“Mom, your clothes are totally wet,” he said as his eyes scanned the T-shirt clinging to the contours of my drenched boobs.
He was right. My clothes were completely soaked. Holding my hands up, I asked him to take off my purple T-shirt as there was soap all over my hands. Leaning forward, he held its sides in his fingers and slowly lifted it up over my black bra and over my head. Then, getting up on my knees, I turned my back toward him and told him to unzip the skirt as it was drenched, too. Putting one hand on my wet ass, he began opening the zip and then slid it off my thighs and legs, leaving me in a black bra and matching panties.
Now half of my tits were completely exposed and the other half, including my pink nipples sticking out from under the soaked bra, was barely hiding. When I resumed washing his knees, I noticed him admiring the way my boobs were moving back and forth with every motion and how my bare thighs were rubbing against his naked thighs.
Instead of saying anything, I slid closer and, putting one arm on his shoulder, I began applying the shower gel on his back, which meant that my breasts were now not only pressed tightly against his arms and bare chest but were inches away from his mouth. He, on the other hand, put his hands on my hips and, bowing his head a little, enjoyed the view I was providing him of my tits and nipples by my bending and scrubbing. Sliding his hands, he placed them on my round ass and lightly cupped them as I washed off the gel from my hands and his body.
“Take off your underwear and dry yourself,” I said, getting out of the bathtub and handing him the towel.
Turning my back toward him, I wrapped a towel and was about to take off my black bra and panties, but just then, he came from behind and, putting his arms around me, hugged me tightly.
“Come on, get ready,” I told him without turning my head.
“What’s the hurry?” he replied, enveloping my big boobs and squeezing them.
“Daphne will see us,” I whispered, trying to wriggle out of his embrace.
“No, she won’t,” he said, sliding his other hand under the towel and lifting it up from behind.
As soon as he lifted the towel, I felt something against my thigh and, turning my head, saw him standing behind me completely naked and holding his erect cock in his hand.
“Are you crazy?” I blurted out.
“Why not?”
“She will hear us,” I again reminded him.
“Please, Mom.”
“OK, keep your voice down,” I pleaded, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock and giving it a good shake.
“Will you let me massage you again tonight?” Chris asked, putting both his hands on my bra and squeezing my breasts tightly.
“Yes, now please put this towel on,” I said giving him the towel that was wrapped around me.
Just then the cabin door creaked and I heard Daphne’s voice.
“Where are you, Mom?”
“In here, honey.”
“What are you doing?” she asked when she saw her brother standing there with a towel around his body and me in wet bra and panties.
“Was giving your brother a bath.”
“OK,” she replied as her brown eyes wandered over my naked cleavage, my visible pink nipples, and bare thighs.
“Both of you now get out as I’ve to take a shower,” I said, putting my hands behind my back to unbuckle the black bra.
I was washing my thighs when I heard Chris ask Daphne to get the hula hoop as he wanted to practice it. As soon as she was out of the door, he opened the curtain and came inside the makeshift bathroom.
“What are you doing here?” I asked when I saw him standing near me and watching the water splash against my fully exposed boobs.
Putting his finger on his lips, he sat down on the edge of the tub and began caressing my tits with his right hand.
“Get out,” I said loudly but, instead of listening to me, he brought his lips near my mouth and started kissing my red lips while his hand squeezed my breasts and nipples.
“Get out or I won’t let you message me,” I warned him pushing him away.
As expected, the threat did work. He got up and left me alone but not before running his hand over my bare thigh. But the impact of the warning didn’t last long. I was in the kitchen preparing lunch, Daphne was in the bathroom, when he came from behind and ran his hands over my round ass without any shame or hesitation. When I tried to push him away, he simply shoved his crotch into my skirt and, wrapping his arms around my stomach, began kissing the back of my neck and shoulders.
“Please don’t do it,” I said when I saw him moving his hands inside my top.
“Just once, Mom, please,” he pleaded, cupping my bra and tits.
Though I wanted him to stop, primarily because I didn’t want Daphne to catch us, his warm breath on my neck, his kisses on my shoulders, and his hands on my breasts were arousing each and every bit of me. Tilting my head a little, placed it on his shoulder and closed my eyes as his fingers felt the softness of my cleavage, the voluptuousness of my boobs, and my tight stomach, and then his hands enjoyed the feel of my round ass, and the toned thighs. I didn’t stop him even when he put his hands under my skirt and started rubbing his fingers on my panties, and not even when his fingers felt how wet his touch and kisses were making me.
