The Second Place Sister: Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister: Ch. 3

... making sure to lean over the table to give Mike a great view of her glistening cleavage. “Could you please put these away for me, sweetie,” she cooed at her handsome son, “I want to make sure they don't spoil. “Uh, sure, mom.” the infatuated college boy replied. Melanie rounded the table, and gave him a big hug, pulling him against her tits. “You're such a good boy,” she said, and glancing up to make sure the girls weren't watching, she leaned in and gave Mike a quick, but slightly more than motherly peck on the lips. She winked, and turned around to find her husband. Mike was dumbstruck. Did his hot mother actually just hit on him? There was no way. He must still be fucked up over what he'd seen her doing this morning. He knew his parents were freaks, but hitting on their own kids? There was no way in hell. Trying to hide his raging erection, he began to put her groceries away. Down the hall, Melanie entered her husband's office. He was touching up a variety of photos from Stephanie's shoot earlier in the day. She closed the office door quietly, and came to stand beside him. John looked up and grinned like a devil, nodding toward the screen. A series of photos showed their stacked daughter in everything from a conservative one-piece suit, to skimpy little beach wear, to more revealing bikinis, and finally in a scandalous micro-bikini that may as well have left her completely nude, for all the flesh it managed to hide. Melanie felt her arousal spiking as she looked at the ...

... images. “My god,” she whispered, “she's even more beautiful that I'd imagined. I can't believe you had the restraint not to fuck her right there. You didn't fuck her, did you?” John shook his head, saying, “No. We did have a little talk about her flirting, and she came clean. Well, she came clean in about the filthiest way possible, practically begging for me to take her cherry, and make her my personal fucktoy. That girl is as wild as her mother,” his hand cupped Melanie's aroused pussy mound, “There's something else you might like to see, though,” he grinned devilishly. Melanie raised an eyebrow. He had her curious. He minimized the collage he was working on, and brought up another file. This one was a lengthy video of the entire photo shoot. Most of it was what she had expected. There was John, shirtless, rubbing oil into Stephanie's hard body. They went through a variety of poses, shots, John directing her to try different things, work various angles, and then he leaped into the pool. Stephanie was right behind him. The camera captured perfectly her emergence from the water, her forceful kiss on John's lips. Melanie's breathing became rapid as she watched her daughter skillfully make out with her husband. It was clear that her hand was stroking his cock. The video was too far to have picked up sound, but she watched John pull away, talk for a moment with Stephanie. She looked disappointed for a moment, but then John picked her up and set her lithe body on the side of the ...