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

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

... sister, tied helplessly to their parent's bed in proper bondage gear, writhing in the throes of an intensely arousing orgasm. The look on her face - what he could see of it - not to mention the sight of her panties instantly overflowing with her wetness.

"W-what ah, did you have in mind exactly?"

Sandy didn't respond for a moment.

"Did you know what was going to happen... when we played that game... in mom and dad's room?"

"No!" Steven quickly responded.

"It's okay. I'm not accusing you or anything." Sandy carefully reached out her hand, making Steven jump as he felt her fingers on his side, just inches from his bare penis. She found his quickly offered hand. "You didn't think I was... a slut? Letting that happen to me?"

Steven squeezed his sister's hand, whilst moving to ensure it was no where near his still hard cock. "I'm not sure how much was you 'letting that happen' and how much was - 'Master Nathan making it happen'." Her brother tried to see her in the dark, but couldn't. "Did you enjoy it, having him do that to you?"

"Yes..." came Sandy's inevitable reply. "But, he isn't even my boyfriend... My first orgasm that - wasn't from me - was with some guy who's fucking my parents. Does that make me a slut, like mom?"

Steven let go of his sister's hand, and moved his hand through the dark til he found her face, resting his palm on her cheek. "Sis, you're not a slut. Don't talk like that." As Steven relaxed his arm a little he realized his sister's ...

... body was not fully covered by the bedclothes as he felt her flesh against his. His mind raced as he pictured her naked body in the dark, his arm obviously close to her breasts.

Sandy put her hand on her brother's. "Thank-you, big brother."

For a moment they lay, silent. When Steven finally tried to retrieve his hand from his sister's face, she guided it instead to rest on her side.

After a long moment Sandy finally broke the silence. "When we were having dinner, and Master said he could tell mom and dad to - move one over - did you think he was going to do it? Make them - you know - do it to us... Did you want him to do it?"

"Wow sis, really? You're asking me that? Did you want dad to - you know?"

"I asked you first! You've clearly been staring at mom's body all weekend, and getting a boner." Sandy retaliated.

"What if I said - I wouldn't say no?"

Sandy pondered his reply. "But, she's our mom..."

Steven went quiet, before replying. "So you are telling me you have never had any dirty thoughts about dad, ever?"

There was no reply from the dark.

"Go on - honestly. Cos, I have. I mean - thought about mom. Just fantasies. Nothing serious. Gotta have something to think about when you're jerking off, and - she might be our mom, but... well even my friends say she's a MILF And..."

"Yes?"

"Also... she is mom... I dunno. Just... If Master had made them move round under the table... I don't think I would have said no."

"Hmm... well... okay..." Sandy ...