The Love Shared - Sex Stories

The Love Shared

... easy for Mom, who was always tired at the end of the week. Bobbie and myself washed the dishes afterwards and went into the lounge to find a movie for the night. I told Mom that I'd tutor Faye and she replied by telling me that she'd text Pamela to let her know, it was all set for tomorrow afternoon. I was more concerned with planting the camera than I was with spending time with Faye, my hobby for the last several months was now going to know me. Or ignore me as I talked history, either way, I was taking a new step. I'd never been that big a fan of the Narnia films, but they were family orientated and had enough action to keep me from being bored out of my box. I was sat in the middle of the couch with Bobbie on side of me and Mom on the other. Dad was sat in his arm chair knocking back beer bottles like they were shot glasses filled of water. Bobbie had curled up against the arm of the chair, from the corner of my eye I could see the pink flesh of her ass sticking out from under her nightie, and on my left I could see partial bra from my Mom's unbuttoned shirt. Narnia may have had their attention, but not mine. I reached under Bobbie and pulled her close, her head now rested below my chest and my hand now rested on her upper thigh. She didn't complain, nor seem to mind. ''It's nice seeing you two so close.'' Mom whispered to me. ''It's nice being close to you too.'' I whispered back at her. Mom changed her position and was now swinging her legs over the arm of the couch, ...

... her upper back and shoulders resting against my side as I raised my arm and draped it over her, my hand coming to rest on her stomach. ''Hey boy,'' Dad said, ''One day you'll get that close to a girl who ain't your blood.'' And maybe one day you'll appreciate the fine woman you got, I thought to myself. He continued knocking the beers back, I don't even think they were in the fridge long enough to chill, but eventually he began getting drowsy and started mumbling under his breath, I watched his head get heavier, the struggle he faced in trying to keep it up right was amusing. My right hand was resting pretty on Bobbie's ass, the same cheek that had taken a slap earlier. She didn't seem to mind, I guess she was still pretty innocent when it came to inappropriate things like this. ''Bobbie, your hair is almost brown. You're supposed to be blonde, why didn't you wash it when you had a bath earlier?'' I asked her. ''Water was too cold, I'll wash it tomorrow.'' she said adjusting her position and making herself more comfortable. My hand remained on her ass and I gave it an ever so slight squeeze. I felt her cheeks go wide against my chest and knew she was smiling. With my other hand I began stroking Mom's stomach. She kept watching the movie and occasionally would turn her head slightly in the direction of Dad, but with his head bowed down I knew that he was gone. I began unfastening the buttons on Mom's shirt, there was only four to do and pretty quickly her shirt was wide open. ...