Subject: My Mom Meets My Fiance (MF, FF, oral, incest)
Diary Date: March 3, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
If there is one thing I know my mom regrets in life, it's not having a son.
It�s not that she didn�t WANT one, she just couldn�t. It wasn't her fault. In
fact, in a way you could say it was MY fault as she was unable to bear children
after I came along. As such I knew she has been looking forward to the day I
got married so she could finally have a "son" of her own. Now that she's
divorced she doesn't even have to wait until after the wedding as we had always
discussed. Indeed, she was ready and anxious to check out Steve�s marital
�qualifications� the first chance she got!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 � A Mother�s Dreams
Chapter 2 � My Mom Meets Steve
Chapter 3 - Kristi and Me Together
Chapter 4 � The Morning After
Chapter 1 � A Mother�s Dreams
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As I mentioned in the summary, ever since I started dating and having sex my
mother has told me about her fantasies of having a son. Who could blame her? I
mean like her husband had a daughter to satisfy his needs so why shouldn�t a
mother have a son for hers? That�s not at all to say the only reason she wants
a son is for sex, no more than my dad only thinks of me that way. But when it
comes to her fantasies, this one near the top of the list.
Considering we are talking about MY husband, people might think I would have
some say in the matter. For me the question is not whether or not I would allow
my husband to have sex with my mother as that�s not my call to make. By virtue
of him being my husband he becomes a part of my family and as such he has the
right to have sex with anyone in my family that he wants, provided they agree of
course. It�s not like we are cavemen and the guys go around taking whatever
female they desire. My �permission�, as if it�s needed in the first place, will
be given when I say, �I do.� In the same way that Steve effectively agreed to MY
family relationships when he proposed to me. In a civilized society if both
parties are part of the same family and consent, then who has the right to tell
them they can�t have sex?
One question that lingers for me is would I really want to watch Steve fuck my
mom? It�s one thing knowing what is going on in the bedroom but quite another
to witness it. For that matter, would ANY girl want to see her husband fucking
her mother? Oh sure, every porn movie and erotic story would lead you to
believe that the new bride just can't wait for such a moment but since when do
these sources reflect reality about anything? These are the same scum that
would lead you to believe that every woman wants her face covered in cum, that
girls walk down the street ready to jump at the chance to have sex in a moving
van with strangers, or that ugly guys with video cameras can talk girls into
have unpaid sex under the guise of �auditioning�.
Yeah, right. Enough said.
If there�s one thing I�ve learned since being engaged is that it�s easy to THINK
about things and discuss them when you don�t have to actually DO them. Ever
since I started having sex my mother would tease me about how she hoped that I
would marry soon so she could have my guy for herself. It was all just talk.
My boyfriends were safe as my mom�s strict morals forbade her from committing
adultery so she couldn�t actually DO anything until I married someone. Growing
up I never gave any thought to my fiance as until we said our vows he would be
off-limits. The only reason this has become an issue now while I am engaged is
that my parents divorced a couple of years ago meaning now she can have sex with
anyone she wants without the limitations and restrictions of her marriage vows
getting in the way.
With my mom living way out in Oregon now, the distance factor also came into
play. She has rarely visited Pittsburgh since she walked out on my dad,
actually not having returned since the divorce was finalized. So far I�ve
visited her once so I was looking forward to her next visit. I�d thought she
would be home for last Christmas but with the weather and her work she wasn't
able to make it so now it was a couple months later before she could arrange
another time.
So back to the issue at hand... When I called my mom to tell her the good news
that her daughter was engaged, her first words were �Finally, what took him so
long?� Not long after that she asked when she would get to meet him to which I
replied that she needed to come back to Pittsburgh!
Actually my mom HAD met Steve, but it was twelve years ago back when I first
started dating. Steve was my �first� and my mom was the first person I gave the
news to after giving him my virginity. It is sort of ironic that he was also the
first boy she would kid me about marrying so she could share him with me.
Granted, it was 100% joking as my mother would have never had sex with a boy
his age, even if he WAS sixteen (which seemed SO old to me at the time), but
it�s funny how these sort of things work out in life. Now I WAS marrying him
and I WAS prepared to share him with her. Who would have ever predicted it?
When my mom called me to tell me she was finally going to make the trip I was
thrilled. My mother has always best my best friend, the person I could always
confide anything and never have to worry about her judging me. It wasn�t until
she hinted that she was looking forward to seeing �all� of Steve that I realized
that this was not something I had really discussed with Steve yet. Ooops.
