Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... toiletries. He spied his new vape pen. They were the latest thing in the dorms. The cartridge held enough THC concentrate to last a month or more of occasional use, and there was none of that distinctive cloying pot smoke or breath to get sniffed out. It recharged with a USB plug and looked almost like a pen. He drew in a few slow drags, exhaling water vapor with a slight sweetish odor. It would take the buzz a little while to kick in compared to smoking marijuana. He climbed into the shower and let the massage head pound the pulsing jets over his head and neck. After toweling his hair dry, he wrapped himself in a thick terry robe and aimed for the kitchen. He heard music, Swing, from the media room. And voices: Mom and Aunt Mar. "Hi, ladies. Did you have fun?" They were dancing, a slightly drunken West Coast with Marguerite leading. "Val!" They both began. Aunt Marguerite continued. " ...entine!" "Dance with us." She released one of his mother's hands and reached out to him. He cinched his robe tight before taking each of their hands, forming a circle of three. Marguerite pulled them all together. A group hug, swaying vaguely with the music. "My Valentine." His mom pulled him closer. She sounded pensive. "No, he's my Valentine." "Our Valentine." Marguerite was not ready to relinquish him completely. Melanie shook her head. "Not tonight. He was my Valentine first, and he's mine tonight." She snugged her arm deeper around his waist. He had noticed her new dress. The blue ...

... shimmer made her shiny blond hair pop, but it was the way the halter top displayed her shoulders, her neck and chest that had caught his attention. She was about the same size as Candy, but more toned, almost ripped. She had a beautiful lean musculature to her shoulders particularly, but his eye was drawn between them, to the smooth taut skin over the sternum and plunging down between straps of her dress. As his newly possessive mother pulled him to her hip, both of them each still holding one of Marguerite's hands, his arm draped around her. While she almost glared at her dark-haired friend, claiming him, her son looked down at her. Below him, past his mother's resolute visage, his eyes wandered back to the smooth tanned skin between her aqua blue straps and the small swellings beneath them. She couldn't be wearing a bra with that plunge in front and her nipples distorted the shimmering weave of the dress enough that they both appeared as twin silver accents on lovely matched green blue mounds. "Okay, Mel. This dance is yours." The brunette's voice was low and soothing. It brought Val's eyes up from ogling his mom. The vape pen tokes had kicked in. He'd have to remind himself to not space out on things. Especially things like his own mom's nipples. Marguerite released both of their hands. Val felt her palm slide to his back and gently press him forward as he saw her other hand guide his mom. The beautiful blond in her clinging shimmering dress looked up at him as their bodies ...