Literotic asexstories – Board Games by Jimyfoxx,Jimyfoxx Board Games
Early October
Shelly was blessed with a pair of perfect children: the twins, eighteen year old Kimmy, and her younger brother by bare minutes, Timmy. The three of them were extraordinarily close as they idolized their mother as much as she adored them.
Shelly, in her later thirties, was easy to idolize as she was practically a raven haired goddess with her flowing jet black hair falling down past her shoulders, framing a pleasantly mature face.
Her face, still pretty by all practical standards, featured a pair of piercing green eyes which somehow managed to be both mirthful and seductive all at once.
But what turned many a head of any room Shelly ventured into was her body as it seemed to have been sculpted by the Gods when they were in a very good mood.
Shelly was fairly tall, five eight, and weighed a perfectly fit one hundred and forty pounds. She possessed a majestic curvaceous figure, featuring a pair of large well rounded tits. Wearing a size triple D bra her breasts were simply a most wonderful sight to behold—if you were a male, or a female even, that enjoyed a well-endowed woman.
Kimmy, fortuitously, had inherited her mom’s two finest features: her thick raven hair, along with a full set of nicely sized tits. These two admirable traits, when combined with her wholesome “girl next door” pretty face turned the young Kimmy into a blossoming beauty that garnered her a fair amount of attention—even from her twin brother.
Saturday night was scary movie night and as usual the three of them settled down in the dark living room in the hopes of watching a horror movie that wasn’t too cheesy while providing plenty of jump scares.
All three of them were dressed casually for the movie with the siblings wearing jeans and loose fitting tee shirts and Shelly, already dressed for bed, wearing a robe over her bra and panties.
Halfway through the movie, Shelly glanced over at her beloved twins. They were cuddled tightly together under a single blanket, this having become a custom of theirs as of late and one Shelly thought to be adorably cute.
But what was not cute was how they started to quietly bicker back and forth shortly after looking so content together. Finally, their arguing reached the point of annoyance for Shelly as she hit the pause button on the remote.
“Now what are you two kids bickering about?” she irritably snapped at them.
“Mom he touched my boob,” Kimmy quickly responded.
“I did not,” Timmy shot back indignantly.
“You did and you know you did,” Kimmy fired back.
Knowing her two stubborn kids could carry on like this all night, Shelly snapped, “Enough.”
“Now you go first Kimmy and tell me what happened exactly.”
“Well he had his arm around my waist, holding me tight–”
“Like you asked me to,” Timmy interjected. “She always wants me to hold her during the scary parts.”
“Shh, Timmy, you will get your turn. Let your sister speak.”
“Fine,” Timmy mumbled.
“Anyways as I was saying, before he rudely interrupted me. He was holding me tight and yeah I asked him to, but that doesn’t mean he can touch my boob, Mom.”
“Of course it doesn’t but Kimmy honey, did you brother just start like, touching your boob all of a sudden during the movie. Is that what you are telling me happened?”
“Yes, all of a sudden like, I could feel his hand brushing up against my breast.”
“Can I speak now?’ Timmy asked eager to defend his honor.
“Sure go ahead,” Shelly told him.
“Mom, I . . . I might have touched it . . . you know by accident.”
“By accident . . . really Timmy . . . and I suppose it was by accident too the other day when I caught you watching me get undressed in my bedroom,” Kimmy retorted.
“Mom . . .” Timmy fairly whined, “She had the stupid door half open and I just happened to glance in to her room as I walked by.”
Shelly repressed a smile, knowing her daughter, much like her mother, was, in fact, a bit of a tease and probably left the door partially open on purpose while she was getting undressed.
“OK, let’s concentrate on one thing at time. Back to the movie boobie touching incident. Now, Timmy, honey, how might have you touched your sister’s breast . . . by accident?”
“Well it was during that scene where the killer jumped out and stabbed that stupid girl and she jumped and sort of slid down against me. My hand was around her waist, you know a bit below her chest, and when she slid down I sort of jumped myself and my hand kind of went upwards and I, yeah, might have . . . accidently . . . brushed my hand against her boob.”
“See I told you he touched it,” Kimmy said triumphantly.
“Yes, well, it did sound like an accident hon . . . sort of.”
“I don’t think it was an accident, Mom,” Kimmy said shooting her younger brother a look of disdain.
It was at this point that Shelly made her fatal mistake. Trying to make light of the situation, she smiled and said, “Well, honey, it’s not like Timmy here hasn’t ever touched his mom’s boob, by accident, as they were cuddled on the sofa watching a scary movie and they both jumped.”
Smiling at her son sweetly, she added, “I mean accidents do happen . . . even if they are on purpose sometimes.”
Ripping the blanket off, Timmy jumped up from the sofa then and went storming out of the living room.
“Hey where are you going,” Shelly called out as Kimmy laughed.
“See he is guilty and that’s why he’s leaving,” Kimmy yelled after him.
“I am going for a walk to get some fresh air as I don’t wanna hear you two making fun of me anymore and trying to turn me into some kind of pervert.”
In less than twenty minutes, on this warm autumn evening he would be dead.
Timmy was just heading up their driveway after having circled the block at a brisk pace, trying to walk his anger off in their quiet, upscale neighborhood, when all of a sudden, he saw a car come barreling across the road at him.
Turning, he tried to leap out of the way of the oncoming car but was too late. The car smacked into him, knocking him into his front yard before continuing on and hitting one of the large trees lining either side of their long driveway.
Shelly and Kimmy came rushing out of the house after hearing the loud crash of the car hitting the tree. They were too late. Timmy was already dying from massive internal injuries.
As it turned out the car hitting him was a total accident as they later learned the driver of the car, an elderly neighbor who lived down the block, was just on his way home when he suffered a massive heart attack, causing him to lose control of the car.
Three Weeks Later
Kimmy and Shelly were both nearly inconsolable after the accident as they knew it was their teasing that prompted Timmy to get up from the sofa and take his ill-fated walk.
Kimmy, in particular, was devastated since it was her stupid complaining about him touching her breast which indirectly or directly, she could not make up her mind which, led to his death.
In an attempt to assuage her grief she, along with her best friend Toni, decided to use an Ouija board to try and contact the spirit of her deceased brother.
They choose Halloween night to try this desperate ploy out as Kimmy had read how, the veil or the natural layer of separation between The Physical World and The Spiritual World is closer during the time leading up to Halloween or any other collection of Spirit related festivities, primarily due to collective attraction, given the number of holidays celebrating The Spirit World around this time – over 13 worldwide! Though there are other times and periods when the veil can be thin, Halloween, in particular, is when we, as practitioners, notice lots of doors opening between the two worlds. In the United States in particular, around this time, virtually no discrimination is given as to what type of Spirit from The Spirit World it is we are calling forward.
Shelly was working late that evening as Toni and Kimmy settled themselves down in Kimmy room among some flickering candles in her otherwise dark bedroom.
The Ouija board belonged to Toni, who presented herself as an expert at using the thing but, in reality, this would be her first time using it. After Toni began asking the standard questions: Timmy are you here, can you please talk to us, do you miss your sister, etc. Toni felt what she claimed was an unseen hand brushing along the bare skin of her left forearm before there was an indistinct whispering in her ear.
Freaking out, she jumped up and turned on the lights before saying, “I want to go home.”
“You really felt something touch your arm, Toni and then that whisper. I mean you aren’t just playing?”
“Yes, I did and I ain’t playing. I bet it was your brother as it sounded like his voice whispering in my ear.”
“Well if you gotta go fine, but can you let me borrow your board because if it was really him I wanna try contacting him myself.”
“Everyone says you should never use the board alone, Kimmy,” her friend warned her.
“OK, fine. I will wait until my mom gets home. She is kind of into the occult so I bet she will wanna try herself.”
