MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER Part 2 - Sex Stories

MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER Part 2

... Which way? How long for? Did she ask about me?”

One of the most exciting nights was when Lola invited my mother, her older sister around. A while ago while she was giving me a combined hand job and blow job I wondered if she was teasing me when she asked, “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 had often suspected they were lovers and they were very exciting. A huge sexual learning curve for me the first time I watched her tongue fucking my mother while I masturbated.

It was almost inevitable that I learnt Lola was bi. The first woman we shared, a girl my age, was a revelation for me on a Saturday night.

The sexual tension between Lola and I increased a few notches when she asked me if I was bi-curious. “You are so good looking, so virile and incredibly well hung, there are scores of men out there who would pay lots of money just to give you a blow job. Have you ever had a blow job from another man? You must have been propositioned?”

“No, I have never had a blow job from another man, though lots of propositions. The idea of another man giving me a blow job has some appeal for me. Do you think there are men out there who would pay money just to give me a blow job?,” I asked naively.

Little did I realise then, a ten-years later I would make a lucrative career as a male gigolo providing specialist services to mostly older, wealthy women, often with their man in tow who wanted to ...

... share me. My rules were the men could give me a blow job, nothing more or extra. as long as their lady watched.

“Felix is due here at eight,” Lola told me as she handed me ten, crisp, $100 bills. “He didn’t hesitate when I told him I insisted on watching and the rate was $100 an inch. “Is he really ten-inches?,” he asked. “Yes and thick, just a boy, fifteen years younger than you,” I told him as I showed him some pics of you on the phone.

“In case you are wondering what to wear for your first professional engagement, I purchased this for you, this sexiest, black, jock strap in the men’s boutique. “The boy in the boutique asked who the lucky man was. Two men actually, I teased as his imagination ran riot,” Lola told me as she oiled my torso, ass and then my balls and cock, before she helped me on with the new crotch-less jock strap, did up the clip at the side, then helped me put on a short black, sleeveless, silk shirt without any buttons. “You look hot, you have the makings of male gigolo,” Lola told me.

“Hi Felix, Michael is in the next room, come through. He has been looking forward to your visit. Is he what you expected and want?,” Lola teased as she slowly removed my shirt for him.

“Yes, magnificent, I have waited my whole life for a thick, ten-inch erection for my sexual gratification,” he gasped as I stood with my back to a wall as Lola sat on a stool to the side and watched him lick and suck my nipples before he hungrily devoured my erection.

Lola had ...