All characters engaging in sex are over 18.
All constructive criticism will be happily accepted, all grammatical errors will be giddily ignored.
Enjoy and as always, five stars are appreciated, even if you don't read it all the way through... especially if you don't read it all the way through... nudge, nudge, wink, wink... but seriously five stars.
Also, feel free to laugh, cry, jerk, diddle, rub, all of the above, or whatever it is you do while reading this story. Personally, I hope someone is going down on you right now and your laptop or tablet is resting on their head as you read them these words.
Remember, sharing is caring but swallowing is love.
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As soon as I walked into the kitchen, the mouth-watering sight of my Mom bent over digging into the fridge greeted me. "Damn, Mom, that looks good enough to eat," I teased as the sight of her round, firm ass awoke the beast in my pants.
Mom wiggled her panty-covered ass in response. I laughed then slapped her bottom.
She cried out as she swatted behind her, "Dammit, I told you, not so hard."
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"Yeah, and use tongue."
With a bit of the devil in me, I bent down and bit her right where her leg touched the bottom swell of her ass. She mmm'd and pushed back into me.
"Do it again," she said when I stood.
I snorted as I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and then leaned over Mom to grab the cereal from the top of the fridge. If I had been six feet or so, that wouldn't have been an issue, but in ninth grade, my growth spurt came and went with a quickness, leaving me at the awkward height of five feet five inches, which I always found a little embarrassing.
However, my height was my advantage at that moment because it allowed me to press my body against Mom's. The heat of her ass felt amazing against my crotch. Without thinking, I pushed into her a little too much throwing her off balance.
"Dammit, Alex, I'm stuck," she said with a laugh and another swing of her hand.
"Uh-oh, step-sister, looks I better help, let me just pull your panties down," I said, teasing her with that silly porn meme that seemed to be everywhere.
"You wish," she said, shoving me back.
I laughed and grabbed the milk before turning toward the kitchen table. As I did, I noticed my little sister standing in the doorway. She rubbed her eyes as she let out a sleepy yawn. "One day, I'm going to come home and find a little three-toothed flipper baby brother running around."
"We're just goofing around, Beth," Mom called out.
"Yeah, and even if we did do something, whose going to get Mom pregnant? 'Cause it won't be me. I'm sterile, remember. I could fill Mom with an ocean of cum, and it wouldn't do a thing."
"Ew, gross."
As she rummaged through the cluttered refrigerator, Mom's frustration grew. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally found the jar she had been searching for, and with a sigh of relief, she stood up and faced her daughter. "You saying I'm gross?"
"No, an ocean of cum is."
Mom thought about it for a second, then agreed. I laughed. As Mom and Beth moved around the kitchen, Mom fixed her coffee, and Beth searched for her own breakfast. I couldn't help but notice how the morning light illuminated their faces, casting soft shadows across the room and highlighting their features. Their animated gestures, the warmth in their voices, and how their night clothes clung to them made me glad they were mine and no one else's.
The age gap between Mom and me was almost two decades. She was in her forties and I was twenty-five. Meanwhile, my sister Beth had recently celebrated her twenty-first birthday, marking a significant milestone in her life. At least we tried, but I only remember a little from that night, so who knows. The two people I couldn't help but stare at were a bit shorter than me. They loved staying active and enjoyed doing outside things like Mom's dancing and Beth's hiking. All of their efforts paid off because each of them rocked tight little tan bodies with thick curves.
Either of them would make any guy stand up and beg, especially when they ran around in tight little tank tops and painted-on panties that left little to the imagination. Still, for me, it was a daily occurrence. The beast, with one eye, still stood up and begged, but it was useless. They were my forbidden fruit.
Granted, if it weren't for Mom's unusual views on parenting, we might have grown up to be highly uncomfortable with our own bodies, causing all sorts of insecurities. However, she was a stripper, which, depending on your perspective, may or may not have been seen as a good thing.
If you asked her, she'd say she was an exotic dancer, but she still spent her life taking her clothes off for money, so... pots and kettles. Although Mom has always sworn she never fucked for money, and I believe her, in my book, that made her a tease instead of a slut. And she was the same at home. Drove me insane, especially when Beth turned eighteen and joined her, but, unlike the guys at the club, at least I got to grope their bodies whenever I wanted, so... I had that going for me.
