What Mom Knows Fucks Her Sister

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“You know, it would be fun to try and do my own seduction,” I said, realizing all of them had been partly or mostly done by others, and me just the lucky benefactor. Except for the first time when I was in costume and Mom thought she was fucking Dad (or at least pretended to think so at the time).

“I’ll help where I can,” Nana offered, before adding, “but I’m not much of a seductress, more of a submissive slut.”

“I’ll let you know,” I nodded, before heading out, my unreleased balls still bubbling in my ball sack.

That night Mom, Nana and I had a second family threesome where I finally unloaded my delayed load in my mom’s ass, which led to Nana eagerly retrieving my load from her daughter’s asshole. I also watched a lengthy mom and daughter 69 as they brought each other off to multiple orgasms. Which, of course, got me hard again, so I unloaded a second evening load in Nana’s pussy, which Mom eagerly retrieved.

Elizabeth’s flight was coming in at 1pm and I made sure both Nana and Mom were dressed sexy: dresses, heels and thigh highs.

At the airport, Mom, Nana and I waited for Aunt Elizabeth to arrive… both Mom and Nana wearing coats of cum on their faces that were probably undetectable to anyone but me.

Mom and Nana were both wearing skirts, heels and nylons, very overdressed for an afternoon airport pick-up of a sister or daughter… both of them dressed as if picking up a lover before heading straight to a hotel for a back-in-the-saddle-again fuck session.

Aunt Elizabeth arrived, a good thirty minutes late and annoyed… dressed in jeans, a sweater and boots.

She saw Mom and Nana and looked perplexed as she reached us. She asked, “Why are you two dressed so extravagantly?”

Mom answered, “I always dress like this.”

Nana added, “And I didn’t want to look all shabby when we picked you up; not with Alexis looking so hot.”

“Did you just call your daughter hot?” Elizabeth asked, clearly surprised.

Nana nodded agreeably, “I think I produced two very hot daughters.”

Elizabeth looked even more confused at the strange compliment as she took a shot at my Mom, “Going through a mid-life crisis Alexis?”

“On the contrary, I’ve never felt sexier in my life,” Mom countered.

“Trying to find a man to replace James?” my aunt questioned accusatorily, sounding unmistakeably judgemental.

I couldn’t help it, and intervened, “She already has.”

“Really?” Aunt Elizabeth said, not impressed, only slightly less judgemental, “That was quick.”

Mom shrugged, “I’m a new woman.”

Nana added, “Enough sibling rivalry. Both of you are either divorced or in the process, so there should be no judging. We need to live for the now.”

“Yes, Mom,” Aunt Elizabeth nodded, before waiting for Mom to parrot the same thing… but she didn’t, which seemed to perturb Aunt Elizabeth. She didn’t say anything, just glared daggers at Mom, who noticed, but acted oblivious.

We retrieved her suitcases, two for a week-long trip, and headed home.

Once home, we chatted for a while about generic shit as I watched my aunt closely, listening to her tone and responses… which were often catty, including quite a few not-so-sly shots at my mom. Mom was demonstrating that she was a deft hand at selective blindness, or in this case, deafness. As far as anyone could tell, she had no idea her ‘loving’ sister was saying anything the least bit negative.

After listening in silence for a while and taking all this in, I asked Mom, “Would you like a massage?”

“I’d love one, Son,” Mom smiled, swinging her legs around on the couch so her feet landed in my lap.

As I took her nylon-clad feet in my hands, I glanced up to see that Elizabeth was shocked by such intimacy.

Nana, selectively blind herself, kept nattering on about her upcoming trip to Europe in February to visit friends, as I massaged Mom’s silky feet.

Aunt Elizabeth kept staring at what I was doing, as Mom’s hem crept up until Elizabeth also noticed Mom was wearing thigh highs. When Nana finally wound down, to Elizabeth’s obvious relief, although Mom and I hadn’t minded a bit, Elizabeth criticised, “Alexis, we can see the lace tops of your stockings.”

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