Family Traditions Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

Family Traditions Ch. 09

... occasionally sliding the tip of his own finger into his asshole as he stroked his cock. The head of his cock was red and glistened from the combination of spit and precum which he spread around his entire cock for ease. Chris was ready to blow and so focused on his sisters that he had no idea that he himself was being watched.

Chris' hand glided across his shaft in sync with grasping his balls and probing his puckered asshole; ready to shoot his load. Then he nearly fell out of his seat when a voice behind him whispered out to him.

"tsk tsk tsk. Naughty boy..."

Chris nearly fell out of his chair and flailed with embarrassment and fright. A bystander would have believed he had been electrocuted and/or attacked by a swarm of bees.

"Jesus what the fuc... what the... oh fuck.... Oh my god... Mom! Jesus. What the?! My god, you scared the fucking shit out of me" Chris panted and continued to cover his still rock hard member; keeping his body turned away from his peeping mother. He felt his dick pulse in his hands; unsure if he actually did cum or if he had his orgasm ruined in the moment.

"Oh I'm sorry, Chrissy. Did I interrupt? By all means. Go ahead and finish. I was enjoying the view as well and was about to touch myself too. I don't blame you, of course. They really are fucking sexy. The way Abby takes control? Mmm. Not surprising though. Mmm. Were you close, baby?" Tricia's voice was soft and sensual; her black tank top was rolled up a bit in the front, ...

... suggesting she had been playing with her breasts and Chris noticed her jeans were unbuttoned as well. She walked towards Chris, who still covered up and his body was turned away from Tricia and although he looked in her direction, he couldn't look her in the eye - regardless of how normal their family traditions had become. At that moment he was still the boy who got caught masturbating by his mother.

He noticed Tricia walking towards him; his heart beating faster and his cock stirring and pulsing - aching to release what he can only imagine to be a massive load. Tricia finally reached her son; his body still turned inward and covered up with embarrassment.

Tricia bent down next to Chris and began to stroke his hair. She could feel his body tremble and his breath quicken. Her motherly touch melted him and he relaxed his body; freeing his hardening cock from his grasp. As he pulled his hands away; a long, thick strand of precum stretched from his tip to his hands as they moved away.

"Oooh, baby!" Tricia said in a soft, velvety voice. "I think Mommy interrupted you at the worst time! Look how excited you are. Oh honey... can you forgive mr?" Her maternally soft voice grabbed a hold of him and he wanted nothing but to be in her arms at that moment. He was still beet red but opened himself up to give himself up completely to his mother. Chris nodded, keeping his eyes lowered like a bashful son.

"Look at this!" Tricia said as she slid her finger tip over the head of Chris's ...