Incest stories, Mom and daughter compete for the same guy but end up sharing, My daughter Kate and I were in the garage. We had just moved and were emptying and putting away boxes. My name is Jennifer. I am recently divorced and, using the cash from the sale of our house, I had just bought this 1/2 of a duplex townhouse.
Kate had just finished college and had moved back home to find a job. She found a great one close by. She moved in with me to save money. Since she and I discovered her father’s affair Kate had very little to do with him.
We were still unpacking. A few of the neighbors came by to introduce themselves. They seemed nice. I wondered about the next door neighbor. We shared the duplex. I had asked some of the neighbors about him. They said he traveled a lot, but was very nice.
Well, I thought, that was good to know. No one wanted to live next to trouble. Little did I know what trouble was.
Truthfully it started innocently enough. As we were unpacking a man came up to the garage. We both stopped to look at him. He looked about 30, 6′, 170lbs. He had dark blonde hair, green eyes and a day’s worth of stubble on his face.
He introduced himself as Kevin. The guy next door. Kate and I looked at each other. We almost laughed out loud. We had joked about having a hot stud next door. Now we had this gorgeous man next to us.
The good part, he was gorgeous. On the other hand We were covered with sweat and grime from unpacking boxes all morning. I know Kate well enough to know she was thinking the same thing. We didn’t even put makeup on. Normally we’re no slouches. We’re not models, but we clean up well. I’m 41, 5’6″, 130, dirty blond, shoulder length hair, and blue eyes. Kate looks more like her dad. 22, 5’7″, 120, long brown hair and brown eyes. She gets a lot of attention.
We introduced ourselves and of course apologized for the way we looked. He said he understood and asked if he could help. We spent about 2 hours unpacking. Every time he bent over to pick up a box Kate a and I would check him out. We’d catch each other and smile.
When we’d had enough we asked him if he’d like to come inside for a drink. He said sure. He came in, Kate got us some sodas and we sat at the kitchen table and chatted.
He was 32, single, broke up with his girlfriend 6 months ago. He worked as a manufacturer’s rep for a military contractor so he was on the road 40 to 50% of the time. He suggested that might have had something to do with his breakup.
He stayed for about an hour chatting. We truly enjoyed his company. He offered to come and help tomorrow. We told him that he didn’t have to do that. He said he didn’t mind as he had no plans and, truthfully, was bored and liked the company. We made plans to see him the next day.
The next morning I got up and started getting ready to go out and work. I grabbed some grubby clothes. Then I remembered Kevin was coming to help. I rethought what I was going to wear. I grabbed a cute pair of shorts and s tank top. Nothing outrageous, but better than yesterday. I but on some light make up. Something that wouldn’t drip with the sweat. I looked in the mirror. Suburban housewife cute, I thought.
I went to the garage to start working. I opened the door to get some air circulating. Kevin came by a few minutes later. He had shaved but still looked great.
Just as we started working Kate came to join us. I did a double take. Kate was wearing a bikini. Certainly not her most daring one, yet a bikini. She had a T shirt pulled over it. Not too tight but the way it hung from her you knew she had a figure. It came just to her navel showing about two inches of flat belly between the bathing suit and top. Her hair tied back in a cute ponytail.
It was perfectly acceptable wear for a hot 22 year old doing sweaty work but I was a little taken aback. As we worked I noticed Kevin checking her out every once in a while. I kind of got in a bad mood. Nothing awful. Just a small cloud. I got quiet. All this time Kate chatted with Kevin. Some of it a little flirtatious. I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Again, after working he came inside and chatted. This time Kate did more talking. Definately flirtatious. As she talked she’d sometimes touch his arm or hand.
As we chatted he mentioned the worst part of travel was spending meals alone. Then when he got home he was still eating most of his meals alone. He had plenty of friends but you can’t go out every night.
I perked up and invited him to join us for dinner. He politely refused saying he did not want to impose. Kate and I insisted and he accepted. He then said his goodbyes and said he’d see us at dinner.
When he left I looked at Kate and said, “Bikini?”
She laughed and said, ” Why not. He’s cute. Never hurts to show off a bit.”
