As you may recall, I fell into an inappropriate, but wonderfully fulfilling intimate relationship with my step son, Robert, a little over two years ago. Robert spent the summer of 2012 with me in a my one bedroom flat in New York City. Our intimacy started out innocent enough; I accidentally witnessed Robert masturbating one night while he was watching porn on the computer in the little office adjacent to my living room.
I am ashamed to admit that I was so aroused by the sight that I could not resist touching myself, and I got caught. Eventually, Robert convinced me to masturbate with him, which led to our touching, fellatio, cunnilingus and ultimately intercourse.
Robert spent the remainder of the summer sharing my bed with me. That summer remains the most intimate and cherished set of memories of my entire life. However, as beautiful as those memories are to me; I felt an overwhelming guilt from the fear that my weakness would haunt Robert, and could prevent him from having more appropriate intimate relationships with more appropriate partners in the future.
I was relieved when he started dating a wonderful young woman at UCLA a little more than a year ago. Last month, my happiness turned to elation when Robert called me to tell me that he and Elizabeth would be getting married in June. The fact that Robert’s and my inappropriate relationship did not seem to have permanently harmed my stepson served to alleviate my sense of guilt greatly.
I congratulated Robert profusely, telling him how happy I was for Elizabeth and him. And I meant it.
At Robert’s urging, I traveled to the west coast to attend an engagement party hosted by Elizabeth’s uncle which was being held the weekend before Thanksgiving.
The day before the engagement party, Elizabeth took me to lunch and we chatted. I had met her previously, but truthfully, I did not know her well. Over lunch, I found her to be warm, beautiful, intelligent, charming and witty. I was thrilled at the woman Robert had chosen as his life’s mate.
As we sipped our drinks, Elizabeth shocked me by telling me, subtly at first, that she was aware of the ‘closeness’ that Robert and I shared, and she understood and accepted it. At first I was not sure I understood what she was saying, but she made it abundantly clear that she knew and approved of the intimacies that my stepson and I shared.
I was in a state of shock.
Then she dropped another bombshell; she told me that the reason she understood how something like this could happen, and how beautiful it can be, is that after her stepfather’s death, shortly before she turned seventeen years old, she and her stepbrother, Gary, leaned on each other in grief and became quite close.
My head was spinning as I tried to process all that was happening.
Elizabeth said the she not only understood, but that she would make Robert available to me while I was visiting in California.
I truly did not know what to say, so I simply said, ‘Thank you.”
Although I greatly appreciated Elizabeth’s understanding and generosity, I was still overwhelmed. And to be completely honest, was also very embarrassed that Robert’s and my secret was out. I ordered a second and a third glass of wine as we chatted.
I will admit, despite my embarrassment at Elizabeth knowing about my grave sin, I really liked this young woman, and felt an emotional attraction to her that is hard to explain.
At a family dinner, I was introduced to her stepbrother, Gary. Gary was a handsome young man. I could easily see how Elizabeth would be attracted to him; I mean, who wouldn’t? I remember feeling a slight twinge in my vagina as I imagined what it would be like to discover your sexuality at the age of seventeen with your stepbrother.
Dinner broke up and Elizabeth and Robert drove me to the Marriott. We all got out of the car to say our goodbyes.
Elizabeth said, “Robert, give me the car keys. I want you to spend some time with your mother tonight. I will meet you two for breakfast in the morning. Take good care of her.”
She gave him a nice kiss before turning to me and simply saying, “Enjoy yourself.”
I hugged her warmly and said, “Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”
“Ah, but I actually think I do. I have to go spend some time with Gary. He’s feeling a little threatened by my engagement. He feels like he is losing me.”
Robert took my hand and led me through the lobby towards the elevator banks.
I whispered, “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this. Did you know she was going to suggest this?”
“Yes, we discussed it earlier today, after your lunch with her. She really likes you.”
“Well, I certainly appreciate her gesture. Robert, are you sure about this? Are you sure you want to continue our relationship?”
Robert assured me that he very much wanted to be with me tonight.
