MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER Part 2 - Sex Stories

MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER Part 2

... disappoint me after she motioned for me undo the zip at the back of her dress and tongue kissed me as she stepped out of her dress while my mother watched on. I lacked the confidence to tell Lola her gorgeous big ass and the beautifully trimmed hair on her cunt lips, both framed by her garter belt were an absolute turn on for me.

“You really are a big boy, huge,” she smiled as she dropped my jeans over my ankles and stroked my erection poking out of my jock strap.

“You are not a boy any more, so fuck me long and hard, from behind with your hands grasping my ass.” Lola whispered as she lay on her side on my mother’s bed, while my mother watched. She was incredibly agitated as she watched me slide my rock hard, thick, ten-inch erection into her sister. My mother was making strange, hissing noises as she watched me kissing her sister while fucking her.

“That is so good, we should have done this before Lola,” my mother whispered as she and her sister were kissing with the tips of their tongues as I increased the tempo of my fucking. “Harder, fuck her harder, I love the noise, and I love watching my boy fucking my sister with his big, thick cock, harder, harder, harder.”

That night my mother and I and I were in the bath together as she washed me, with special attention to my flaccid cock. “You know by now I would love love to fuck you, but that would be very naughty. You also know I love a challenge, especially a sexually exciting one, so do you. My new challenge is ...

... to give you your second orgasm for the day. Which would you prefer, a hand job or a blow job? Or a combination?

“So pleased you chose a combination. Would you like my sister to visit us again next week? Perhaps you would like to watch her eat me, tongue fuck me? Or me eat her, tongue fuck her while she sucks your cock?”

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. These days I live in Sydney, Australia and work as a high-end gigolo or male escort (far more subtle than male prostitute) for an exclusive agency that provides for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.

Ten years ago I was still very naive in matters sexual, though even then I realised my cock was much larger than other boys my age when comparing in the locker rooms of my sporting team mates. Boys will be boys and a number of them made lewd and suggestive, though flattering comments about my equipment.

A little while after my nineteenth birthday Lola found a reason to come stay with us for a week. Then I commenced spending my weekends at Lola’s condo, from Friday night until early Monday mornings. She taught me how to trim her pubes before she trimmed mine every Friday night as foreplay. “Less is more.”

Every Monday night my mother would ask me what her sister and I did over the the weekend. “Did she give you a blow job? How many times did you fuck her? ...