Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV

... the feather, working her way up the inside of my thighs. When she reached my pulsating cock she ran the feather up it twice, then moved up my chest and across my nipples. She ran it along my side, along my arm, and back to my leg, and back to my cock, where she stroked the feather upwards and off the tip, then placed it back against my balls, stroking it again up the shaft and off the tip. She repeated this over and over.

Pre-come dribbled down my cock.

My aunt’s whispering in my ears had resolved into words as she went back and forth between right and left, dragging her blonde hair across my face and head with each pass. In my right ear she whispered words like “love”, “desire”, “passion” and in my left she whispered words like “cock”, “cunt”, “fuck”. Every few passes she would lean forward and brush her breasts across my face. I reached up with my tongue but was only ever granted the briefest taste of flesh before the alternating words began again.

“. . . whore . . . devotion . . . sodomy . . . trust . . .”

My cock was throbbing and tingling all at once. My grandmother pressed two fingers softly against the base, bent over, and with a wide open mouth just inches from the tip, blew across it. I groaned. My aunt stopped her whispering, drew her hair across my face, then hovered her breasts over my mouth. I could barely make my tongue reach the tip of her nipple. I flicked it across the tip, greedily.

My ...

... grandmother continued her breathes across my cock, holding her open mouth she slipped it down so that the tip was inside but her lips weren’t touching the head or the sides. She blew out a hot, wet breath and I felt like I was going to explode. She closed her lips for just a second right below the base of the head.

She moved up and flicked the very tip of her tongue right behind my cock’s head, repeatedly, taking me beyond sanity. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have release.

“Please,” I whispered, almost cried, “please let me come . . . “

My grandmother closed her lips and slid them all they way down my cock to the base. Once more, twice more, and I unloading everything I had across her face and massive chest. I groaned. I felt like I was coming an ocean.

My aunt licked every drop off of her mother’s body.

My aunt and grandmother got up silently, uncuffed me, and picked up their outfits. I propped myself up on my elbows.

“That was wonderful,” I said. “But what the fuck is this all about? Earlier today you were pointing a gun at me, now you give me a tingle-fuck. What’s going on?”

“Tonight, we had to make sure you were fully functional,” my grandmother said. “The rest will all become clear tomorrow.”

Before I could ask any more questions, they slipped out of the room and I lay naked on the bed, my cock still throbbing, my scalp still pulsating, my brain utterly puzzled...

TO BE CONTINUED...