Fucking my Family - Sex Stories

Fucking my Family

... washouts. Sometimes at a party we could smoke up...not often...it's better compared to becoming inebriated," Bobby conceded.

"Patty?" her mother inquired.

"Sometimes. It's around at school. This year, I probably did it three or four times."

"Me as well," their mom said.

"What! This year? You're a mother...you shouldn't," Patty fought even as her mother and sibling broke out in expansive grins. " Both of you are inconceivable."

"I have one...a joint," Bobby shouted, "perhaps the three of us could..." he said, his voice following endlessly in greeting.

"Yet, mother's here," Patty fought once more, a dissent that most likely delivered her mom's next words.

"Indeed perhaps that is smart Bobby. Better than doing it without my knowledge. That is no joke."

"Bobby isn't," his stunned sister mumbled.

Each of them three were apprehensive when Bobby returned with a fat joint in his grasp.

"Perhaps we shouldn't," Patty said as her sibling lit up a match and breathed in profoundly. " Goodness god mommie," she fought when her mother took the bug from her child and drew a lungful of smoke profound into her lungs.

In any case, she took the proffered smoke when her mom passed it, breathed in, hacked, chuckled, pulled another lungful, passed it on.

They were all feeling pretty smooth when it was down to a half inch long butt.

"That is a tune from my day," Mother said as one more oldie came on the radio. " She swayed her body to the music and said, "When ...

... I was fifteen or sixteen, I used to dance with your father to that one."

Patty giggled as she imitated her mother's slow movements, "I took you for more of a rapper, maybe goth...or dance hall." Not this."

She stood and took her daughter's hand as she said, "Yeah, but at the end of the night, when we wanted to close dance," "then we played these slow ones." Would you like to move attractive?" she asked her child, holding out her other hand to him.

"Really? Gracious yes mom...I mean Chrissie," Bobby said as he leaped to his feet and took his mother's hand.

At first they moved safely, their bodies separated, Bobby's left hand broadened and holding his moms right.

"You're a decent artist mother."

"You sound shocked. She dropped his hand and wrapped both arms around his neck, "I was like the best dancer in my high school young man."

"You fit me...Cathy's so short," Bobby murmured as his mom settled her head between his shoulder and neck. Furthermore, when he'd return the two arms around her and delicately moved her so they were gently contacting from bosom to crotch, he added delicately in her ear, "you smell so pleasant mama, so decent."

Abruptly he felt her lips on his neck, eager, wet nibbles that sent blood flowing frantically up his rooster, and afterward he moved his hands to her firm bum, pulling her against his earnest need. They moved two moves put together, influencing as one, his prick gladly jabbing his mom....

"My turn," Patty requested as ...