Once in the room, Robert undressed me. I inserted my diaphragm and Robert made love to me, several times.
Robert fucked me four times over the course of the next twelve hours driving me to multiple orgasms and ejaculating inside me each time.
It was a wonderful and emotionally satisfying evening.
We met Elizabeth for brunch. Robert sat next to Elizabeth, across from me. I thanked Elizabeth for making the previous night possible. I confessed to her, in front of Robert, that prior to last night, I had feared that my stepson and I would ever have the opportunity to be together again. I thought that chapter of my life had closed.
Elizabeth smiled and took my hand and told me, “My pleasure. I am glad I could do this for you two. I hope you both know that this will not be the last time you two are together.”
Robert then changed the discussion. “So how was your time with Gary? Is he still sulking?”
Elizabeth giggled, “No, I think he is feeling much better about things now. I think he understands that he is not being exiled from my life just because I am engaged.”
As bizarre as our conversation sounds as I write it, the feeling between the three of us was warm and relaxed. The three of us had become comfortable discussing Robert’s and my intimate relationship, as well as the details of Elizabeth’s evening last night where she was able to reassure her stepbrother that her engagement to Robert did not mean the end of their intimacies.
That evening, Robert and Elizabeth escorted me to the engagement party being held at Elizabeth’s uncle’s country club. It was the first time I would be in the same room with my ex-husband since our divorce. It was also the first time I would meet his new, much younger, ‘trophy wife’. I was nervous and uncomfortable at this prospect. I did not even have a date.
Elizabeth sensed my discomfort and arranged for her stepbrother, Gary, to be quite attentive. Gary doted on me all evening, making me feel like the most beautiful and desirable MILF in the world.
Jim, my ex-husband, kept glancing over at Gary and me with a bit of a snarl on his face. It was wonderful.
The evening ended with Gary driving me back to my hotel and spending the night. We made love all evening and Gary became one of only three men who had ever driven me to orgasm: my ex-husband, my stepson and Gary.
The next day:
Gary woke shortly after sunrise the next morning with another huge hard-on. I pulled back the covers, exposing his naked form. I took his rigid erection in my right hand, and stroked it several times before leaning forward and kissing the large bulbous head.
“Do you need some help with that erection, young man?” I asked playfully.
“Yes, ma’am, I believe I do.”
I climbed on top of him, straddled him and slid his cock inside me. I rode him until I came yet again. My orgasm triggered his and he ejaculated inside me one last time.
We showered together and got dressed.
Elizabeth called my cellphone while Gary and I were waiting in line at Starbucks for our morning coffee.
“Cindy, how was your evening”
“Simply wonderful. Thank you. You have made my last two nights quite memorable. I don’t know quite how to thank you.”
Elizabeth suggested we all meet for a late breakfast.
Gary and I arrived a few minutes early and got a table for four. Robert and Elizabeth showed up moments later. Elizabeth gave me another warm hug.
After a little small talk, Elizabeth suggested, “Why don’t the four of us go out on a double date tonight?”
“Where would we go?” Gary asked.
“Dinner and dancing,” Elizabeth chirped. I was amazed at her confidence and her personality. She seemed to simply exude excitement with her flirtatious mannerisms.
Robert responded, “That sounds like it could be a lot of fun. Mom, are you up for this?”
I felt my pulse quicken and a bit of anxiety began to overtake me. I was not sure what I was signing up for. Was I going to be Gary’s date for the evening? Or did Robert plan on accompanying me and allowing his fiancé to be with her stepbrother? I did not see anyway to ask the question without embarrassing myself and all at the table, so I simply nodded and said, “I think that would be nice.”
“Great. I’ll find a place that serves food and has dancing. I’ll even get us a couple of bottles of wine and some plastic cups to bring back to the hotel so we can have some wine in the hot tub,” Elizabeth responded enthusiastically. She sounded almost like she was speaking to herself as she formulated her plans for the evening.
Brunch ended and they dropped me at the Santa Clara Marriott. Robert told me to be ready to be picked up at seven o’clock for an evening of fun and dancing.
