The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... staring at the screen as our mother and aunt orally gratified each other, then our mother pulled on the biggest strap-on I had ever seen and slipped it into my aunt. She began reaming my aunt out, then switched from her pussy to her ass. I couldn’t stop watching, I couldn’t help myself. How could my aunt not be screaming in pain just from the size of that thing? When our mother pulled out of Brenda’s cunt and drove the dong into her ass, Megan audibly gasped. Finally the video wound down and finished. We were still sitting there in stunned silence trying to cool off when the pizza guy knocked.

We took the pizza into the living room and once we all had a slice we started debating next steps.

“I need to call my mother,” my sister said as we ate. “We have to tell her. This has gone on too long.”

“And to think I went to juvie to spare her feelings when she was fucking her sister all along,” I said, shaking my head. “Fuck her and fuck her sister.”

After we ate, Jesse called my mom. It was a short, terse, uncomfortable conversation, but she reluctantly agreed to meet us at her home tomorrow, Saturday, around lunch time. It had to be early because Jesse and Megan had concert tickets for that night, and they wanted to get home in time to get all prettied up for the concert.

Once things were arranged, we found ourselves gravitating back to my aunt’s OnlyFans. One thing led to another and we spent the next two hours in a group circle jerk watching the videos with our ...

... mother in them. They were hot, they were incredible, and they were – outrageous.

The next morning the three of us convened at my sister’s place and drove over to the hotel where my mother lived. It was in a very nice part of town and stood twenty five stories high. She lived in the penthouse at the very top.

All three of us were very nervous as the elevator dinged the penthouse level and we stepped out into a small antechamber. My sister and I looked at each other. I hadn’t even spoken to her in several years, and my sister hadn’t seen her in person in about that long.

Our mother must have been alerted to our arrival by the front desk – after all they had to unlock the elevator for us so we could go to the penthouse – and as we stood there gathering our wits, the door opened and my mother stood in front of us.

My mother stood almost six feet tall and had dark hair with a managed touch of gray and light skin. She was curvy and had a definite mom shape – but not overly so. She was a lot like a curvier version of my sister and the resemblance was undeniable. She wore very little makeup, a conservative blouse that was buttoned up almost to her neck, a pair of baggie jeans, and tennis shoes. She did not look at all like a porn video actress, she looked like a middle aged mom.

There as a very awkward moment, then my sister stepped forward and she hugged my mother. My mother turned to me. I hadn’t seen her since the trial and I could see the disappointment still writ ...