Loving Hot Family

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"That's 'cause I know I've made you the happiest girl in the world."
At this point mother and daughter just couldn't hold back. They were drawn toward each other in a
loving embrace. And when they surged into the hug, their mouths aimed for a passionate kiss to
celebrate their lesbian awakening, the link between their fucked assholes finally gave way, snapping at
the middle.
"Gee, the fucking's over," Julia Winslow sighed as she realized they were no longer sharing the
candle-turned-cock.
"No, it's not, Mom. 'Cause today is just the beginning for me and you."
"Oh, baby you say the sweetest things."
"Only 'cause they're true, Mom."
And then mother and daughter shared that kiss they'd been heading for when the candle broke, closer to
one another than ever before.
Chapter 5
Now they were talking instead of sucking and fucking. But Amy had made up her mind that it would be
just as meaningful as when they were having sex. There was more than one way to let it all hang out, and
after the extraordinary trip they'd taken together, Amy didn't see how her mother and she could afford to
keep anything secret from each other.
So, as they cuddled in bed, she said, "Tell you what, Mom, I'll let you in on my secrets if you let me
know yours."
"Like, uh, what?" Julia Winslow hesitantly replied.
"Wanna find out about the boy who took my cherry, don't you?"
Her mother predictably nodded. "But what do you expect from me in return? What kind of secret?"
"Simple," Amy answered. "Just curious who you've been sleeping with since you divorced daddy, that's
all."
"And what makes you think-"
"Mom, a woman as horny as you are has to be getting it steady from somebody," Amy said simply.
"No, I couldn't tell you that," Julia resisted.
"Then you'll never find out how I stopped being a virgin."
"Oh, I want to know, I really do," Julia sincerely said. "What mother wouldn't want to know about her
only daughter? But, still, that's just you and some boy. And what you want me to tell you about is who
I've been fucking-well, it's more than just me and some ordinary man. I don't think you're ready to hear
it."
"Maybe you'll change your mind, Mom," Amy countered, "after you hear what I have to tell you about
who popped my cherry. He was not just some ordinary boy, not by a long shot."
But Julia still hedged, caught in a tug-of-war between what she yearned to know about her daughter and
what she'd have to reveal in return.
"I'll make you a deal, Mom. An offer you can't refuse. When I tell you who fucked me, I'll leave it up to
you if it's worth you telling me who's been fucking you. You decide and that'll be that."
How could Julia pass on that? So she nodded in agreement but warned, "Don't forget, though, I'm not
promising anything."
"Just listen for now, Mom, that's all I ask."
"Okay ... go on."
Amy paused to build up the suspense a little bit more. "I lost my cherry right here at home, Mom."
"A boy from school?"
"Yes, but more than that."
"What do you mean?"
"He was here all along. Right here at home in the first place, so I didn't have to go out looking when I
was ready for my first pussyful of cock."
"I don't think I understand ..."
"Sure you do, Mom. I've given you all the pieces of the puzzle, just put them together and you'll get the
picture."
Julia Winslow temporarily turned away and shook her head, as if she were trying to shake what her
daughter had told her from her mind. But Amy had already dropped too many hints. So then Julia turned
back and forced herself to confront what seemed so shockingly obvious.
"Y-you mean?" she muttered.
"You tell me what you think I mean, Mom," Amy challenged. "Who fucked me, Mom?"
Julia Winslow took the deepest breath of her life. "St-Steve," she choked.
Amy nodded in admission. "Now, are you ready to tell me who's been fucking you, Mom?"
Julia's nostrils flared, as though she could smell what was in the air.
"Y-you know ... already know, don't you? Knew all along!"
Amy nodded again. "I saw you and Uncle Thad, Mom, I saw him fucking you. That's where I got the
idea of going after Stevie. If your own brother was good enough for you, then I figured mine was good
enough for me!"
"And," Julia then gulped, "What now?"
"Believe it or not, I never thought about that until right this second," Amy honestly answered. "I'm starting
to get some ideas real fast, though."
"Y-yes?"
"Well, Mom, since we're in this together, the way I see it ..."
* * *
Julia Winslow still couldn't quite believe she'd let her daughter talk her into this. But that was just on the
one hand. On the other hand, Julia would have been guilty of lying to herself had she tried to deny that
she was looking intensely forward to it. After all, down deep, didn't every mother have a secret fantasy
about what it would be like to ...
"Oh, hi, Stevie!" she said, interrupting her steamy thoughts to greet her son when he walked through the
front door, home from school.
He was surprised to see her. "How come you're not at work, Mom?"
"Backache," Julia answered. "Maybe you could help me out with it. Think you could give me a nice, long
rubdown?"
Stevie shrugged with agreement as his mother went over to the couch.
Getting in position for a massage, she stretched out on her stomach. Joining her, Stevie sat on the edge
of the couch and placed his hands on her shoulder blades.
"Under my blouse," she sighed, "against my skin."
Stevie felt kind of funny about pulling her blouse out of her slacks, like in a way he was undressing her.
Then, when he touched her bare flesh and realized she wasn't wearing a bra, he was even more
self-conscious. But it was hardly the type of thing he could discuss with his own mother, so he started
rubbing her as though nothing were bothering him.
"Down lower, sweetie," Julia told him. "Around my waist."
"Uh, your slacks'll be kinda in the way if I rub down that far, Mom," Stevie nervously noted.
"No problem ..."
Julia unsnapped the slacks, wriggling her hips out of them so the crack of her ass partially showed. She
wasn't, her staring son now realized, wearing panties either. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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