Poppy’s mum’s birthday dinner was roast chicken. Drey was there, as was the rest of the family, and he was being, well, being Uncle Drey. His ankle kept touching Poppy’s under the table for a full minute. Not moving. Just pressed together.
Poppy’s mum was talking about her new client, and all Poppy could think about was the raw sound her Uncle Drey would make when he finished inside her. She wondered if it was more or less intense when he was with her mother.
Poppy excused herself (“to check on the crumble”) just to breathe.
Drey followed her into the kitchen less than two minutes later. He didn’t say a word; he just brushed his thumb over the freckles on her shoulder where her top had slipped. Staying like that for as long as they both dared.
When they returned, Drey gave his sister a sentimental necklace. Poppy watched his hand shake as he helped her put it on, and no one else seemed to notice. Later, by the stacked coats in the hallway when Poppy and Drey were passing, alone and safe from view, he whispered to Poppy, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Poppy nodded; she took his hand and led him toward her bedroom door.
Once inside her room, Poppy fumbled with her jeans as Drey pulled out his hard dick.
She sat back on her bed with her legs open wide as he pounded her; each sound was a magnified thrilling threat. He finished with a stifled gasp, his forehead slick against his niece’s cheek.
“Tess can’t ever…” he started as Poppy fixed her jeans.
“I know, Uncle Drey.” I love calling him that right after. The way he flinches. “I know you fuck her too,” Poppy told him.
Drey looked at her but said nothing.
“It’s ok, I don’t mind and won’t say anything.”
Poppy confessed that she had known about him and her mum for a while now; he seemed pleased as she explained how she had come home early that time and heard them in the kitchen.
Poppy decided she would push further.
“Convince her,” she said, her voice light. “A threesome. You, me, her.”
He stared, his excited eyes clearly betraying the false worry on his face.
“Then we can all keep our fun little secret. Simple.” Poppy said, shrugging her bare shoulders.
He made a choked sound. “Tess would never—”
“Ask her,” she smiled.
They sorted themselves in silence, listening to the laughter drifting from down the stairs. Drey went down first; Poppy’s face was pleasantly flushed when she rejoined them all.
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Poppy made her way to their usual hotel room the following weekend, room 312. Her uncle had told her he had a surprise, but nothing more.
Her coat was long and puffy, protecting her against the December chill; underneath, she wore all black lace and sheer fabric, a set that he’d bought her for her own birthday. Her heart rate was frantic the whole way, the prospect of meeting him in their hotel room, walking to the hotel, so slutty beneath the safety of the coat.
She walked the familiar corridors to the door, taking a deep breath; it had been a few days since she had had her fix of his cock, so she was eager and excited.
Poppy knocked and waited; her coat was now open for the first time since leaving home. She was exposed in the lingerie she knew he would love, desperate for him to open the door and see it.
The door swung open. “Surprise,” Poppy began to say, but the word died on the first letter.
It wasn’t Drey at the door. It was her mother.
Poppy was shocked, partly because she had not expected her mother but mostly because her mother was dressed in exactly the same lingerie, the black lace stark against her pale skin. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, scanning her daughter from her boots to the open coat above.
“Surprise”, she said, her voice confident and finishing Poppy’s intended statement.
Tess took a slow step to the side, her gaze clearly appraising Poppy. “Let me guess,” she said, a flat, knowing smile touching her lips. “He told you he had a surprise for you, too.
Poppy nodded.
“Come in; don’t stand there all exposed,” Tess told her.
Poppy followed her into the room, her boots silent on the worn carpet. The room was now so familiar, as it must have been to her mum also.
“He’s not here yet,” Tess said, walking to the bed and climbing to the centre of the mattress, where it dipped under her weight.
She knelt facing Poppy in her matching black lace. Tess patted the space in front of her. “Might as well get started, sweetheart,” she said, her green eyes holding Poppy’s without a flicker.
Poppy placed her coat on the chair.
“Get up here. We should both be ready for him when he arrives.” The casual command from Tess made Poppy flush.
Poppy stepped out of her boots and closed the distance to the bed. She climbed onto the creaking mattress, the sheets cool, before her mother, their knees almost touching. Poppy caught their reflection and could appraise them both in the mirror; she understood why Drey was fucking them both.
Tess reached out, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Poppy’s cheek. “He has great taste, doesn’t he?” Tess whispered, her thumb tracing the lines of Poppy’s bra.
“Did he buy it for you too?” Poppy asked.
“Sure did. I helped him pick it for your birthday,” she said almost triumphantly. “He insisted on getting me the same.”
Tess’s finger lingered on the strap, right where Poppy’s shoulder met her neck. “Guess we should get comfortable with each other,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Since we’re sharing him.”
Poppy leaned in; she could smell her mother’s perfumed scent. Her lips were a breath from her mother’s.
The kiss was soft. Poppy’s mouth moved with a practised confidence she knew too well from kissing her uncle; her hands found her mother’s waist, the lace rough under her palms. Tess’s slid into Poppy’s hair. A soft sound escaped them both as they moaned into the tender kiss.
