Impossible to Resist Again
This story is a sequel to Impossible to Resist. I had not originally intended it as a multi-part story, but so many people asked for another chapter that I felt I owed it to them to look and see if it was viable.
I've written this as a standalone story, but I'd recommend reading Impossible to Resist first in order to provide more detailed background.
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Bonnie and Angie were sisters in their mid-forties. Bonnie (the younger of the two) was divorced but had two adult children who lived some distance away and rarely visited. She had moved back to be close to her sister. The two had been inseparable when they were young and continued regular phone conversations as they married and located in different areas.
Angie and her husband Steve had started their family later and had one son, Michael.
Michael had gotten the grades he needed to go to the university of his choice, so he was due to leave and wouldn't be back until Christmas. It was his 19
th
birthday the day before he left and rather than have a party, he had said he wanted to go out with his closest friends that evening, as they wouldn't be seeing each other for some time.
Steve worked nights, so Bonnie came round to keep Annie company until Michael returned. He came home drunk, and they decided they had better get him to bed. It was when Bonnie removed his trousers and discovered he wasn't wearing underpants that things got out of hand. Bonnie had sex with her nephew and then somehow persuaded Annie to join in.
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Later that day.
After waving Michael off, Annie walked back indoors. The events of the night before were still in her mind and her body was reacting to the stimulus. As she walked through the house even her clothing seemed to conspire to tease and arouse her. She could feel her hardened nipples rubbing against the material of her brassiere and her pussy lips were decidedly moist.
Determined to do something about it, she climbed the stairs rapidly and headed to the bedroom where Steve had already retired at midday. Being a night shift worker, meant that his daily routine was out of sync with everyone else, but for most of us it would have been the equivalent of 11pm.
Of course, Steve wasn't asleep yet; having passed his son's room earlier in the day he had perceived the unmistakeable aroma of sex. He had questioned Annie about it, and she explained that he had female company in his room, but he was alone now. That played on his mind and, assuming that he had been entertaining a young friend, he began to imagine what might have been going on. Not surprisingly, he now had a raging hard-on, and his hand was wrapped around it.
Then Annie entered the room. She looked across at him in the bed, saw that he was awake and saw the movement of his hand away from where his crotch was and smiled.
"What have you been up to?" she asked.
Annie moved to the side of the bed and chuckled at the guilty look on Steve's face and then threw the duvet back to reveal his stiff cock standing out from his shorts.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?"
She reached down and took hold. It was hot and it was hard.
"I guess we had better do something about this, hadn't we?"
She stood back so that he could see her properly and stepped out of her shoes, before unzipping her dress and removing it. She watched his reaction closely as she unclipped and removed her bra. She deliberately turned her back on him to remove her panties and bent at the waist to push them all the way down to her ankles. It gave Steve an exquisite view of what he considered her gorgeous bottom and the pouting and obviously wet pussy lips. She turned back towards him and approached the bed.
"If I'm naked. You're going to be too!"
She roughly pulled his shorts down, catching his dick in the opening, so that when it was released it slapped back against his stomach. She knew he wasn't going to last long and although she was horny herself, she wanted this to last a while.
"So, someone wants to come out to play, does he? Well, what sort of games does he like?"
She knelt by the bed and reached out to grasp the shaft and hold it upright.
"Something like this?"
She began to rub him with long, languorous strokes. His reaction was to moan and arch his back.
"I see, he likes that does he? And how about this?"
Without warning she bent her head and took the head of his cock into her mouth. This was something that he normally had to persuade her to do, and she wouldn't do it for more than a few seconds when those rare occasions happened.
"Ah!"
He moaned and his hips bucked trying to get more in. Annie allowed more of the shaft's passage between her lips but stopped it from going too far. She bobbed her head up and down for a while - much longer than she would normally do. But then she released him and let go. He groaned in frustration.
Annie liked Steve to fuck her from behind and she knew that it sent him wild, but this time she wanted control, so she climbed up on the bed and straddled him, before taking hold of his dick and guiding it to her tingling pussy lips. After Michael's large cock in the early hours, Steve's slid in easily and she sat upon him, enjoying the feel of his penis. In this position it seemed to do something to her deep inside. With just a gentle rocking motion she felt her orgasm gently, slowly climbing. It was only when she was almost there that she finally began rising and falling rapidly on the shaft. For once, both Steve and Annie climaxed together, and it was glorious, and it was loud.
They were both exhausted by now and Annie, having first collapsed onto Steve's chest, rolled to her side of the bed, but kept her head on his shoulder and her arm draped across his chest. She could feel his come trickling out of her pussy, but she liked the feel this one time and decided that she would change the sheets later.
They both fell into a sound sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
*****
It was still only 4pm and Annie awoke, refreshed after her short sleep. She untangled herself from Steve and carefully got off the bed so as not to disturb him, before making her way to the bathroom where she stood under the shower, trying not to get her hair wet. Soaping her breasts and genitals brought fresh shivers of pleasure. She began to wonder what had gotten into her. "Apart from Steve and Michael", she chuckled silently to herself.
From that day on, Annie attempted to join Steve most days when he retired to bed at lunchtime. The days when she couldn't make it were usually when Bonnie had come round during her break from work. It was a change in their sex life that they both enjoyed and made the most of. She even fellated him for extended periods but made sure that she took his cock out of her mouth before he came. She quite enjoyed watching the jets of semen flying up onto his chest. As far as she was concerned, the further they flew, the better the job she had done.
Annie had yet to persuade Steve to repay the compliment but was beginning to work on a plan to "blackmail" him, by promising to take him all the way to climax if he did the same for her. For Steve, the idea of Annie swallowing his come was an unspoken, but very hot fantasy indeed.
Meanwhile, her adventure with Michael hadn't exactly helped Bonnie. She was becoming increasingly sexually frustrated. In the words of the Rocky Horror Picture Show song; I've tasted blood and I want more (more, more, more). But although she craved male company, the kind of men that hit on her simply didn't attract her. So, she had to rely increasingly on her little friend Mr Rabbit.
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Three months after leaving for University, Michael returned home for Christmas.
Bonnie was happy to hear that he was coming back. She'd had many fantasies about 'that night' and even more about what she would like to happen now. She was looking forward to finding an excuse to visit once he was there.
Annie was more than a little bit worried about Bonnie. She knew how frustrated she was from their conversations and although nothing was said, she was concerned that her sister might try and seduce her son.
Annie finally invited Bonnie over on Sunday the week before Christmas. Steve had finished work for the festive period the day before and, although he was on call, wasn't expecting to go into work. This was a clever plan of hers because it meant that Bonnie was unlikely to find an opportunity to be alone with Michael.
Steve had managed to acclimatise to "normal" hours within a couple of days; He kept himself up using strong coffee until the early evening on Saturday. Then slept for ten hours, before getting up and having a breakfast, rather than his "evening" meal. By Monday, he was remarkably well-adjusted. He even enjoyed sex with Annie each evening leading up to the festivities.
The family enjoyed their Sunday lunch and talked freely about home, work and studies. It was as they were tucking into dessert that Steve had an idea, which he spoke without thinking (he was still a little jet-lagged from his time=adjustment).
