Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Part 3
“Yeah I know,” Stacey tossed the magazine to the table in between them. She stood, stretched, adjusted her bikini top and did a cannon ball into the pool.
Trish giggled, slowly stood, and made her way to the side of the pool. She sat and eased herself in. She swam over to Stacey, straddling her taller sister in the deep end.
“We should go skinny dipping. That’ll shock and awe them,” Stacey joked.
“Maybe scar them for life!” Trish replied.
“Nope. They were so awkward around us last night. It can’t be because we aren’t around that much. I know they have to have huge crushes on their aunts,” Stacey said, swimming around the pool with Trish.
They swam and played for a little longer, occasionally getting out of the pool, grabbing a float and lying it in.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Aaron and Bennet stood silently, looking out the window, the sandwiches and salads prepared. They watched the women in bikinis play and float in the pool, never taking their eyes off them. When Stacey and Trish grabbed their towels, wrapping it around their bodies, their secret watchers sighed, glanced at one another and moved along.
Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 6
“Come on! Move it, move it!” Stacey shouted to her nephew. They were jogging on the beach, he was lagging way behind her.
A couple hundred yards down the beach and Stacey stopped, watching Bennet eventually catch up to her out of breath.
His hands on his knees, heaving for air, Stacey shaking her head. She gently pushed his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and topple over.
“I think you just want to look at my butt while I run. That’s why you are staying back,” She joked.
Bennet said nothing, sitting on the sand, panting.
Stacey turned to look down the beach, seeing her sister Trish, wearing a similar sports bra and yoga shorts jogging toward them – Aaron far behind.
The sisters shot each other a look. Trish waited for Aaron to catch up.
He took a seat next to his cousin, out of breath as well.
“It’s ok Aaron. I know it’s hard, but the more you practice the easier it gets,” Trish encouraged him, tousling his sweaty hair.
“I told your Bennet, he’s probably lagging behind on purpose to check me out,” Stacey said. “How about you sweetie? Doing the same?” Stacey playfully kicked at her son’s foot.
There was no reply.
“Alright, well let’s head back and get ready for our movies,” Stacey said.
Aaron and Bennet watched the two scantily clad, sweaty fitness models walk away. A few seconds later, they stood, following them, lagging behind on purpose, their eyes on the lady’s legs and asses.
That evening they went to separate movies in different theaters. Stacey reminded Trish to really pretend it was a date. As a result, she pulled the armrest up, slowly guided her nephew’s arm around her, and snuggled against him. He was tense, but didn’t seem to object as much.
Stacey did something similar, but was more forward. “No making out. At least not this time,” she jabbed his side.
Making their way back to the cars after the movie, each aunt grabbed their nephew’s hand. At home they gave them a kiss. It was meant for the lips – a small peck – but the son’s got nervous and moved, causing the kisses to land just to the side of their lips.
They next day, after fixing breakfast, Aaron and Bennet remained in their rooms.
“Hi. You ok?” Trish asked Bennet.
“Yeah,” he replied, avoiding eye contact with his mother. “Just got to catch up on class work.”
Stacey did the same with Aaron, getting a similar reply.
Several days passed, Aaron and Bennet kept to themselves, barely even talking to Stacey and Trish. They wondered if something was wrong. Their sons gave the excuse of being busy. Trish was able to convince Stacey not to press the matter. Stacey agreed, restating her theory that they had crushes on their aunts and this was their way of dealing with it – being reclusive.
They agreed to continue to spend one-on-one time with them after their upcoming photo shoot in Atlanta the following week.
It was close to midnight on the last night of their trip to Atlanta. They were leaving in the morning. Moonlight mixed with city lights traveled through an apartment balcony, shining on Stacey and Trish’s slick backs. They were riding two men on a couch.
Ulysses and his equally muscular and hunky half-brother, TJ, quietly watched the two women grind into them, their hands resting on the couch cushion behind them.
Something was wrong. Stacey and Trish couldn’t concentrate. They had been going at it for two hours, riding and cumming on one cock, then switching to the other. But something was off.
The sisters slowed down, glanced at one another, and nodded. The men smiled, their hands traveling over the toned tummy of the ladies.
A few days earlier, Stacey called Ulysses letting him know they were in town, he invited them over for dinner after their shoot – TJ was with him. They were hoping to go all night. But something, someone was on the forefront of Stacey and Trish’s minds – their sons.
“Everything ok?” Ulysses asked his friends.
“We have to go,” Stacey spoke up. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh. I see. Did we do something to upset you?” Ulysses asked.
“No, not at all,” Trish said, smiling at Ulysses, caressing TJ’s face.
Stacey planted her feet on the floor, standing, Ulysses’ cock slurping out of her. “We have a long trip tomorrow. Plus we’re dealing with some family things.”
“I understand,” The two men watched Trish get off of TJ, wipe her face with a towel, and get dressed.
“It was fun, maybe another time,” he added.
“Yes,” Trish said.
Stacey grabbed TJ’s still erect cock, shaking it like she would shake someone’s hand, “It was nice meeting you.”
“Likewise,” he nodded.
They watched them leave, standing nude, as the door closed.
After an awkward several second silence, TJ passed gas. “Whew. I’ve been holding that in all night.”
“I guess it’s good they left then,” Ulysses joked, walking past his half-brother.
“I don’t care if we wake them up,” Stacey said, her cell phone dialing her son’s number, while driving back to the hotel.
“Mom?” Aaron answered.
“Hi! You’re awake!” Stacey beamed.
“Yeah. Bennet and I are trying a new game.”
“Great! How do you feel?”
“Um, ok, I guess. You?”
