Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II

... in the grass, and looked at me expectantly. “Oops.”

I walked over to the ball, picked it up and turned. This time I made sure I had a full, purple hard on as I walked back to the pool. I even gave it a couple casual strokes for her to see. I threw her the ball and she threw it out again.

Instead of the retrieving it, I just sat on the side of the pool, cock at full attention.

Cora swam over. She still kept her shoulders under the water, but her eyes were locked on my pulsating cock.

“We’re family, it’s okay,” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“We’re family, you can look at my cock and be curious. Nothing sexual, it’s okay.”

“I wasn’t looking at your cock.”

“Okay, but if you were, that would be okay. We’re family and we can do that and it’s not sexual.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re just curious.”

She nodded. “Just curious, of course. Can I touch it?”

“Of course.”

She leaned forward, lifting her top half out of the water. Her tits came free. Rounded hemispheres with long nipples and hard, tiny aureoles. She reached out and first gently, then more firmly, took my cock in her hand. She slid up and down the shaft.

“I’ve never had one this big,” she said. “I mean, I’ve never seen one this big. I’m still a virgin of course.”

“Of course,” I said.

She was still running her hands up and down my cock, so I decided to up the game another level. I reached down and cupped one of her breasts.

“Hey!” she said and jumped back. “Hands!”

“I ...

... was just curious. I was letting you be curious, I thought it would be okay. I’m sorry.”

I slipped into the pool and swam to the opposite end. A second later she swam up beside me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You can be curious too, as long as it’s, you know, non-sexual.”

“Thank you,” I said, and wiped a fake tear from my eye.

She didn’t waste any time. Her hands, both of them, were all over my cock, stroking up and down, even cupping my balls. I touched her breasts, running my fingers over them, pinching the nipples.

Cora moved in closer. The tip of my cock pressed against her stomach. She pushed it lower and slid it between her thighs, rubbing it against her slit.

“I was wondering,” she said, her lips moving closer to mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. “I was wondering just how curious you were, in a non-sexual way.” Her lips were merely an inch from mine.

“Pretty curious,” I said.

She shifted her body so the tip of my cock was poised just outside her cunt. Unlike my mom, she was an innie not an outie, shaven completely clean. My cock was hard as a rock and if she put any pressure it would slip inside.

She kissed me on the lips, hard, shoving her tongue inside.

“I’m curious what your cock would feel like inside me. In a non-sexual way.”

“Why don’t you find out, in a non-sexual way.”

She pulled herself onto my cock in a way that was pretty damn sexual.

I reached around, grabbed her ass and slid a finger into her asshole. She wrapped ...