The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... all adults,” Melanie continued, “wrong to let them know that they have a whole world of pleasure available to them, and wrong for them to learn about it with two people who love them, instead of getting into some of the...situations we did?” She was stroking his cock harder now. “When you put it that way, it doesn't sound so bad,” he said, but still sounded uncertain, “What if we're wrong, though? What if Stephanie is just a tease, and likes it that way. What if she thinks it disgusting to do anything else?” Melanie stuck her tongue in his mouth and jerked his big dick. After a second she pulled off his lips and said, “Honey, that girl is so horny she's about to burst, trust me. She's got a serious daddy complex, and if she can't get what she wants from you, you can bet that eventually she'll go find some dirty old man to do it for you. And you know what else? The whole time, she'll be thinking about you,” “I don't know, Mel,” he said, his breath raspy, “Do you really think that's what it is?” “Baby,” she assured him, “I think it's time some things started changing in this family, and all of the kids are adults now. They're good kids, and we love them. There's nothing wrong with love, right?” John agreed. It was hard to disagree with a woman who was stroking your cock so expertly. “As long as we're divulging all of our secrets and hidden desires,” he said, “there's one more thing...” “Mmmm, what's that?” “Mike saw us, this morning,” he said, “he walked into the kitchen while ...

... you were...cleaning up the table,” he grinned ruthlessly, reaching up to fondle his wife's beautiful tits. Melanie gasped, her voice a hushed whisper as she said, “You mean, when I was licking up that big pool of your spunk off the table?” He nodded, “Saw it plain as day. I waved him off, but he certainly got an eyeful. No doubt about it now. He knows that his mom's a horny little cumslut,” Melanie moaned as she held her husband's cock. “How does that make you feel, baby?” he asked, “to know that your son saw you lapping up that big pool of cum like a hungry kitten?” “Oh, God,” Melanie hissed, “do you think he jerked off to it?” John had to laugh. His wife was amazing. Where most women would have been appalled at the thought of their son seeing them in such a compromising scenario, Melanie only wanted to know if Mike had cum because of her. “Probably,” he said, “I'll bet he's down in his room right now stroking off,” Melanie smiled, dropped her husband's cock, and composed herself. “Well,” she said, “I guess I'm glad he's got something other than porn to get his rocks off to. Now, I'm going to work out. I'll go to the store after, and I'll plan to be home promptly at 5. Until then, you are in charge of this madhouse. Try not to burn it down, hot stuff.” She grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, blew him a kiss, and was gone. John's boner was at full attention, disregarded by his sexy wife as though it were a toy she was tired of. Not only that, but he was due to meet ...