Melissa woke up, blinking in the darkness. She looked over at the bedside clock, the illuminated numerals read 2:45 AM. She got up and stretched, relishing the fact that she was nude. After George had given her the fucking she needed, she was not interested in slipping on any kind of sleepwear, she just like to sleep in the raw, while George's equally nude body right there with her.
She turned to the full-length mirror and inspected her body in the dim glow of the nightlight. At 40, Melissa did not want her body to go to seed and become some fat, dumpy housewife. She ran her eyes over her 5' 9" body, noting carefully the shape of her hips, the curve of her waist, and the slight swelling of her tummy. George always found that slight tummy swell so damn sexy, it just about drove him crazy.
She saw slight smudges along her sides, just level and slightly below her breasts. Those were the spots where George had gripped her in the heat of passion, taking her with a driving force that really fired her up. He would never actually abuse her, but he did like to claim her with a little bit more oomph in the lust-driven heat of fucking.
Melissa turned her back to the mirror, and looked over her shoulder, carefully checking out her rump. The globes were nice and round, with just the right amount of fullness. She smiled, she never had any complaints about her ass, and George couldn't take his eyes off her cheeks when she was in front of her.
Turning to face the mirror again, her eyes took in her breasts, looking carefully, they were a nice match. They were about grapefruit-sized, and her nipples were nice and perky, she smiled, she liked having perky tits.
Her stomach gave a hungry grumble, she wanted a little snack, time for a late-night fridge raid. There were some fresh apples in the fridge, and that sounded tasty. For just a second, the idea of going down to the kitchen, totally nude, tickled her insides, so daring and naughty. Even though it was highly unlikely that any of the kids would see her, still, she to be a least semi-decent.
She went over to the dresser and took out a set of fire-engine red panties. They were the tanga style, the kind that left half her ass cheeks bare. She liked having minimal coverage over her ass, thongs were just too stimulating, the way the thong would press against her tight starfish. She would put thongs on for a few hours before George was ready to ravish her, and she was one hot fireball when he was fucking her. A cropped cami top that ended just below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare, yeah, that will be enough. Everyone else was asleep.
She stepped out into the hallway and headed towards the stairs, feeling the tingles of excitement as she strolled through the house in the least amount of clothing she had ever worn outside of the bedroom.
*****
Zack woke up, glanced around, and looked at the clock, it was a few minutes to 3 AM, and he was surprised, he usually slept straight through until his alarm would wake him up at 7 AM. He remembered the hot fuck with his sister, his cock throbbed to life at the remembered images, god, she looked so sexy, riding his dick, urging him on to explode, and the glorious blast as his cock went off, pumping a thick load of hot, incestuous spunk into his twin's tight fuck-hole.
He needed to have a bite to eat, there was half of a roast beef sandwich in the fridge, and that sounded just right. He pulled on a terry cloth robe and headed for the stairs.
When he stepped onto the main floor, he noticed one of the low-wattage lights on in the kitchen. He was still thinking of his sister and gave little notice to the significance of the light. Probably just some light that someone forgot to turn off.
He was just about to enter the kitchen, he paused at the kitchen doorway, and gaped at the sight. His stepmom was bent over at the fridge, and Zack felt his heart pound as he stared at the sweet smooth cheeks, just barely covered with that sexy panty. Half of her glorious globes were revealed for his eyes, being a dedicated assman, he adored that kind of view, and what a great set she had.
He was mesmerized and realized he'd better get the hell out of there. He backed up, and his foot landed on the squeaky floorboard, which sounded pretty loud in the quietness of downstairs.
Melissa jumped up and spun around. Both stepmom and stepson stared at each other, frozen by the shock.
Zack notice that Melissa had an apple, and had taken a bite out of it. Just like Eve, Zack thought, taking the apple and giving it to Adam, and his cock started to rise, no way could he stop it. The vision of his step Mom, the tight hug of her shorty cami top wrapped around her superb dairies, and the gauzy coverage of her panties made his cock respond.
Melissa was seeing Zack's robe start to tent out. It made her mouth go dry and her nipples stiffened up, pushing hard against the nightgown. She knew that Zack could very clearly see how well-delineated her fat, gumdrop nipples were, making their presence known.
Zack ventured, "Hey Melissa, sorry about this, I got hungry and well...."
Melissa replied, "So did I, and I just threw this on, and, well...."
She saw his dick twitch under his robe at her words. Oh god, how does this end?
"Well, I'll get out of the way, and give you some privacy."
Melissa said, "Oh to hell with it, come in Zack, and get what you want to eat. Jeez, I mean you've seen me at the beach, and my bikini is pretty body-baring."
Zack was thinking, true enough, but that ass flash he got was something he'd never seen before. He smiled at Melissa, drank in the vision as she turned and walked over to the breakfast nook, and he took over at the fridge. He quickly retrieved the half sandwich, poured out a tumbler of ice water, and walked over to the table. Seated across from her, he did his best not to stare at his step Mom, god, what a babe. It was easy to see why his dad could not keep his hands off her.
He knew he'd never get to sleep if he didn't stroke out a load, using wild and lurid fantasies about his step Mom to bring on the explosion. With the mental images of what he'd just seen clear in his mind, it wouldn't take long.
Across the table, Melissa could feel the heat. Her pussy was getting very warm, and she knew that Geroge did not like to be awakened during the night for sex. She could not fuck her stepson, that would be way too much, but there was another idea. She knew she'd be giving herself a jilling session, her pussy would never cool down for sleep if she didn't. Judging by the way Zack's eyes kept checking out her body surreptitiously, she was sure he'd be stroking his meat, so why not masturbate together?
Zack was just about to excuse himself when Melissa whispered, "Zack, are you going to go to bed and masturbate? Tell me truthfully."
