Little Tish: Ch, 12, Jackie and his mom reach an intimate understanding.
Tags: mother-son love, mother-son sex, reluctance, feet, anal play, semi-public teasing, semi-public fondling, semi-public sex
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Author's note: This is a fairly long love story principally between a 19-year-old male in college, his innocently beautiful half-sister still in high school, her equally beautiful redheaded girlfriend and their hot-blooded little mother as well. The sexy little mom may not be quite as innocent perhaps but she is seriously beautiful and as lusty as a mink in heat, even if she is desperately trying to resist her powerful, innate urges. But it remains at its heart, a love story between several young, libidinous innocents who really love each other and care about finding a way to make their love, and their lusty desires, work and last -- not an easy task.
This chapter is fairly well packed with plenty of hot, loving action, reluctance and teasing as well. It is the third part of the "pay-off" that has been developing for some time now and it primarily deals with a mother and her son and their love for each other. Also, I have taken some suggestions to heart and dropped a good deal of the "needless recaps".
It has taken some time for these loving people to find their way amid all the twists and turns and potential disasters involved in a complex set of relationships such as these. But the road to paradise includes some of the strong, practically irresistible desires, urges and compulsions that often occur in the sexual relationships of young people, several of whom are closely related to one another; they all are just chockfull of love and lust and juice.
One of the most interesting aspects of writing this story has been exploring the arguments and thought processes involved in establishing these far-from-normal relationships in caring, stimulating, lusty and loving ways. It's been fun finding out whether or not they finally manage to work it all out or not and, if they do, how? But I'm happy that love usually finds a way.
Again, thank you for your patience. If it's a quick fix you're looking for, then this may not be for you; I won't hold it against you. This chapter might be able to stand on its own but the narrative would make much more sense if the story were read from the beginning.
I have grown to love and care for these beautiful, randy little innocents who, at least to me are entirely lovable and for whom I hold no animus. This chapter is the third part of the "pay-off" we've been working up to for a while now. Little Tish and Jackie and Little Beeje must figure out what the hell to do about their beautifully sexy little mother who has been waiting not so patiently in the wings. Thanks for coming along for the ride and for your patience.
Enjoy,
HP
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JACKIE:
It was late morning when we finally got it together enough to come down and test the waters. We had decided that Billie and Tishie would head over to Billie's house to check in with her parents and to check on her younger sister Crissy.
Because they were going out they were forced to "get dressed" but, being spoiled rotten by only rarely having to wear clothes anymore, they were pushing the limits of what it means to be "dressed".
Tishie was along for moral support and to help get an unbiased read on Billie's parents. They, of course were "dressed" in lightweight summer wear with not a whole lot on underneath and I, following the new house rules, was buck-assed naked.
I was trying to suppress an erection at the moment because I knew neither of "my girls" was wearing any underwear. Their sweet, delectable pussies were bare and almost constantly dripping with their tasty girl-cum. It was largely this fact that was providing me with such a throbbing "woodie".
But for the past week or so, I had been amazed at my almost constant state of arousal. Not that I really minded but it looked like I was going to be a "walking boner" yet again today.
'It must be all the pulchritude in evidence around here lately.' I decided. 'Everywhere I look, all I can see are incredibly beautiful women and succulent, aromatic body parts just begging for my attention'.
We had been constantly naked and that could only have added to the delicious display of our little sexual banquet.
But I also believe something more subtle was at work here. This place has become a miasma of sexual pheromones that has resulted in a sort of "closed loop" of sexual desire. The pheromones were being produced by all of our rampant sexual desires and all our sexual desires were fueling the rich blanket of pheromones that had taken residence in every corner, nook and cranny of the house. In short, celibacy is not a probable option here.
I'm not sure how long this glorious situation will last, but lately my stamina has been practically inexhaustible. And I figured that this was just fine by me.
I was in front of "my girls" as I descended the stairs but as I neared the middle of the staircase, I was stopped in my tracks. From my vantage point, I couldn't see my mother but I could see her soft, sexy legs as they stuck out, resting on the coffee table.