I went to my room, took a nap to catch up on the sleep I had lost last evening while Gary was fucking me senseless. Between Gary and Robert, I had two long, exciting evenings where I did not get my necessary rest. I needed some sleep. I woke at 4:15 p.m. I took a bath, shaved my underarms, legs and vulva.
I grabbed one of the plush Marriott robes hanging in the closet, and sat in front of the mirror, naked underneath the robe, as I applied my make-up and curled my blonde hair.
I selected a black cocktail dress, black gladiator pumps, and a matching black bra and bikini panty set. I decided that my legs looked good enough, so I skipped the nylons.
I studied myself in the mirror, I looked good. The cocktail dress was fairly low cut, exposing a fair amount of cleavage. the skirt came down to mid thigh, showing off my legs nicely. The dress accentuate my figure, showing off my thin waist nicely. Yes, this dress was quite flattering.
I looked at the clock. It was six fifteen. I decided to visit the bar in the lobby and have a drink. I felt that a little alcohol might settle my nerves a bit. I sat at the bar sipping my glass of merlot when an attractive man in a business suit approached me and said, “Hello pretty lady. Could I buy you a drink?”
“Thank you, but I already have one.”
“I see that. Let me get you another.”
“No thank you. I am meeting someone in a few minutes.”
He nodded and excused himself by saying, “That’s my misfortune. Perhaps some other time.”
I felt good. I appreciated the fact that he left without being too pushy. I smiled and thanked him. It felt good to be hit on. His pass at me verified what I saw in the mirror moments before; I did look good.
I finished my wine, paid the check and went out to the lobby to find Robert and Gary waiting for me.
“Where is Elizabeth?” I asked.
“She’s in the ladies room,” Gary offered.
I turned to see Elizabeth walking across the room. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a beige dress that came down just below her knees. The skirt flared open as she walked. I could not tell if she was wearing a bra, but her nipples stood proudly under the silk material of the dress. As I said, she looked stunning.
Elizabeth hugged me, pressing her perky breasts into mine, and said, “Cindy, you look lovely.”
“Thank you. You look wonderful yourself. I can see why my son is so taken by you.”
Hell, even I was feeling a unique attraction to this tall, slender, beautiful blonde myself! I have to admit, this is the first time in my life that I felt a sexual attraction to another female. And the attraction was more mental and emotional than it was simply physical.
Yes, Elizabeth was a beautiful young woman. But it was her exuberance, her energy, her flirtatious manner, her confidence that was so very intoxicating. She seemed to just seduce everyone around her with her flirtatious personality.
We went to a nearby restaurant, the Tarragon. Robert and Elizabeth sat in the front seat of their car, so I climbed in the back seat with Gary. I guess Gary was my date? We arrived at the restaurant. I sat across from Elizabeth between with Robert and Gary on either side of me.
The food was wonderful. I had the salmon, Elizabeth had a combination plate of clams, oysters and mussels, Robert had the ribeye steak and Gary had the rack of lamb. We chatted, flirted, joked and sampled each other’s food.
I drank wine, Elizabeth drank cranberry juice and vodka cocktails, and the guys drank beer. During dinner and drinks, both Gary and Robert placed their hands on my thighs as we laughed and joked. My head was spinning.
It still wasn’t completely clear whether Robert or Gary was my date for the night; both were flirting with me shamelessly. Not that it mattered; I’d already slept with each of them. After my third glass of wine, I knew I would take either into my bed that evening. My vagina was wet, warm and ready for either of these fine, viral young men.
The alcohol I consumed caused my imagination to wander. Perhaps I would get both of them this evening? Who would be first? I felt so damn naughty just imagining the possibilities.
We finished dinner. Despite protests from both Gary and Robert, I insisted on picking up the check. After all, they were starving college students. I was the only one who had a job.
Gary then drove us to the Opal Dance Club.
Elizabeth and I took turns dancing with Robert and Gary. Both had their hands all over both of us on the dance floor. Both Robert and Gary kissed me after our dances. I was so confused. Who was I supposed to be with this evening?