During my younger years, I had friends who loved spending time at my house. We did what kids did, but, as we got into our teen years, my friends were suddenly no longer allowed over. Don't get me wrong, before I hit legal adulthood, Mom dressed like the other moms... well, not just like the other moms because Mom was, and still is, hot and a hot woman is a hot woman no matter what she wears.
Turned out the other mothers were uncomfortable letting their children hang out at a house belonging to an attractive stripper. Of course, my friends' fathers on the other hand, had no issue with it. Didn't matter, though, Mom shut any of that bullshit down quick. She used to say that if people destroyed their lives going to the club, that was their problem, but, if they did it in our backyard, that was on her conscience.
I didn't care; Mom was fantastic, and the dicks at school brave enough to say something couldn't take a punch anyway, especially when they moved on to Beth, Mom's mini-me. Guys, even guys who were five years older than my sister, saw an opportunity.
The extent of my battles cannot be expressed in mere words. The sheer amount of aggression I kept inside of me throughout mine and my sister's high school years, made me fiercely protective and possessive of both the women I loved. They were the ones I cherished the most, and I was willing to go to any lengths to safeguard them from potential harm. Deep down, I knew I could never truly possess them as they were my sister and mother. So, I turned all of that frustration and anger toward those who pissed me off. My love for them was intense, and it consumed me entirely, even if I could not do anything about it. Of course, it worked out for whichever piece of fluff I was dating.
I took all of the feelings Mom and Beth produced in me made and would shower my girlfriends in affection until I got them naked, then I'd fuck them with an intense, burning passion, but ultimately our relationships fell apart. I would fuck like a barbarian, but eventually, the knowledge that the one I
was
with wasn't the one I
wanted
to be with and I'd become disheartened. As a result, that old frustrated feeling would return and I'd let them go and return to the women waiting for me at home.
I found that daily exercise helped not only with my ever-increasing sexual frustrations but also with my physical health. Often, I'd run around our picturesque countryside with my sister or find myself helping Mom with a new dance routine. Between their activities and working outside, I had a toned physique and a natural tan I proudly displayed.
As a result, women were drawn to me like a magnet to metal, especially Mom and Beth. They, like me, and unbeknownst to me then, were similarly frustrated with our inability to act on our mutual desires. Despite my best efforts to conceal it, the long glances and subtle touches from the women in my life made it clear that my arousal was at least partially reciprocated. Eventually, I stopped hide my arousal altogether.
As I lounged at the kitchen table, clad only in my snug-fitting boxer briefs, my gaze fixated on the objects in front of me. Two of the tastiest-looking asses that ever walked God's good green Earth pranced around for my enjoyment. And as Beth took her seat next to me, I couldn't help but give her a warm smile. She gave me a weird look and then looked down.
"Mom, Alex is hard again."
"Lucky boy," Mom mumbled.
"Aren't you going to say anything?"
Mom looked around and gave me a look. I tried to hold back my smile as I waited for her to speak. After a moment of silence, Mom gave her own little smirk and said, "Depends. Is that hard cock because of me or your sister?"
Beth exploded, outraged, as I laughed.
"How's that even remotely relevant?"
"Well, if it's for you, he's grounded," Mom said letting her smirk turn into a smile. We loved teasing my sister, especially since her reactions were always demonstrative.
My sister rolled her eyes at Mom's response and turned her annoyance to me. "You know, you should really do something about that because one of these days, it's going to fall off because you let it get hard all the time," she teased, her words laced with sarcasm and humor.
I hugged her close and said, "You could help." She pushed me away with an over-exaggerated "Ew," causing Mom to laugh. I shrugged. "See, you won't help me, and Mom won't help me, so I guess I'm fucked, and not in a good way." She slapped my arm, and I laughed as my phone buzzed. "Shit, I'm going to be late for work," I exclaimed. "Traffic is always terrible this time of the day."
"Why are y'all starting so late," Beth asked.
"Fuck if I know, but Wally said he didn't need us until later, so..."
Mom chuckled. "Got caught up in all the eye candy, huh?" I smirked, and then said, "You had better hurry then."
