Collisions - Sex Stories

Collisions

... confusion. "I'm sorry?" "Well, you basically raped me, but what's done is done. Are you satisfied?" "Oh, um..." I mutter as my cheeks flush, "well... No. I still want you." I avert my eyes shyly. She hooks a finger under my chin and promptly brings my eyes back to hers. I'm surprised to see that her anger has suddenly evaporated and is replaced by a look of understanding. "I'm certainly not happy about what you did, and I don't remember much about last night... But I do remember that before I passed out..." Oh goodness, does she remember the sex? Is she disgusted? Ashamed or herself? Worse? "I had some of the craziest, best sex I've ever had." My jaw literally drops. Then mom's hand flies to her mouth as we both hear someone quietly exclaim outside the door, "What the fuck?!" Gary's POV: Tabitha and Amanda both hurriedly shush me following my exclamation. But they heard it too! My little sister and mom... Had sex? What the fuck?? I nearly shout in surprise when the door swings open. I do fall backwards onto my ass, landing in a tangled heap with Tabitha and Amanda, both of whom had thrown on their underwear. We must've looked pretty shameless, all three of us in next to no clothing. "H-h-how long have you been there?" my mom stutters nervously. It's the first time I've ever seen her look so scared of me. Or rather what I might've heard. "Long enough Mom. C'mon, let's all talk." A few minutes later, all five of us sit downstairs at the dining table, fully clothed. An ...

... uncomfortable silence hangs over the table. I decide to copy Tabitha for once. "Alright, elephant in the room. So Mom, you and Cynthia had sex." Eek. That sounds so fucking weird out loud. "Uh... Kind of..." she mutters awkwardly. "I got her drunk!" Cynthia blurts loudly. She blushes deeply and shrinks into herself a little bit. "Alright... And as Cynthia discovered this morning, I had a three way with Tabitha and my new... Friend...? Amanda." My mom's eyebrows shoot up and Cynthia actually smirks proudly. Amanda flushes, but her eyes never stray from my face. Tabitha just sits calmly, taking in the conversation. "Well. My little boy is certainly adventurous." "Not so little actually," Tabitha says with a slight smirk. I note with slight pride but a lot more discomfort that every pair of eyes at the table, even my mom's, shifts towards my lap. I awkwardly close my legs. Amanda and Tabitha look disappointed, my mother looks curious, and I swear I thought I just saw Cynthia lick her lips. I shake my head to clear it, I must've imagined it. "So, uh... Mom, Cynthia," I address them, breaking the spell of them staring at my crotch, "what exactly are you two going to do?" At this, they both glance nervously at each other then to me. "Gary, I know this is wildly inappropriate to ask, but what do you think we should do?" my mother asks. "Uh... Well, let's see... Did you both uh... Enjoy it?" I ask in an awkward start-stop manner of speaking. "I loved every second of it," Cynthia replies ...