“Fine, I will leave the board but just be careful and sometimes, I mean, I have heard, you can like summon someone, like a demon, instead of the person you are trying to contact and you especially need to be careful because remember its Halloween so . . .”
“Sure, sure, I will keep that in mind. Thanks,” Kimmy replied as Toni handed the board over to her.
An hour and half later, it was nearly ten pm by then, Kimmy was in her mom’s candle lit bedroom. As she suspected it hadn’t taken much for Kimmy to talk her still grief stricken and desperate mother into trying to use the board to contact Timmy.
Both of them were dressed conservatively with Shelly wearing a plain, loose fitting night gown while Kimmy was dressed in an oversized nightshirt as they settled down on the bed with the board between them.
“Ready to begin,” Shelly quietly asked her daughter.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, hon?”
“I do. I . . . I want to apologize to him for . . . you know.”
“I know . . . me too.”
After they both placed a pair of fingers lightly on the wooden planchette, Shelly took a deep breath before asking the first question. “Is anyone there?”
There was a brief pause before they both felt the planchette moving under their fingers, seemingly of its own accord to the YES.
“Is it you, Timmy, please tell me it’s you, baby?” Shelly said in a pleadingly voice.
The planchette moved to the letter T.
“T for Timmy. See I told you,” Kimmy said excitedly to her mom just as the planchette moved again to the YES.
Shelly thought for a brief moment before asking the next question in a calm, gentle voice. “Do you miss us honey because we miss you terribly.”
The planchette moved back again to the YES.
Taking a deep breath Shelly said, “So you are here and . . . and what do you want?”
The words were barely out of her mouth when the planchette moved to the letter S then to the letter T and then A, before finally settling on the letter Y.
“Stay,” Kimmy said almost inaudibly as a cold chill crawled up her spine. Suddenly, she wanted to do anything but stay and communicate with the spirit of her dead younger brother.
Shelly started to speak out loud, “OK we will stay–“.
But before she could finish her sentence Kimmy was interrupting her in a panic.
“Mom . . . Stop. Don’t tell him we will stay.”
After pulling her hand away from the planchette, she leaned close to her mom, whispering, “I don’t think this is such a good idea, Mom.”
“Honey why,” Shelly whispered back.
“I don’t know, I’m scared though suddenly. Just move the planchette to the good bye at the bottom of the board and let’s put this thing away.”
“Honey I think you–”
Again, Kimmy interjected before her mom could finish what she was saying. “Please, Mom . . . do it now.”
Shelly could tell by the way her daughter’s voice was almost trembling she needed to listen to her, but as she started to move the planchette down to the GOODBYE engraved toward the bottom of the board, it suddenly jerked and flipped over.
What happened next was a blur as suddenly all six of the pillar candles, there was three on either of the two nightstands flanking Shelly’s king sized bed, simultaneously blew out, plunging the bedroom into darkness.
“Mom, quick turn on the lamp,” Kimmy nearly shouted.
Shelly leaned over to the turn on the lamp nearest her on the nightstand, there was small lamps on both of them, when suddenly she felt a strong breeze of sorts rushing past her outstretched arm.
With an extremely loud bang inside the quiet bedroom, the lamp crashed onto the wood paneled floor, causing both of them to let out a loud scream. A bare second or two later, the lamp on the opposite nightstand also was sent hurtling to the floor, where it too crashed with an equally loud bang.
“Mom, do something,” Kimmy yelled.
“OK, OK,” Shelly said while trying her level best to remain calm. Grabbing her daughter’s hand, she said, “Let’s just get out of here for now, Kimmy. C’mon.”
They both hopped off the bed and began fumbling their way across the pitch black bedroom toward the door. Shelly noted, with no small amount of alarm, how her bedroom somehow seemed darker than normal when the lights were out, but had precious little time to ponder this further as after only a couple steps they heard a loud scrapping noise off to their left– as if something was being dragged across the wood paneled floor.
“Mom, what is that?” Kimmy whispered.
“I don’t know,” Shelly hissed back.
They soon found out as upon reaching the door it was blocked by Shelly’s extremely heavy five drawer dresser with mirror. The dresser, nearly seventy inches in height and eighty five inches wide and weighing nearly two hundred and seventy five pounds, was basically unmovable by them, especially in the dark.
Mom do something,” Kimmy again cried to her mother. “I hate the dark.”
“I know you do honey so here . . . take my hand.”
Kimmy allowed her mother to steer her back over to the bed before whispering to her, “Here . . . sit down and wait for me. I will be right back.”
“W-where are you going,” Kimmy asked as she latched onto her mother’s arm with one panicked hand.
“I have some candles and matches in the bathroom, hon. I will be right back. Stay here.”
“OK . . . but can’t I go with you,” Kimmy whispered.
“Just stay here, hon. I will be much faster on my own. I will be right over there by the bathroom . . . not far. Now don’t argue with me.”
“Fine,” Kimmy replied quietly as he mother left her sitting there on the bed.
Shelly, fighting gamely not to panic, floundered her way across the bedroom once more in the inky blackness of her bedroom. Shelly’s night vision should have been, by now, kicking in but for some reason, the sheer blackness of the bedroom still seemed utterly unfathomable.
Finally, just as she reached the wall next to her bathroom door and was feeling her way to the doorway, she heard a quiet whooshing noise prior to hearing the door being softly shut.
After finding the knob in the dark, no matter how she wrenched on it, the knob simply would not turn.
Sighing, she stumbled back across the bedroom to her daughter. “Honey, I have bad news. The bathroom door is like locked and I can’t get in.”
“Mom how is that possible? I mean it locks from the inside.”
Settling down next to her on the edge of the bed, Shelly reached out, grasping her daughter’s hand tightly in her own. Leaning toward her she whispered, “Honey I think we need to accept the fact your brother is doing this.”
“You mean trapping us here in the dark . . . but why?”
“I think it’s because you wanted to say goodbye and I agreed. I think we hurt his feelings . . . again. Remember he just wanted us to stay. Yeah, he was probably still upset from earlier when you and Toni left him so quickly also.”
“So what do we do?”
“Tell him we don’t want to leave anymore, tell him we will stay here in the bedroom with him . . . like he wants.”
“Can’t you?”
“I don’t have time to explain, but I just think it will mean more coming from you, Kimmy, so go ahead and please tell him that very calmly though.”
Kimmy took a deep breath before saying out loud, “Timmy we don’t want to leave anymore. We are both going to stay . . . here . . . with you. OK?”
When Kimmy’s plea was met with dead silence, Shelly brought her mouth to her daughter’s ear before whispering, “Tell him again, but tell him this time we will stay with him all night long . . . if he wants, that is the both of us, and this time, say it like you really mean it, honey.”
“Fine,” Kimmy muttered under her breath before raising her voice again. “Timmy, mom and me both really, really want to stay here with you, all night long I mean . . . if that’s what you want. Please . . . pretty please, tell us that’s what you want.”
After a few seconds of silence, Shelly spoke up, “Yeah, come on Timmy, sweetheart, both your sister and your mommy really want to stay with you . . . badly. I promise we will have fun, honey so maybe you could like, for starters, let mommy go into the bathroom and get some candles. I mean you know how both of us are afraid of the dark so . . . please honey can you do that for us. We promise not to try and leave anymore . . . right Kimmy?”
“Yes, promise, please Timmy let mommy get some candles.”
After a few long drawn out seconds of silence finally both Shelly and Kimmy let out a small sigh of relief as they heard the bathroom door creak open.
“I will be right back,” Shelly whispered to her daughter as she hopped up from the bed. While crossing the room toward the bathroom, Shelly noted how the previous inky blackness of the bedroom was actually starting to lighten up a bit, giving her hope things were improving after their rough start.