Oh to be sure Steve knew all about me and my dad - I made sure of that before he
even proposed. And yes, he was already enjoying being with my Aunt Linda and
cousin Kristi. I had mentioned this to my mom and when she heard that he
actually preferred my aunt over her daughter, I sensed a bit of tension even
over the long-distance connection. I could have kicked myself for running my
mouth as I knew that my mom and her sister weren�t exactly on the best of terms.
My mom still blamed her sister for being a large reason for the divorce. It had
nothing to do with my dad having sex with her - they�d been doing that since
high school, grade school for Linda. What made my mom mad was her supporting my
dad�s addiction to pedophilia - a long story for another time. It certainly
didn�t smooth things over when she moved in with my dad, especially considering
some of the kinky scenes they started getting involved with.
So anyway, in all the talk about the women in my family, we had somehow avoided
my mother. Perhaps avoided is the wrong word - make that we simply didn�t think
about her in that way. That was most likely due to her being so far away. Heck,
Steve hadn�t even seen her since her returned to Pittsburgh. Another factor may
have been Steve�s mother. While Steve had fooled around with his mother once
back when we were dating and she watched us having sex, since then there was
nothing between like that. Oh sure they were close and enjoyed kissing and
groping but it was always over their clothes. On reflection, maybe the fact
that he never considered sex with his own mother that he avoided thinking about
sex with his soon-to-be mother-in-law.
I knew I had to deal with this before my mom arrived, and the sooner the better.
The where and how was easy to decide. If there�s one thing I�ve learned over
the years, if you want to get a man to talk and agree to anything, ask him
during sex, especially right after he cums. It�s like all his hormones are
raging and any inhibitions are flushed away along with his sperm. It almost
always worked with my dad and I found that Steve was just as easy.
So the next time we were having sex, I waited until Steve had cum in me and
while I was still on top of him I lifted myself up and looked him in the eyes,
or at least as best I could with his being half-shut after his orgasm.
�My mom�s going to be here next week,� I said off-handedly.
�That�s nice,� he sighed. I had to wonder if he�d even heard what I said!
�She wants you to fuck her.�
Now THAT opened his eyes. Well, at least he was listening which was better than
many times after he�d just cum as hard as he had. Men! How many times have I
laid in the bed while they go to sleep and masturbate myself because I�m still
ready to keep going while they pass out?
�Your mother wants me to have sex with her?� he said in a hoarse voice.
�Well duh,� I teased him, wiggling my bare butt on his crotch trying to revive
his cock while it was still in me. �Doesn�t every mother want to have sex with
their future son-in-law?�
Steve just laughed at that but I liked it as it made him jump a bit in bed,
pushing his dick into me again. To my delight he was hardening up again. Was
it my pussy around his dick or the thought of my mother�s pussy around it that
was arousing him?
�C�mon... you got to admit Kelly, not many do.�
�Well... don�t you think your mom would like to have sex with me?� I teased him.
Steve�s eyes rolled up in his head and then he shook it. �First, my mother is
NOT a lesbian and second, she would never have sex with you.�
Now what was he so certain about that? Anyway, I pretended to pout, sitting up
more straight which had the added benefit of driving his now stiffened dick even
deeper inside of me. I leaned back over and kissed him, feeling his tongue
exploring my lips and mouth. We separated with our faces barely inches apart, my
hair hanging over us like a tent.
�Seriously now Kelly, does your mother REALLY want to have sex with me?�
�Well, you fuck her sister don�t you?�
Steve laughed again and again his dick jumped in me at the thought of my aunt.
�Don�t tell me she�s jealous,� Steve sighed.
It was getting harder and harder to maintain a conversation. I mean that
literally as well as figuratively as his erection was filling my wet pussy once
again. Mmmmmmm, I wanted him to fuck me again... and again. God I love him!
Quickly I told him how she had teased me about him back when we first dated and
then assured him that it was OK with me. I was starting to bounce on his dick a
little, unable to fully contain myself any longer.
�Can I tell you a secret?� he whispered conspiratorially. I nodded and he
continued, �I always wanted to fuck your mother back then... she was HOT!�
With that we both laughed and the conversation ended as Steve pulled me into him
and then rolled over so he was on top, keeping his dick in me along the way. For
the next fifteen minutes or so, there was no further conversations about my
mother!
After he had cum in me again, this time he DID pass out, or at least he fell
asleep awfully quick. We could have gone for a third time and it would have
been just fine with me but he�d been working a lot of hours so I knew I�d have
to wait a while before he was ready to go again. I laid next to him, feeling
his warm body against mine as I slowly rubbed myself, his sperm oozing out of me
and lubricating my clit as I played with myself.
