Can We Keep Him? (Their First Incubus) - Sex Stories

Can We Keep Him? (Their First Incubus)

“Maggie, take off your clothes! Lena, come with me outside!”

The blonde sisters had been too busy procrastinating college assignments on their respective phones to notice their single mother was an hour late from work. Sylvia never even raised her voice before, so the impact had her daughters' butts jumping off the couch before their minds had time to process the actual request.

After adjusting her glasses, Lena gasped at her mother’s dishevelment. The businesswoman’s white shirt had been soaked to transparency by rainwater, the braless breasts underneath censored only by dirt. A long rip in her pencil skirt had her entire left leg exposed from upper thigh to bare, muddy toes. Whatever was happening, this was not a drill.

“Why do I have to get naked?” The younger sister asked as her sibling obediently jumped over the couch toward the door. Maggie’s task was a bit more perplexing than just ‘Come with me’. Her all-girl family hadn’t seen her naked since she learned to get dressed on her own. It’s

Lena

who was always putting her genetic lottery prizes on display.

“Because your sister has stronger arms!” her mother snapped back, doing nothing to alleviate Maggie’s confusion. And, with the slam of the door, Sylvia and Lena ran out of the small apartment, leaving the frowning girl to her chore: exposing her lithe ballerina body, piece by piece, with a racing heart.

“That’s it. Almost there... On the couch. Lift him just a bit higher.” The mother was still ...

... barking orders, this time at her eldest daughter Lena who looked more traumatized than when she rushed out a couple of minutes ago. This might have something to do with the sinewy onyx-skinned man she was heaving by the legs, especially the part about him being fully nude.

“Oh my god! Who is that?” Maggie asked, instinctively helping her struggling family members lift the stranger to couch level. She narrowly avoided touching the man’s butt with her hands but had her face uncomfortably close to his crotch. The panties weren’t coming off without explicit confirmation, but she had taken everything else off. Her skin goosebumped and the nipples of her small breasts hardened in the presence of such a specimen. Unless she slept through an important part of Anatomy 101, the flaccid penis of a normal man wasn’t as long and thick as a forearm, and he should not have two of them. “Mom?” There were a thousand questions in this single word.

“Maggie, why do you still have underwear on!? Quickly! He’s barely breathing! He needs to feel your skin on his chest while your sister and I rub his cocks with our breasts.” Sylvia was already unbuttoning the wet shirt clinging to her impressive chest. It had been splashed by multiple passing vehicles while she pulled a body into the back seat of her car.

“W-what?” It was Lena’s turn to get a reality check at the mention of her breasts and what was expected of them. Her mom’s genes had been useful gifts she loved to figuratively rub in her ...