I laughed. “Well, he noticed,” I said.”
“Good,” she said. “Nice to know I still have it,” and went off to her room.
Still have it, I thought. She’s 22. Of course she still has it. Then again, what did I care? It’s not like I was in love with Kevin, or even interested. I’d just met him. He was 9 years younger than me. Then of course I thought, he was 10 years older than her.
I shook my head. Why was I thinking these things. I’m 41. Not a high school girl. I went about putting things away and preparing dinner. As I did I couldn’t stop thinking of Kevin and of Kate in her bikini. This is silly I kept reminding myself.
It was getting dinner time. I figured I should shower and change. I jumped in the shower. As I washed myself I had a picture of Kevin, bending over a box, come into my head. It was followed by his face with one day stubble and big shoulders. Without thinking my hand dropped down to my pussy. I softly rubbed my clit.
When was the last time I had sex I thought. 9 months? A year? I thought of Kevin again. His smile, trim waist. My fingers got more urgent as did my need. I put my hand against the wall to steady myself. I came. Not a world crashing orgasm, but enough to get me by for now.
As I stepped out of the shower. I felt guilty, well guilty and a little naughty. After all he is only 9 years younger than me. Would that make me a cougar?
I looked at my closet trying to figure out what to wear. I chose a pair of jeans that showed off my figure and a top that hugged my curves and showed a little bit of skin between the jeans and the shirt. I pulled out a pretty thong and matching bra. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it, but it made me feel pretty. I added a pair of strappy sandals.
I checked myself in the mirror. I looked good. I hadn’t tried to look good in a while. It felt good.
The doorbell rang just as I finished setting the table. I answered it. Kevin was there in shorts and a untucked button down shirt. He had a 5:00 shadow and smelled of spice. He was wearing a subtle cologne.
I invited him in and offered him a beer. He accepted. I went and got 2 out of the fridge. He could see me from where he sat. I bent over straight legged to get the beers. I knew these jeans made my ass look good. I laughed at myself for being a little naughty. I brought him his beer.
Just as I handed it to him Kate came in the room. He said hi.
I looked at what she was wearing. She had on a short denim skirt that showed off almost every inch of her legs. With it, a tank top. She was barefoot. Totally acceptable wear for a 22 year old girl, but I didn’t like it. I had this stupid feeling in my stomach. Why was I upset. She’d dressed like that 100 times since she was 15. Why today was I bothered.
She saw we had beers and went to get one. We watched her. She did the same thing I did. Bent over straight legged. The curve of her ass barely came into view. Barely, but it did. I realized I was standing and Kevin was sitting. He had a better view. He probably saw more than me.
Again I didn’t like it. I suppressed the feeling and we all chatted. We then sat for dinner. I sat across from Kevin. Kate sat between us on the side. As we chatted she flirted a little. Again the light hand touches. I looked down and noticed her skirt had slid up. Sometimes when she moved you could see a flash of her panties. I felt like I was intruding and that I was being left out.
Kevin made a number of attempts to include me, but I was thinking of what my daughter was doing and didn’t notice. When I did respond it was brief. Polite, with smiles, but brief.
At the end of dinner Kevin thanked us and invited us over to repay us. We accepted.
After dinner I went to my room to read. I actually was avoiding Kate. I slipped off my jeans and lay down to read. I couldn’t concentrate on the book. My mind flashed to Kevin. My fingers found my pussy again. As I played with myself an image of Kevin kissing Kate flashed in my mind. I came.
Almost immediately Kate knocked on my door. I told her to come in. She saw me lying on the bed. She’d seen me in my underwear plenty of times. No big deal. She asked me if I was ok. She was worried as I was so quiet at dinner.
I assured her I was fine and just tired. After all, what else could I say? I think I’m jealous of Kevin and you? It sounded ridiculous even as I thought it.
She came over, kissed me on the cheek, and said goodnight. As she walked out the door she flashed me that pretty smile and said, “Hot panties mom.”
A few days went by. I knew Kevin was home. His car was in the driveway.