Just as a test, when Shelly went inside the bathroom to get the candles, she tried clicking on the bathroom light; it wouldn’t turn on. Sighing, she grabbed the matches and hurried back out to the bedroom.
A minute or two later, the two girls were, once more, sitting comfortably on the bed, crosswise from each other with the Ouija board between them. The bedroom was relatively well lit now as, in addition to the relighting the trio of pillar candles on both of the nightstands, Shelly was able, or maybe allowed might be a better way of putting it, to scatter, and then light, a good dozen or so of small tea light candles on both of the nightstands, and on the dresser still blocking the bedroom door.
Leaning forward, Kimmy whispered to her mom, “Ask him what he wants now that we have agreed to stay here with him.”
After they both placed their fingers in the prescribed manner on the planchette, Shelly quietly asked, “So Timmy we are both wondering . . . now that me and your twin sister have agreed to stay . . . what do you want?”
The board spelled out its ominous response.
D-R-I-N-K
“Drink what, Timmy?” Shelly softly asked while having a pretty fair idea of what the board’s answer would be.
T-E-Q-U-I-L-A
“I thought as much,” Shelly murmured as she quickly bounced off the bed, making her way across the room to the small mini bar in the corner of her bedroom.
After bringing back a bottle of Patron Silver and a pair of shot glasses, Shelly filled both of them up.
“He wants to get us drunk, Mom. Don’t you think that might be dangerous?” Kimmy protested as her mom tried to hand her the full shot of tequila.
“It also might be fun but regardless we should go along with . . . you know . . . whatever he wants us to do. I . . . I think we owe him that honey. Don’t you?”
“Yes, I suppose we do,” Kimmy replied as she fought the tears threatening to come spilling out, once again. She had cried plenty since her twin brother’s death while blaming herself for making such a big deal about him accidently touching her boob.
Yes, deep down inside she knew it was an accident, him touching her there, but she was just in a sort of weird, playful mood that night and decided to make sport of him. Of course, the regret she felt later on was in a word—crushing.
“Yeah, I agree, whatever he wants,” Kimmy sighed as she took the shot of Patron from her mom.
They both downed their respective shots, and then placed their fingers back on the planchette. It started to move again spelling out another simple four letter word with deep meaning.
M-O-R-E
Shelly almost laughed before whispering, “Apparently your brother remembers how super friendly his mom gets when she drinks too much. Hmm, and I wonder if it runs in the family.”
Repressing her own smile, as she took a second full shot of Patron from her mom, Kimmy whispered back, “Yeah, the truth is I too get kind of . . . hmm, get friendly when I have been drinking.”
After they both downed their second shots, they turned their attention back to the board.
“Now what would you like us to do, Timmy, sweetheart,” Shelly asked.
The planchette began moving under their fingers spelling out a rather fateful word.
S-T-R-I-P
Kimmy immediately began to protest. “Mom, no wa–” But before Kimmy could give a full voice to her disapproval her mom quickly brought her finger to her daughter’s mouth snapping harshly, “Shh, Kimmy.”
The menacing glare her mom fixed her with then, instantaneously caused Kimmy to snap her mouth shut.
Making sure to make her voice as sweet as possible, Shelly answered for them. “Which one of us would you like to strip first, baby?”
M-O-M
Shelly took a deep breath before answering him honestly. “Honey I don’t have a problem stripping for you but the truth is I’m . . . well not wearing anything very exciting under my nightgown.”
The truth was Shelly was completely naked under her gown but she had other ideas where to take things.
When her explanation was met with a heavy silence she quickly added, “But if you don’t mind waiting for a quick minute, if you want, I could hurry and slip something, hmm, nice on under my gown.”
The planchette quickly moved to the word YES on the board.
Again, Kimmy started to object but, once more, Shelly shut her down with a finger to her lips, before leaning forward and whispering harshly in her ear. “Shhh, honey, I said we need to play along and that is what we are going to do.”
Shelly, eager to please, jumped up from the bed and hurried off to her large walk in closet. A minute or two later she opened the closet door, wearing the same night gown.
Pausing at the entrance to the closet, she gave her daughter a sly smile before leisurely stripping off her nightgown.
Under her nightgown Shelly was wearing an all-black ensemble consisting of a delicious looking satin bra, matching panties, garter belt and panty hose. The bra was especially delicious looking as the top half of it was sheer, showing off Shelly’s bountiful tits to an extremely acceptable degree.
Feeling frisky, Shelly added a pair of slutty looking black sandals with four inch heels to the mix. Strutting over to the bed, she could, literally, feel both of her children’s eyes crawling all over her body as she took Kimmy’s hand, helping her to her feet.
Dropping her voice to a quiet whisper, she said, “I think it’s your turn now, honey, but let’s find out for sure.”
She guided her daughter’s hand down to the board where they both once again placed their fingers on the planchette. “Would you like to see your sister strip off that ugly nightshirt she is so fond of wearing to bed.”
Immediately they felt their fingers being guided to the YES.
“Mom, I . . .”
“Do it now, Kimmy,” Shelly hissed quietly in her daughter’s ear. “So far he is playing nice but maybe you would prefer being trapped in the dark again. I mean, you have noticed how your mom’s heavy dresser is still in place blocking the door and our only means of escape.”
Kimmy whispered back. “We could call someone. You have your phone right?”
“We left our phones downstairs as to not distract us from when we tried to communicate with him . . . did you forget?”
Sighing, Kimmy responded, “I guess I did.”
“Maybe this will help.” Shelly quickly filled up one of the shot glasses with another full shot of Patron. “We will share this one.”
Shelly downed half the shot before shoving the glass in her daughter’s hand. “Drink!”
“Fine,” Kimmy said before taking the offered shot and draining it.
“And,” Shelly said as she sat on the bed, “You know what you need to do next.”
Kimmy, feeling slightly dizzy from the last half of shot, slowly stripped off her nightshirt.
Underneath she was wearing a Calvin Klein bralette and matching thong. The white cotton bra, in particular, was skin tight on her showing off her immense tits just as nicely as her mom’s.
They crawled back up onto the bed before settling down on opposite sides of the board. After placing their fingers back on the planchette, Shelly asked quietly, “I hope you like how we both look, honey?”
The planchette gave them their answer swiftly as it first moved to the YES before moving to the X, and then the numerals one and zero.
Shelly smiled. “He likes how we look times ten I think is what he is saying.”
Kimmy, the tequila was making her feel both brave and carefree, now spoke up saying, “Hey now that me and mom have both stripped for you, little brother, what do you want us to do next . . .” Then shooting her mom a sly smile she added, “We will do anything you want, Timmy.”
“That’s right baby . . . anything,” Shelly gently added. “We promise right Kimmy . . . Anything?”
“Yes, anything,” Kimmy agreed.
The planchette began moving again under their fingers.
C-U-D-D-L-E
“Oh how sweet he wants his mommy and his big sister to cuddle,” Shelly replied.
Snuggling up to her mom, Kimmy whispered, “Well we better not disappoint him, Mommy?”
They repositioned themselves so they were leaning against the headboard of Shelly’s bed with Kimmy allowing her mom to wrap her arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace.
As Kimmy nuzzled her face up against her mom’s neck, Shelly ran her fingers lightly through her daughter’s long mane of dark hair.
“This is nice hon baby?” Shelly asked quietly. “It’s been too long since you have let me cuddle you.”
“Yes, very nice, Mommy,” Kimmy replied sweetly as she pressed her body tightly up against her mother’s.
After a few soothing minutes of their tight cuddling they heard a small rattling noise of sorts coming from The Ouija board as it sat there on the bed just off to the side.
Glancing over at the board, Shelly smiled. The planchette was vibrating up and down against the board, creating the noise she heard.
“Hmm, I think someone wants to communicate something else to us, sweetie,” Shelly told her daughter.
