My mom, the slut... (Ch 13, 14, & 15) - Sex Stories

My mom, the slut... (Ch 13, 14, & 15)

... she hooked her fingers into her brother's boxers. He was already very red faced knowing he was about to be exposed, and Sandy knew it would be her turn next. She pushed down, the boxers sliding off her brother's hips, and then moved down with them as she exposed his ass, and then as if spring loaded, released her brother's cock from the waistband, almost catching herself in the face as she bent down. Finally the thin boxers fell to the floor, but Sandy knelt and picked them up as Steven stepped out of them.

The 18 year old boy stood naked in front of his parents, sister, Master and Mistress, trying very hard to resist the huge urge to hide himself. As if she were just picking up after her son like a good mother, slave maryanne took his clothes and placed them on the floor neatly behind her.

Mistress Erin stepped forward again, and this time let her crop trail over the lad's chest, zig zagging down til it rested on his hard 6" cock. He appeared to be fully erect, his foreskin almost fully retracted though still partially covering his crown. Curly untamed brown hairs hid the base and partly obscured his balls. Steven felt everyone's eyes on him, including his sister, as whilst she had seen her brother naked even that morning, she was still staring at what he had between his legs.

"Now, be a good boy, and take your sister's clothes off," Mistress Erin loudly whispered.

Steven turned to his sister, and felt a similar sense of intimacy at the act he was about to ...

... perform, but also found himself fighting against the sense of wrongness in what he was about to do to his little sister, whom he had protected all his life. As he moved his hands to pull her top over her head, he was surprised as Mistress' crop came down on his ass cheek. The sting was only slight, and gone in a second, but it made him jump in shock, and turn his face toward the older woman. "This is not some slut from a club you are undressing, Steven. She is your sister. Take your time. Use your hands to show her you respect her body. Besides, Master likes a good tease."

Turning back to Sandy, Steven contemplated Mistress Erin's words. If he understood her correctly... instead of simply grabbing at the hem of Sandy's night shirt, Steven put his hands on his sister's sides, and sensuously began moving them, lingering slowly downwards as he looked into his sister's eyes. Sandy was staring back, not daring to look at either her parents, or at Master and Mistress as she stood there between them all knowing she was about to be exposed. Her brother's hands were making her skin tingle. She wished for a moment that she had been dressed properly, as this would take longer, and then thought better - with less clothes it will be over faster. As Steven finally started to pull at her night shirt, lifting it up her body, she tried hard to remember to breath as her brother exposed her tummy, and then her 32b pert little breasts to the four adults and one sibling in the room.

Sandy's hands ...