EDITED BY:
Miriam Belle
CREATIVE CONSULTANT:
Simply_Cyn
Author's Note:
"It really helps to read the first "Sweet Cherie" story prior to this one..."
***
Jack grabbed the stepladder from the side of the furnace and hurried over to the small two-foot by four-foot window. He carefully stood on top of it, his naked body beginning to shiver a little in the cool darkness of the basement. Behind him, Cherie watched thoughtfully, admiring his ass with a devilish smile. She folded her arms across her full, exposed breasts and leaned against the cold concrete of the foundation. She could see Jack's sizable cock hanging limply between his thighs, swaying back and forth as he moved. His balls were heavy, unaffected by the nippy temperature. Despite how close they were to being caught in the act of incest, she couldn't help but think about how much she loved fucking him.
"Fucking window is jammed," Jack muttered as he tried to slide the window up.
"That figures," Cherie rolled her eyes, a small plume of dust falling on her as Jack's parents walked about the kitchen right above them. She could hear their muted voices, and wondered if they had found the clothes she and Jack had so foolishly discarded in the build up to having sex.
"If I can get this open," Jack grunted as he worked the stubborn window, "We can create a distraction and get them out into the back yard."
"And then?"
"We sneak in the front, grab our clothes and hope to fuck no one sees us run up stairs to my old bedroom."
"Sounds like a genuine Laverne and Shirley plan," Cherie commented playfully as she walked over to him.
"I'd like to think of it as a Balki and Larry solution," he smiled.
"Hey Jack," Cherie said softly, her hand on his calf.
He looked down to her, and was again taken in by her gorgeous features. In the shaft of light from the driveway lamp, he could see her large green eyes, the dark thick hair that spilled around her shoulders and her massive breasts that hung from her torso like perfect globes. He smiled, "Yeah?"
"Tonight really meant something to me," she squeezed his leg, and then added, "Not that I want to pick out curtains or anything..."
Jack laughed. "It meant something to me too."
Cherie smiled, about to say something else when a loud bang startled them. Someone upstairs had dropped something big on the floor as more dust fell down from the ceiling. They strained to listen and heard laughter, the instantly recognizable baritone guffaw of his father clearly ringing throughout the house. But, the thing that triggered Jack's curiosity was that the laugh that should have been his mother's sounded different. He stepped down from the stepladder and began cautiously walking towards the staircase.
"What are you doing?" Cherie asked as she grabbed his bicep.
"Wait..." he said, putting a finger to his lips.
He frowned as he listened to the muffled conversation, and after a few minutes of listening he realized his mother was not up there.
"You said both mom and dad ran out to the store right?"
"Yeah," Cherie nodded, "They said they'd be back later on."
Jack's mouth dropped open. "Wait, this is mom's bridge night with the girls from work! Dad always drops her off, and they usually play until midnight. That's when dad goes and picks her up."
"Then who is up there?"
"I don't know," Jack shook his head, looking upward.
"That asshole," Cherie whispered, "He's cheating on his wife."
Jack shook his head in the dim light. "Now we don't know that for sure yet."
"There's one way to find out," Cherie smiled.
Jack's father and his guest left the kitchen and went into the living room, their footsteps thudding above their heads. Cherie led Jack up the stairs quietly, their bare feet making no noise as they went. Huddling together, the cracked the door open and saw the kitchen lights were off now, but the living room was brightly illuminated. Jack's father, Mike, was sitting on the couch, looking at the clothes they had left behind. His dark features furrowed in confusion.
"That's weird..." Mike said as he looked Cherie's pants, "I wonder what happened?"
"Don't worry about it," a husky feminine voice said from just out of view.
Jack strained to look as Cherie pressed her back against him. He was keenly aware of his seven and a half inch cock wedged between her ass cheeks as her bronze hair tickled his nose a little. They were leaning on the carpeted steps, propped up on their elbows as they watched his father through the crack of the door. Jack put his free hand on her shoulder, and Cherie smiled.
"Who is that in there?" she whispered, "I know that voice..."
"I have no idea," Jack replied.
And then, the mystery woman came into view. Jack's jaw dropped again and Cherie froze in place, her eyes wide. Cherie's mother, Ellen, was slowly taking off her blouse in front of Mike. She undid each button slowly, teasing him as he sat on the couch watching intently like a kid seeing his first porno. A small squeak escaped Cherie's throat as her mother took off her shirt, revealing her barely contained breasts in a red lacy bra. Jack figured that they had to be 36 E's at least as she tossed the silky blouse to his father.
"Oh... my... God..." Jack managed, not knowing whether to laugh at the irony or cry.
"That's my mom," Cherie said futilely, her hand poking Jack as though performing a reality check, "That's my fucking mom."
"This is some twisted shit here," Jack closed his eyes as he shook his head.
"And like us two cousins fucking each other isn't?" she half laughed.
"Point taken," he shrugged.