At least it seemed that Steve didn�t have any issues with me asking to have sex
with my mother. Not that I ever had much doubt in the first place of course.
Now the ball was back in my court in terms of how to get it done. The key
question that dominated my thoughts was would I want to watch?
When I first told Steve that my dad fucked me, he naturally thought I was
pulling the biggest practical joke ever on him. It wasn't until he watched from
the closet as my dad fucked me in the cabin that he couldn't dispute the facts
any further. After that he made it clear that while I was free to keep my
obligations concerning my dad, he preferred NOT to be involved in any way. It
seemed a little funny at first considering this is the same guy who loves to
watch other men fuck me - at least all other men but one. He insisted it wasn't
because he didn�t like my dad doing me or that it bothered him, but that it was
just something he wasn't turned on by.
Actually it was probably best that he didn't want to join in. My dad may be a
huge pedophile but he is NOT a homosexual in any sense of the word. While he
has fucked me with his brother, that was with his brother, not just some other
guy. Steve may be his daughter�s fiance but he was not my dad�s brother.
So now the shoe was back on the other foot. Certainly I didn't need to watch
for confirmation. I had no doubt they would do it. The question was did I want
to see it for myself? OK, so maybe I would the first time just because I�d be
curious to see her reaction to Steve. It�s not like Steve has an eight inch
dick or anything but he is pretty good in bed from a technique standpoint. He
also licks pussy better than most guys as well - but I may be biased!
Remember, I haven�t hardly seen my mom fuck anyone else besides my dad all my
life. When I last visited her we went out and fucked a few guys but they were
just strangers we picked up for sex, nobody that meant anything. The guy who
I�ve seen fuck her more than anyone besides my dad is my cousin Rick and he was
Always just a �boy toy� for her. She seemed to enjoy the way he drooled over
her and begged her to let him fuck her as much as the sex. So when it comes to
Steve, I sort of look forward to see how she reacts to him and how she
approaches him - as a MILF, a slut, a mom, a mother-in-law, or what. Well,
hopefully I�d had my answer soon.
Chapter 2 � My Mom Meets Steve
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One of the reasons my mom chose this week to take off and visit was to be here
for my birthday - March 1st. Damn, I couldn�t believe I was going to be 26!
Like, that meant in four years I would be 30 and that just sounds WAY to old.
So anyway, she arrived Monday night, my last day as a 25 year-old. Steve and I
picked her up at the airport and so she got to see Steve right away. She
marveled at how he had grown up which only made sense since he was 28 now and
the last time she�d seen him he was sixteen! He immediately got on her good side
by saying she hadn�t changed a bit. She was 44 now with her 45th birthday
coming in early June so it wasn't like she was the 32 year-old mom he�d known
when he was dating me. Still, I have to say I think my mom has done a great job
in keeping her figure and she�s always been a sharp dresser. Just ask my poor
dad who has to pay the credit card bills!
Steve drove on the way home and my mom sat in the front seat with me in the
back. He�d borrowed his mother�s car so we wouldn�t have to put her luggage in
the back of his pickup truck. At first mom thought it was HIS car and she
commented on how nice it was that he could afford a Lexus but Steve quickly
reset her expectations when he corrected her and said he�d drove a ten year-old
truck. Although he kept it in good condition it definitely was not an almost-
new Lexus. Oh well, it as paid for so that was something. I guess we could
have brought my car which was actually my mom�s old car. Still, the Lexus was
newer and nicer than my older Avalon.
My mom had originally made reservations at a downtown hotel. She obviously
didn't want to spend the week with my dad and aunt and there wasn't a lot of
extra room at our house. Still, once I heard she was going to have to pay a
hotel to come to visit I insisted she stay in my bedroom. Unfortunately I only
had a twin bed so that meant I would either sleep on the couch in the living
room or share Kristi�s queen bed.
Well the answer was obvious and if anything, Kristi teased me earlier in the
week that she might be bringing home someone to share it with us. That was just
an all-around bad idea. Knowing how my mom felt about my dad dabbling in
underage sex now with her sister, the LAST thing I need was for my cousin to
bring home some boy toy to play with while my mom was staying with us! She
claimed to be just teasing me but I�d learned a long time ago that when it came
to Kristi, nothing is beyond belief.
Steve helped carry my mom�s luggage up to my room like a gentleman. I was so
proud of him! Kristi was home and she greeted her aunt with a hug and a kiss.