Our town houses are 2 stories with a basement. To reach the first floor front door you go up about 5 steps. Each has a nice sized back yard with a patio. Unfortunately there’s not much privacy there as the neighbor in the attached house can see right into the yard. We had put in some nice deck furniture, a a grille, and a table.
It was sunny out. I looked at the lounges. My mind flashed to Kevin. I thought of Kate in her short skirt. I don’t know what possessed me. I decided to go tan. I looked at my bikinis. I knew which one I wanted, but for some reason I tried to fool myself I was considering others. Finally I grabbed the one I wanted.
It was bright yellow. The top was a string halter that tied around the back and around my neck. The bottom was a string bikini that tied on each side. It left a great deal of ass showing. I don’t think I’ve worn it for 10 years.
I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. I could still rock this bikini. I’d never wear it in public, after all, I’m 41, but looked good.
I went outside with a towel and lotion to tan. I moved the lounge so I could discretely see Kevin’s window. He was looking down, I up. So if he looked he’d see more than I could. I lay down on my back. With my sunglasses on you could not tell if I was awake or asleep.
Finally I saw him go by the window. Finally I thought, why was I waiting? What was I doing. But I saw him. He stopped and looked.
I still got it, I thought. I reached up and untied the sting around my neck. Holding the top in place I lay down again. He was still looking.
I reached for the lotion. I squeezed some in my hand and started spreading it on me. I started with my belly. Slowly working my hands towards the bottom of my bikini. My fingertips brushed the band and dipped under the material just a little. Then I worked my way up. When I reached my top I pushed it up a bit. I exposed a bit of the white globe of my breasts. Just a bit of the bottom curve. I rubbed the lotion on.
I looked back at Kevin’s window. He had stepped back a bit but was still watching.
I then pulled the top back in place. This time starting at my neck and shoulders. I took my time finally getting to my breasts. I rubbed lotion almost to the point you could see my nipples. Then I stopped. I actually wanted to keep going. To rub and pull my nipples, but I stopped.
I brought my knee up to my chest. Starting as far down as I could I started rubbing lotion up my leg. As I got the the top of my thigh I put the leg down and continued. I let my fingers brush the crotch of my bikini. I then did the same with the other leg.
I’m pretty sure he watched the whole show. I wanted to run inside and masturbate. I knew I needed to wait to make my show convincing.
I didn’t have to wait long. About 10 minutes later my doorbell rang. I tied the top of my bikini and went in. I thought of putting on a wrap but was feeling a bit wild and horny and figured might as well scare or give whoever it was a thrill.
It was Kevin. He said they’d delivered some of my mail to his house and he was dropping it off. It was just junk mail.
Then he said, “Do you always answer the door in a bikini?”
It was obviously meant as a joke.
I gave it my best flirt and said, “Only for handsome young men. Why do you mind?”
Young? Why did I say young? I could have kicked myself.
“Mind, hell no,” he said. “I’m just going to drop by more often.”
Oh my god. He was flirting back.
“Well if that’s the case I might have to find something better than a bikini.”
Did that come out of my mouth? Who said that?
“One can only dream,” he said.
I laughed. I asked if he wanted to come in for a beer. He said sure.
I went to the fridge. I was wearing a bikini that barely covered my ass. Last time I was wearing jeans. Last time Kate was wearing a short skirt. A bit of her ass showed.
I bent over straight legged my legs slightly parted. I felt the suit slide up. I felt it stretched across my pussy. I stayed a bit longer than I should. I then brought him the beer.
I invited him to join me on the deck. He accepted. I thought to adjust the back of my suit where it slid up but decided not to. I lay down on my stomach on the lounge. I had my sunglasses back on.
He sat on the lounge next to me and pulled his shirt off. He had a nice chest. Broad, strong, not too hairy. He didn’t have a 6 pack but he looked good.
I was feeling bold. “Before you lay down,” I said, “Would you do my back?” I held up the lotion.
Even as I said it I thought, what a cliche, but it worked.
He agreed and took the lotion. I undid both the strings of my top to give him better access. He started at my neck and slowly worked his way down. My nerves were on edge. I could feel his fingers on the sides of my breasts. Just at the line of decency and too much. I wanted to move, to give him access, but I didn’t. I knew I couldn’t, shouldn’t.
