Abby's Choice: The Final Chapter
We both turned at the same time and smiled at my sister, Abby. Her face was beaming and her demeanor almost giddy as she stood watching me slowly remove my fingers from Jean's wet pussy. I turned to my mother watching the slight blush creep down her cheeks, as she reached to ease up the spandex pants; and I settled back into the chair, satisfied I had given my mother just what she needed and wanted - at just the right time.
"Oh you were so right Abby! You were so, very, right!" She answered back, cupping my cheek with her hand. With a dreamy look, Jean walked off towards Abby to embrace and kiss my sister passionately. There was a brief period of whispering and then with a final look of adoration, Jean left the kitchen.
"Wow buddy boy, you got mom on cloud nine!" Abby quipped as she took a chair, sending her breasts into a small wiggle storm.
"If you say so sis. We were just talking and the next thing we knew we were both horny as hell." I replied back, reclining in the chair knowing fair well Abby could see my stiff cock wavering like a small flag pole.
"Ya? Talking huh?" and she giggled, before adding, "Mom told me she spilled her guts and you were curious about the rest. She thought maybe I would like to fill you in. But, I don't know – straining that erection any more might not be good. I should hold off and let you settle down." And at that point she stood up and walked away. My protesting did no good and she disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with only the sound of her departing snicker.
I couldn't believe it, one minute she was fucking me with wild abandon and the next she walks away after seeing my erection. "What gives here?" I thought, feeling the heaviness of my cock diminish as the blood slowly drained away.
It was simple disappointment I felt as I stood to walk off to the living room. Entering that room, mom's words came back and the room gave me an entirely new feeling – a feeling of intense sexual pleasures (along with mental visions of acts performed) forbidden knowledge to all except the participants.
As might be natural, my mind switched to thoughts of Abby and I sat down in the easy chair. The curiosity within me building with each passing moment; and the prospects of her picking up the story, where mom had left off, made me antsy for her return. "So Abby watched dad fuck mom right here and even joined in partially - wow!" I thought, closing my eyes envisioning the scene being played out on the floor.
The scent of "Taboo", Abby's delicious perfume, swept into my nostrils and no sooner had I registered the scent I felt Abby's nipples softly sweep across my face, as she leaned on the arms of the chair, bent over. "Thinking about anything special?" She cooed.
I opened my eyes slowly and she moved a nipple to my lips, tracing the line between them. The invitation was plain. My tongue slid out moistening the nubbin before I sent a long, hot, wave of breath over it and sucked it in. I was rewarded with a soft moan and watched Abby close her eyes, in obvious enjoyment of the attention paid to her offering. I released the nipple, leaving it wet, stiff, and glistening. Abby, with a slight twist, offered the second nipple without opening her eyes or uttering a word.
"Ummm God that felt good. You're so gentle. I love what you did for mom. She's not use to that sort of thing and you put her in seventh heaven." Abby sighed out as I released the second nipple.
I smiled at Abby and dropped my eyes to take in what I hadn't seen as yet. She wore French cut panties, the kind that dipped not only in front but in back – black with a chartreuse colored, worm like, squiggle going around the waist and leg bands, high lighting her proud mound. I had already noticed the black silk, half, jacket which, perfectly, set off the lower half. She was stunningly beautiful. Her breasts played peek- a – boo with the jacket lapels, as she turned and gently sat in my lap.
"So I get the feeling that pleasing you may have some real rewards – apparently you're not quite so one sided as dad used to be. That excites me Joey, a lot!" She commented, tracing her finger across the lips that suckled her nipples.
I chuckled and did a quick shiver, a by-product of her light finger touch. "I'm glad you're happy. I can't believe a strained back has caused me so much pleasure. So, Abby, any chance you're going to fill me in on the rest of the story mom started?"
"Oh I think there's a very good chance of that Joey! Care to join me on the couch?" and after a brief pause she added, "I'm going for some wine first - would you like a glass?"