Taking a break from their cuddling, Shelly grabbed the board, placing it in her lap. After putting their fingers back on the planchette, Shelly asked, “What do you want your pretty mommy and your beautiful sister to do next, Timmy?”
The planchette moved softly under their fingers spelling out a word that made both of them smile.
K-I-S-S
They stared at each other for a long drawn out moment before Shelly whispered, “It’s been a long time since we kissed, honey.”
“Too long,” Kimmy whispered as their mouths slowly came together.
They exchanged a series of delicate light kisses, their mouths coming together and then parting, over and over again. After a good dozen of these light butterfly like kisses they broke apart.
“Let’s see what else he wants.”
The planchette moved slowly under their fingers with Kimmy announcing the letters softly as the planchette moved about the board.
A-G-A-I-N. There was the briefest of pauses before the planchette started moving again, spelling out a second word– P-A-S-S-I-O-N.
Kimmy stared at her mom whispering, “I think he wants us to kiss again, Mom but . . . but passionately this time.”
“Are you OK with this sweetie. I mean you . . . you don’t have to if . . .”
“Mom we promised . . . remember. Besides I owe him this considering . . . you know it was sort of my fault what happened and if that is what he wants to see . . . She shrugged her shoulders before whispering, “I am OK with it.”
Kimmy began to sniffle then while blinking her eyes rapidly. Sensing she was about to cry and needed comforting Shelly drew her daughter into her embrace.
Wrapping her arms around her quivering daughter, Shelly whispered, “Shhh, baby it wasn’t anyone’s fault really. It was just an accident. You loved your brother right?”
Kimmy nodded her head yes as her mother stroked her hair. “And you love your mommy too right, sweetie?”
Kimmy looked up at her mom, giving her a pallid smile before whispering, “I do . . . very much so.”
“Just as I love you, sweetie, more than anything so . . . let’s show your brother how much we love each other without . . . without holding back this time, not with words but like this . . .”
Fired by emotion, their mouths slowly came together. Shelly, taking the lead, slipped her tongue out, flickering it along her daughter’s lips, waiting to see how she might respond. Kimmy responded just as Shelly hoped she would by opening her mouth, allowing her mom’s tongue to slip inside and do some deep exploring.
Time seemed to stop as the quiet bedroom was filled with the sound of their lips coming together, and parting, over and over, with an impassioned fever of uninhibited ardor.
This wild frenzy of kisses between mother and daughter might have went on all night if not for the quiet rattling noise coming from the board once again sitting on Shelly’s lap.
Breaking their kisses off, Shelly said, “I think someone wants to communicate again, Kimmy.”
“Hmm, OK,” Kimmy said. “Maybe he wants to tell us how much he enjoyed watching his mommy and his big sister kissing.”
“Maybe so baby,” Shelly said with a smile as they both, very impatiently, placed their fingers back on the planchette.
The planchette moved again, guided by Timmy’s obviously amorous– and naughty spirit. As the letters were formed into words both Shelly and Kimmy quietly whispered each.
M-O-M-M-Y . . . G-I-V-E . . . K-I-M-M-Y . . . N-I-C-E . . . M-A-S-S-A-G-E
“I will gladly do that, honey,” Shelly said as she bounced up off of the bed. “Just let me go grab my warming massage oil though.”
Shelly quickly retrieved her massage oil from the bathroom. Crawling back up onto the bed, she positioned herself on her knees behind Kimmy who was sitting on the bed Indian style anxiously waiting to be pampered by her mother.
Upon settling down on the bed, Shelly decided to see if she could be the one to guide their upcoming actions. Feeling bold and reckless, from both the tequila and from their impassioned kissing fest, she raised her voice. “Timmy it’s getting a bit tedious talking through the board since, you know, both me and your sister have to keep placing our fingers on the planchette so I was thinking, especially since my hands are going to be busy giving your big sister her nice massage, maybe we could communicate some other way?”
Shelly grabbed Kimmy’s hand guiding it back to the planchette on the board. “Hurry let’s see what he says.”
The planchette moved quickly to the YES before spelling out the word . . .
H-O-W.
“I was thinking, remember when you were young and we used to play that silly spy game where you would be the secret agent and I would be the pretty suspect and you would hide in my closet and . . . you know . . . spy on me. Can we try that?”
The planchette moved to the word YES again, and then, amazing enough, although they could see no one crossing he room, the closet door was opened and then pulled partially closed.
“Mom so how are we going to, you know, talk to him if he’s in the closet and not out here by the board?”
“I already have that figured out, Kimmy. Now listen Timmy, as I am giving Kimmy her massage you can answer any of my questions by simply knocking on the closet wall, one knock for yes, and two knocks for no.”
“Hey, that’s smart, Mom,” Kimmy whispered to her.
“I know,” Shelly said. “Now relax and prepare yourself to be pampered very nice like by your mom, but first let’s ask him if that is what he wants.”
Raising her voice, Shelly called out toward the closet. “Timmy, honey, would you like to see your mommy pamper your sister real, real nice like?”
After a brief pause there came a single firm knock on the closet wall.
“It worked,” Kimmy giggled. “You are a genius, Mother.”
“I know, honey. Now I have one more question and I will let Timmy decide it for us.”
Turning and staring at the closet, Shelly said, “Would you like to see us both do one more shot of Tequila to, you know, help us both get in a more playful mood for the upcoming massage I’m going to give your sister?”
Almost immediately there came another single firm knock.
Shelly smiled at Kimmy as she filled up both of the shot glasses to the brim with the potent tequila. Smiling, they tipped their respective shot glasses at each other before downing them.
Kimmy giggled after setting the shot glass back on the nearby nightstand. “Boy I am . . . like kind of wasted now, Mom. I think that what three and half shots now.”
“Hmm, something like that baby,” Shelly whispered as she poured a generous amount of the oil out and onto her hands. “Now close your eyes and just float along on that nice tequila buzz I know you are experiencing.”
Starting with her neck and shoulders, Shelly carefully massaged the oil into both areas as Kimmy let out a gentle sigh.
“Hmm, that feels nice,” she murmured as she felt her mom expertly kneading her shoulders.
“You like the way the oil feels baby on your skin all nice and warm like.”
“Yes, Mommy,” Kimmy answered truthfully.
Dropping her hands down, Shelly rubbed the oil up and down her daughter’s arms several times before whispering in her ear. “I bet he would enjoy seeing us kiss some more, honey.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Kimmy said as she turned her head around toward her mom.
Their lips came together as their kisses, this time, were totally licentious from the very beginning with the sound of their smacking lips, coming together, over and over again, filling the quiet bedroom.
As they kissed Shelly was starting to get over heated. Tequila had always, in the past, made her horny as the cheapest of tarts and now, on this incredible and strangest of nights, she was feeling unbelievably randy.
As her hands slipped down to her daughter’s thighs, rubbing the oil in, Shelly punched her tongue deep inside Kimmy’s mouth before swirling it around to maximum effect for a few quick seconds.
Fearful of going too far, too fast, Shelly pulled back.
“Here baby, raised up onto your knees, facing the closet as I have an idea.”
“You do,” Kimmy said as she obeyed her mother, repositioning herself so she was facing the closet.
“Yeah, I don’t want your brother to feel left out of the fun and games so we are going to let him guide where my massage goes next.”
“How?” Kimmy whispered.
“Just relax and listen baby.”
After pouring some fresh oil on the palms of her hands, Shelly held her hands up. “Now sweetie, where should mommy massage your sister next? Here on the shoulders, followed by her neck and arms again.”
Her question was quickly replied to by with a pair of sharp knocks from the closet.
“Hmm, no. OK, so let me see . . . should I maybe massage her back next then?”
This question too was answered by a pair of sharp knocks.