The music was loud, which made talking very difficult.
Sitting at the table, Elizabeth took my hands and leaned forward and semi-shouted, “It’s too loud in here. I’m getting a headache. Why don’t we head back to your hotel where we can be more comfortable? I have two bottles of wine in the car. I bet they have a great hot tub and spa there, don’t they?”
“I bet they do. Marriott’s usually do have nice spas. But I did not bring a bathing suit,” I replied.
Elizabeth giggled and responded, “Neither did I. That’s what a bra and panties are for. The guys can wear gym shorts or their boxers. It will be naughty, wicked and fun.”
“We can’t walk through the hotel wearing just a wet pair of panties and a bra,” I protested.
“We can wrap ourselves in a towel. It’ll be fun,” Elizabeth reassured me.
I felt myself blushing at the very prospect of what she was proposing.
“I guess that would work,. Actually, I have two nice, plush Marriott robes in my room for you and me. The guys can make do with the towels,” I offered nervously.
Elizabeth squeezed my hands and said, “I like the way you think, Cindy. Does your room have one king, or two double beds?”
She was caressing my hands as we spoke. She was obviously flirting with me. I wanted to ask her which guy she was planning on taking tonight and who was going to be my ‘date’, but I resisted that urge. I figured I would simply ‘go with the flow’ and see what developed.
“I have two doubles and a couch and a little sitting area in my junior suite,” I replied.
“Great. after the hot tub, if we’ve had too much wine, we can all crash in your room, if that would be okay?”
My head was swirling. What did this gorgeous, charming, young woman plan on doing with the four of us in one room? Oh my, what was I getting myself into here?
With a noticeable quiver in my voice, I answered, “I suppose we could do that… all crash in my room tonight.”
My mind raced as I wondered, ‘What would the sleeping arrangements be? Would Gary try to fuck me while Robert and Elizabeth were in the room, in the next bed? Or did Elizabeth expect to be with her stepbrother while Robert and I shared a bed?’
I suddenly became very aware of the pulse in my now erect clitoris as I mulled the possibilities over in my mind. I was nervous, excited, anxious and a little scared about what the evening might bring. I cannot deny the scenarios and combinations that were racing through my mind were arousing me.
We arrived back at the hotel a few minutes before eleven o’clock. Robert handed the car keys to the valet attendant.
Elizabeth seemed to be in control of group’s itinerary as she grabbed a bag with two bottles of wine, some plastic cups and a wine opener. She led us through the lobby to the elevator banks, where we rode the elevator to my junior suite.
My hands were shaking slightly as I fumbled to retrieve the electronic card key from my purse. For some strange reason, just crossing the threshold into my suite with my stepson, his fiancé and her stepbrother felt wicked and dangerous despite the fact that I had already slept with both these young men. I knew that I was crossing a dangerous line here.
Once inside my room, Elizabeth took the two bottles of wine out and set them on the coffee table that was in front of the small, two person couch in the sitting area. She also took the plastic cups and wine opener out.
She surprised me when she removed a tube of warming massage oil and set it on the nightstand between the two double beds. She smiled at me and simply said, “This is for later. We can have the guys give us a massage after the hot tub.”
I continued to be in awe of this young woman’s quiet confidence. She was twenty years my junior, yet she exuded a confidence and poise that I envied.
Elizabeth opened one bottle of wine and poured two large large plastic glasses of wine. She handed one to me.
I was already feeling bit light headed from the wine I consumed at dinner and at the Opal dance club, but I welcomed the additional alcohol. I was prepared to abandon all my inhibitions, and one more glass of wine would make that possible.
She offered the guys some wine, but Gary indicated that he was going to head to the lounge and grab a couple of beers for Robert and him. Robert offered to accompany Gary, leaving Elizabeth and myself alone to prepare for our hot tub adventure.
“Where are those robes?” Elizabeth asked as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it in front of me. Elizabeth’s bra and panty were a light beige or ‘off-white’ and very shear. The darkness of her areolas was plainly visible through the thin, diaphanous material. The crotch of her panties was sufficiently transparent for me to see that she shaves her vulva.
