Two Families

Men have sex with men in this story. Not your thing? Move on. Don’t read it and then whine in the comments.

“Mooooommmm, Jessie’s naked again.”

My eighteen-year-old daughter Molly complaining about her twin brother.

Jessie, being a teenager, likes to test the limits. Since he is smart enough to avoid drugs and booze, I’m amused. I also get a guilty pleasure that it irks his sister, reminding me of the famous quote from Hamlet, ‘The lady doth protest too much, me thinks.’

Molly is standing at the kitchen door in her usual uniform of Victoria’s panties and a tank top. The nipples of her handful breasts are like two bullets. It’s cute that she thinks I haven’t a clue. But it’s fun to play along. This sort of thing is very new to me.

“Was he in the hall?”

“Nooooo.”

“The bathroom with the door open?”

“Noooo. Mom that’s not the point…”

I interrupted. “It is the point, Molly. What happened?”

Molly shifted her weight to one foot, her ‘you’re trying my patience pose’. “I needed my phone charger.”

I waited. “Annnnnnndddd?”

A sigh of exasperation. “I went to his room, and he was walking around naked and all.”

“That was after you knocked and he said to enter, right?”

Now she was shifting foot-to-foot, fully caught.

“I was in a hurry. Ella was on the phone, and it was dying.”

I poured the batter for the cake into the pan. “So, just to make this clear, you didn’t knock, right?”

“You always take his side! It’s creepy and you need to tell him to stop.”

Me, in that calm voice that drives them both crazy. “That was a choice of his and he knows that he can be nude in his room. This is what, the third time you’ve complained?”

“mooooooommmmm, it’s creepy.”

Time for the kill shot.

“You know the rules. Your room is your realm and closed doors mean privacy. You should not go around telling people what your brother does behind closed doors. I certainly don’t tell anyone that you have a vibrator and masturbate at least twice a day.”

The child stopped breathing. Her whole body got red. Her eyes wide in terror. I was putting the cake in the oven. Her mouth opened and closed like a landed carp.

I turned to face my daughter. In the last year, she has matured, changed. The little girl is gone, and the young lady is blooming. She has curves now. A killer ass, if a mother is allowed to say, perfect perky breasts. Between her coltish legs, her panties hold back what appears to be untamed pubic hair. She’ll fix that, come summer. Now to talk her off the ledge.

“Molly, you’re eighteen, you’re not a child anymore. Mom knows all and says nothing. I’m sorry to shock you like that. Masturbation is very normal. I do it. Dad does it, Jessie does it a lot. It’s private, just like Jessie’s nudity.

Molly walked off, stunned by my observation. I enjoyed that more than I should have.

Jessie came in wearing just his white cotton briefs. The latent bulge and wet spot telling me that the morning masturbation was done. I insist he wear something; this was the best I could get. As he got out his cereal and milk it occurred to me that he has not complained about his sister barging into his room.

“Jessie, is your sister violating your privacy?”

Mouthful of cereal. “mffno, mom. I don’t care. I told you two that I would always be nude if you let me. Molly’s funny. She complains but keeps barging in.”

I wonder if his sister knows what she might catch him doing if she keeps this up. I smiled. Oh well.

So, real quick. Jim and I were track teammates in college. The twins run cross country. We’re all brown and brown. We girls aren’t real big on top and nobody shaves anything. There.

Jim came home from work. The kids were upstairs. His hands ran up my legs as we kissed in the kitchen. His fingers found my pussy.

“No panties?”

I stared into his eyes as two fingers slid inside me. “I want to be ready.”

His thumb pressed my clit. I came. He whispered. “Ready for what?”

I unbuckled his belt, opened his pants. No briefs. “To fuck my husband.”

Jim shoved my shorts down. “But the kids.”

I bent over the counter, felt his erection parting my vagina. “They have to learn sooner or later.”

Jim behind me, fucking me in our kitchen. Our kids upstairs. We could be caught. We don’t care. I love fucking this man and sooner or later we’re gonna explain to the kids how much we love fucking. My pussy is pressed into the cold granite corner as Jim’s cock hits my cervix. I feel my juice running down my legs. I cum again. The risk turns us on.

“Cumming Nikki. I’m fucking cumming.”

Jim rams in and holds. I feel his cock pulse, filling me. Oh, I love sex. We hear footsteps on the stairs. Jim ducks into the powder room. I’m pulling my shorts up as Molly walks in. She stops for a second, I see her eyes flick around. She knows. I blush.

“Mom, what’s for dinner?”

Flustered, our mixed cum trailing down my leg. A small puddle on the floor. So busted. “Burgers and salad.”

“I’ll tell Jessie.”

I open my mouth to protest, stop. No, let this play out on its own. That was our plan.

