The Erotic Kin - Master Collection (The Erotic Kin Master Collection) (5 page)

The next thing I heard was my pants being unzipped, and the next thing I felt was Amber’s mouth on my shaft, which had gotten to its full eight-inch length just by watching the scene below. I then looked down at Amber, who looked up at me, unhooked her bra from the front and started rubbing her breasts with one hand while her other hand cupped my eggs. I then turned my head back down to the scene below. My mom now had stopped orally pleasing Steve, and she gently pushed Steve in the chest so he sat on the sofa, his shaft looking like a little flagpole in his lap. The guys in the room kept watching and talking, while their girlfriends now were all on their knees in front of their boyfriends, starting to unzip their pants.

I now had the arousing sensation of seeing my mom about to straddle a young man, along with the smell of Amber’s cinnamon-tinted perfume, plus the feeling of her slightly cold fingers on my eggs and her warm mouth and tongue washing every inch of me. I closed my eyes for a second and sighed softly as Amber gently ministered to me orally I looked down at her and her green eyes smiled at me as half my length was enveloped by her soft lips. She was so innocent, but looked so naughty just then. I twitched, and she sighed in approval.

The next thing I saw as I looked downstairs was my mom in a reverse-cowgirl position, moving her body up and down Steve’s manhood. Steve had his head back, eyes closed, with his hands on either side of my mom’s waist. She rested her hands on Steve’s thighs and she powered herself up and down on him, occasionally looking back to see Steve’s reactions. Steve would moan, and a devilish little smile would come across my mom’s face; it was a look I hadn’t seen on her before. I then watched as she talked dirty to Steve. “That’s it, Steve,” she would say. “You need to do a woman to be a real man. I’m welcoming you to manhood. You feel so good, Steve. I have wanted you inside me for a while, Steve. I want to feel you. Ohhhh yesssss.”

And that was the most I could print here. The rest of it was just too graphic even for this. Plus, I felt weird even writing that much because
it’s my mom!

Steve would moan at each mention of his name, and hearing my mom say such things inexplicably got me more aroused inside Amber’s mouth. I looked back at her, and she was getting so turned on by what she heard that for the first time with me, she started playing with herself while she was orally pleasing me. I saw her hand inside her panties and her fingers looked like they were moving in a circular motion. She sighed and moved her head back and forth on my length, not more forcefully and with a quicker pace. I felt my eggs tighten up and a small, warm fluid sensation began at the base of me.

I looked down again and I saw Steve’s face contorted while my mom’s head was tossed back with loud moans coming from her mouth. I glanced around them in the room, and I saw every guy watching my mom while every girlfriend had their boyfriends in their mouths. Just a few seconds later, I heard Steve say, “Oh god here it comes,” followed shortly thereafter by, "Give it to me baby! Aaaahhhhhhhh!” I actually watched as my mom reached a climax. She yelled and trembled as she stopped moving, instead squatted down on Steve as far as possible and was shifting her hips back and forth over his lap. Steve then grunted loudly through gritted teeth and pushed his hips up into my mom and yelled, apparently releasing himself into my mom. I guess my mom felt his milk because she cooed and sighed and softly said to Steve, “Fill me up.”

Well that was all I could take. I looked down at Amber, and she was pleasuring me at a pace and aggressiveness I hadn’t felt before. I saw her hand wiggle inside her panties and she was sighing a little more loudly. I then felt my fluid begin to back up behind my top. The dam was about to break.

With one little thrust of my hips, I pushed my entire length as far as possible into Amber mouth, grunted once quickly through my teeth, but then threw caution to the wind.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssss!” I yelled as my shaft exploded, sending what felt like a fire-hose flood of my warm milk deep into Amber’s mouth and down her throat. She almost gagged at first, but then took it all, humming to get me to feel vibrations as I emptied myself into her. She casually shivered and trembled as she cleaned me with her mouth, before falling back on her butt.

My mom looked up at the landing. “You’re welcome, honey,” she said.

“Thank you for a great party, Mom,” I said. “You are quite the hostess.”

“And I think I have a favorite guest,” she said. “You’re welcome back anytime, Steve,” she said over the din of guys moaning and girls sighing with manhoods in their mouths.

Let’s just say Steve became a very good friend of the family.

I am a lucky guy to be in a house with two very attractive women. It has taken me a while to recognize this, but I truly am grateful.

How did I come to this realization, when I didn’t know it before as it was right in front of me? Well, I’m glad you asked. If you’ll allow me to tell a story, you just might understand better how I became just slow, not dumb or blind.

I am Richard, a forty-six-year-old attorney who looks much better in clothes than out of them. However, a few months ago I married my second wife, a thirty-nine-year-old blonde, Amanda, who stands five-foot-six and has two kids – eighteen-year-old daughter Meredith and fourteen-year-old daughter Courtney. Amanda does not have the body that shows two kids – she has long legs, a slender twenty-six-inch waist and size thirty-two breasts that I just love. And she has been amazing in bed, too – always a nice benefit to help me feel younger – so that she is constantly thought to be in her twenties. I think of her as my trophy wife! But don’t tell her I said that.

I met Amanda five years ago and was smitten from the start. It took a while, in fact, for me to meet her daughters – I didn’t know she was married before or that she even had kids until I had dated her about a year. But I found Meredith and Courtney to be very smart, sweet and civic-minded. Amanda was doing a great job raising her daughters, despite being a single mom since Courtney was just three years old. The two daughters were like their mom in that they were kind of “nerdy,” both big bookworms who wore glasses. But, one day I would find that at least one of them was selling herself short as a feminine figure.

