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

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... it drop back into the snug channel and then massaging into the opposite cheek. She was aware that dancing like this caused her skirt to gradually slide up over her thighs. She was also aware that she wore absolutely nothing under the dress. On the way to the party, a benefit blind auction followed by a banquet, she had confronted Marguerite about the cum on her chin. Her friend had confessed to having 'hooked up' with her son four times in the past six months, beginning with seducing him in the spa. For some reason Melanie had withheld revealing that she has seen them cock-in-throat. Still, that memory coupled with 'Aunt' Mar raving about what her young 'nephew's' cock did to her had Mel wet and bothered by the time they arrived at the Country Club. Rather than wear the sopping things she'd slipped off her underwear, leaving her waxed bare slit to breath under the dress. The hem of her dress was close to exposing that decision when her son spoke. "Mom?" "MmHmm?" "What are we doing?" A beautiful woman was grinding on him, driving him to want more. Once past the surprise, the forbidden nature of the woman was strangely attractive. As Valentine began to sober from the initial onslaught of alcohol and drunken dancing, he started to doubt. To feel guilty. "Mom. I think we should stop." She kept moving. Her voice was distant, underwater or in a dream. "Yeah, we should." "No, Mom, really. Is this right?" She groaned as she pushed back on his bulge. "It feels right." He blurted out ...

... what was bothering him before he had time to consider the implications. "I think there's someone else." She turned to face him, looking chagrinned but puzzled. Her cheeks were bright red as she looked at him, the single wavy grey line still faintly streaking one cheek. "Aunt Mar?" He shook his head. "No." He didn't want to explain further and reveal what had happened with his stepsister today. Her face adopted the stern mother look, incongruous with one bare nipple still exposed, newly freed from her son's teasing fingers. "Were you cheating on the poor girl with Mar today?" "What? No! I didn't know then." He stopped himself there. "You didn't know then? Today? Who have you seen since...oh, no. Tell me it's not Candace." ------ From the small front window of her room, in the west wing of the house, Candy saw the taxi exited by the two well-dressed, laughing women. She watched the two - one in gold, the other in an aqua blue shimmer that she remembered Mom looking striking in before - walk to the front door, arms around each other's waist. Candy studied the curvy woman in gold more closely than she ever had, trying to picture Aunt Mar doing those things with her Valentine, at the same time her stomach clenched with jealousy at the thought of another touching him. Her deductive mind switched into gear. If they arrived in a taxi, they'd been drinking. If Aunt Mar was here and had been drinking, she'd stay the night. If she stayed the night, she'd want more of Val. Valentine had ...