Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Oedipus Complexes Pt. 01

... her overnight bag.Now for the cover-up, she thought. Retrieving the duplicate pair of hipsters she'd purchased without being seen, Emmy dropped them in the hamper before taking the laundry downstairs to the utility room. Moving quickly she put the clothes into the washing machine and started it running.

When mom takes the washing out she'll have no idea I've stolen her dirty panties now. Walking back into the kitchen she was greeted by her mother.

'Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?' Kristina asked, pecking her daughter on the cheek.

'I did, thanks mom. You look happy this morning,' Emilie said. Her mother definitely looked happy and quite relaxed.You did play with yourself!

'Yes. I guess a good day with my daughter - and too much wine - helped me to sleep very well,' Kristina replied.

'Aw, thanks mom. Oh, by the way, I put a load of washing in the machine. I figured after the wine last night you might not feel like doing it this morning.'

'Thank you sweetheart,' Mrs Keary said, a light blush appearing on her cheeks, very much aware of the state her new panties had been in when she'd woken this morning.I must have masturbated in my sleep again, Kristina thought, unaware of the truth of it.And I must have climaxed so hard, I damn near ruined those hipsters.

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As she'd recounted her adventure, Emilie Gates had straddled her husband, sinking herself down on his big stiff dick. Richard's hands on her waist helped lift her up before she came ...

... crashing down, impaling her tight and hungry pussy over and over again.

Her tale told, Emmy refocused on fucking her wonderful hubby. Scooping the hipster panties from the couch where they'd been dropped she handed them back to him.

'Richard, I want you to sniff my mom's panties, her cummy crusty dirty panties.'

Placing her hands on broad manly shoulders, the dutiful wife began bouncing on his cock faster. Riding energetically, she watched as Richard held the undies to his face, both saw and heard his deep inhalations. Pistoning in and out of her, Emilie could feel the manhood throbbing dangerously.

Richard knew his wife, knew she wouldn't lie to him.But is this part of a fantasy play? he wondered. Checking the label inside the blue panties he saw they were the wrong size for his wife, but perfect for his mother-in-law.And the smell isn't quite the same.

'These really are your mom's!' Richard said before returning his nose to the perfumed gusset.

'Yes. Do you like them? Do you like the smell of my mother's pussy? The smell of her cum?' Emmy asked breathing hard, getting closer.

Planting her feet on the couch Emilie rocked her hips, riding her bronco. Repositioned, she began riding Richard harder, faster. 'Dickie' was slicked by the copious flow of twat juice. Obscene squelchy sounds and grunts and moans filled the living room as the pair fucked harder.

'Are you thinking about my mom?' she playfully asked, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. 'Are you ...