The Shame Game - Sex Stories

The Shame Game

... 'No, I'll sleep with cum all over me tonight and shower in the morning.' my Mom smiled and began pushing herself up, 'Come on, let's go to bed.' I got to my feet and helped Mom pulled Aunt Caz to hers, Mom picked up their dresses and underwear as Caz steadied herself. There was a moment when all three of us was standing and allowing what had happened to sink in. We were all naked and with slightly dopey smiles on our faces, Aunt Caz was the first to move towards the lounge door, 'Don't get too big headed,' she said to me, 'Once I'm warmed up it'll be you who can't move afterwards.' Mom and I both watched her head towards the stairs, I reached over and put a hand on my Mom's backside, she looked at me with those eyes and then looked away, I wasn't going to be playing the shame game any more and took her in my arms. We embraced for a moment before I kissed her on the shoulder, my hands slid back down to her ass as she brought her head up and met my lips. We spent a few moments kissing before I started kissing her neck, I was starting to get aroused again and I think she could feel it, because she broke away from our embrace and slowly shook her. 'No more, not tonight.' she ...

... said before turning away and heading out of the lunge and to the stairs. A half smile appeared on my face and I then walked out of the room, but going into the kitchen to get a drink. I flicked the light on and almost died of a heart attack when I saw Annabelle stood at the sink, wearing a pair of hot pants and a bra. 'You're disgusting.' she told me, she walked passed me and towards the stairs, I looked back at her and caught sight of her ass, it looked almost as good as the cleavage she was carrying in that tight blue bra. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back at me, 'You fucked your own mother?' she whispered. 'Step-mother,' I corrected her. 'That makes no difference,' she shot back at me, 'She's your mother!', I had no other reply than to shrug my shoulders, and then I caught her glancing down at my half-hard penis. 'Don't worry,' I told her, 'You'll be thanking me tomorrow, your Mom is going to be in a really good mood.' Annabelle had a look of disgust on her face as she turned and went upstairs, and as I opened the refrigerator to get a drink I wondered how long she had been there watching. And if she was that disgusted, why hadn't she interjected?