She mentioned something about my dad and her mom coming over tomorrow before my
birthday and I had to admit I was a little relieved that they had decided to
wait a day for my mom to settle in. Over the past year my mom and dad had
reconciled a lot of their differences. I don�t mean they would ever get back
together again but just that they came to some understandings.
My mom asked for a few moments to freshen up after the long flight so the rest
of us went back down to the kitchen for some snacks. My mom joined us soon and
we spent the next hour or so catching up on most everything, especially the
upcoming wedding. It was starting to get late and I mentioned to my mom that
Steve would have to leave in a while to get to work. I hated his schedule but
as the junior paramedic he was stuck with the midnight shift until he got more
seniority.
�Oh, then I guess we had better get going then?� she said with a sly grin as she
looked over at Steve. I wasn�t quite sure where she was going with this so I
asked her what she meant.
�Well let me see if I have this right... Steve here has been fucking my daughter
since she was what, fourteen? Now he�s doing my favorite niece as well. On top
of everything, he�s also having sex with my sister. Have I got this right so
far?�
Steve seemed a little surprised by my mom�s straightforward approach but then
that was my mom. She never has been one to mince words. Still, I saw his
cheeks redden a little bit. It was funny as I imagined in his mind she was still
my mother just the same as she was back when he was dating me. Back then he was
more than welcome to come over to our house to fuck me and while he knew my
parents were well aware of what we did in my room, it wasn't like she talked
about it so frankly with him.
�Well technically mom, there was like a twelve year gap for me,� I corrected
her.
She just flipped her hand at me, dismissing my point as being irrelevant.
�My point being, who is the only female at the table right now that he has NOT
been fucking lately?�
Kristi was obviously quite amused at Steve�s reactions to the new direction our
conversation was taken, She sat back and folded her arms, making it clear that
she was NOT the one.
My mom looked at me and then at Kristi, finally turning her attention back to
Steve. �Well young man, looks like that leaves me, doesn�t it?� she said in
almost a parental tone. Steve shifted in his seat, obviously a little uncertain
with where this was going.
�So what are you going to do to correct this problem?� my mom asked Steve,
smiling at him naughtily.
Steve looked over at me. Yeah, like I was going to help him out of this
situation. Poor guy, but I just sat back and waited for him to respond. I only
wished I had this on video as the expression on his face was priceless. Finally
Kristi couldn't contain herself anymore.
�Oh for Christ sake Steve, are you gonna fuck her or not?� she blurted out,
�Crap, do you need a written invitation?�
Steve looked at me as if he didn't know whether to crap or go blind. Well, I
couldn't let the poor guy dangle like this any longer so I stood up and motioned
to them to get up as well.
�Steve. I�ve been listening to my mom complain to me for years that I need to
get married so she could have my husband. I think we�re close enough to that so
just do me a favor and do her, for me.�
My mom smiled at me and then turned her attention back to Steve.
�I don�t bite... at least not hard,� she teased as she took his hand and led him
up the stairs. About halfway up she turned back to me and asked, �Wanna join us
girls?�
Kristi started to speak up and I knew she was going to jump at the chance but I
elbowed her hard in the side to shut up. She whined at me but at least she
didn't say anything.
�You guys just go have fun, OK,� I replied for the two of us. Still Kristi
wasn�t about to be turned away that easily.
�Yeah... you two use Kelly�s bed. Kelly and I will be in mine if you need us...
right Kelly?�
Why was I surprised? This was my ex-whore Kristi next to me, the only girl in
school who ever out-slutted me, the only girl I knew who had fucked more guys
and done nasty things I would never even dream of in bed - and out. For her to
just stay downstairs and watch TV while her aunt and future cousin-in-law had
sex just wasn't in her DNA. Besides, I can't say the idea didn't appeal to me.
Kristi made a ton of money as a prostitute because she looks incredible and she
knows how to use her body.
With that my mom and Steve disappeared into my bedroom although they left the
door open. I really wasn�t sure if my mom was serious about us joining or if
she was just teasing us a little. In any case, I was pleased it was working out
this way. We all would be getting what we wanted and I wouldn�t have to worry
about how I would react seeing my fiance screwing my mown mother.
Chapter 3 - Kristi and Me Together
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As I undressed in Kristi�s room, I watched her strip down and once again
marveled at her delicious body. God, now wonder guys would do almost anything
to have sex with her. All her life, at least since she entered puberty, she had
made the best of her God-given assets. For someone who never studied or cracked
open a textbook unless absolutely necessary, she somehow managed to graduate
from high school and I don�t think it was any secret amongst the faculty as to
how she did it. In college she couldn't fuck her way through classes as easily
and left after just a year for a �career� more suited to her.