“No again . . . OK then how about, I start by rubbing the oil all over Kimmy’s thighs and then her tummy. Would you like to see that maybe?”
This time her question was replied to with a single knock.
“Close your eyes and lean back against me baby,” Shelly whispered to her daughter as she brought her hands down to the outer part of Kimmy’s thighs.
Shelly spent in excessive amount of time slowly rubbing her well-oiled hands all over her daughter’s firm thighs. As Kimmy reclined back against her, Shelly noticed with growing amusement how her normally shy young daughter seemed unconcerned with the way her mom’s hands were floating right up to the very edge of her panties.
Probably too drunk to care, Shelly mused to herself before finally moving her hands up to Kimmy’s firm tummy.
Shelly glided her hands, up and down in soft circles, all around Kimmy’s tummy while noticing how the closet door had inched open a bit more.
Having a sense her son was enjoying what he was seeing, Shelly paused with her hands directly around the middle of her daughter’s stomach.
Raising her voice, she said, “Timmy, honey, help mommy decide which way her hands should go next. Should they both keep going around and around in circles all over Kimmy’s tummy . . . like this.”
Shelly circled her hands around several times the entirety of Kimmy’s tummy while hoping he would answer with a quick no.
Her hopes were quickly realized when, almost instantaneously, there came a pair of sharp knocks on the closet wall.
“Let me try, let me try,” Kimmy excitedly whispered to her mother.
“OK,” Shelly replied as Kimmy wrapped her hands around her mom’s.
“Maybe you would like to see Mommy massage my thighs again huh, Timmy?”
Kimmy guided her mom’s hands back down to her thighs as she stared at the closet.
After a pair of rapid knocks on the closet wall, the girls had their answer.
“OK then,” Shelly replied. Speaking to the closet she said, “So he doesn’t want to see me massage your tummy or your thighs. Hmm, maybe your neck and shoulders again is what he wants to see?”
Before she could even bring her hands up to Kimmy’s shoulders there was two quick knocks on the closet wall.
“My turn, Mom,” Kimmy said. Leaning forward, supporting herself with one arm on the bed, she stared hard at the closet. After smiling coyly, her look turned somber as she whispered, “Maybe Timmy would like to see mommy massage me . . . here.” Bringing her other hand up, Kimmy playfully tugged on the front of her bralette. “On my boobies.”
“Yes, I bet he would like that,” Shelly said as she leaned up closer behind Kimmy. “Tell us . . . would you like to see your mommy gave those super nice tits of your sister’s a nice little massage baby?”
Not unexpectedly, there came a single sharp knock on the closet wall.
Shelly brought her hands up, cupping her daughter’s sizable tits through the soft cotton material of the bralette. Bringing her mouth down, as she played with her daughter’s titties, she began showering kisses on her vulnerable neck.
Kimmy began to squirm as her mom’s kisses fell on her neck, just below her ear. Shelly, knowing she had found her daughter’s weak spot, now attacked it with vigor, causing her to writhe about– just as her mom began to massage her boobs with a serious purpose.
“You have such a nice set of tits, honey,” Shelly breathed in her ear as she finally broke off her kisses.
“Yeah, I think it runs in the family.” Looking up at the closet she said, “I’m sure he would agree.”
“You think he would like to see them.”
“I’m sure. I doubt you have to ask.”
“Not going to,” Shelly said as she hooked a pair of fingers along the bottom edge of the bralette. Slowly, wanting to draw the moment out for him, Shelly carefully peeled the bra up, allowing Kimmy’s gorgeous young tits to come spilling out.
Kimmy finished peeling the bra off before turning to the closet. Thrusting her chest out, she closed her eyes.
“Oh God, baby, your breasts are gorgeous,” Shelly whispered to her daughter.
Bringing her hands up, Shelly bounced them tenderly up and down in her hands for a long drawn out moment before bringing her fingers around to gently tweak her nipples, causing a sharp hiss to escape from her daughter.
As she continued to tweak her daughter’s nipples, Shelly looked up at the closet, the door was open a bit wider now. “Honey do you wanna come out from the closet and join me in playing with Kimmy’s super nice tits.”
After a long drawn out moment of silence finally he replied with a pair of firm knocks.
“Hmm, so you are just content to stay in the closet and watch, sweetie.”
Immediately there came a single sharp knock.
“Hmm, I guess Timmy is too shy to come out and play with you baby,” Shelly whispered in her ear.
Turning to her mom, Kimmy smiled. “But you aren’t shy are you, huh, Mommy?” she whispered.
“Too shy to play with my daughter . . . never.”
Lowering her mouth, she once more began to sprinkle a delicate shower of kisses all over Kimmy’s neck as she caressed her breasts affectionately.
Kimmy let out a long drawn out sigh, loving the way her mom was being so gentle with her big tits. Most of the guys she had been with so far, it had only been three, simply treated her tits like a loaves of bread to be handled roughly just because they were a bit outsized.
Breaking her kisses off, Shelly moved her mouth to her daughter’s ear. “Let’s put on a really nice show on for him, sweetie.”
“OK . . . you can . . . can do anything you want to me, Mom.”
“I know I can baby,” Shelly said as she licked her lips in anticipation of what she was planning on doing next.
Gently she helped lie Kimmy down flat on her back before she pulled off her thong panties. “Now close your eyes and relax while your mother finishes off your massage with a . . . happy ending for her pretty little girl.”
Kimmy obeyed, closing her eyes.
Looking down at her naked daughter, Shelly took a long moment to drink in her sheer beauty before lowering her mouth to those delectable tits of hers.
Whispering, she told Kimmy, “You are going to get a very special kind of massage now, honey.”
“I am?” Kimmy asked.
“Yes, your mother is not going to use her hands at all to massage you, but instead she will be using only her tongue and her lips.”
“Mmm . . . that sounds nice.”
“Trust me it will be,” Shelly said as she let her wicked tongue loose.
Kimmy sighed and squirmed as she felt her mom’s tongue working its magic all over her nipples. Flickering in and out, slowly and then quickly, Shelly quickly had both of her daughter’s nipples fully erect.
Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth as she latched on one of those delicious looking, fully erect nipples and began to gently suckle on it. After her mom introduced an array of tender kisses into the mix, Kimmy found herself squirming all over the bed. Never had anyone so affectionately worshipped her body in such a manner before and was simply driving her crazy with lust. Unable to take it anymore, she grabbed her mom’s hand and tried to force it down and in between her legs.
“Please, mommy make me . . . come,” Kimmy gasped.
Shelly shook off her daughter’s hand, “Relax baby, going too fast ruins things.”
Bringing her mouth up, they exchanged a plethora of long loving kisses before Shelly slowly began to kiss her way down. Moving slowly, she sprinkled literally dozens of kisses all across Kimmy’s neck, and then her boobies again, and then down, and all around her tummy.
Liking the way Kimmy was wriggling all over the bed, Shelly moved her mouth down and in between her daughter’s legs.
Spreading her legs wide for her mother, Kimmy begged, “Please mommy . . . pretty please make me come.”
Shelly ignored her pleas. Instead of lowering her mouth to what she was sure would be an extremely wet pussy, she started spraying a loving assortment of kisses all over Kimmy’s thighs before finally, moving her mouth up and in between her legs.
Closing her eyes, Shelly went to work on eating her daughter out. This would be her first time going down on another girl so she just did what she enjoyed having done to herself. Moving slowly, she kissed all up and down the vertical gash of her daughter’s tight little teenage cunt.
Flicking her tongue out, over and over again, she attacked the nub of her daughter’s clit causing Kimmy to let out a series of small whimpers. Back and forth she dragged her tongue up and down Kimmy’s wet slit, causing her to twist and fidget all over the bed before letting out a longer moan.