I handed her the robe which had not been worn yet and was still hanging in the closet. She kicked off her shoes, and wearing only her bra and panties, walked over to the closet to hang up her dress.
“I don’t want to look like I slept in this dress tomorrow,” she said casually. She was obviously planning to spend the night here in my room.
Elizabeth was obviously very comfortable stripping to her shear underwear in front of me. She did not seem to be aware how very exposed she was in the very transparent bra and panties.
I was taken by how absolutely beautiful she was. He long blonde hair seemed to caress her shoulders. Her long legs accentuated her firm athletic butt. Her breasts were small, but perky with very erect nipples. Her abdomen was flat and well toned. She looked like a goddess.
She caught me looking at her with admiration and smiled. She knew that I was attracted to her, and that seemed to please her greatly.
“Let’s get you ready for the hot tub, Cindy,” she said as she took the plastic cup of wine from my hand and set it on the dresser. She turned me toward the mirror and standing behind me reached up to unzip my dress.
I simply stood there, allowing her to do whatever she pleased. This beautiful young woman’s matter of fact demeanor seemed to paralyze me somewhat. I seemed to be in a trance of sorts, and was resigned to allowing her to lead me wherever she chose.
Elizabeth lowered my cocktail dress off my shoulders and I stepped out of it. Without saying a word, she left me standing there in my black bra and panties as she hung up my dress, next to hers in the closet.
I stood motionless in front of the mirror, not quite sure what to do next.
Elizabeth walked back and stood behind me. At five foot ten inches in height, she was a full six inches taller than me. She rubbed my shoulders from behind as we both stared at the sexy image reflected back at us. Elizabeth ran her hands over my shoulders, barely touching my breasts. Her palms gently passed over my erect nipples brushing against them.
I closed my eyes and savored her touch.
She ran her hands lower, stroking my abdomen as she said, “Oh my, you have a beautiful body. Your tummy is so flat, and your breasts are still so firm and perky. God I hope I can look this good when I’m your age.”
I moaned and stammered, “Thank you.”
I had never been with a woman before. In fact, I never even thought about women in a sexual way before meeting this beautiful, sensuous young woman. But I was prepared to let her do anything she wanted to me.
There was something very sensuous and genuine in her touch. It was not overtly sexual, but a touch of genuine admiration. I stood there, motionless, allowing my stepson’s fiancé to explore my body with her gentle hands. Her touch was so very pleasing at that moment.
I wanted her to touch me, and to touch me intimately. I wanted to touch her as well.
Suddenly, the door clicked and I jerked forward, breaking the contact that moments before was so pleasurable. I was startled by Robert’s and Gary’s return. I could feel myself blush as though I had been caught being very naughty.
I did not know how Robert would react if he knew how badly I craved the touch of his beautiful fiancé.
The guys returned each carrying three beers that they decided to purchased from the commissary in the lobby rather than pay the exorbitant prices in the bar.
Elizabeth casually stepped away from me as the door opened. Both Robert and Gary made it clear that finding Elizabeth and me stripped down to our underwear was an unexpected surprise.
Robert exclaimed, “Well hello, ladies. You two are looking good.”
I blushed more deeply. I was excited and nervous, unsure of what was going to occur this evening. I was resigned to enjoying the moment without analyzing it too closely.
Elizabeth and I put on the hotel robes. Gary and Robert striped down to their boxers and t-shirts. The guys wrapped a towel around their waists. Elizabeth topped off both of our plastic cups with the wine, emptying the bottle. Both Robert and Gary emptied their beers into a large solo cup.
We had our drinks and we headed out to the spa. The athletic club and spa was on the third floor. We found the place deserted. The sign on the athletic club indicated the hours were 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. It was now well after eleven o’clock. The facility was closed and the lights were out.
“See if your card key will open the door,” Elizabeth instructed.
I was amazed, but my room key did unlock the door to the spa and athletic club. Apparently, although the pool and spa were supposed to be closed, they did not disarm the lock after ten o’clock
Elizabeth said, “Disco!” as the door opened. It was clear she was not a rule follower.