With us both naked, we pulled back the covers and climbed in bed. As I reached
for her I realized how long it had been since we had done anything like this.
You might be surprised at how little Kristi and I do much together since I moved
in. It's not like we ever did all that much to start with but we did a lot more
before I moved in with her than after. Maybe we are just together too much that
spending a night together too is not something we feel that we need. Now when
we get together it's more like we're comfortable with each other like wearing a
favorite outfit.
We laid on our sides, facing each other and she pressed her warm smooth body
against mine, pushing her leg in between mine and pressing her thigh into my
crotch while she pushed her own into my leg. I could feel the warmth of her
pussy against me and I knew she was horny as hell - which describes her
condition 90% of the time but this was still special.
Not a word was spoken as we kissed, our hands reaching over to the other,
running up and down our nude forms. I reached for one of her perky breasts and
put my palm over it, letting her nipple poke out between my fingers. I gasped
as she reached down between us, running her hand between my legs and cupping my
shaved pussy in her hand.
�Mmmmmmm, been a while cuz,� she whispered as she started to rub me.
As I fondled her breast and she rubbed my crotch I laid there thinking about our
relationship. God this felt so good to do with her! Although at times it's like
Kristi is more my sister than my cousin, I wondered what it might have been
growing up with her as my actual sister. Would we have shared a room - or even
a bed? Kristi grew up sleeping with her mother and indeed, until her mom moved
in with my dad they spent every night together. In contrast, when I was growing
up I rarely spent the night in bed with my parents and almost never with just my
mom. Would it have made either of us any different had we shared a bed instead?
Kristi slipped her finger into my moist pussy pushing it while using the palm of
her hand to stimulate my clit. I sighed softly as I squeezed her breast in
response and lowered my head to suck on her nipple.
How many times had we been like this over the years? Not anything overtly
sexual, just laying next to each other and gently touching and kissing? Usually
it was like this - with her hand between my legs and mine on her breasts. Many
people when they see us together and remark at how similar we are which I find
almost silly. Anyone who REALLY knows us knows that we are actually total
opposites in many ways.
Take us at this very moment. When it came to sex with girls, if I was a guy
people would call me a boob guy. I appreciate the curve of a woman�s legs, the
eroticism of a cute pussy, but what draws my attention is her breasts. Maybe it
goes back to when I was just a teen struggling to del with my own late-bloomers
but I can tell you that the first thing I see on a girl is her boobs... and
Kristi�s are perfect. I could touch them and lick them all day - and often have
just about done that.
Kristi, on the other hand, goes straight for the crotch. It�s like when I am
next to her she can't keep her hand out from between my legs. She knows I
appreciate my boobs to be touched and kissed and she does pay attention to them
but I think if she had her choice she would camp out between my legs. The ironic
thing about all that is, or perhaps it�s a result of, is that running around I
tend to hide my boobs and expose my bottom while Kristi, if she wears anything,
wear panties and nothing on top.
We were also different in many other ways. I was near the top of my class in
high school and college whereas Kristi fucked her way through school. In fact,
I never once had sex with a teacher while Kristi claimed to have done a number
of them. Personally I think she is exaggerating a little but then I saw her
graduate which told me some of it had to be true! I hate anal sex whereas
Kristi loves it. Given that both of our mothers are also into anal, I�m not
sure where my feelings evolved but that�s the way I am. Kristi is a whore,
willing to do just about anything if you pay her enough. By comparison, I am a
slut which means I may not charge money for sex but I am not afraid to use sex
to get what I want. Also, I only have sex with people that I want to have sex
with, not because they have a fat wallet. Kristi is much more outgoing and less
inhibited than I am. I prefer more the subtle approach, teasing ands flirting
to attract attention and drawing the man to me. If Kristi wants a guys she has
no problem just walking up to him and asking for it!
Kristi also is much more into girls than me. I mean, I enjoy sex with a girl
As much as anyone but it needs to be someone I have a relationship with.
Perhaps that�s because for me sex with another girl is much more intimate and
personal than with just another guy. I�ve been laid by literally hundreds of
men over the year (if you count party gangbangs) whereas I can still count the
number of girls I�ve been with on my fingers - and a few toes.
Perhaps our differences are what keep us close in that we really don�t compete
with other but rather compliment one another. For example, when we�re with a
guy together I LOVE to suck dick while Kristi can�t wait to jump on board. Of
course I love to be fucked but I am just referring to how quickly we get there!
