Quarantined with Kell, Part V - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part V

... Bridget said.

I was feeling the affects of the wine. I turned back to Kell.

“I can barely tell whether I’m going to fuck my sister or my mother,” I said.

“What’s it matter? Just enjoy it.”

Bridget stood in front of me. The black satin was pulled down below her breasts. She pressed her chest against mine, I could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I looked down into her eyes. My sister, my mother, they blurred together. Who was this in front of me?

Bridget took my face in her hands, pressed her lips to mine. We kissed as she ran her hands hand down my chest to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, pushing them to the floor, followed by my underwear. She ran her hand slowly up and down the length of my shaft. I was already hard as a rock and fully aroused, her strokes elicited a moan.

She disengaged her lips and ran her tongue down my chest, her breasts pressing against my cock, forcing it between them, smothering it. She massaged my cock with her tits for a moment, then slid her mouth down to tease the tip of my cock.

I glanced over to Kell. She had pulled off her top and was unhooking her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She massaged and pinched them as she watched. She slid a hand down her stomach, into her tights. Inside the fabric I watched her hand continue between her legs, making circular motions. She pulled an old easy chair that had been stored in the attic over, pulled the covering off, and took a seat, ...

... spreading her legs on either arm of the chair, and continuing to massage herself underneath her yoga pants. The dark stains of her juices soaked through the fabric. Her eyes were locked on Bridget and I.

I turned back to the dark-haired beauty on her knees in front of me in a black dress. Was she my sister? Was she my mother? The two flipped back and forth like an illusion where you see one thing when you focus on the solid spaces and something else when you focus on the empty spaces. Who was this? I wasn’t sure.

Who did I want it to be?

Whoever it was, she had her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and was doing things with her tongue that almost made my knees buckle. She sucked at the head like she was trying to suck out my come. She wrapped her tongue around the shaft just below the head, then slid her mouth down the shaft slowly. I felt as her lips passed every little rib in my meat, felt as my head slipped past the back of her mouth, past the base of the tongue and deep into her throat. I could feel the throat slime coating my cock. Finally her lips pressed against my body. I was completely inside her mouth, inside her throat.

But who was this again? I looked at her. Was it my mother? No, fuck it, it was my sister.

But why was I so hard at the thought of it being my mother?

Kell moaned and I looked over in her direction. Her yoga pants were in the dust on the floor of the attic and she had two fingers deep inside her slit. With her other hand, she ...