“We miss you so much! We haven’t talked with you or seen you much this past week,” Stacey said.
“Yeah, well, we’ve been busy,” Aaron trailed off.
“We’ll be home tomorrow. We can’t wait to see you,” she said, Trish grabbing at the phone. “Put Bennet on the phone, Trish wants to talk to him. I love you!”
Trish took the phone, waiting for her son to answer. “Hello? Hi sweety. We’ve been thinking about you a lot the past few days.”
“Hey mom. Oh, well thanks?” Bennet said.
“We love you so much and your aunt and I are enjoying hanging out with you. You don’t mind me spending time with Aaron?” Trish asked.
“Um, no, it’s fine.”
“We just thought spending time with your aunt instead of mommy might be more fun,” Trish said, Stacey pulling into the hotel parking lot.
“Mom, it’s fine, really it is,” Bennet said, glancing at Aaron.
“Ok great. We’ll see you both tomorrow. I love you.”
There was a slight pause, “I love you too.”
The phone call ended, Stacey and Trish entered their hotel room, stripped naked and showered. They fell asleep a little later after talking about plans for their return. They decided to kick things up a notch and really flirt and be like a girlfriend to their nephews.
Back at their home in Miami, Aaron and Bennet were quietly watching a slideshow of images. The slideshow was loading from a laptop, displayed on a 60 inch TV in the living room. The cousins were both erect, watching images of bikini clad fitness models – Stacey and Trish – scroll from one to the next on the large screen.
It was close to 1am and they couldn’t take it anymore. They glanced at one another; Bennet ended the slideshow, turned off the TV and gathered his laptop. Each son went to their own room, closed the door, undressed and jacked off until their cocks exploded with cum.
Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 7
The four of them were inseparable upon Stacey and Trish’s return. Their sons attempted to avoid them, making excuses about why they couldn’t spend time with them. Their mothers ignored them. Stacey ordered them to join them in the living room after dinner, suggesting that missing a night of studying wouldn’t cause them to flunk out of community college.
Their anxiety and nervousness never fully went away. Trish would snuggle with Aaron on the couch while Stacey would sit in Bennet’s lap. They’d pick on them; flirt with them, all to zero reaction from their nephews.
They went on a double date the following weekend. It was mostly Stacey and Trish gabbing away while Aaron and Bennet sat quietly, picking at their dinner.
“This has been our third date,” Stacey told her nephew Bennet when they arrived home. “Take me to bed. Now.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” Trish grabbed Aaron’s hand. The boys glanced at their mothers and gulped.
A minute later, Stacey pushed Bennet onto his bed, “Get on there!” She climbed on top of him, still in her dress, straddling him, smiling at him, pinning him down. She kissed his cheek, rolled off him, and snuggled against him.
Across the hall, Trish sat on the bed, patting the mattress for Aaron to lie next to her. “I’m chilly,” she pouted.
Later that night, Aaron and Bennet were wide awake, their aunts sleeping soundly in their arms, their minds racing.
The next weekend they kept their sons out even later. They went to the same club Stacey took Bennet to a few weeks prior. As predicted they were too nervous to dance. They looked like a fish out of water. Trish felt guilt for bringing them there. Stacey didn’t seem to care as she had a pretty big buzz going after a couple shots.
“If you two doofuses aren’t going to dance with us, we’ll dance with each other!” Stacey stood, grabbing Trish, pulling her along.
“Mmm, hey baby,” Stacey said once they reached a good spot in the crowded dance floor, their sons out of sight.
“Hi,” Trish giggled back.
“At least we’re getting them out of the house,” Stacey said.
“Yes, maybe this is building confidence in them. Slowly though.”
“I hope it is. But we have to keep it up. I’ve been flirting with Bennet, he’s unfazed.”
Trish nodded, “Same with Aaron.”
Stacey quickly turned Trish around, pulling her hips backward. “Mmmm, if I had a dick, your butt would feel so good against it right now.”
“Uh huh,” Trish rolled her eyes and kept dancing.
“If I had one,” Stacey leaned in close, whispering into her sister’s ear from behind, “I’d fuck you all night.”
Stacey felt Trish’s body shake from laughter. Trish brought her hand up behind Stacey’s head. Stacey’s hands slowly traveled up Trish’s body. She kissed her neck, Trish closed her eyes.
Stacey’s hands landed on Trish’s chest, giving her breasts a quick squeeze before Trish’s eyes shot open and she turned around. “Stacey!” she swatted at her sister, a smile on her face.
“Come on, let’s go. You can drive,” Stacey said.
Once again the aunts were in bed with the nephews. This time they each gave them a nice neck massage. They said thanks and rolled over and went to sleep – or pretended to.
Over the next couple months the foursome did everything together. Stacey and Trish were able to reschedule a few photo shoots to spend time with their nephews. They made sure each weekend was full of stuff to do as a group. They’d go play miniature golf, go to movies, dinner and so on. They didn’t go dancing again, much to Aaron and Bennet’s relief.
Little by little, Aaron and Bennet loosened up around their aunts. They didn’t seem as tense. Hugs were easily given without awkwardness. They felt like one big happy family.
Something was still off though. At night, the mothers would say good night to their sons and join their nephews in bed. There was something about those “goodnights” that confused Stacey and Trish – but they couldn’t put their finger on it.
Everything was great until a game of Twister shortly before Christmas.
“Go Aaron. Your turn, sweetie,” his mother, Stacey said.
Parent Post: Fitness Model Moms – by tw_holt
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- Fitness Model Moms - Part 3
- Fitness Model Moms - Part 4
- Fitness Model Moms - Part 5
- Fitness Model Moms - Final Part