His hands worked their way down my back. As he neared the bottom of my bikini. He brushed it with his fingers. I prayed he’d slide his fingers under it. He didn’t. Instead he started at my feet. He slowly worked up my calf to my knee. He then did the same on the other side. Then he moved up my thigh. I parted my legs to make it easier. If I weren’t wearing a bathing suit that had extra material at the crotch, I’m sure I’d have had a wet spot.
He continued up my thigh. My bathing suit was still pulled up from when I bent over. A lot of ass was showing. He continued right up to the bathing suit his hands on my ass like it was no big deal. His fingers brushed the crotch of my bathing suit. I wanted to pull the strings on both sides and just let it fall off me.
Instead I just lay there holding my breath.
“There,” he said. “All set.”
He then lay down on his lounge.
Me? I didn’t want to move. I was reliving every touch. I could feel my whole body tingling.
I lost track of time. I fell asleep. Kevin lightly shook me awake. I popped up, startled, forgetting I had untied my top. I grabbed it and quickly held it over my tits. I knew it was too late. He’d gotten a good look. The thought made me tingly and horny.
“We’ve been out here for a while,” he said. “You fell asleep. I was afraid you’d burn,”
“Burn?” The only part of me burning was my pussy.
I thanked him, tied my top on, and sat up.
We got up and went inside. As we walked in Kate walked in the front door.
Completely unabashed the first thing she said was, “Wow, I have not seen you in that bikini in 10 years.”
Then she said hi to Kevin.
They exchanged pleasantries. Kevin said bye and left.
Kate went to her room to change. As she left she said, “Looking good mom.”
I went to my room to shower and change. I jumped in the shower and turned it on hot. I thought of rubbing the lotion on my body as Kevin watched. I imagined sliding my bathing suit off as he watched. I felt his hands on my back. I again imagined untying the bottom. This time getting on my knees so he could enter me from behind.
As I did I played with my pussy. This time I was not soft. I wanted to make myself cum, hard. As images flashed through my mind I got closer and closer. All of a sudden an image of Kate watching Kevin as he fucked me flashed through my head. I came. I came hard.
I steadied myself against the shower wall. I took in deep breaths. What the hell was that, I thought. Even as I thought it, the image came to the forefront. Picturing myself on my knees, fucked from behind, as my daughter watched. I was embarrassed I thought it. I was still hot thinking it.
We had nothing to do tonight. Usually we just throw on something comfortable and watch TV. Today I was being more picky. I found a cute pair of pajama shorts and a little tank that left my navel exposed. No bra, no panties. I was going to sleep in this.
I went out to watch TV. Kate was already there in a T shirt and panties. She wore that a lot. The shirt barely covered her ass. She looked at me.
“What’s the occasion,” she said.
I pretended to have no idea what she was talking about. “No occasion,” I said.
She gave me a half laughing look but let the topic drop. Every once in a while she’d look at me. My face would flush. It wasn’t because I was embarrassed. It was because I was enjoying being looked at.
When I finally went to bed I was hornier than I remembered being in years. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled my top off. I cupped my breasts. I remembered that Kevin had seen them today. My nipples were hard. I caressed them. Then I slid my shorts off. My shaved pussy came into view. Who was I shaving it for? When was the last time someone saw it.
I thought about Kevin, running his hands and lotion up my thighs. I wondered what Kate would say if she knew I shaved my pussy. Everything from the day started coming back. I grabbed my vibrator from my bottom drawer and placed it against my pussy. I did not stop till I came 3 times and fell asleep.
The next day was a normal day. We were going to Kevin’s for dinner. What to wear was an issue. Normally I’d ask Kate. Normally she’d ask me. This time, neither of us asked the other.
I chose a short denim skirt. Not as short as Kate’s but short. I had a white linen top with spaghetti straps. It scooped down in front and definitely showed cleavage. Under it I wore a lacy strapless bra. The bra was sexy. It had scalloped edges and barely covered my nipples. You could see it through the top. I had a cute pair of low heels and a white thong that matched the bra. I looked hot.
