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BetweenHerLegs says --

This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal, immoral, or ill-advised.

Otherwise... enjoy!

Love and kisses,

Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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"The Wrong Third 3"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

Kelly shut the door to the bathroom and turned to face her nearly naked mother.  Her heart was thumping so that she could hear it resounding in her skull.  When her aunt Kim had called and invited her to take part in this crazy ruse, she had never for a moment thought it would work, but had been willing to take the plunge and try.  The scheme was like a convoluted 1940's screwball comedy: Kelly's dad, Doug, had talked her mom, Cindy, into sharing a hooker in their hotel room.  The hooker Doug was pleading for was one that would look just like Kelly.  It was Kelly's job to come and play the role of that hooker with her mother while Aunt Kim put on a blonde wig and acted it out with Doug.  Kelly's dad was aware of part of the plan, because it had originally been his idea to smuggle Kim into his hotel room while Cindy was distracted somehow.  His sister Kim had arranged the rest.

It had been a couple of years since Kelly had seen her parents.  She had always been proud of her body, and had strived all her life for a Samantha Fox sort of look.  In truth, her waist was narrower, her hair a lighter shade of blonde, and her face far prettier than the 1980's pinup girl.  In the two years since she had moved away from her family, Kelly had been working as a porn actress and had perfected her look even further. Yet, she was sure her mother would recognize her.  But apparently Cindy had been so wrapped up in her expectations of a prostitute that would look like their daughter, that she had simply at first assumed that the girl who joined her in her shower had been a hooker who by pure chance looked just like Kelly.

Their shower had been phenomenal, and they had then looked out on Doug and seen him with the woman Cindy now thought was the real prostitute.  Kelly claimed ignorance, not wanting to spoil her dad's fun with her aunt.  Instead, she had guided her mom back to the bathroom.

Safely inside, she undid her mom's towel to appreciate her golden skin and luscious curves.  She reached out with both hands for her mom's chest and massaged gently.  "There's so much I want to show you, mom," she said, kissing her mother softly on the lips.  "Can I take you on a tour?"

Cindy shivered.  "What's left, honey, haven't you already made love to me?"

Kelly grinned and bent toward her mother's chest.  "Oh, mom, just wait.  You have yet to feel what love feels like."  The young blonde extended her tongue and rubbed her mother's nipple with its flat, wet surface.  Cindy moaned with pleasure and placed her hands gently on her daughter's hair.  Encouraged, Kelly took a nipple in her mouth and suckled softly, while one  hand massaged the other breast and the other hand caressed her mom's back.

"Oh, Kelly," Cindy purred, leaning back against the sink. "Your mouth is so soft."

The blonde switched to the other breast.  "Your breasts are so fucking beautiful, mom," she said with dirty fire in her voice.  She spread her legs a little so she could press up against her mother and straddle her leg.  "I could suck on them all night."

"Please do," Cindy begged, running one hand through her daughter's long blonde hair to the small of her  back and then down to her ass.  Hoping to communicate her pleasure, Kelly sucked  harder and started slurping first one breast and then the other and then back and forth again.  Cindy responded by inserting one pretty, tan  finger into her daughters pale, soft ass.

Kelly screamed out, "Yes, mom!  Fuck my ass!"  She rocked back into her mom's finger, sucking harder on the breasts at which she had once nursed.  "Fuck my ass!"

"Oh, Kelly, you're so pretty,"  her mother cooed, frigging the girl's ass slowly but hotly.  "I love the way your body looks on my finger."

"Oh, god, mom," the blonde whimpered.  "Don't stop!  Don't stop!"  She reached down between them and rubbed her clit anxiously while Cindy's finger did its work in her rear entrance.  "Yes, mom!"  Both of them went faster.  Both of them pressed harder.  "God, I'm getting close, I'm gonna cum, mom!  You're going to make your baby girl cum!"

And then Kelly decided she wanted to force her mother's first taste of girl love.  She reached behind and pulled her mom's finger out of her.  Cindy complained, but Kelly was in charge.  She reached up and grabbed her mother's shoulders, forcing her to kneel.  She then grabbed Cindy's hair with one hand, pulling it back so that she had to look up at her daughter.  Then Kelly  stuck three fingers in Cindy’s mouth, holding it roughly open, so that she could straddle her mother's face and rub her cunt all over her mom's open mouth.

Cindy fought against her daughter's strength, and coughed on the taste of cunt, but when Kelly finally came with several hard spasms and a flow of juice, her complaints turned to grunt of pleasure, culminating in the plea: "Do me now -- do me now!"