Kristi put a second finger inside of me and my thoughts immediately came back to
the business at hand. She pulled them out of me and put them in her mouth,
sucking on each finger and running her tongue around them like she was cleaning
off a beater after making a cake.
�Mmmmmmm, you taste so good tonight,� she whispered wickedly, putting her hand
back down between my legs once more.
Then I felt her shift and move her leg, then bringing her hand back up and
rubbing the wetness she had gathered from her own pussy on her boob and nipple.
I reached out with my tongue and licked it off, the strong scent of her pussy
filling my nose as I ribbed it against her wet breast.
�Not so bad yourself girl,� I responded back and then stiffened involuntarily as
she thrust her fingers back into me once again.
Kristi pushed herself up on her elbow and then pushed on my upper shoulder,
signaling me to get on my back. She reached up and grabbed a pillow, pushing it
under my butt. Working her way around to between my legs, she reached out and
ran each hand up the inside of my thighs, meeting together in the center and
then lowering herself down to start licking me in earnest. Damn she was good!
�Oh God Kristi.... that feels so good,� I whimpered as I lifted my hips up to
meet her talented tongue. She didn't say a word but just looked up at me to
meet my eyes with her, the edges of her mouth curling up a she tried to smile
while she had her face planted on my pussy.
As horny as I was, not to mention the incredible job my cousin was doing, it
didn�t take long and soon I was having my first orgasm. First in that if I knew
Kristi it wouldn�t be the last! I could feel myself cumming on her face, almost
like I was peeing as she licked and ate my cum. I just closed my eyes and
lifted my head back, arching my back to just let the wonderful sensations pour
through my body.
As it dwindled down, Kristi licked up the length of my pussy kips and then
slowly up to my belly, past my bellybuttons and then to my boobs. She kissed
each one in turn, then tugged playfully on my nipples with her teeth before
moving up to kiss my neck and then my lips. I loved the taste and odor of my
pussy on her mouth as we kissed long and slow, her laying on me know with her
boobs pressing against mine.
I figured it was my turn to repay the favor but to my surprise she jumped off of
me and reached over to the nightstand drawer, pulling it out and rummaging
through it. She giggled as she grabbed something and then twisted back around
to show me a massive double dildo. It was jet black and somewhere between one
and two inches thick, flexible but solid. The ends were molded like a cock
head. Damn, it looked really hot!
�Been a while,� she giggled as she sat down opposite me and then scooted up with
our legs intertwined. I sat up and watched as she licked on end ands then
reached down to push it up inside of her. Her eyes sparkled as she worked it
in, twisting it and moving it back and forth until almost half of it was in her.
�Your turn,� she invited me, holding it still inside of her by the base just
where it entered her pussy.
I grinned and spit on my hand, then wetting the end just enough. I wouldn�t
need much help as wet as I was after that orgasm! The I took it from her hand
and pushed myself in close to her until the head of the dildo was at the
entrance to my pussy, then pushed it in a I worked myself close to her so as to
keep as much in her as possible. It felt a little cold at first but that
sensation quickly faded away as my pussy warmed it up.
Looking down, it was a sight to behold as our pussies were now only a couple of
inches apart, linked by a black shaft between us, the ends of which were each
buried at least five or six inches in us both. Normally I am not a dildo girl
(another difference between me and my kin), preferring my fingers over an
artificial dick. This was different though. Every time Kristi moved the least
little bit I could feel it inside of me. It was almost like she was fucking me!
I guess you could say it was like a strap-on (another thing I don�t like - if
I�m with a girl I want to be with a girl) but it was different in that we were
both doing the other at the same time.
With us joined, we started to rock slowly forward and then back on our hands,
letting the dildo slide between us, in her while out of me and then reversed.
For a moment I wondered if my mother was feeling Steve�s dick in her like this
at this very moment. I�d been so absorbed in Kristi that I hadn�t really thought
about my mom and Steve!
Kristi had one hand on her boob while she supported herself with the other. I
was working with the dildo, shoving it back and forth between us to enhance the
movement of our rocking. Then she dropped her hand to her clit and started
rubbing it furiously, sighing and moaning as her hips began to thrust harder and
harder against the artificial dick inside of her. Her orgasm caused her to cry
out but then she�s never been one to keep quiet when she cums. Seeing her
getting off was enough for me as number two took my breath away. I started
rubbing myself as well, driving me deeper and deeper into the pleasure zone my
orgasm was creating for me. Finally we both collapsed forward together, hugging
one another, still joined together by that wonderful dick - even it was just
latex.