Circling her tongue around, Shelly finally lost control as she assaulted her daughter’s clit with a vigorous display of loving passion. Bringing her index finger up, she pushed it up and inside of Kimmy. In and out, over and over again, Shelly gently finger fucked her daughter as her tongue continued to assail the young girl’s clit with utter affection.
Kimmy let out a loud moan as her mom’s loving attack reached it apex. “Mommy I . . . I going to . . .” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her very first real orgasm washed over her.
Shelly rose up slightly, watching Kimmy enjoy the aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm. Smiling, she sunk down against her daughter, embracing her tightly.
They laid there, eyes shut, lost in each other’s warm embrace for what seemed like a very long time.
Finally, it was Kimmy, after opening her eyes, who spoke first.
“Mom . . . it’s much darker in the room . . . Look.”
Shelly opened her eyes before twisting around to scan the bedroom. Kimmy was right; it was much darker in the room. All the candles were out except for a trio of small tea light candles over on the dresser, leaving the bedroom in almost complete darkness.
Then they both saw it (him) approaching the bed from the closet in the form of full bodied apparition.
In the nearly dark bedroom neither could make out any distinct features, other than knowing this ghostly essence was the same height and the same size of Timmy. Shelly, knowing her son so well, of course, identified this straight away.
Kimmy let out a small gasp as another of the candles flickered before winking out, and then another more pronounced gasp as the apparition spoke in a quiet hesitant, almost shy like voice. In other words, typical of Timmy speak when he was nervous.
“Don’t . . . I mean . . . you can’t look at me . . . directly . . . or ask questions. Please.”
Shelly’s heart jumped; it was her son’s voice. “OK, honey,” she replied as she found her daughter’s hand, squeezing it tight.
They watched as Timmy, it had to be him they prayed, maybe in a mood to show off, went stuttering around the room, appearing in one corner one moment, and then in front of their faces the next, before quickly fading away.
Then, shimmering with ethereal light, the spirit began to inch ever closer to them. Mindful of his request to not look or stare at him directly, both Kimmy and Shelly only flickered their eyes toward him, both taking the quickest of glances before averting their eyes.
He crept ever closer, moving in such a fragile, delicate way, making it seem like any big movement on their part would sweep him away from this physical plane.
Finally, he stopped a few feet away from the bed. “Can I see yours too, Mommy?”
Kimmy, her voice coming out in a nervous croak, whispered to her mom, “I think he wants to see your boobs, Mom.”
“Of course he does, baby,” Shelly whispered back as the ethereal figure hovered before them, patiently waiting.
“Are . . . are you going to show him?”
“I think it only fair . . . considering how he got to see yours, sweetheart.”
Wary of making any sudden movements that might frighten him away, Shelly slowly slipped off the bed. Once she was on her feet, she moved around to the foot of the bed so she was directly in front of him.
As he stood there so very close, only about—maybe– five feet away, Shelly simply could not resist trying to take a closer look at him. Letting her eyes linger for just a bit longer this time, she observed he seemed to be wearing his usual sleeping attire, a plain tee shirt and white briefs.
She had just enough time to notice, as her eyes darted up to his face for a few precious seconds before turning away, how his shaggy mane of long, brown hair appeared to be a bit disheveled, which was kind of normal for him. She also, from this quick glance, noticed how he did not have a dead like paleness to him—like she was maybe half expecting, but, instead, he looked pretty much as he did when alive—that is . . . adorably cute.
Her heart wrenched as she wanted nothing more than to rush at him before throwing her arms around him and hugging him in her tightest and most motherly of embraces.
Just knowing such a sudden and bold move would scare him away, she settled for something else. Dropping her voice to a seductive whisper, she said, “Mommy doesn’t have a problem with showing you her boobs honey . . . if that’s what you really want?”
After a long drawn out moment of silence he replied in a quiet but strained voice, “It is.”
Deciding to go for broke, Shelly whispered sweetly again, “I will but first, maybe, hmm, both you and your sister, her from behind, and you from the front, would like to feel your mommy’s boobies through her sexy black bra.”
“I would . . . and I bet you would too, Timmy,” Kimmy eagerly replied as she positioned herself on her knees at the foot of the bed directly behind her mother.
“Do you hear that baby . . . your sister is game.”
The apparition of Timmy began to flicker then as if struggling to choose between this world or the next and when he didn’t reply, Shelly added. “Come on baby I know you don’t like to share your mommy but it might be fun to do this with your sister . . . you know, playing with your mommy’s big boobies . . . don’t you think? Please baby . . . come closer to me . . . I wanna feel your touch, I need to feel your touch. Please sweetheart and if you do come closer mommy will give you some nice kisses before letting you play with her boobies.”
Letting her eyes flicker back to him, Shelly resisted letting out a gasp as her eyes inadvertently, or so she told herself, floated down to his crotch. The gasp she wanted to let out, but held in, was caused by the incredibly large bulge he was exhibiting under his tight white briefs.
Finally, as if he made up his mind, the flickering subsided. Again, came his soft, labored voice as if it was a real effort to speak. “Like . . . some . . . kisses.”
Shelly’s heart raced as he slowly, very, very slowly inched forward closer to her.
Turning, she stroked her daughter’s face lightly as she whispered, “Once we start kissing baby reach around me and find his hands.”
“And then what?”
“And help guide them up and onto your mom’s tits, sweetie as I suspect he will be too shy to do it himself.”
Maybe apprehensive about touching this ghostly figure, Kimmy replied, “Why can’t you do it Mom?”
“Because my hands will be busy elsewhere honey.”
“Fine,” Kimmy sighed.
Finally, after what seemed forever, he was right there in front of her. This close, Shelly’s instincts told her, she should dare not look at him.
Closing her eyes, she reached up with one hand. Finding his face, his skin was warm and soft, she carefully drew him into a kiss.
His lips were equally warm as they shared several delicate kisses before he drew back slightly.
“That’s nice huh baby? Kissing mommy.”
“Nice . . . yes,” came the same anxious voice.
Turning to Kimmy behind her, Shelly whispered very softly, “Now baby do what I asked once we start kissing again.”
Turning back to him, Shelly’s was delighted when he spoke. “More.”
“Of course,” Shelly breathed.
Their mouths came together again as they shared a much more serious kiss this time.
Taking a deep breath, hoping his hands wouldn’t be cold and clammy like, Kimmy reached around her mother. After taking one quick glance to locate his hands, they were hanging limp at his sides, she closed her eyes and reached down to grab them.
Letting out a sigh of relief, his hands were anything but cold and clammy, Kimmy slowly guided them onto her mom’s tummy.
Shelly’s heart skipped a beat when she felt his hands on her tummy, and then another as they began to slowly rise with Kimmy’s help.
With her anticipation growing, Shelly carefully slipped her tongue inside her son’s mouth before swirling it around. She felt him, at first stiffen slightly, before relaxing.
Roughly at the exact same time she felt his hands rise up and onto the fullness of her majestic tits, he slipped his own tongue deep inside her mouth.
Confident that his hands, no matter how shy they might be, would now not leave the promised land of his mommy’s big tits, Kimmy slipped her own hands under her mommy’s boobs as she began to jiggle them up and down.
Shelly let out a long sigh as she felt both her kids fondling her boobs before pulling back. “Do you wanna see your mom and sister kiss again, baby,” she whispered to him. “It will be better this time as you are so close to us now.”
“Yes,” he immediately responded, this time in a voice that was firm with conviction.
Shelly turned her head around to face her daughter and seconds later they were kissing like long lost lovers.
Shelly began to notice, especially the longer they kissed, how her once shy, young son was now practically clawing at her breasts through the material of her sexy bra.
Allowing their little kissing fest to go on for a long drawn out moment, Shelly finally broke it off before whispering to her daughter, “Kimmy, sweetheart, why don’t you go ahead and take off your mommy’s bra so your little brother can finally see his mom’s big tits in all their naked glory.”
