Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV

I had my first good look at my aunt and grandmother. My aunt was in her late 30s and looked like a slimmer version of my mom – with a small, cute, delightful little chest, and an ass similar to Sheena’s. My grandmother, who supposedly was in her late-50’s, also looked a lot like my mom, except she had spread out quite a bit. Both her chest and her hips were bigger – she was a very curvy girl. I had to admit, for her age, granny looked pretty damn good. She carried the curves a way women half her age would have killed for.

Looking good or not, grandma was holding a shotgun and she did not look like a happy camper.

She walked over to our cheerful little puppy pile and ordered us to get dressed. We were gagged, led out to an SUV in the driveway and driven to a large farmhouse about an hour away.

Once inside, I was separated from my mother and sisters. I was led to a large bedroom and locked in.

Downstairs I could hear raised voices, especially those of my mother, but aside from a few snippets, I had no idea what they were saying. Through our common bond I could feel anger and resentment, but no fear. I figured if she wasn’t afraid, I had no reason to be.

I poked around the room a little. There was an adjoining bathroom, and a comfortable chair, next to a table with magazines. They were mostly porn. I thought it odd my grandmother would have adult magazines around, but then I remembered who I was dealing with.

I’d had little sleep since I landed 48 hours ...

... prior. The bed looked tempting. Within minutes, I was asleep.

It was dark outside when I awoke. A small lamp had been lit and a sandwich was left out for me. A small bag with toiletries and a robe sat on the chair. The door was still locked and the house was silent. I didn’t know what time it was because my grandmother had taken my cell phone, but it seemed late. While I was concerned for my mother and sisters, I knew that I would know instantly if anything happened to them, so I was sure they were okay.

I ate the sandwich, drank some water, then took a shower and freshened up. When I exited the bathroom, I saw the bed had been turned all the way down, a large towel laid out, and the pillow had been replaced with a pair of folded towels. Also, several candles had been lit around the room and an incense burner gave off a pungent, sensual aroma.

A bottle of wine sat on the table. I poured myself a glass and settled into the easy chair, not sure what was going to happen next, but willing to await further developments.

There must have been a hidden camera somewhere in the room, because within a moment of my hitting the chair, there was a timid knock, and the door slid open. In came my aunt and my grandmother, this time without the shotgun.

My grandmother wore a black corset that cinched her waist and accentuated her impressive curves. Over that, she wore a sheer black robe and nothing else, revealing a full but neatly trimmed bush. If I had thought she had looked good ...