I moved back, leaving the dildo in her as she twisted around and laid next to me
again, only this time she was on her back. The dildo was still lodged in her
pussy so I reached down to start moving it again for her. Her eyes grew wide as
she realized what I was doing and then she just groaned a another orgasm hit. I
put my leg over hers, pushing my soaked pussy against her hip bone and rubbing
myself against it like a dog in heat. Finally Kristi put her hand on mine,
holding the dildo still in her as she gasped for breath.
�Fuck Kelly... that was fucking good,� she said in a voice made husky with her
lust. Then she turned her head to me and got this naughty smile on her face.
�Do you think Steve can fuck me too... God I need it so bad right now?�
Typical Kristi, always wanting more, always wanting it to be all about her. This
was one time I had to tell her no as Steve couldn�t stay all night and this was
suppose to be about him and my mom. In fact, looking at the clock I wondered if
Steve had left for work. Well, if he hadn�t then he was going to be late! Then
again, maybe he had called in sick. Now if THAT was the case then maybe Kristi
might have an idea - only I would want some of that delicious dick for myself.
I told Kristi to hang on while I went and checked. My mom was laying on the bed
all alone on her stomach with her legs spread out. She was still naked without
even any covers over but then she had slept in the nude as long as I could
remember so that wasn't any surprise. I pulled the covers over her and she
didn�t even stir. Between the long flight and then being with Steve, I couldn't
blame her. I suppose the jet lag didn't help either.
Walking back out of the bedroom, I was a little disappointed knowing that Steve
must have left sometime while I was with Kristi. In a way I felt a little
embarrassed that we had gotten so into each other that I didn't even notice when
he�d gone. I wondered if he tried to say goodbye to if he just looked in and
decided to leave us alone. I learned later the next day that the latter was the
case, but it still made me feel like I had put my own needs ahead of him.
When I returned I gave the bad news to Kristi but she didn't seem overly
disappointed. In fact, she just reached out and whispered in my ear, �So where
were we?�
It turned out that we didn�t get a lot of sleep that night. The last thing I
remember was laying with my arms around my cousin, her hair in my face as I
snuggled up against her warm bar body, asking myself why the hell we didn't do
this more often!
Chapter 4 � The Morning After
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The next morning I checked in on my mom after I finally got up and found her
Now laying on her back after apparently kicking the sheets off during the night.
I pulled the covers back over her again and though she stirred just a little she
didn't wake so I left the room quietly.
�Guess your mom�s pretty tired,� Kristi observed as we sat down for some cereal.
I reminded her about the flight and the time zone changes but Kristi just
giggled. Well, at least my mom had gotten some sleep last night!
�I think it had more to do with that stud in her room last night,� she teased
me, �I know I get pretty worn out by the time he�s through with me.�
She was taunting me more than anything, like she was daring me to react. Truth
be told, I didn't need to say anything. Kristi was just putting on a show to
cover up her chagrin at Steve only having fucked her a couple of items whereas
he�d done her mom a LOT in the past few months. If there was one thing Kristi
was NOT accustomed to it was playing second fiddle when it came to sex. For me
it was just poetic justice. How many times over the years had she stolen a guy
from me or been the one to get the most attention when we were out? I hate to
say it but I felt a little pleased to see her having to deal with those feelings
herself for once.
Actually it was only a little while later before my mom trudged down the stairs
to join us. She had on a long robe and house shoes and sat down at the table
with us. She looked us over with still sleepy eyes and shook her head.
�I guess some things never change,� she said with a rather amused expression as
she checked us out, �My goodness Kristi, aren�t you freezing like that?�
Her comments were obviously directed out our dress - or lack of it, especially
in Kristi�s case. While I had on a long sleeved shirt I�d �borrowed� from
Steve�s closet, Kristi was sitting there naked without even anything on her
feet. Not that there was anything unusual about that. As I mentioned earlier,
what WOULD have made the headlines would have been if she WAS wearing anything.
Both she and her mom rarely wore anything around the house. I wouldn�t say they
were nudists, just that neither of them liked to get dressed at home. A pair of
panties would have been considered �covering� themselves.
To be fair Kristi just took after her mom, so I did when it came to mine. While
I couldn't see under the heavy robe, I would have bet my next paycheck (not that
it was that much) that underneath were panties and either a t-shirt or a bra, or
all even three. Exempting those times when she was heading for the hot tub or
running between the bathroom and the bedroom, I could probably count on one hand
the number of times I�d seen my mother run around the house nude. Why she and
her sister were so different in that aspect I had no idea but they had both been
that way as long as I could remember.