She had her shapely legs crossed at the ankle, her right over her left. The delicate bright orange painted toes of her left foot pointed out across the room but those of her right were wagging slightly up and down. My attention focused on the soft, sensitive skin of her sexy instep and my gaze was just locked on to it. Her soft little arch just looked so inviting there just begging for a loving touch.
As she was sitting back on the couch, I couldn't see the rest of her of course but in my mind she was naked, just sitting there in all her sexy, soft glory. And it must have been that image that caused my little soldier to pop to rigid attention like a West Point cadet at a short arms inspection.
Now there is absolutely nothing about my smokin' hot little mother that is not cute or sexy or beautiful or all-of-the-above. And her cute little bare feet have always been an object of adolescent fixation for me for as long as I can remember.
Now, I'm not sure if all "my girls" are aware of this little peculiarity of mine just yet but Tishie sure is. She is fully aware of how much I love her adorable little feet. After all, she had used them to provide me with a mind-blowing "foot job" several days before.
But I couldn't seem to stop ogling. I was mesmerized and just standing there like an idiot.
My two gorgeous little girls almost bumped into me when I'd just stopped there and blocked their way down the stairs. But as my baby sister went to step around me, she first saw what had captured my attention and then, looking down at my front and with a cute little smart-ass smile on her face, she next saw what the results of that vision had manifested on me.
She quickly pointed out my spontaneous, if embarrassing erection to Little Beeje and when she then pointed out the source of my arousal, they both began giggling adorably and shaking their pretty little heads at me.
"What's the matter Big Brother?" Tishie whispered with a soft little chuckle and a teasing tone in her little voice. "See something down there you like?"
I was mortified but I simply couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the soft sexy little feet of my gorgeous mother.
Giggling, they went on down the rest of the stairs and greeted our mother.
"Good morning Mom." Tishie said with a sweet little smile. "Jackie will be here in a minute; he's just up there pulling himself together."
Our gorgeous little mother was looking cool and cute as hell in one of her light summer house dresses, very similar to the one she'd had on the other day when she was flashing me from the couch. She looked at Tishie with a wistful little smile and sighed. There was a good deal of unspoken communication going on there but I would have to wait awhile to discern its depth.
"Oh Mom," my little sister said, obviously feeling bad for my mother. "Don't be sad or upset with us, please? We all love you so much and that's only gotten stronger in the past few days."
As I tried frantically to suppress my untimely erection, I could see Tishie climb into her lap and snuggle in for a nice loving cuddle. Little Beeje went around to the back of the couch, hugged her and kissed the top of her head, trying to give her moral support as well.
"Oh my babies," she sighed. "I love you too -- so much."
I finally just gave up and went down the rest of the stairs with my stubborn, rock-hard erection preceding me, just bouncing along with my steps.
As it turned out, I was the only one still following the dress code that morning. Billie and Tishie were heading out and I suppose my mother was just feeling a little more subdued after the events of the previous day.
When she looked at me, she focused in immediately on my erection and just shook her head with a little chuckle. "Well, it looks like you guys have been getting on just fine." She said, a trifle sarcastically. "Been up to some real mischief and having some fun have you?" And then more kindly, she asked, "How are you all doing?"
"We're doing great Mom," Tishie said looking up into her loving face with a happy smile. "Billie and I have to head over to her house for a while. Jackie can tell you why.
"I really love you Mommy," my little sister said. And then more seriously, with her eyes beginning to fill with tears, Tishie threw her tiny little arms around Mom's neck and cried, "I love you sooo much Mommy. You are the best mom in the world!"
"I love you too Tishie. And I love your hugs." My baby sister squeezed her tiny arms around our mother and held on tight. The hug was a very loving one and lasted a long time. When they finally let go, Billie came around the couch for her own and then they were up and on their way out the door.
"We'll see you sometime late this afternoon Mom. We love you." And they were out the door and gone.
"I don't know quite what to say to you Jackie." Mom began. "I know what you have been doing with your little sister and, while I fully understand, I can't say I'm very pleased with the situation."
"Mom, we love each other. It's as simple as that. We finally realized that we've probably been in love for most of our lives and we've only just lately come to realize it. Please don't be angry or take it out on Tishie, especially when I'm back at school. We both adore you and . . . "