I wait for her to leave, follow her, peeking around corners. She throws open her brother’s door and freezes. I fight a laugh. Looks like she finally caught her brother masturbating. She stays in the hall, and I can see her hand move to her pussy, over her shorts. She rubs herself for a few seconds then bolts to her room. I take the few steps to his door, curious.

Jessie, in his gaming chair, naked, of course. He’s masturbating. I have never seen him hard. He’s almost as big as his father. He’s at an angle, focusing on the screen where two teen boys are having sex with an adult woman and each other. Jessie is in no hurry. I’m wet. My hand moves up the leg of my shorts into the mess Jim made of my pussy. I can’t believe how much watching my son masturbate is turning me on.

“This what you’ve been trying to do, sis? Catch me?”

My hand flies out of my shorts. Time to roll back into mom mode. As I step in. Jessie moans and a long arc of cum jets out of his cock, bathing his flat abdomen. He grunts, and two more follow.

I stand next to him. He’s still stroking.

“I thought we agreed to closed doors.”

The chair goes over backward. My cum-covered son with it. He’s blushing from head to toe. Now he looks up at me from the floor. I open my legs a bit. His eyes go wide. Now I know he can see right up the leg of my shorts and see my very wet, cum-dripping, excited pussy. I offer my hand, he stays on the floor, staring.

“Mom, mom, oh fuck. Mom, I didn’t know it was you. Molly opened my door. I didn’t mean to…you know. But she’s doin it all the time and I just figured she was…oh shit. Sorry mom.”

All while he was fumbling around and staring at his mother’s wet pussy, his young cock retaining its hardness. This made my pussy even wetter. But I must be the adult.

“Your sister wasn’t here, but that sounds like her. Well, she learned a valuable lesson, right?”

Jessie, unaware that his cock was hard again. “I guess, mom. You’re bein real cool.”

I reluctantly turned to leave. “We’re all adults in this house. You’ve done nothing wrong, baby. It’s natural.”

As I turn the corner to the hall. “And you have nothing to be ashamed of down there either.”

Me picturing my son’s face, smiling at what he must be thinking.

Our room, well, suite, is at the other end of the house. Jim is between my legs, licking my pussy. I’ve cum once already. He looks up.

“Molly say anything?”

I laugh, then moan as that strong tongue plows into my pussy. “No, but she’s an adult now and she had quite an afternoon between catching us and catching her brother stroking that lovely penis of his. That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Jim moves over me and slides into me. I moan as he answers. “More than I should say.”

“Me too.” I moan, and then orgasm again.

Lying next to each other, spent, we talk.

“This is a bit tougher than I imagined,” Jim says.

“I know. But we agreed. When they become adults, we just watch.”

“You got to watch our son masturbate.”

I reach over and toy with Jim’s very satisfied cock. “And cum. Big fat shots all over his teen body.”

Jim’s cock twitched. I stroke it as it grows.

“Bring back memories? You and George?”

“You and Jane.” He replies.

Jim pulls me and I roll over on top of him, sliding down.

My husband pinches my nipples. “Nikki, why is Jane licking your pussy?”

I love roleplay and revisiting the past. I feel my husband’s cock inside me, spreading me open. “Because she saw George sucking your cock.”

In the morning. I wake to Jim caressing my body. Nothing sexual. It’s nice.

“So, Jessie figured out why his sister kept barging in?”

I laugh. “He’s dying to be a nudist and was dense as to why his sister keeps walking in. Typical boy. But he obviously did figure it out.”

Jim pinched my nipple. “Now what?”

I got up. Jim and I had to get to work, and three more seconds of his touch and he was going to be late.

“We watch. Just like we agreed.”

It was Friday. Jim went to work early. After yesterday I didn’t bother with my usual loose sleep shorts, just a not quite long enough tee shirt of Jim’s. Jessie came down in his white cotton briefs. Now I know what lurks behind that white cotton wall and seeing that bulge made me wet. Our eyes met and I just smiled, letting my eyes move down to my son’s underpants. Jessie blushed as I stared at his penis, now a bit bigger. He blushed and quickly slipped onto a stool under the counter.

“Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?”

“Um, yeah, mom. You?”

“I had a very good time in bed last night.”

I put the bowl and the cereal down in front of him and bent over to get the milk. I heard him gasp as my tee shirt rose and gave him an unobstructed view of my furry wet pussy. Hey, the rules were just watching.

As I put the milk in front of him, I whispered. “Now we’re even. Our little secret.”

My son gave me a wide smile. “Gotcha.” Was all he said. Such a wise young man.

Molly arrived. The Victoria’s panties have now been replaced by a thong. The fabric band bisecting her firm round ass. I smiled and said nothing. She got a bowl and shared the milk and cereal. Her brother’s eyes never leaving her ass.