At that moment, I would have allowed him to put his fingers inside the purple panties or maybe even his cock, which was enjoying my full-figured ass, but then felt him tighten his grip around my inner thighs as he gave a couple of quick shoves against my ass and slumped his face on my neck.
“Go, clean yourself up,” I said, turning around and putting my hands on his broad hips.
I was reading an old magazine in bed in the evening when Daphne lay down next to me and asked me why I never talked about her dad.
“Talking about him makes me sad, that’s all. He’s with God and He’s taking care of him. He would like us to be happy, not sad,” I said continuing the lie I had told both of them that their father had died in a car accident though the truth was that they were johns.
“Did you love him?”
“Of course, I loved him. He was a nice and handsome man. He was tall, had dark black hair, and was very strong. He loved you a lot.”
“Do you miss him?”
“Yes, every day.”
“Will you again start drinking?”
“No, honey, I won’t,” I replied, turning my body toward her and burying her face into my bosom.
Chris, who was sitting on the floor cutting his nails, jumped on the bed and sat down near my legs.
“What’s strip poker, Mom?” he asked, putting his elbow on my bare thighs.
“Why do you ask?” I said adjusting my skirt around my ass.
“Back in Grandpa’s house, you had once told us that you were out playing strip poker.”
When he said that it took me a minute to recall but then I remembered that four guys had paid me good money to play strip poker with them. The game wasn’t really exciting simply because all they wanted was to see me naked as soon as possible and, after stripping me down completely, they spread me on the table and all four took turns fucking me.
“It’s just a card game,” I said.
“But my friend told me that you’ve to take off your clothes.”
I wanted to tell another lie but couldn’t come up with a quick story, so I blurted out the truth.
“Yes, sometimes when you’re playing with friends.”
“So, did you?” Daphne asked, lifting her face from my boobs and looking at me.
“I was playing with friends and we were just having fun.”
“Everything?” Chris queried, placing his arm on my stomach.
“Yes. Now get up as I’ve work to do,” I said, removing his arm and trying to get up.
“Can we play?” Chris said, again placing his hand on my thighs.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Maybe later. Now let me get up.”
I was laying out the dinner, and Daphne was in the kitchen when Chris came and, kissing my cheeks, he squeezed my big breasts over the T-shirt.
“You like them, don’t you?” I asked, watching him cupping them with both his hands.
In answer, he squeezed them tightly and buried his face between them.
“Later,” I said, removing his hands from my tits and escaping to the kitchen.
I was lying in bed, with Daphne on one side and Chris on the other, at night when I felt a hand on my ass. Instead of reacting or moving, I just lay there and waited. Within seconds, I felt the hand slowly move from my broad hips to my round ass and down to my thighs. Then I felt it caressing my thighs and slipping inside my skirt and feeling the bottom curve of my ass. As the fingers neared my pussy, I lifted my legs a little bit and trapped the hand between my thighs. With the fingers caught between the legs, I turned my head around and enjoyed the expression of surprise I saw.
“You’re naughty,” I said, lifting my legs to free his hand and putting my arms around him in a tight embrace.
“Move the bed,” I whispered, getting up from the bed to separate it from the one Daphne was sleeping in.
Once the bed was separated, he came near me and, putting his lips on my bright red lips, began kissing me and caressing my back. Taking his hand, I placed it on my voluptuous boobs and lay back as he showered me with kisses everywhere, including my neck, shoulders, breasts, ass, and legs. With his lips and hands touching nearly each and every part of my full-figured body, I could feel a sensation rising between my legs and my red nipples becoming hard.
I raised myself on my elbows as he took off my T-shirt and then lifted my round ass to help him get rid of the skirt. With me now completely naked, he had an unhindered access to all my glories. Taking my erect nipples in his mouth, he ran his fingers over my thighs and slowly they found their way to my wet pussy and I tightened my pussy around his two fingers that were fucking his own mom’s pussy hard and fast. His lips and mouth were now busy sucking, biting, and kissing my big tits while his fingers were enjoying the wetness and tightness of my pussy, so, putting my hand inside his pajamas, I began playing with his erect cock and balls. I was so aroused by now that I started moaning softly and began rubbing my legs and wanted his cock inside me, but I was afraid of taking the final step and also of getting caught by Daphne.
Taking his fingers out of my pussy, he placed his hands on my raised knees and, spreading my legs apart, tried to bring his cock near my pussy, but I took it in my hand and guided it to my mouth whispering “Not now.”
Leave a Reply