Quarantined with Kell, Part VI - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part VI

... didn’t appear to have anything on underneath. It was tied at the waist, but open enough at the top to display ample cleavage and the very edges of her wide aureoles. And though I wasn’t going to let my eyes wander, in my peripheral vision I was pretty sure I could see trimmed pubic hair flashing when she walked.

“So it begins,” I thought to myself.

We debated what to watch on TV and finally settled on a couple of sitcoms. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from my mother.

When Kell and I had planned this out, she told me not move too quickly, that everything had to be organic, and slow. But now that the time had come to start making my moves, all I could think about was that night with Kell and Bridget in the attic. That night when I kept mistaking Bridget for my mother.

I had never before felt this way about my mother, but having had that experience of seeing those pictures, of seeing my mother in that dress – and then fucking Bridget in that same dress – it had left me with longings I wasn’t sure I liked, but that I couldn’t deny.

And after what she had done to Kell and I, it wasn’t about love, it was about pure lust.

And revenge, I guess.

I looked over at her on the opposite end of the couch, then looked away. Then looked back, letting my gaze rest for a moment on her chest underneath the robe, the outlines of her nipples against the fabric. before raising it to her face. She turned to me.

“What?” she asked, quizzically.

“Sorry, it’s ...

... nothing.” I turned back to the television. She shrugged.

A moment later I looked back at her, staring for a moment at her chest.

This time she caught me looking.

“What? What’s the matter?” she asked. “Out with it.”

“Nothing. Sorry, it’s just I really can’t help but notice how much you and Bridget look alike. I hadn’t really spent that much time with her lately until Kell and I were cooped up with her, but it really is amazing. You guys look alike.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Truly. You guys are practically identical.”

I wasn’t lying. Besides some additional lines in her face and freckles on her chest, they really were almost like twins.

I felt an erection growing in my shorts. I had on boxers underneath, so I shifted my position enough to let my expanding cock slide up one of the legs of the shorts. It was obvious underneath the fabric, and if I shifted a little, I could have slipped the head clear.

I glanced over at my mother again, took in her breasts. I lingered my gaze just long enough to get her attention, but looked back at the TV before she looked over. When she did look over, I could see from the corner of my eyes that her vision was locked on my tenting shorts.

I shifted. The tip poked free.

I looked at her and she immediately looked back at the television.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Fine,” she said, her face stoic. She shifted her shoulders so that the robe gapped even further, exposing her right breast completely.

Apparently she was ...