Mommy’s Little Stripper - Sex Stories

Mommy’s Little Stripper

... pounding my sister’s cunt, her muscles tight around my shaft.

How long I went on like this I wasn’t sure, but I definitely felt Kris come at least three times. When I opened my eyes finally, I gasped.

My mother was still positioned in front of Kris, but now Chloe was beside her, pulling mom’s cheeks wide. My sister had her hand well past her wrist inside our mother’s meaty asshole and was fist-fucking her. Mom was practically over the moon with her moans. Thick streamers of grool slid down from her slit.

One sight of that and my balls unleashed their thick threads into my baby sister’s unprotected cunt. Kris let out a soft scream as my raw semen coated her bare cervix. She slipped her arm out of our mother’s asshole, leaving it gaping and raw. I hugged my sister from behind as pulses of my come poured into her young hole.

Finally, I pulled out and leaned back on the stage, propping my back up against one of the brass poles. I was spent and ready for a break. My mom came over and kissed me, pressing her big mom tits against me.

“So, how about we keep things in the family from now on?” she asked.

I squeezed her tits.

“Why did you wait so long to ask?” I replied, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth back down to my still-pulsating cock.

My mother let me push her mouth down onto my still-throbbing, still-pulsing cock. She slid her lips down the shaft as I pressed her face all the way down to the base and held it there for a moment before I let her come ...

... up for air. She laughed when I let her up.

“You still have so much to learn about what your mommy can do,” she said. “Dare me to do something and see if I say no.”

Before I could answer, Kris spoke up.

“It’s amateur night down at the Wet Kitty Club until 1:00 AM downtown,” she said. “Let’s see mommy get naked in front of a room full of strangers, not just a couple, but a crowd. I dare you.”

“Hah, that’s not a dare” I said. “This a dare: mommy dear, I dare you to come with us to the Wet Kitty Club and let us triple-penetrate you on stage. All holes filled.”

“Wait,” Kris said. “Are you saying I have to get naked on stage too?”

“Your choice if you get naked, but you do need to pull on a strap on and help rail out our mother.”

Kris thought for a moment, then shrugged.

I turned to my mom. “So, you game there mommy? All three holes, on stage. Your sister in your cunt, your baby girl in your mouth, and you pride and joy up your ass. You game?”

My mother kissed me hard on the lips.

“Let’s go,” she said, giving my cock one final stroke. “There’s still a lot you need to learn about your mommy.”

Besides a short detour to an all-night store where we could get some appropriate stripper attire, the ride to the Wet Kitty Club was passed mostly in silence. Despite the fact that my mother and my sister both had taken heavy loads of my semen already that night, the sexual tension in the car was intense. When we got to the club, there were two solo young women ...