I came home from work this one day and immediately stepped into the house, calling out, “Hello, I’m home,” and I would hear, “In here, honey.” My lovely wife was sitting on the sofa in the living room, in a familiar position – her nose in a book. She had thin-rimmed glasses and today was wearing a tight white T-shirt and tight straight-leg jeans. She was lounging on the sofa, leaning on an elbow on the armrest, her legs lying across the sofa, knees bent at a thirty-degree angle and her sexy bare feet showing.

I slowly walked into the living room, got on my knees and gently sucked and kissed Amanda’s toes. I looked up at her, and she didn’t lift her eyes from the book but she did smile broadly, then giggled.

“Hello, sexy,” I said, moving up to kiss her.

“Hey yourself,” Amanda said, pulling me by the chin into her and we kissed on the lips.

“How was work?” she asked.

“Work,” I said.

“Well, hopefully you haven’t worked too hard,” she said, putting the book down. “Because I feel like there might be some more work for you to do tonight.” She smiled and sighed. I knew what that meant; she was ready to try getting pregnant and having my child. We had this discussion recently, though I had essentially been trying all along for the last several months. I had a thirteen-year-old son from my first marriage, but he died in a car crash three years ago, and I told Amanda when we were dating that I felt it was important for me to have more children.

“Well, after one of your delicious meals, I think I will have the energy to go to bed early with you and do whatever work you want me to do,” I smiled, kissing her deeply, then lowered my voice in case her daughters were nearby. “Are you sure about this?”

Amanda looked at me with her bright chocolate eyes. “I’ve only been more sure of one thing in my life, and that was saying ‘I do’ to you,” she said. “I am ready, and it makes me very horny thinking about it.”

I kissed her deeply again. “Good thing it’s Friday; we can take as long as we need to tonight,” She smiled and winked.

“I’m going to hold you to that, lover,” she said.

“What’s up with the girls?” I asked, trying to keep myself from staying on that topic and mounting her right then and there.

“Courtney is at softball practice, and Meredith said she had a lot of homework to do upstairs,” Amanda said. “I’ll get started on dinner and call you down in a while.”

“Great,” I said, kissing her on the lips again before walking up the stairs to our bedroom. As I got halfway up the stairs, I saw a small stack of school books sitting on a step near the top of the staircase. They looked like Meredith’s.

Hmmm, seems to me that these books would be important to complete a bunch of homework
, I thought.
This is not a place to store books. She knows she has a desk for this.
I rolled my eyes and continued up the stairs.

I got to the top of the stairs and was passing Meredith’s bedroom door on my way to the master bedroom.  Meredith’s door was cracked open about four inches. From this vantage point, one could see Meredith sitting at her desk like she always would when she was doing homework. I did see her Apple desktop computer was on and something was happening. It appeared to be some sort of video streaming. Curiosity getting the better of me, I got a little closer to the door and slowly pushed it open ever so slightly.

Just as I was about to call Meredith’s name, I saw her foot at the edge of the bed. It looked very much like her mom’s foot, and it was positioned as if Meredith was laying on her back and not her stomach, as would be expected when doing homework. Now that I knew Meredith was on her bed, I moved my head to get a better view of her room and what she was doing. I inched the door open a little more and turned my head so my temple leaned against the doorjamb. I saw dark red curtains on the window, a medium-blue paint job on the walls, a maple desk and saw a dark red comforter on the bed. And I saw Meredith lying on the comforter – like I hadn’t seen her before.

She had her head propped up on a couple of yellow throw pillows. Her head was pointed toward her computer screen like she was watching something. But also, I saw her white T-shirt pulled up just under her chest, exposing a flat, bare midriff. Her glasses were off and sitting on her nightstand, her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I also saw Meredith’s hands inside her jeans. The jeans were unfastened, and it appeared that she had one hand holding her white panties away from her body, with the other hand appearing to move in a circular motion inside her pants. I then watched as she arched her back slightly and put her head back and breathed heavily, making her breasts heave.

Now, Meredith was five-foot-seven and had a cute body and was smart, but although she was eighteen, I had never really thought of her as a woman – until now, watching her playing with herself. I turned my eyes momentarily away from Meredith’s surprisingly beautiful body to see what was on the computer screen.

Let’s just say, I never knew she had a boyfriend before. At least, someone who
acted
like a boyfriend would act when he was alone on a webcam with a girl.

I saw Skype was on, which meant Meredith was projecting into the webcam perched on top of her computer monitor. Her body was on one side of the screen, and on the other side I saw the torso and genitals of a guy, whose face was out of camera range. The guy was on camera, using his right hand to manipulate himself, which was pointing straight out from his body, framed by a thick mane of hair and seemed to be at least eight inches long with a light purple head. Then I heard from the computer a guy’s voice, “Oh Mary, you look so hot. I’m getting so turned on.”

Then I heard Meredith say, “Oh baby, you look so big. I can almost feel you in me.”  I then turned my head just in time to see her moan, roll her eyes back into her head and bite her lower lip as he rubbed herself in a circular motion.

“Now I want to see you naked,” said the male voice.

Meredith sat up in bed, facing the camera. She pulled her T-shirt up over her head, dropping the shirt on the floor. She then unhooked her lacy white, size thirty-two bra from the front, pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She then rubbed her chest and pinched her bright pink nipples.

“Do you like this?” Meredith asked the male voice.

“Oh yeah,” said the voice. “As a stepdaughter, you are very bad. As your stepdad, I will have to punish you.”

Stepdad?
I thought, shocked, but also suddenly quite aroused.