I stepped out of my room. Kate was waiting for me on the couch. I looked. She was wearing what they call a handkerchief top. It was tiny. It tied around her neck and loosely around her back. The top started about mid cleavage, barely covered her breasts and came to a point about 4 inches above her navel. Because it was tied lightly you could see a little of the side of her tits. From the back it looked like she was almost naked from neck to skirt. Her skirt was short and white. Much shorter than mine. When she stood, if you looked, you could tell she was wearing a pair of small pink boy shorts under it.
“Wow mom, you look hot,” she said.
“You look very pretty yourself,” I replied.
We walked over to Kevin’s house. When he opened the door he just looked at us blinking. Then he recovered.
“If I knew two such sexy women would come to dinner I would have started cooking for you the day I met you.”
I blushed.
Kate flashed him a smile and said, “Yup, I guess it sucks to be you tonight.”
That broke the ice. We all went in chatting and enjoying ourselves. I did notice that Kate rarely crossed her legs and when she did, she did so slowly. She was flashing him. She’d also find reasons to bend over and give him a look down her top.
Well, I could do some of that too. I stopped crossing my legs. Now he could see up my dress too. I excused myself and went to the restroom. I adjusted my bra a bit. Now my aureola showed just a bit above the bra.
I went back and joined them. They were laughing. She had her hand on his knee.
I sat directly across from him. My legs apart. Leaning in. I joined the conversation like nothing was different. This time Kate and I were both flirting. He was eating it up. I was pretty proud of myself. I was holding my own.
Finally the night was over. We both kissed Kevin. She kissed him first. Not on the lips, but lightly by the lips. I kissed him next. Lightly on the lips. We went home.
I headed to my room. Before I got there Kate said, “Wow, who’d have thought a 41 year old mom could flirt as good as I could.” She had a huge smile on her face. “I’m not sure he knew where to look all night,” She continued.
I had no idea how to respond. I just stood there.
She laughed and said, “Why choose.” And went to bed.
I went to my room and stripped out of my clothes. I didn’t even bother with my vibrator I just climbed on my bed and jammed my fingers in my pussy. I was soaking wet. I replayed the whole night. Kate flashing him, me flashing him, Kate seeing me flash him. Oh my god, my nerves were all tingling.
Just then Kate knocked on my door. Before I could answer or cover myself she opened it and looked in. She was standing there in her boy shorts and handkerchief top. She’d lost the skirt. I was on my bed naked, hand in my pussy, frozen.
She looked at me and said, “Never mind, I’ll ask you tomorrow.”
She closed the door. I came almost immediately. It was a amazing orgasm. I fell asleep with visions of Kevin, my daughter in her panties, and my fingers in my pussy in my head.
The next morning I tried to apologize to Kate. She would have none of it.
“Mom, I masturbate too. I’m sorry I interrupted you. I don’t blame you. Kevin’s cute, and showing off like that was making me hot too. Besides, it was kinda weird and hot knowing your mom masturbates.”
I didn’t know what to say. I went about pretending to have a normal chat, knowing there was a huge elephant in the room.
A couple of days later Kate and I were coming home from shopping. We saw Kevin in his driveway. We chatted and asked him what his plans for the night were.
He responded he was going to watch a movie. We had intended to watch the same movie. We invited him to watch with us.
Kate just said, “Cool, movie pajama party.”
Kevin replied he slept in his boxers.
Kate just responded, “I sleep in a T shirt sometimes with, sometimes without panties.” She laughed.
Kevin responded, “Pajama party it is. I’ll hold you to that.”
They both laughed and we headed in.
“Pajama party?” I practically screamed. “What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking he’d look cute in boxers,” she laughed. “What are you thinking?”
Me? I was thinking of what pajamas I would wear in front of my daughter and Kevin. Would she really wear a t shirt with no panties? Would he be watching a movie in just his boxers? I was practically sweating.
