife took birth control pills so there was little to no chance that this would result in a baby, but every time he had raw sex with the sexy woman, there was that little part of his brain that said, 'maybe...?' That always made his orgasm better...nothing like the feel of cumming inside a hot pussy without a stupid condom in the way.
"NNGH! Uhghhh..." she grunted as she came harder upon feeling the hot spunk throbbing deep inside her.
When he stopped ejaculating inside the sexy woman, he kissed the back of her neck, making her moan again, and carefully extricated himself. With post-orgasm hormones flooding his body, he quickly and easily fell back to dreamland.
A few minutes later, the naked feminine form rose from the bed and left the room.
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"You're looking well-rested," Carol commented as her daughter emerged from her bedroom in the morning.
Irene, looking like a younger version of her brunette mother except for her brown hair and smaller, B-cup breasts, smiled at her mom. "Yeah, I think those new sleeping pills are working. Woke up feeling good." The lithe girl stretched in her robe and headed to the bathroom.
"Oop! Hey..." Wes said as he stepped out and nearly bumped into her.
"Hey, Dad." They swapped places and she closed the door behind.
"G'morning, my lovely," Wes greeted his wife with a smooch to the back of her neck.
"G'morning yourself, hubby. Why you so happy this morning?"
He gave her a hug from behind, above her breasts, of course. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."
"Aw." Carol felt bad that she hadn't come home last night...some of the other women from the factory's evening shift had invited her to one of their homes for some drinks after work and she'd crashed on their couch.
Irene dropped the robe to the soft bathroom rug and looked at herself in the mirror, noting how hard her nipples were. She'd woken up horny and surprisingly wet between her legs, and had almost started masturbating but she was going to be late for school. However, once the warm water from her shower started cascading down her sexy teen body, she couldn't keep from snaking her good hand down between her legs while the other massaged a tit. Unlike her mother, her smaller boobs weren't overwhelmingly sensitive. "Mmn..." she moaned. She vaguely remembered a sexy dream of being taken from behind by a faceless man, his hard cock delving into her barely-used depths, her having lost her virginity a couple weeks previous to a friend who decided that he wanted to be more than that afterward and she had to break off contact with him when he got weird. She gasped as two fingers slipped inside her well-lubricated pussy. A couple minutes later, she stifled her moans of pleasure as she came hard on three fingers while her thumb rubbed her clit.
Thump thump! "You're gonna be late!" her mother called from the other side of the bathroom door.
Irene quickly cleaned herself up.
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"You okay?" Irene's best friend Dara asked her from one desk over during math class.
"Hm?"
"You look like you're daydreaming. You got a new boyfriend or something?"
"What? No...just...really relaxed. I think it's the new sleeping pills."
"Huh...can I have some?"
"Sorry, they're prescription."
Despite the occasional flight of fancy, Irene found that she was able to concentrate on her classes due to how well-rested she felt. Prior to these new pills, sometimes she wouldn't be able to sleep at all, and some of the other medications she'd tried would give her nightmares...others sometimes made it difficult to tell what was real vs. dream. She hoped these new ones would keep giving her sexy dreams. She felt her nipples hardening at the thought of the faceless man sawing his hard cock into her from behind.
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Irene hung up her robe, swallowed her sleeping pill, and got into bed, naked as usual. Her nipples were hard again and when she reached down she found that her pussy was already getting wet so she languidly stroked at her clit and vulva as she felt her body relaxing. She didn't orgasm before the medication finally suppressed her consciousness.
An hour later, the sleeping girl stumbled out of bed and into her parents' bedroom. When she was little, she'd slept with her mother fairly often, though she stopped doing that after Wes joined their family. Her brain, under the influence of her new medication, was cross-wiring past with present, and her naked form slipped under the covers where she quickly sidled back into the warm body there. Once she was situated in the 'little spoon' position, though, her overheated young body started rubbing back at him, instinctively searching for what it needed.
