My mom, the slut... (Ch 10, 11, & 12) - Sex Stories

My mom, the slut... (Ch 10, 11, & 12)

... teen in his arms he walked to the door. Sandy had mostly been joking about him carrying her off the bed, and had expected to be put back on her feet, but instead he walked her out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the living room. Sandy didn't resist.

As they entered, she felt like a little girl in Master's arms. She immediately noted her naked father sitting on Mistress Erin's lap, with her mom on the floor on a pillow at Mistress' feet, and Steven sitting next to them on the sofa. They all turned as the duo appeared at the door. Sandy blushed as she saw her father's eyes on her being carried by Master, and wondered what he was thinking seeing his girl being carried in such a way by the man who just played with her pussy in front of him.

Master sat on the sofa opposite the others, placing Sandy on his lap. She wanted to get up, to move off him, and yet found herself sitting there with an arm around his neck. She could smell his cologne, and his body felt very firm under her.

Sure to his word, no one laughed about what had happened during the "game", however Mistress Erin commented on how delectable Sandy had looked when she had orgasmed, and said the smile on Sandy's face now must be from all those wonderful endorphins Master had released. That opened the gate and soon even her brother was saying how sexy it had been seeing her "so happy", and slave maryanne assured her that Master's fingers were indeed very talented. The only person who didn't comment was ...

... slave aaron.

For a time they all talked, with Sandy remaining on Master Nathan's lap. Her parents swapped position, slave aaron down on the floor and slave maryanne sitting on Mistress' lap, causing Steven's pants to tent again with his naked mother closer to him. He didn't seem to worry about hiding it this time. Nor did Mistress Erin try to hide that her fingers were lightly teasing her slave's pussy as they talked.

By contrast, Sandy felt very aware of the fact that Master's hands were not touching her intimately. His hands remained very safe by her side, or very chastely on her knee. Despite this however, the teen did feel his cock underneath her ass. It was impossible not to. Whilst she had spied the outline of it a few times in his pants, or pressing out against his robe, she could now feel its size under her body, and it played on her mind after her conversation in the bedroom.

Master knew full well what Sandy was feeling, and without letting her feel a prisoner on his lap, he did his best to contain her there for as long as he could, especially as he enjoyed the looks on her parents' faces as their minds recalled the vision of their daughter cumming on their bed, and imagining what could happen in the future.

"I should go and get changed," Sandy finally declared.

"Why? Are you going somewhere?" Master asked.

"No, but..."

"Yes?"

Sandy furrowed her brow. "My panties and skirt are still really wet," she tried to say quietly.

Master smiled at her. ...