I guess this should not have surprised me since she lost her virginity to her stepbrother. This vibrant and exciting young woman was not overly burdened by following society’s rules.
Robert led the way to the hot tub, which was on the opposite side of the pool. He found the controls and soon had the heater and jets working.
It was dark, but the illumination from the exit signs gave us enough light to find our way. We were like high school students sneaking into the locker room when the school was closed. The risk of getting caught while sneaking into the spa and hot tub after hours added to the naughtiness of what we were doing.
Both of the guys dropped their towels and climbed into the warm, effervescent waters of the spa. Elizabeth tossed her robe on a chair by the hot tub and untied the rope holding my robe closed and removed it. She took my hand and led me to the spa.
I was clearly the most submissive one among the four of us. I was allowing Elizabeth to lead me wherever she chose.
I the soft glow of the exit sign, I saw Elizabeth’s shear bra and her panties literally disappear as they became wet. Truthfully, she would not have been more exposed if she was naked. The thin, diaphanous material of her underwear seemed to simply evaporate once it was wet.
God, she was a sexy sight. And her confident demeanor and her command of the situation made her even more attractive. I swear, I have never before felt such a longing for anyone as I did that young woman that evening. I wanted to be with her.
We sat ‘boy-girl-boy girl’ in the hot tub. I was sipping my wine, the guys were drinking their beers from their plastic cups.
I could not stop staring at Elizabeth’s breasts as they floated on the effervescent waters.
We chatted and flirted as we sipped our drinks. Combined with the wine I had at dinner and at Opal’s dance club, these last two cups that Elizabeth had poured me at the hotel had me feeling fairly inebriated. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions sufficiently that my anxiety about being with three other people was abated.
Elizabeth set her cup down and turned towards the side of the spa. Kneeling on the bench, she positioned herself so that the jet was pulsing directly on her clitoris. The moans that emanated from her would arouse anyone.
“Oh Cindy, come here. Please, hold me in place,” she begged.
I set my cup of wine down and moved behind her. I knew precisely what she wanted. I positioned myself behind her and wrapped my arms around her. pushing her into the pulsating jet. Elizabeth was rocking her hips now as the jet of water stimulated her clitoris.
Robert and Gary watched in amazement as this beautiful young woman humped against the strong, pulsating stream of water as I pushed behind her, holding her in place, bracing her and forcing her vagina into the pulsating water.
Her firm butt pushed back into my vulva, arousing me in the process. I wanted to caress her breasts, but I was afraid, so I settled for allowing my arms to press against her firm tits and she humped against the pulsating jets.
Her movements became more dramatic. Suddenly, her body stiffened and she began to quiver and moan, “Oh, shit.. I’m going to go off… oh fuck… hold me Cindy… oh shit it’s a good one.”
I pressed my entire body into her, and held her tightly against the jet. Her orgasm was evident and I had participated in it.
I was so aroused, I needed to cum so badly.
“Thank you, Cindy. That was wonderful. Let’s go back to the room,” Elizabeth suggested as I released her, allowing he to float away from the jet.
We climbed out of the spa, dried and donned our robes. The guys climbed out, each sporting a major hard-on. They wrapped towels around their waists, but their erections were still quite obvious. We could only hope that we did not meet anyone in the elevator since Gary and Robert each looked like they had a tent pole under their towel.
Quietly we snuck back to my room. Robert bolted the lock as the four of us entered my junior suite. Elizabeth immediately stripped out of her wet bra and panties, tossing them in the sink. She was even more stunning naked.
She grabbed the tube of warming, massage oil and handed it to Gary.
“You and Robert need to give Cindy and me a nice massage and back rub to get us in the mood,” she directed. “Cindy get out of those wet clothes and come lie next to me on the bed.”
I nodded, said nothing, but as all three of my potential lovers watched, I unhooked my soaking wet bra, and pulled down my panties, tossing them in the sink along with Elizabeth’s underwear. I stood naked in front of all three of them.