He was coming in 45 minutes. I jumped in the shower. Scalding hot water. I washed, I masturbated. I pictured Kevin in his boxers. I pictured Kate in a T shirt straddling his lap. I pictured me kissing Kevin. Her Kissing Kevin. My hand on the small of her back. What the hell was wrong with me. I came.
I looked at my pajamas. What the hell was I supposed to wear? In front of my daughter? In front of Kevin? I had no clue. I found an old pair of pajamas I had. I think I wore them so my ex wouldn’t want sex. Full sleeves, full legs. Panties or no?
I could have gone with full blown cotton bikini panties. No, I chose a pair of the tiniest see through bikini panties I had.
I heard Kevin and Kate Laughing in the living room. Kevin was in a T shirt and boxers. Kate was in a little ensemble I’d never seen before. Cute pink tiny boy shorts with a matching loose tank that came down about 2 inches above her navel. Her bathing suit showed more but she looked less covered now.
I walked out in my full blown PJs. They both looked at me.
Kate said to Kevin, “I think mom missed the point.”
If I didn’t, I was certainly missing it now.
“Be right back,” Kate said and ran into my room.
When she returned her hands were full with my nighties underwear and pajamas.
She spread them on the floor and said, “if she can’t pick, we can.”
I protested.
Kate said, “If you can’t play by the rules, you pay the price.”
I stood there blushing as she and Kevin went through my stuff, the sexier the item they picked up, the more I blushed. I also realized that somewhere in my mind, I was hoping they’d pick that, and hoping they wouldn’t. My pussy was wet.
Finally Kate said “Here.”
I looked. She had a little lacy see through thong in her hand. For a top she had a lacy tank practically see through.
“I can’t wear that,” I said. “No way.”
“Sorry mom,” she said. “It’s this or nothing.”
Nothing? She’d have me naked in front of both of them? Dammit why was that making me hot? I didn’t move.
Kate jumped quick. Grabbed my pajama bottoms, pulled them down, and pushed me to the couch. She pulled them off. I was now in a long sleeve pajama top and little see through panties.
“See Kevin. I told you she shaved.”
She and Kevin had discussed my shaving? That means she told him she walked in on me masturbating.
The thought made me both ashamed and hot.
Then she stopped. She turned the movie on. We watched. I didn’t know what to do. I should have ran and got dressed, but there was a piece of me that didn’t want to.
We watched the movie, us on either side of Kevin. I forgot I was in my panties. Kate and I kind of cuddled up on either side of Kevin. It was nice. He had his arms around us. My hand had fallen to his thigh. Kate’s hand was on top of mine holding it.
As the movie went on I felt something against my hand. I realized Kevin’s cock was growing in his boxers. It was starting to press against my hand. I looked. Kate noticed too. She took her hand moved it off mine and started stroking Kevin’s cock.
She looked at me and smiled. She then took my hand in hers and started stroking him with my hand.
My mind was raging. This was wrong. I was so wet. When was the last time I held a cock.
Kate pulled it out of his boxers. She looked at me and smiled. Kevin just rested his head back with a small smile on his face.
Kate took her hand and wrapped it around mind. She started stroking him with my hand. I let her. I knew I should stop it but I didn’t want to. She took her hand away. I didn’t stop stroking him.
She looked at me. “Mom, when I saw you in that bikini, I realized we were competing for his attention. I would never take anything from you. We’ve always shared,” she said. “And, after I caught you masturbating, which by the way was fucking hot, I knew you needed some attention.”
With that she kissed me. Not a mother daughter kiss. She kissed me on the lips. Tongue and all. I am ashamed to admit. I kissed back.
Kate peeled off her top. I don’t think I’d seen her naked in years. Now I was looking at her perfect breasts and stroking a man’s cock while I did. Kevin reached out to caress her tits. I watched him as he gently stroked them. I realized I was jealous. I wanted mine stroked too.
Kate straddled his lap. My hand was still stroking his cock. She pulled his face into her tits. He started sucking them. It looked so good I wanted to suck them too. I wanted mine sucked.
All this time I was stroking Kevin’s cock.
She turned to Kevin and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then Kate pulled me close. Grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it off.
