Quarantined with Kell, Part V - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part V

... closer, her hand was on his arm. In the next, she held his hand in hers. The next couple were innocuous, then suddenly my mother was full on naked, her hand reaching for my grandfather’s belt buckle.

Bridget froze, I froze, Kell froze.

“Whoa,” I whispered, not for the first time in the last few minutes.

The rest of the photos became a blur to me. My mom straddling my grandfather, then bending over the chair as he took her from behind, finally leaving a sticky puddle on her back. When they were done, my mother stood up and they kissed. The roll ended.

I couldn’t help myself. I was hard as a rock. Kell ran her fingers along my cock underneath my shorts. I didn’t want that erection, I was uncomfortable, awkward. I wanted to forget what I had just seen.

Bridget stood and held up the black dress in front of her sizing it up.

“Bridget, enough,” I said. “Put the dress back and let’s just go back downstairs. I’ll fuck you in whatever position you want. Let’s just go.”

Bridget wasn’t listening. The wine had gone to her head and she wobbled on her feet. She stripped down to her thong and pulled the dress on over her head. She adjusted it, then did a sexy shimmy. It fit her perfectly. The soft satin clung to her body, accenting her the curve of her breasts, the points of her nipples, the swell of her hips. The dress came far enough down to cover her thong, but not much further.

Bridget bent over like our mother had in her photo, pulling the dress down to reveal ...

... her cleavage and breasts. Her substantial nipples were hard and erect.

I realized just how much Bridget looked like my mom in those photos. A part of me wanted my cock inside of my mother.

Kell stood beside me, her hand on my tented shorts, slowly running it up and down the shaft through fabric.

“I’m ready for that sloppy threesome now,” Bridget said, and blew me a kiss.

“Take off that dress first,” I said.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” she said. She slipped a hand down the front of the dress, across her breasts, down her stomach, and lifted the fabric to slide her hand between her legs, kicking off the thong. “Why don’t you come take it off me?”

“I don’t want to fight,” I said.

“Am I being a bad girl?” Bridget said, pouting.

“I don’t want to play this game, not with you in that dress that isn’t yours.”

“I’ll take it off after you fuck me in it. I look like her, don’t I? That gets you hard, doesn’t it? You know you want to fuck me in this dress.”

I turned to Kell for support.

“Bridget,” Kell said. “Maybe he wants to fuck you in that dress, but he also knows it’s wrong and an invasion of you mother’s privacy. Take if off, please.”

“Fuck me first, big brother.” Bridget wandered over to the wine bottle and poured herself some more, and threw it back with abandon. “I’m drunk, I’m horny, and I’m hot.”

Kell and I looked at each other. Finally Kell shrugged. “Fuck her, just try not to get anything on the dress.”

“That’s the spirit,” ...