Meeting Charley's Family Part 2 - Sex Stories

Meeting Charley's Family Part 2

After my visit to Charley’s home, I was certain I would get an invitation back after all the hospitality her mother gave me and her sister Amanda’s suggestive hug. Three weeks later, and it was only Charley that I met every school day at college. She invited me over to her house for a study discussion, and that was my chance to make yet another return to that house. I could not pass that up. The last time I was there, my mind was opened to all the possibilities future in laws can hold in store for a horny guy like me. I arrived early, hoping to find Martha home alone, and I let myself in. I called for Charley and Amanda but got no response. I resorted to going through the photo frames sprayed out in the living room. While I went through the framed photos, I saw one of Martha when she was still young, her background was the construction of a monumental structure in the near by town. It placed her not less than forty-three years old. It wasn’t adding up, and according to what I had gathered, she was nine years younger than this time in history. Was she older than what Charley told me? Why would she lie to me about her mother's age? Did I hear Charley wrong? Forty-four instead of thirty-four years old? My head was in a whirl spin. I was brought back to reality by approaching footsteps. When I turned around to see whose it was, I almost lost my eye balls as Amanda emerged all stark naked. Without noticing me, she bent over to pick her shoes at the dining area, and I got a good ...

... glimpse at her sweet, pink, teen mound. I was glued to the view I was given, and as she turned to leave, I turned back quickly so as not be found peeking. In the process I knocked a flower vase off the shelf. Thanks to my motor skills, I quickly grabbed it back in place before it fell. As I calmed down from the heat of the moment, I realized a human presence near me. Amanda had run quickly into the room, and she was very close to me in her bath day suit. The silence lingered for a moment. I tried hard not to turn because I knew what I would find. A hot, naked teenager, and that would not be good for my stubborn cock. “How long have you been here?” I heard her ask from behind me. “Not been here long, Charley invited me over for a discussion,” I responded. “Well, she is not around. Just me and you,” she said with a calm tone. “Then I should be running,” was all I could muster. How could I say such a thing, yet all I wanted to do was stay and fuck my girlfriend’s sister? “Well you should turn and give me a hug before you leave,” she said with genuine need for the hug in her voice, like her life depended on it. “I cannot, dear, you are naked,” I replied. “So are you saying am not as hot as my sister? Yet I saw you checking out my ass when I walked in,” she said with a disgruntled tone. Then, before I knew it, she ran away. I followed her to apologize. I entered her room and found her all sprayed out on her bed, naked, while crying in the pillow. I did not know how to apologize to ...