Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part II - Sex Stories

Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part II

... the entire wall move as she fucked herself on his cock. Dad started thrusting too and saying how good it was. I think he came and then he said it was my turn again. My dick was all hard again, so I poke it through the hole and the next thing I know, the woman grabs my cock and puts it inside her.” The more I listened to my brother's story, the more it started to bug me. It sounded suspiciously much like the experience I had with mom. Too much to be purely coincidental. Both our parents had been more than eager to exploit the hole and to have us involved. In both our adventures there happened to be someone in the other stall that was just as eager to participate. It was beginning to look more and more like it was one big set-up. My brother was oblivious to any of this, he was still going on and on about the woman he fucked. “I couldn't move much, because of the wall, but what she did was awesome, I never felt anything like it and I think she came again, because her pussy began to squeeze and then I came too and I shot it all inside her. Man, I never done that before! But she didn't stop fucking, she kept going until she couldn't take it anymore and then she sucked me until I came again, in her mouth. After that we were all kind of tired and then we had also ran out of coins, so we quickly rinsed off and got dressed. I told dad I wanted to go see who it was, but he said I couldn't” “You couldn't? Why not?” “He said the women only did this because it was anonymous, and we had ...

... to respect that, because if we didn't, they wouldn't do it anymore.” “Well, that makes sense. So that's why you don't know who it was?” “Exactly” “Then what happened?” “Nothing, really. We went home and waited for you and mom. You know the rest” There was one thing that bugged me more than anything else. There were eight or ten stalls in the women's showers, so presumably also in the men's part. Yet, both Nick and I had ended up in the only ones with the hole. It was like they had guided us deliberately to the showers with the hole, as if they had known it beforehand. Wait a minute, didn't mom go to that stall on our first day? “Do you think dad had a reason to choose that particular stall?” “I don't know, they all looked the same to me. Why?” “Oh, nothing really” But why would they want to have us involved too? If they wanted to fuck a stranger in the shower, wouldn't they better go alone? While it wasn't unthinkable mom might have wanted to teach me a thing or two, Nick surely didn't need any coaching. There were lots of girls willing to fuck him, and apparently he did. Dad had nothing to complain about either; mom was ready to fuck him day and night. Come to think of it, where exactly was mom during all this? With a shock it suddenly all made sense. All the little pieces of the puzzle fit together. Mom had explicitly sent me back to the caravan alone, thereby making sure she would be on her own and able to do whatever she wanted. Or rather, whoever she wanted, The mystery ...