Author's Note:
At its heart, this is a college harem series, but as it contains incest, it must be categorized accordingly.
This is the fifth and sixth chapters in the
Late Night Truth or Dare
Series. Although new characters and plot lines originate in these, I do not recommend reading these as stand-alone stories as they will be missing context and character development from the prior installments.
This version has been revised from the original to correct mistakes and reformat for better reading online. Additionally, the title has been changed to eliminate confusion about the order of the stories.
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Late Night Truth or Dare - Deep Throat Training
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Jennifer Murphey's breasts bounced with each stride.
Her sports bra contained but failed to control their motion, as their ample size was too much for even the sturdiest support system.
She didn't have a runner's body like her daughter, but that didn't prevent the enjoyment of her morning runs. Except when her period was approaching, and the tenderness in her breasts made anything over an easy jog painful.
She relished beginning her days in the cool fresh air, with the morning sun gently tanning her Italian skin as she cruised around the local lake.
In the summer, she wore short shorts and a sports bra, enjoying the sun on her skin and showing off to the middle-aged men she routinely passed.
They tried to hide their glances, but she always saw, smiling to herself at their attention. Luckily, they were all respectful and left her to jog in peace.
Her husband would be mortified if he found out. He was an old-fashioned Irish Catholic man and thought she should cover up whenever she left the house.
Usually, she obeyed him, but she'd convinced him she overheated if she wore too many clothes while running, which was partially true. She failed to mention where she ran or how many men were there when she did.
The glances were just fun and games, something her husband didn't need to know about. None of the men dared to approach her anyway.
It took a boy to finally make a move on her.
She stuck to the same route each day, as it made it easy to time her mornings. The views never disappointed her, especially since Ian, the boy from down the block and childhood friend of her daughter, picked up running.
At first, she'd see him passing her, and they'd exchange pleasantries. Gradually she ran into him with more frequency.
A few weeks ago, he'd met her at the start of the lake loop, waiting to run with her at a pace far slower than his usual, and she'd met him every day since.
Their conversations began banal and innocent, but the more they ran, the more they opened up to each other. Even flirting a bit.
As she rounded the corner, she saw this day was no different.
"Hey, Mrs. Murphey. You're looking good today," Ian said with a smile.
"You're very kind, Ian. You look like you've already put in a few laps," Jennifer responded.
Truth be told, Jennifer knew she looked good. At forty-five, she'd kept in great shape since the birth of her second child. In addition to running most days, she maintained a strength training regime.
It was nothing to make her too muscular and just enough to keep her toned, with a round ass to match her breasts.
She'd led a life of little stress, leaving her face looking like someone in their early thirties.
If her husband would let her, she'd flaunt her looks all over town. As it was, she was relegated to the local park between seven and eight in the morning.
"A few. I'm trying to get in shape for college. I'm going to try and walk on to the baseball team."
"Well, you look in good shape to me," Jennifer said, glancing over the teenager's body.
When they'd started running together, Ian wore tank tops. After a week, he'd ditched those to go topless.
Jennifer hadn't complained as she enjoyed seeing the boy's muscles ripple and bounce as he ran next to her.
She'd been the center of attention for all the men for so long that she thought it was about time someone gave her something to look at.
As they circled the lake for a second time, they joked, flirted, and exchanged glances they hoped the other would forgive. It was nothing too serious, but Jennifer knew Ian grew more smitten with her every run.
Jennifer didn't yet realize it, but Ian would've done anything she asked.
She'd begun to fantasize about him. Even going so far as to masturbate while imagining him fucking her from behind but despite the lack of sex or anything sensual in her marriage, she wasn't ready to cross that line.
Ian reminded her of her son, Bobby. Although he had the red hair and fair complexion of her daughter, Sarah, something she'd inherited from her father.
Ian and Sarah had just graduated high school together but despite being childhood friends, they hadn't socialized much in the last five years.
Bobby and Ian shared a sharp jawline and low body fat, eagerly displaying their well-defined muscles. She'd occasionally caught herself staring at her son by the pool, but this was always followed by a hint of shame.
With Ian, she didn't have to suppress her thoughts, as long as she let them remain secret desires and didn't act on her urges.
"I've got to get to work. I'll see you next time," Jennifer said as she abruptly peeled off from Ian, her mind having wandered too far into the gutter.
She was glad she had to leave for work before her husband. Otherwise, the urge to divert the run to Ian's bedroom might've been too much.
The lack of convenience might be the only thing keeping her from acting on her yearnings.
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"Did Mom tell you that her and Dad are heading to Aunt Molly's this weekend?" Bobby asked his sister as she snuggled next to him in bed.
She'd joined him after their parents had left for work, which had become a habit over the last week.
Most of the time, the siblings had sex, but sometimes Sarah practiced her deep throat skills, taking her brother's cock further each time. She'd come a long way since Ashley had given her pointers, but she still couldn't take all of Bobby's dick into her mouth.
They'd lie naked in each other's arms until one of them had to rise. This usually resulted in two or three rounds and them lingering in bed until noon.
"She did. Why? What are you thinking?" Sarah responded, hoping her brother was on the same page as her.
"I thought we could invite some people over. I could even buy some alcohol if people chip in. I spent my last pennies on that lingerie."
"I'm sure I can collect some money. The girls would be more than happy to donate to a good cause. Are you wanting to keep it to the six of us? If not, we could get a lot more money."
"I'm not selfish. I'm willing to share. So, if you want to invite some other guys, that's fine with me. As long as they know how to behave."
"I'll talk to Dee and Ashley and see who we can round up," Sarah said. "I don't want to invite too many people as we'll have to clean up before Mom and Dad get home Sunday night."
"Maybe an equal number of guys and girls? We can actually play a real game of Truth or Dare that way, assuming everyone is willing."