“I love you mom,” she said
She turned Kevin’s head to my breast. His hand went to one, his mouth to the other. I could feel it from my neck to my pussy. Then she leaned in and took my other breast in her mouth.
I moaned. I put my arm around her head, pulled her to me, and moaned. “Oh baby, I love the way you suck mama’s tits. Don’t stop. Suck them.”
I continued to stroke Kevin’s cock.
Kevin and Kate stopped sucking my tits. I groaned. I wanted them back. Kate stood up and pulled me to my feet.
Standing in front of me she said, “Mom, you’re beautiful.” She put her hands on the waistband of my panties, slid them over my hips, and let them fall to the floor.
Then she said, “Take mine off mom. Show Kevin your little girls pussy.”
That was so wrong. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Even as I thought that, I knew I would. I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down. She was naked. She was beautiful.
She turned to Kevin, got on her knees and pulled off his boxers. As she did his cock sprang straight up. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my knees beside her. Kevin spread his knees to make room for us.
She took his cock in her mouth. I watched. I had not given a lot of blow jobs in the past. She looked like she knew what she was doing. She stopped, looked at me, and pointed his cock at me. I took it in my mouth. I tried to do what she did. I wanted to be as good as her.
We took turns sucking his cock. He moaned. Kate and I just watched each other and smiled. Every once in a while we’d take him together. That would often end in a kiss.
Kate took a drop of precum from his cock, spread it on my lips, and kissed me. I loved the way it tasted. I loved the way she tasted.
She then told Kevin to lie down on the couch. He did as he was told. She got on the couch and straddled his face looking at me. She then pulled me up on the couch straddling his cock.
She reached down and guided his cock into me. I went slowly. I wanted to feel every inch. I could see Kevin’s head moving under her. His tongue in her pussy. She made soft mewling sounds as he ate her.
As he did, Kate leaned forward and sucked my tits. With Kevin’s tongue in her she’d stop and moan on my nipples as she sucked them. Her moaning breath was as much a turn on as having them sucked.
I finally sunk myself completely on Kevin’s cock. With him in me and Kate sucking my tits. I came. I let out a loud moan. I started riding him.
Kate started whispering softly, “That’s it mom. Ride his cock. Cum for us. You deserve it. You deserve a great fuck.”
Then she kissed me. As she did I came. She kept kissing me. My mouth stopped working. Just as I started to get control back, she started to cum on Kevin’s tongue.
Not really breaking the kiss, she moaned into my mouth, “oh my god mom, I’m cumming. Your little girl is cumming.”
I came again.
I continued to ride Kevin’s cock. Now I was fucking him.
Kate was whispering in my ear, “Fuck him. Make him cum. Feel it in you. You deserve it. Make him cum.”
I started pumping him, “Come on. Cum for me. Fill my pussy with cum. I want to feel you all hot inside me.”
Kate joined in. “Fuck her. Fill her with cum. I want her to feel that cock fill her cunt.”
I felt Kevin start to spasm. I came. I came so hard I had to hang onto Kate so I didn’t fall.
Kevin came. Hot cum hitting the walls of my pussy. I could feel it squeezing out of me as he continued to fuck me.
With that Kate came again. We hung on each other gasping for air.
Eventually, Kevin’s cock slipped out of me. I fell backwards to catch my breath. Kate leaned forward and took his soft cock in her mouth. She sucked it all in her mouth making, mmmmmm, sounds as she did.
When she was done she crawled down Kevin’s body towards me. She brought her lips to mine. She kissed me. Her lips were covered with his cum and my pussy juice. I kissed her passionately. It was delicious.
We lay there for a while catching our breath. Eventually Kevin looked at the clock and realized he had a flight in 6 hours. He kissed us both and promised to call as soon as he got back.
I got up went to my room and collapsed on my bed. Kate opened my door.
“Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?”
I held out my arms. She climbed into bed, rested her head on my chest, and closed her eyes. I looked at my baby for a while. I didn’t regret what we’d done, but I wondered where it would lead.
As we lay there I felt her hand slide down to my pussy. Her fingers lightly played with my clit.
I sighed softly and kissed her on the head.
