Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... said, pulling the bikini top slightly away from her left breast. “Uh, ok,” Mitchell said, taking the fabric in his index finger and thumb. “It’s silky, I guess.” “Yep,” his mother smiled at him, then grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand close to her breast, so the fabric was placed back where it belonged. Mitchell tried to recoil his hand when he felt his knuckles press into her boob. He released the fabric and resumed staring out toward the horizon. “So where are we going tonight?” Megan asked. “What? Again?” “Mmhmm.” “I have work tomorrow, I don’t feel like going out.” “We don’t have to be out late,” Megan explained. “Lisa wants to go to dinner first and maybe afterward we can go dancing.” “What? No. I’m not doing that crap,” Mitchell, starting to get annoyed, replied. “You haven’t seen her once in the five years you’ve been out here. The nice thing would be for you to at least join us tonight. We won’t stay late.” Mitchell groaned in annoyance. “Mitchell,” Megan sternly said, her legs getting tighter around his waist. “I would appreciate it if you joined me and your aunt tonight.” Her legs got tighter, her breasts, pressing closer to his chest. She caressed his face and smiled softly. Their dark blue eyes met and his mother nodded. “Alright,” Mitchell sighed. Chapter 4 Mitchell was bored out of his mind as his mother and aunt talked, giggled, and drank. At the night club he refused to dance with either one of them, instead sitting at the bar, still bored out of his ...

... mind. He struggled to keep an eye on her, occasionally losing sight of the two dancing women in the crowd, growing more and more frustrated with each hour. Finally, at midnight, they left. Megan and Lisa hugged each other goodbye. Aunt Lisa hugged Mitchell; he stood there stiff as a board, letting her. Mitchell and his mother were silent on the way home. He was out much later than he wanted to be. He was furious. Mitchell was not a morning person so getting up at seven in the morning was going to be more difficult than usual for him. “No, come out here with me!” Megan pleaded, dragging Mitchell’s arm. She had a bottle of wine from Lisa in her other hand. She had been begging him to join her in the hot tub by the pool for the last several minutes. Mitchell shook his head and went to change into his pajamas. “Please!” his mother opened his door right as he was putting a t-shirt on. “No! I have to go to bed. I was out much later than I hoped,” Mitchell fussed. “Please baby?” Megan asked. “Baby?” Mitchell asked himself, she had never once called him that in his life. He blamed it on the alcohol. “Well I,” Megan said, gulping straight from the wine bottle, “am.” Right there in his bedroom, she pulled her dress up over her head, standing there in her bra and thong, grabbed the wine and left Mitchell alone. “Are you coming?” She called out to him before exiting through the back door. He couldn’t let her go out there alone in her underwear like that. “Shit,” he said, shaking his head, ...