I guess you could say I was like my mom but a little less conservative. I an
certainly not a nudist but at the same time for me it�s not so much in covering
myself as simply wearing something. Even a short t-shirt is better than
nothing. It doesn�t matter if my bare ass is showing so long as I have
something on up top, even if it�s just a bra although THAT would be pretty rare.
�Well?� Kristi finally had to ask. My mom just looked at her like she had no
idea what she was talking about but I knew better than that.
�So are you going to tell us how it was with Steve or not?� Kristi bubbled over.
�Ohhhhh, you mean THAT!� my mom said, still pretending as if nothing of
importance had happened last night. I just sat there and listened intently. To
be honest, I was just as anxious as Kristi was to hear all about it but why not
let her do the work?
�Well, if you both insist,� she sighed, as if it was such a laborious chore to
tell us. Still, I knew she had to be bursting herself to spill the beans.
It felt a little weird at first listening to my own mother describe how my
fiance had fucked her last night. Of all the boyfriends I�ve brought home, many
of who she secretly watched as they fucked me or I just blew them, she had never
had sex with any of them. I�d seen her with my Uncle Jim and his son but that
was family. The guys we did together during my last visit to Oregon didn't
really count as they were total strangers. No, this was my Steve she was
talking about, the man I would soon be marrying!
I wondered if perhaps this was how she felt when she saw me fucking my dad? My
mother had never once mentioned anything about not liking to watch us. Indeed,
if anything she seemed to enjoy it. Unlike Steve�s mother who just sat there
like a stone a she watched her son fuck me, my mother would masturbate when she
watched my dad doing me.
Kristi seemed totally enthralled by my mother�s description of the previous
night and I have to say, she didn�t spare any details. If anything, it as like
she went out of her way to describe every thrust of his dick and where every
drop of cum came to rest. Again, I felt almost like it was a role reversal a
this must have been how she felt when I would come home from dates and tell her
all about what happened. It was just that I had never heard my own mother
telling such tales!
In the end there was no doubt that she approved of my choice for a husband and
that she had every intention of taking advantage of him whenever she could. I
hate to say it but for a brief moment I was almost happy that she was living so
far away as I might never have him all to myself again otherwise. Those selfish
thoughts were quickly brushed aside but still, I�d never seen or heard her so
enthusiastic about sex with anyone - not even my cousin Rick who she had always
seemed to enjoy so much.
The rest of her trip wasn't all about sex by any means. In fact, most of the
time my mom was here we spent going over the wedding. We looked at dozens of
dresses and went through lots of magazines and such. It was fun to finally be
able to do all this with my mom. For most of my life I've dreamed about my
wedding and a lot of it had to do with my mom being involved.
One thing that was NOT discussed while she was visiting - my dad. It wasn't
like anything bad was said but more like just nothing was talked about. I think
we've gotten past the point where any more needs to be discussed so perhaps this
is a good sign for moving forward.
My dad came over for my birthday but he only stayed long enough to be polite and
then left without saying anything to my mom. I DID go over to see him the day
after and that's when he gave me my birthday present - a sexy white nightie with
sheer matching panties. It was the first time he'd ever given me anything pure
white - read into that what you want, LOL. Of course I modeled it for him and
it didn't stay on for very long but then it's not suppose to, right?
One thing that was a little surreal was having my mom and Steve's mom meet. They
weren�t total strangers but then they weren�t ever exactly friends either. I had
told my mom about how Steve's mom liked to watch me being fucked by him - which
she thinks is a little weird by the way. I don't know if it's because of what I
told her about Steve's mom or what, but she seemed to make it a point NOT to
watch me and Steve have sex during her visit - not even a BJ.
So anyway, our moms got along OK but there was a sense of aloofness on both of
their parts. Maybe it was my imagination but something was missing between them.
They never got together by themselves, only with Steve and me being there with
them. Any thoughts that Steve's mom might open up to my mom were quickly
dashed.
Steve made a point to spend as much time as possible with us during the week. I
don�t know how he managed at work missing so much sleep and it couldn't have
helped that he spent most of the time fucking one or the other of us. I found
it interesting that while he had no interest in a threesome with me and my dad,
he couldn't wait to do me and my mom together. Once we even let poor Kristi
join in and I think Steve thought he had gone to heaven and died!
So all in all I had a great visit with my mom. We didn't go out and do anything
crazy like when I visited her out west - no picking up guys or pretending to be
sisters and that sort of thing. We DID eat out every meal and shared a lot of
wine and cheese. It was just a pleasant week with the woman I love more than
anyone else in the world - well maybe except for Steve but you know what I mean.
THE END