As Kimmy’s hands started to undo her bra, Timmy’s hands slipped off and away from her as he took a small step backward—doubtlessly so he could have a nice view when his mom’s bra was finally removed.
Wanting to build the tension up some, Kimmy took her sweet time as she leisurely unhooked the first of the triple clasps, and then the second, and then finally the third.
As her bra slipped off and went fluttering softly down to the floor, Shelly heard her son let out a loud gasp as he whispered one simple word that filled her heart full of pride. “Beautiful.”
“Glad you like them baby,” Shelly said as she purposefully thrust her chest out to him.
Leaning around her, Kimmy peered at her mom’s tits before whispering, “God mommy they are so . . . so big.” Then knowing it would only serve to ramp things up she said, “Can me and Timmy play with them mommy?”
Playing coy, Shelly answered sweetly, “Well . . . I don’t know sweetie. I mean, I probably shouldn’t. I mean if anyone found out . . .”
“Please mommy, pretty please, we promise to be nice and gentle with them . . . and I know he really wants to play with them . . . don’t you, Timmy? And we promise to keep it our secret.”
After a brief pause he replied softly, “I . . . I do wanna play with them.”
“Really baby,” Shelly said as she reached out and dragged one finger across his cheek.
“See . . . I told you, Mommy,” Kimmy said as she wrapped a pair of hands around her mom’s tummy. “Pretty please . . . can we?”
There was a fleeting bit of silence before they heard Timmy’s say, “Pretty please, Mommy. Pleeeaasse.”
“Yeah, Pleasssee, Mommy.”
Thrilled at the way they were begging her, Shelly finally whispered, “Go ahead then . . . you guys can both play with them for a bit.”
Both of them wasted no time in bringing their hands up to delightfully fondle Shelly’s boobs as she let her head loll back while closing her eyes.
They both took turns kissing her, as they assailed her boobs with a wild series of loving caresses. Finally, Shelly pulled back. “I need . . . need to sit down, guys. Too much tequila maybe.”
Kimmy took charge now. Hopping off the bed, she said, “Here Timmy, help me guide Mom over to the bed and sit her down.”
Shelly shut her eyes, allowing her children to escort her over to the bed before they gently pushed her down in a sitting position.
As she sat perched on the side of the bed, she wholly expected them to both start in on her boobs again with some loving affection so it was a surprise when instead nothing happened.
Opening her eyes, Shelly found both of them, they had taken a step or two back from the bed, just standing there, holding hands, gazing at her.
She tilted her head forward, letting her gorgeous mane of jet black hair fall down across her shoulders, before giving them both her most seductive smile.
Dropping her voice to a quiet whisper she said, “You guys had enough of playing with your mommy’s big boobies already huh?”
Shelly watched as they looked at each other briefly, before looking back at her. Their twin gazes, she happily noted, seemed to be focused wholly on her chest.
Another long drawn out moment passed as the raw sexual tension continued to build to almost an unbearable level while Shelly sat there allowing her children to gaze longingly at her tits.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Shelly broke the silence. “Come on sweethearts, you can play with mommy some more if you want . . . do you want to . . . please . . . play with me . . . play with my big boobies some more . . . pretty please.”
Shelly had just time enough to note how utterly surreal this whole thing was, her begging her children to come play with her boobies, before the attack came.
Kimmy nodded at Timmy and then it was game on as they both literally dived on their mother, causing her to fall backwards onto the bed.
What happened next was a blur as they both assailed her tits with dozens of sloppy kisses as she twisted and writhed on the bed.
“Oh that’s it babies . . . suck on mommy’s boobies,” she moaned as in tandem she found each of her boobs being smothered with loving attention, literally taking her breath away.
Finally, the initial impetus of the attack slowed as they, in tandem, began to suckle so softly, so sweetly, so tenderly on her nipples with a pair of adoring mouths that Shelly was soon moaning with soft delight at their loving attentions.
And then she felt a hand slip inside her panties and begin to explore. She quickly deduced it must have been Kimmy’s as she could not imagine her shy son being so bold.
Her deduction proved to be correct as she heard Kimmy whisper, “Come on Timmy, slip your hand inside of mommy’s panties too . . . she won’t mind.”
Shelly let out a quiet gasp as she felt her pussy being invaded by a pair of playful fingers, one from each of them, sliding in and out of her now soaking wet cunt.
Combined with the way they were both still softly suckling on her nipples, Shelly was quickly being brought to the edge for what she hoped to be a very grand finale.
As if reading her mind, Kimmy rose up. “Timmy help me position Mommy just right so you can . . . you know.”
Shelly allowed them to push and prod her into position as they maneuvered her around so she was facing the footboard on her knees.
“Come on lean forward mommy, use your arms to support yourself on the footboard as you stick that nice ass out for him . . . and keep your eyes shut please.”
Shelly obeyed, leaning forward while supporting herself with her arms on the elegant raised carved footboard of the bed.
She shut her eyes as she felt Timmy, with his sister’s help, positioning himself behind her.
Her heartbeat fairly trebled as she heard Kimmy whisper to him, “Here let’s get these off of you.”
In her mind, she imagined Kimmy helping her brother struggle out of his briefs allowing that large bulge she spied earlier to come out and play.
“Oh God Mom, you . . . you ought to see how big and hard Timmy is! Jesus . . . I mean wow.”
Shelly, mindful of her daughter’s request to keep her eyes shut, resisted the urge to turn around. As she shuddered, waiting to be—yeah—fucked by her son, she heard the ominous sound of her daughter spitting noisily into the palm of her hand.
“Don’t worry Mommy I am going to get him nice and lubed up for you.”
Dropping her hand down to her brother’s massive cock, it must have been a good eight and half inches she surmised, Kimmy started to stroke it up and down.
“Mmm I bet that feels good huh, Timmy . . . having your pretty twin sister stroking your big hard cock?”
“It . . . it does,” Timmy moaned.
“As I stroke it think about mommy. Think about how hard you are going to fuck her, Timmy . . . OK?”
“OK,” he whispered back.
Kimmy slipped off the bed then and moved around so she was standing in front of her mother.
“Now move your cock up to mommy’s wet hole but don’t put it in . . . until I give you the signal OK, Timmy?”
Shelly nervously held her breath as Timmy nodded his head at his sister.
“Keep your eyes shut, Mom,” Kimmy whispered to her as she reached out and began to fondle her tits before leaning in to give her a full on kiss on the mouth.
Their lips locked, tongues angling in and out of each other’s mouths, as Kimmy’s hands caresses her mom’s hanging jugs.
Knowing the longer she forced him to watch, the greater the fucking her mother would receive when she finally nodded her approval, Kimmy leisurely continued to swap kisses with her mother as she played with her tits in a most loving manner.
Wanting to bring the sexual tension up to a fever pitch for him, Kimmy finally broke off their kisses before whispering, “Watch this, Timmy.”
Taking a step back, she used her hands to lift her tits up before stepping forward and mashing them against her mom’s breasts.
Mother and daughter, all for the son’s viewing pleasure, then spent an inordinate amount of time mashing their large tits together in a most delightful and loving manner.
In between they exchanged another long series of wild impassioned kisses before Kimmy sensed he was on the verge of losing control.
Using her hands, she tilted her mother up. Shelly was sitting on her knees, leaning only slightly forward as she supported herself with her hands on the footboard.
Kimmy smiling, nodded at her younger brother. Shelly felt her panties being gently peeled to the side before hearing him grunt, loudly.
Shelly let out a loud gasp as she felt him drive the full length of that massive cock deep inside of her.
His sheer size took her breath away and made her pant as from the very start he was out of control.
