Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV

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My aunt came around and moved behind my grandmother, caressing her mother’s bare breasts. My grandmother closed her eyes as my aunt whispered softly into her ear. Her fingertips found my grandmother’s nipples and flitted across them as she made soft hissing sounds. My grandmother reached back and ran her fingers softly through my aunt’s hair, turning and hissing into her ear in return. My aunt smiled at me as a rush of tingles coursed through my body.

They turned to face each other and continued their caresses, seeming to forget me completely. My aunt softly blew air across my grandmother’s breasts, while my grandmother caressed her hair with her fingertips. They both purred.

Their lips met – almost, stopping just a fraction of a centimeter apart, then brushing against each other. They repeated this several times, before my grandmother lowered her face to my aunt’s breasts and breathed across them.

A feather appeared in my grandmother’s hand. My aunt’s eyes got wide. She pulled off her bra and thong, then lay down on the bed, face up. My grandmother began at my aunt’s toes and worked upwards, dragging the feather across her skin, which flushed at the touch. When the feather reached the junction between her legs, my aunt spread them slightly, allowing my grandmother to drag the feather up across them, back down the top of a thigh, then back up between her legs – only to repeat the process on the opposite thigh. She did this several times before lifting the ...

... feather and running it across her tongue. She slipped the feather between my aunt’s breasts, made several loops across each, and tingled her nipples. My aunt’s purrs and moans filled the room.

I was mesmerized. They caressed, purred, and occasionally moaned in pleasure. I was rock hard but didn’t want to stroke for fear of interrupting the tingling magic that had overtaken them – me - entire room.

My grandmother ran the feather across my aunt’s face and neck, then lifted it, turned to me, and ran it down along her own breasts, her own slit and down her legs. When she bent over to caress her feet, my aunt sat up on the bed and caressed my grandmother’s ass with her fingertips, blowing her warm breath across her exposed slit.

They both slowly arose and turned to me. My grandmother indicated the bed. I complied and lay face up on the bed as ordered.

Before I realized what had happened, they had slipped cuffs on both my wrists, chaining me to the bed. I was about to protest, but my aunt put a finger across my lips and winked.

My aunt positioned herself near my head and softly caressed my scalp, my face, my neck, barely touching the skin. She dragged her hair across my face, neck and shoulders. She hovered her breasts over my mouth just long enough for me to get a slight taste, before pulling them back and giving me a very soft, gentle kiss on the lips. She blew into my ears first one, then the other, then the first.

Meanwhile my grandmother started at my feet with ...