Elizabeth looked me up and down for a moment and simply said, “Very nice. very nice indeed.”
Instantly, both Robert and Gary removed their wet underwear as well, freeing their very rigid and erect penises.
It was s surreal sight, these two magnificent erections, both of which had driven me to orgasm previously. I stared at these two naked specimens in front of me and wondered who was larger, my stepson or Gary? Their erections were quite similar in size, but it appeared that Robert’s erection was slightly larger and thicker; but both penises were truly magnificent.
Elizabeth approached me, and cupping one of my breasts, said, “I just love your body. Your breasts are so firm and perky,” as she gave my 34B cup tit a playful squeeze. She took my hand, led me to the bed where we both laid down on our stomachs, side-by-side.
I was curious, which guy would massage which female?
Gary, decided to give his stepsister a back rub directing my stepson to massage me. Robert sat on the bed next to me. Elizabeth held my hand as Robert massaged my shoulders, back and buttocks.
Both men quickly moved from our shoulders, to our backs and buttocks. Robert and Gary seemed to synchronizing their massages, attacking the same area of Elizabeth’s and my body simultaneously. Laying naked together with this beautiful athletic looking young woman, I opened my legs as Robert’s fingers traced up my inner thigh, searching for my opening.
“Cindy, Gary’s fingering me,” Elizabeth cooed as she squeezed my hand tightly. “Oh my, he’s got two fingers inside me now.”
Elizabeth wanted me to know precisely what her stepbrother was doing to her as he did it.
I panted, “Me too.” It was all I could do to speak coherently as Robert penetrated my vulva with his fingers.
Soon Elizabeth was moaning loudly, “Oh that’s it… oh fuck… right there… oh shit… keep doing that.”
She was arching her hips up, pushing back on Gary’s hand. She was much more vocal than I was.
Robert was massaging the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers into my g-spot. My arousal was growing rapidly. Elizabeth and I were both humping and moaning as our taboo lovers finger fucked us simultaneously.
“Oh right there… that’s it, that’s… right there… don’t stop… oh fuck, Gary, you’re going to make me cum… oh fuck… keep doing that… deeper… I can’t hold back… Cindy cum with me… oh fuck,” Elizabeth cried out.
Her entire body went through a series of convulsions. The sensuality of her orgasm, her moans and cries of pleasure, and the contortions she made arching her ass backward to force Gary’s hand deeper inside her was too much for me to witness.
“Oh, baby… I’m cumming too… oh god, I can’t help it… oh baby, so good,” I cried out squeezing Elizabeth’s hand tightly as we shared our orgasms together.
We lay there, side-by-side, panting, trying to recover our senses.
Robert kept his fingers inside me, moving gently for thirty or forty seconds before I said, “Okay, baby, you got me good.”
Robert and Gary both withdrew their hands from our dilated vaginas.
“Cindy, let’s take care of our men now. They deserve some relief. But let’s not let them fuck us quite yet. I want to taste you later before anyone cums inside you.”
My head was swirling now. I did not know if I was up for this or not. I was incredibly attracted to this beautiful creature, but I was unsure about having her kiss on me down there.
Before I could process the request, if it was in fact a request, Elizabeth interrupted my thoughts by posing a very difficult question.
“Cindy, which one do you want?”
I was being forced to choose between Robert and Gary. I assumed Elizabeth was expecting us to give each of these gorgeous young studs a blowjob.
“Oh my, I can’t choose. I like them both.” I was genuinely afraid of offended which ever one I did not choose.
“Well, since I can be with Robert anytime I want back at school, I think I’d like to take care of my stepbrother, if that is okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Gary to stand in front of her.
I turned my attention to Robert, who moved into position in front of me.
Sitting on opposite sides of the bed, Elizabeth and I simultaneously delivered our best fellatio to two men who we each loved dearly.
“You certainly have a marvelous erection here, young man,” I said before kissing the glans several times.
I stared at the large bulbous head for several seconds before I started gently kissing the head. I could smell and taste the trace sperm that was leaking out.