Gripping her hips, Timmy went to town on his mother. Over and over and over again, he slammed the full length of his hardness inside of her, making her moan loudly as Kimmy used her hands to playfully fondle her mom’s boobs as they bounced wildly up and down from the intense fucking she was getting.
He finally slowed down, driving his cock into her at a more measured pace, allowing her to catch her breath as Kimmy whispered in her ear, “Oh God, Mom, he’s fucking you so hard, huh?”
“Y-yes,” Shelly panted. “Please hold me,” she whispered back. “I think this is only a brief lull before–”
Shelly never had a chance to finish her thoughts as indeed it was only a brief respite as Timmy banged his full eight and half inches of pure hardness into her with such force causing her whole body to shake as another desperate wail escaped from her lips.
“Ohhh . . . God . . . Kimmy,” she whined just as her daughter wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight.
It was all a blur after this as Timmy continued to thump her hardness into her while Kimmy added fuel to the fire. “Go on Timmy, fuck Mommy harder . . . harder!!”
Timmy responded to his sister’s pleas by repeatedly banging his cock into her with a long, uninterrupted series of sledge hammer like blows. Finally, a quivering Shelly received a break when Timmy collapsed against his mom.
“I think he came inside of you, Mom,” Kimmy whispered in her ear.
“Oh Christ I would think so . . .” Shelly whispered as she turned to face her son . . . but he was gone.
“W-where did he go, Mom?” Kimmy whispered as the two of them crawled up onto her bed.
“I don’t know baby, but you need to hold me as I’m still quivering.”
They cuddled together under a single sheet with Kimmy nuzzling her face down against her mom’s chest as Shelly lovingly stroked her daughter’s hair.
After a quiet minute, Kimmy lifted her head up. “That was so wild huh, Mom.”
“Yeah, that . . . that was some ride.”
“Did he make you . . . you know . . . orgasm.”
“Well, I was getting close baby but not quite. I mean for me that was all for him and . . . well I guess I just was not in the right state of mind to come because I was focused on being there for him.”
Kimmy smiled at her mother before whispering, “Then let me finish what he started, Mommy . . . let your pretty daughter make her mommy come.”
Shelly smiled. “I think I would like that,” she whispered as she gently, pushed her daughter’s face down onto the pillowy softness of her breasts.
Letting out a soft sigh, Shelly was in heaven as her daughter tenderly sprayed an array of tender kisses all over her large boobs before attacking her distended nipples with a wicked tongue and within a short minute or two Shelly was already in need of more, thanks to her daughter’s soft attentions to her breasts.
“Let’s try something I have always wanted to honey . . .” Shelly whispered to her daughter, “That is if you are feeling adventurous and in a mood to show off some more.”
“I am feeling adventurous,” Kimmy said as she lifted her head up from her mom’s tits. “But who are we showing off for? Is Timmy back?”
Dropping her voice to a quiet whisper, Shelly said, “I can’t say for sure but my motherly intuition is telling me Timmy is watching us from the closet again . . . don’t look though.”
Kimmy raised up on her knees before smiling at her mother. “I think showing off for my little brother is the least I can do for him.”
“Well if we do this right,” Shelly said as she raised up to her knees also, “We both might be doing a bit more than showing off.”
“Do what right?”
“It’s called tribbing and all we have to . . .
Shelly quickly outlined the wonderful world of tribbing and after getting positioned in the middle of the bed, facing each otherthey both spread their legs before joining hands and slowly coming together.
No sooner had the girls began to grind against each other than the closet door quietly swung open.
Neither heard or saw him approach the bed maybe because both had their heads tilted back with their eyes shut and were moaning with increasingly loud passion as they delicately grinded their wet pussies together in a progressively erotic nature.
Shelly, her head had lolled back by the very edge of the bed, let out a small gasp as she felt a hand tangle itself in her long dark hair.
Her eyes fluttered open to find herself staring at her naked son; his massive cock jutted out from his body mere inches from her face.
Knowing what he wanted, Shelly took a deep breath before closing her eyes again and opening her mouth.
Kimmy looked up just in time to see the awesome sight of her mother slowly swallowing her little brother’s huge cock. The sight sent her spiraling deeper into their forbidden fantasy as she gripped her mom’s hands tighter while she gnashed her young cunt with even greater passion against her mom’s wet hole.
Shelly was equally lost in this wild new world of forbidden passion as she sucked on her son’s cock with fevered ardor while she mashed her wet sex against her daughter’s tight little cunt.
Like any good family, the three of them almost instantly feel into step with each other needs as the grinding and sucking feast continued unabated until Kimmy pulled back, wanting to focus all her efforts on making her mom come
“Let me concentrate on making you come while you make him come, Mom,” Kimmy said as she twisted around before snuggling her face down and in between her mom’s legs.
Kimmy never had actually performed oral sex on another woman, but had watched enough porn, she actually enjoyed girl on girl porn, where she had a pretty good idea of what to do.
Slowly, she flickered her tongue out, testing the waters so to speak, only to find her mom was already super wet down there from their little trib session.
Shelly reached down with one hand, tangling her fingers in Kimmy’s hair as she shoved the young girl’s face deeper between her legs.
Wanting to please her mother, Kimmy lashed her tongue out just as she brought her hand up, pushing one of her fingers up and into her mom’s pussy.
Shelly would have moaned from abject pleasure, but it was kind of hard to moan when one had a large, hard cock filling their mouth to the brim.
Already warmed up nicely from the events of the night, it didn’t take long for Shelly to tip over the edge, especially after Kimmy’s wicked tongue found her clit just as she began to furiously finger fuck her.
A powerful orgasm swept over her as she slumped down onto the bed, allowing her son’s hardness to slip out of her mouth. Suspecting he had been close to blowing his wad, Shelly quickly recovered.
“Here get on your knees honey, facing the other way as you need to finish your brother off.”
Both Kimmy and Timmy allowed their mom to maneuver them into place with Timmy snuggled up behind his sister as she perched on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
“Go easy on her as she has a tight little cunt, baby,” Shelly whispered to her son as he slowly pushed his eight inches up and inside of his sister.
Shelly moved around to the front of her daughter, cradling her head in her arms as Timmy slowly began to pump his hips forward.
“Oh God, Mommy that . . . that feels so good,” Kimmy panted as her brother cautiously pushed his hardness inside of her.
Gradually, he began to pick up the pace as Kimmy got used to his size while being encouraged by his mother. “That’s it honey, fuck her nice and slow . . . Hmm, a bit harder . . . yeah, that’s it.”
He slammed his cock into her three quick times, grunting loudly, making Kimmy’s entire body shake before slowing down.
Shelly bent over, bringing her mouth to her daughter’s, just as Timmy began to methodically pump his hips forward, forcing his hardness deep inside of his sister.
The two girls began to exchange a series of desperate, sloppy kisses before Timmy, watching them kiss was sending him into overdrive again, began to pummel his sister with renewed vigor.
Kimmy pulled her mouth away from her mother before letting out a loud impassioned moan.
“Oh God, Mommy . . . he is fucking me so good, huh?” Kimmy whined. Reaching down, Shelly began to fondle her daughter’s large, hanging breasts adding to her overall pleasure as Timmy lost control, and after three more hard hammer blows from his hard cock he came forcefully deep inside of his sister.
Actually, just like the perfect set of twins that they were, brother and sister came in near unison with Kimmy’s own orgasm washing over her– just as Timmy was spurting his load inside of her.
Not wanting him to escape this time, both Kimmy and Shelly reached out trying to grab Timmy, but it was like trying to capture a shadow as he quickly faded away.
Sighing, they contented themselves to snuggling together in Shelly’s bed while wondering if Timmy would be paying them a return visit. Shelly, the all-knowing mother bear to these two sex crazed cubs, was sure he would be “coming” back again and again for more.
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