Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part II - Sex Stories

Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part II

... brother was even hunkier than dad, so having sex with him would be even better. “Yes, I think I would too” “Wanna do it now?” he finally asked. I didn't know whether he was kidding me or if he was serious, but my pussy was screaming “Yes, yes, yes!” while my brain yelled “No”. As much as I hated it, my brain won again. “No, mom and dad might hear us. We mustn't let them know and spoil their fun” He didn't push it and not much later, I finally fell asleep, dreaming sweet dreams of forbidden lust. Mom and dad had no activities planned for the next day, so Nick and I had a rare and welcome opportunity to stay in bed all morning and have our breakfast while our parents had their lunch. After all the food was gone and we had cleared the table, mom told me she had gone out for groceries this morning and had a present for me in her bedroom. As she said this, she gave me another one of her playful winks, Her behavior spiked my curiosity, so I quickly walked to the bedroom to see what it was. On the queen sized bed was laid out a tiny black bikini. “You didn't think I'd forget, did you?” I heard my mother say behind me. Actually, I was the one who had forgotten all about it. “Go on, try it on” mom said as she closed the door. I could feel her stand close behind me. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. Her hands slid over my stomach as she did so. There was no need for doing so, she touched me because she wanted it, and I let her. I moaned softly as her hands ...

... slid higher, cupping my bra-clad breasts. I turned around, my face now inches from hers. The sexual tension was almost palpable. Instead of kissing me, she unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. Without any hesitation, she then untied my shorts and pushed them down as well, together with my panties. I was now completely naked in mom's arms. Her hands were on my ass and her juicy lips so close to mine. I could see the lust burning in her eyes. I moved forward and pressed my lips against hers. We kissed again like two lovers, hungry and passionate. Minutes later we broke up. Kissing a woman was much different from kissing a boy, but no less exciting or pleasurable. I still dreamed of boys and cocks, but I was becoming more and more curious about girls and pussy. I didn't get the chance to explore my feelings at that moment, as mom stepped back and picked up the bikini top. She fitted the tiny black triangles over my breasts and tied the straps behind my back. Then she tied the pieces of string that held the bottom part together and flattened the smooth fabric over my mound with her index finger. For a moment she let her finger linger on my pussy, gently rubbing back and forth between my lips. “There, you look good enough to eat” she said. “Then why don't you?” I whispered, surprising even myself. Without speaking, mom pulled the knot on my panties and let the minuscule piece of cloth fall on the floor. Then she laid me down on the bed and kissed her way down my stomach. ...