Kelly was glad to comply.  She threw her mom to her side on the floor and spread her leg in a scissors.  Straddling the leg on the floor, the blonde reached down and started to finger Cindy's dark muff.  Holding the other leg over her head,  she licked its ankle and started to kiss her way down the calf.  She gasped when she reached her mother's thigh. Its golden skin was so smooth and flesh both strong and smooth, shapely in both curve and tone.  

"God, mom, you're the perfect woman," she hummed.  And with no further ado she lay between her mom's scissored legs and dove into her dark bush, tasting its tangy sweetness.  "Ohhhhhh, mom!"

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In the main room of the hotel, Kelly's father Doug was walking to the door, naked except for a towel around his waist.  His sister Kim lay in the bed, atop the sheets.  She was grinning at him, her favorite lover.  She had orchestrated this wild evening, but she had only planned for her and Kelly.  She had no idea who might be knocking on the door.

Doug was pretty sure it was girl from the service which Cindy had called, with good intentions to follow up, not realizing that there wasn't a real call girl  coming.  With this in mind, he flung the door wide open, exposing both his toweled form and his naked sister on the bed.  It was no call girl on the other side.

"Timothy?"

"Dad?  Aunt Kim?  What the hell is going on here?  The neighbors said you had gotten a hotel tonight and I needed to borrow some money so I cam by.  But what the hell is this?"

Dough turned red and allowed his sixteen year-old son to enter the room.  Kim covered herself with a sheet and said, "Your dad and I were just talking."

"Talking?"

There was awkward silence, during which bumping and moans could be heard coming from the bathroom, culminating in the words, "Yes, Kelly, eat my pussy!"

"Your mother's in there with Kelly," Doug explained, turning even more red.  "Talking."

Kim, for her part, was noticing a bit of a lump in her nephew's pants.  Natural for teenage boy under the circumstances, she figured.  There wasn't much point in modesty right now, so she flung the sheet back off and rolled onto her side to look at Timothy.  She drew one leg on top of the other, affording him a good few not only of her breasts but of her well-used pussy.  Her nephew was skinny but good-looking.  He skated a lot so was well-tanned and in decent shape. His hair was a bit shaggy, but that was kind of a cute look for him.

"Timothy, have you ever been with a woman?"

"You mean blowjobs?"

"No, I mean sex."

As red-faced now as his father, he nevertheless answered, "No, I've never had sex yet."

Kim looked at her brother.  "Can Timothy lose his virginity tonight, Doug?"

Doug shrugged.  "I guess, as long as I get to watch.  I mean, he's my son and you're my sister, so I'm supposed to look out for both of you."

"Aunt Kim?" Timothy stuttered.  "Do you really mean it?"

She rolled over onto her belly and scooted her legs underneath her so that her ass was high in the air.  "It's all yours if you don't mind your dad's sloppy seconds, Timothy."

"God, Aunt Kim, it's kind of weird isn't it?"

She reached down and spread her pussy lips with one hand and massaged her own breast with the other head.  "Oh, Timothy, I want you so much," she moaned, manufacturing a little desire.  He was cute enough.  She didn't lust after him, but he was cute enough to do, and it seemed like the fair thing.

"Well, fuck," he swore, pulling off his t-shirt and scrambling to get his sneakers off.

Doug sat down on a chair near the foot of the bed and rubbed himself.  He was very aroused by the display his son and sister were putting on for him. He'd always thought his sister was gorgeous, but she'd never looked hotter to him than she did now.

When had shirt, socks, and shoes off, Kim called him to the bed.  He approached nervously, his eyes roaming over his aunt's naked body.  She smiled.  "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, reaching out and taking his hand in hers.

"Very," he answered, looking into her deep green eyes and then looking over her curves.  He leaned one knee on the bed and stroked her soft brown hair sweetly.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, placing one of his hands on the tip of one tit, allowing him to feel its large shape and the hardening of her long nipple against his palm.

Timothy nodded silently.

She  guided him towards her, her mouth right near his when she asked, "Have you ever thought about me like this before?"

He swallowed.  "Yes, sometimes."

She smiled, pleased at that, and reach out with her tongue to trace the shape of his lips.  "What do you think now that you have the real thing?"

He was still nervous, even as she pulled him all the way onto the bed.   "You're so sexy, Aunt Kim."

She kissed him full on the lips and, since he had no belt on, she mercilessly shoved a hand inside the front of his jeans and boxers and started to grope his cock.  He grew almost instantly hard from the expert work of her hand and her perky lips.  For her part, Kim realized suddenly that her nephew was a very good kisser, and she loved the way his shaggy hair felt against her face.  A new, very real hunger entered her kiss.  Her lips worked stronger, and she lightly bit at his tongue.

