Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6

... this since the first time my voice cracked. She felt amazing, and I was entirely disgusted with myself and pulled away.

"Not too long ago, you were cornering me in the kitchen with a naked boner." She performed an act of licking her lips.

"Maybe I matured a bit since then."

"What? You're not going to be Mommy's little horny boy anymore?" She pressed her bare chest into my left arm.

"Stop it, Mom. That shit's beneath you."

"Yes. I suppose so." She pulled away and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm also getting cold. Should have dried myself more." Mom gave a shiver. "I am not, however, beneath seducing you. I consider it one of my talents."

"Maybe Nell is right. Dad should be in the loop."

"No." She drew up one leg, leg to chin, foot to cushion. "Again, I need you two to trust me on this. Your father knows exactly how much he wants to know. I'm not holding back info. If he asks, I answer. We may both be fooling ourselves, but we'll both take responsibility if things go south."

"That I do trust." Mom and Dad had iron moralities. Soft enough to forge when hot. Strong enough to resist cold blows.

"Thank you." Mom's expression changed. I didn't recognize it. I was expecting her to get up and dress. She continued to hold herself. She seemed distracted.

"Mom?"

"Can I see your dick?"

"Really? Now? I thought we were having a mature conversation."

"Yes, well, I'm changing the conversation. I had trouble sleeping last night - because you ...

... spurned me yesterday."

"I'm spurning you now. It's not even a little erect."

"Don't be like that. I'm just asking for a peek, Craig." Mom sounded different, not desperate, but maybe a little greedy.

I felt her desire, but I realized she was holding back her desire, trying to respect my decision. "Okay. You can look at it, but it'll probably bore you." I considered it's state might be a good thing and began unfastening my trousers. I didn't see her left hand sink down from her chest and enter the vee of her clamped thighs.

I had to lean forward to pull down my pants and underwear. When I sat back on the cushion and made room for her to see, I noticed her hand moving in her dark pubic thatch. An urge to shame her bubbled up, but it popped quickly. I figured, let her get bored staring at my sleeping dick. It was three shriveled inches lying like a soft soup can along where my thighs met.

She offered with eyebrows raised, "I'll make it hard if you want. You can take care of the rest in your room." Her right arm pivoted towards me, and the fingers gestured at my soft but thick, dark pink slug.

"I remember how sturdy it looked when you cornered me in the kitchen. You wanted me to worship it, didn't you?" Her voice deepened. "If you get over your worries about your father, you might find me a willing convert." She air-patted my junk from a foot away. Her pendulous breasts wagged hypnotically.

"Mom." A quick rebuke readied in my head. When my penis snaked half an inch ...