I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. I began sucking slightly, wrapping my tongue around the underside of the ridge that separated the shaft from the glans. I was moving my mouth up and down, taking only two to three inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements,
I stroked downward with my fist, opening the tiny slit at the end of his urethra. As I have previously, I inserted my tongue into the tiny hole at the tip. Robert literally shuttered with pleasure as a loud moan escaped from him.
Robert was moaning loudly, as he massage my head while I teased his cock. I knew he was approaching his orgasm. His moans grew louder and louder, and he began arching his hips more violently.
“Oh damn, mom, I can’t last long,” Robert moaned.
Obviously, the excitement of seeing his stepmother and his fiancé climax together had him on the edge already.
I took him from my mouth just long enough to say, “Baby, don’t hold back… cum for me,” before putting the very sensitive glans back in my mouth and as I pumped the thick shaft furiously in my tiny fist.
Suddenly, Robert stopped moving his hips and just stiffened his thighs, allowing me to simply suck on his cock and pump the shaft more rapidly. Within a few seconds, his breathing began to quicken and I knew that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax. My baby was going to cum.
I continued to stimulate the head of my stepson’s cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft. Instantly, he erupted and a large rope of slightly bitter and salty tasting semen shot into my mouth. I continued pumping his cock as I swallowed his load.
I heard Gary grunt. The sounds were unmistakable. He was ejaculating in Elizabeth’s mouth as well. We had given our men the release they so badly needed.
After Robert finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before releasing his cock.
Robert placed his fingers under my chin, lifted my face, and said, “Mom, that was beautiful. I love you so much. Thank you.”
I heard Elizabeth joke to her stepbrother, “My god, Gary, you could drown a girl with that.”
But I suspected she said it solely for comic effect since I had first hand knowledge that Gary had repeatedly emptied his loins into my vagina last night and this morning. The volume of his ejaculate could not have been that large.
“Liz, that was great. You two ladies are so fucking sexy,” Gary exclaimed.
“Okay guys, now that we have ‘taken the edge off’ for you so to speak, grab a beer and sit over there. Cindy and I want to explore our feminine sides, okay?” Elizabeth instructed as she pointed to the chair and two person love seat in the sitting area of my suite.
The guys nodded and accepted their instructions. Each grabbed a beer and sat obediently. I watched with keen interest as their penises swayed in front of them as they walked to their assigned seats. Their cocks were not rigid, but were full and heavy looking as they stuck out, horizontally. I suspected that it would not take much to make those two marvelous youthful penises stand straight up again.
I then smiled at Elizabeth. I realized I was drawn to her charm, her beauty, her intellect and her warm sensuality. But most of all, it was her confidence that amazed me. I marveled at how this impressive young woman simply seized control and people did as they were told.
It sounds bizarre to say this, but although she was twenty years younger than me, I thought of her as a role model; someone I wanted to be more like and to emulate. I loved everything about her. I envied the zest for life she possessed.
She sat next to me on the bed, our thighs touching. She placed her hand on my knee and asked, “May I kiss you?”
“I’ve never kissed a woman before,” I confessed.
“Well, I want to be your first. May I?”
I nodded and said, “I think I would like that.”
She placed her palm on my cheek and turned my face towards her, and slowly our lips touched. I was more sensual than sexual. Our lips parted slightly at first. I felt the tip of her tongue flicking along my full lips. I opened wider and gently sucked her tongue into my mouth.
My head was spinning.
Elizabeth took my right hand and placed it on her left breast. Hesitantly, I explored the contour of her breast, gently massaging it, rolling the erect nipple my index finger and thumb.
“Oh, that feels nice,” Elizabeth moaned before resuming our kiss.
Elizabeth must have sensed my nervous from how timidly I touched her.
She broke off our kiss momentarily to say, “It’s okay, Cindy. Relax. Let’s just get to know each other a bit here.”
“I’ve never touched a woman before. I guess I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed again.
“I know. I can tell. Just touch me the way you like to be touched.”
Elizabeth ran her hands over my breasts, fondling the nipples, tugging at them.
I was in heaven with her touch.