I nodded and received a soft kiss before she slid from my lap. Abby went one direction and I went another, deciding I might need a cigarette or two to get through this next bout. Mom was in the kitchen and gave me a knowing smile when I reached for a pack of cigarettes. "Need a little bolstering Joey?"
"Not sure, but it can't hurt. You talked to Abby?"
"I did dear...I let her know what we talked about. She's anxious to fill you in. You know the things I left out and I have no doubt a lot more! You kids have fun." And Jean turned leaving the kitchen, giving me a wink and a blown kiss sent from her finger tips.
Returning to the living room I found Abby stretched out on the couch and two glasses of wine on the coffee table. With a coy look and "come hither" smile, she motioned with her finger to come join her, raising her head just enough for me to slide onto the couch. I did. A sip of wine and two lit cigarettes later Abby eased her head onto my lap, blowing out a small cloud of smoke and started in...
"So where did mom leave off again?" She asked casually.
"The night dad upped the ante on your sex education here in the living room. But that's not where I'd like you to start..."
"Oh? And just where would you like me to start?" She said, turning her head to look up at me.
"Not so much "where" Abby. I'm more curious about the reasoning behind why..."
"Ahhhhh...The why of it all huh? I see, well that will take a little thought." And she took a drag blowing the smoke away and reached for her wine glass, a delay tactic meant to tease more than aggravate.
"Abby?"
"God alright, keep your boxers on - for a little while anyway!" She commented and a soft laugh followed.
"It's not all that mysterious, believe me. I was already "changing", if you get my drift, when I became aware of the goings on around here. I caught them one day without their knowing it and watched. I was a mess of emotions. Excited, shocked, embarrassed, (God knows why) and then I guess curiosity took over, enough so that I started to sneak around. I remember thinking how strange it all was because I knew they had a "normal" sex life. I mean I heard them in the bedroom grunting and groaning off and on."
At that Abby giggled lightly and paused, taking another sip of wine and finished her cigarette. I chuckled with her and commented about remembering the bedroom commotions myself.
"Ya well be that as it may – the other thing was just plain weird. Dad could be doing damn near anything and WHAM, he be stiff and calling for mom!"
"No shit! God didn't he ever just take of it himself?" I asked, putting out my cigarette and taking a sip of wine.
"Sure. At least I think so. But he enjoyed mom's help more and she never seemed to mind – as far as I could tell. Oh God Joey! I almost forgot...I walked out in the garage one day when dad was working on the car, ya? Well I heard him yell for mom anyway; and not knowing if mom heard I went out to see what he wanted. When I started through the garage door he shouted at me telling me he was okay and to go back into the house. He had that "look" on his face and I just knew mom was squatting down in front of him so I delayed a little. You know, asking him how it was going and all? Well I gotta tell ya, I about cracked up watching his face! He was trying to talk and mom had him so close he didn't know what to do! When he didn't answer and gave me a half grin – sort of – I shrugged my shoulders and went back in the house; and just as the door closed I heard him cum!" Abby couldn't contain her laughter at that point and broke up remembering her close encounter.
Of course I laughed with her. "That was close Abby, anything come of it later?" I asked after I calmed down some.
"No (Hee-hee) No, not really. As I recall, I just got several glances from dad later on. I think he was trying to figure out if I knew what was going on. Of course I didn't give him any reason to feel like I did. It was a game. I enjoyed it and besides I wasn't through with my sneaking. I got pretty good at it actually, that is until..."
"Fuck me - you got caught – didn't you?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, yes and no. I was doing laundry when I heard dad yell out in that tone for mom. She didn't answer right away and I caught him walking into the kitchen with his ole boner just sticking out and waving to the world! I guess mom forgot where I was and when she walked in she gave dad a grin, squatted down, and started working his cock. She had him backed up to the kitchen counter and I could see everything. By that time I was...Oh God how do I say this – more than interested in what they were doing. I mean it excited me a lot and I loved watching them. I was even getting wet by then and when dad would come I'd almost loose it myself!"
"But you said you got caught..." I said, interrupting her.