Recognizing the effect his inexperience would have on his initial lasting power, she wanted to make sure he got to feel her pussy before he came.  "Fuck me, Timothy, fuck me now," she begged.

He was clumsy from nerves as he got up off the bed and removed what was left of his clothing. His eyes were on her body, on the fire in her eyes, the wetness of her lips.  He was clearly excited by the way she writhed with anticipation, and the way her fingertips teased the entrance to her love.

Kim gasped when he was naked.  His cock was much larger than either her husband's or Doug's.  "Oh, God, Timothy," she groaned, pulling him back to her and slurping his erection between her lips.  He stood by the bedside humping her mouth slowly as she got on all four on top of the bed, encasing him with wet pressure in her mouth.  She now had two finger up inside herself while she sucked her nephew.  "Oh, god, oh, god," she moaned all around him.  "Timothy, you're incredible.  I love your cock."

Doug was getting hard again, stroking himself as he looked on.

Timothy finally got a little assertive.  "Aunt Kim, I don't wanna cum yet."

A little disappointed because she really loved the feel of his huge instrument in her mouth, Kim flung herself onto her back, legs spread.  She reached down with both hands and held her cunt open for him.  "Cum where your daddy does, Timmy, cum in Aunt Kim's pussy."

Doug's eyes went wide.  His son was about to fuck his sister missionary style, just like he liked to.  He was hard as a rock now, watching his son climb up on the bed and between Kim's legs.  The boy took a while to position his sixteen year-old cock where he wanted it, but Kim was so loosened up it didn't take much pressure t get in the door once he was there.

"Holy shit!" Timothy cried out when his cock slipped into his aunt's pussy.  He pumped in and out inexpertly, but he swore with every stroke, loving the way her hot flesh felt around him.

"Oh my god!" Kim cried out when he penetrated her, filling her like she'd never been filled.  Her walls were stretched, her lips felt like they might be torn.  It was incredible.  "God god god," she yelped almost not step, barking it out with every stroke.  She'd never felt this incapacitated by her own pleasure since that summer with Kelly.  Doug's children were miracles in bed.

She flung her legs around Timothy's waist, holding him tight to her and guiding his rhythm.  Her fingernails scraped his young back.  Her mouth nipped at his neck and smothered his mouth.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," Timothy said.

"Let it go, baby, fill up your aunt Kim."

A few heavy, awkward strokes later, he came, filling her with warm buckets of his semen, mixing it inside her with her brother's.  Miraculously, he kept pumping, through his climax.  He grunted now with every stroke, his cock as tender as it was slick, but he had not lost his erection.  

Kim had never experienced that before.  "Oh, God, Timothy, you're the best!" she panted.  "You're the best."  She rolled them onto their sides, taking advantage of his length to allow him to slap his cock into her from that angle, hitting new spots and stretching her in new ways.

"I love your pussy, Aunt Kim," he grunted, still exerting himself.

Kim gasped when she felt another set of hands suddenly on her skin and a body behind her.  She felt kissed on her neck from behind and heard Doug whisper.  "Get ready, sis."

His was lubed up with his precum, and as his son fucked Kim in her reddened, sopping pussy, Doug positioned the head of his cock at his sister's asshole.  He was on fire and didn't take his time.  He simply pushed as hard as he could when he was lined up.  Before he knew it, he was fucking his sister's ass and looking over her shoulder into his son's face.

"Yeah, Dad!" Timothy grunted.  "Fuck her ass!"

"Fuck her hard, son!  Fuck her hard, she loves it!"

Kim's ass was tight and he could feel his son's cocksmanship inside her.  They were fucking the life out of her, and she did love it.  She bucked around between them, kissing Timothy and straining to try and lick Doug's face or get some taste of him however she could.

"Oh god!!!!" she screamed, cumming hard.  The men didn't let up, and she knew the next orgasm would be even better.

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In the bathroom, Kelly and Cindy were oblivious to what was going on in the outer room.  They were in a rolling sixty-nine, drenched in one another's sweat, saliva, and juice.  It didn't matter who was on top or on bottom or on the side.  All that mattered was that mother and daughter were tasting one another.

And then, suddenly, the door opened.  Kelly looked up to see a strange blonde girl standing there.  "I'm the hooker," the girl said.  "Which, uh... Where am I supposed to be right now?"

(To be continued... ?)

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