They broke apart, breathing the same air. “You’re a great kisser,” Poppy whispered, more to herself than her mother. Tess thanked her and began kissing Poppy again, deeper, her tongue tracing Poppy’s lower lip.
“God, Drey was so right; you do feel good,” Tess told her daughter after pulling back just enough to look at her. She brushed her thumb over Poppy’s bottom lip, smearing her own lipstick marks.
They both heard the door. Poppy didn’t look behind; instead, she enjoyed the feeling of her mother’s chin resting on her shoulder. Tess spoke over Poppy and towards the door.
“You’re late,” she said. “We just had to start without you.”
Poppy turned around to face him; as she did, she felt her mother’s large breast pressing at her back.
Drey’s wide eyes moved from Tess’s knowing smile to Poppy’s flushed face, then down to the matching black lace barely containing them.
Tess spoke, her voice a low purr as she pulled the strap from her daughter’s shoulder. “But we saved the main event for you.” She coiled her finger back and forth. “Get over here.”
He moved like a man on a mission, joining them on the bed.
Poppy reached for him first, her fingers hooking into his belt loop. “We kept our presents on for you,” she said, pulling him off-balance and into her embrace.
He tumbled onto the mattress between them, the springs groaning in protest. Tess immediately straddled his legs, her hands working the buttons of his shirt with efficient precision.
Poppy had to lean across his chest, catching his mouth in a deep, open kiss; her hand slid down the stomach that her mum had exposed, finding the hard line of his erection straining against his trousers. Tess’s fingers joined Poppy’s, a collective fumble to free his cock.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his head pressing back into the mattress.
“Shhh,” Tess soothed, her breath warm against his ear as she finally freed him. “Just enjoy.”
Tess guided him into herself with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, her eyes locked on Poppy’s. A sharp, satisfied gasp escaped her lips. “Your turn’s next, baby,” she told her, her voice thick.
Poppy watched, her body aching.
When her mother leant down to kiss him, Poppy moved; she kissed the sweat-damp skin of her mother’s back. Her hand slid around Tess’s hip, finding where they were joined. Poppy’s fingers began to play with her mum’s clit as her mother rode Drey.
Tess moaned, enjoying both sensations.
Tess eventually pulled off him, breathless, as he slid from her pussy.
Poppy was pushed onto her back by Tess. “Now you,” she panted, her eyes dark and taking in the sight of her daughter. Drey positioned himself at Poppy’s entrance, Tess’s hand holding him and guiding him.
He pushed into Poppy, and the fullness was a relief. Tess watched for a moment, then her mouth was on Poppy’s, messy and hungry. She kissed her like she was trying to consume the moment, her tongue tracing her lips.
Drey’s sounds muffled by their bodies. The room dissolved until nothing existed but the next gasp, the next touch, and the relentless, hungry push towards a finish. Drey chased that finish, Tess now with her hands on either of his ass cheeks and pushing his thrusts until he was cumming inside Poppy.
Drey lay spent between them, his breathing a ragged saw. Tess disentangled herself first, rising from the bed with grace.
She padded to the bathroom, her silhouette outlined. The shower started to run. “You two should join me,” she called back, her voice carrying over the spray. It wasn’t a suggestion.
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A couple days later.
Poppy took her dad for lunch; it helped free up her mum to meet Drey. She had strong suspicions about where they ended up. Poppy thought they should really get a block booking for that room.
Tess covered for Poppy the next night, taking Poppy’s aunt out to the cinema so Drey and Poppy could hook up.
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They enjoyed months of fun sneaking around as a threesome or just helping each other get time alone with Uncle Drey. Poppy and Tess both felt Drey was getting a little less excited with each hookup, then a weird thing happened; they were hooking up in Tess’s bedroom, all three of them, after getting downstairs.
Drey casually tapped Tess on the forehead twice; Poppy heard him mumble, “Reset, version two.” Tess looked like she had gone into some kind of trance, and when she came out, it was like she had no idea what they had done – zero idea they had all just been fucking up in her room.
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Poppy and her Uncle Drey continued to fuck like mad, every chance they got the next week or so; Tess kept acting like she had no idea about them. Poppy was very happy to get Drey all to herself.
Drey had talked Poppy into skipping college one afternoon; they met at her parents’ house because they knew Poppy’s mom and dad would both be out.
Drey had positioned her in the kitchen. Poppy sat on the kitchen table, her skirt hitched, as he nibbled her neck, her leg resting over the back of the chair as he fingered her soaked pussy.
Poppy felt he was slightly distracted; he kept looking at the door which he had left slightly ajar. It all seemed staged, but as her head fell back in pleasure, she could only moan at the delight he was giving her in Tess’s kitchen.
Poppy felt his mouth on her ear. “Shhh, don’t look over, but we are not alone,” he whispered.
Poppy knew then someone was at the kitchen door; someone had come home.
“Just enjoy yourself; let them hear how much you’re enjoying it,” Drey said and continued.
“Fuck yeah, finger my cunt,” Poppy moaned. “You always know how to get me off.”
Drey got Poppy off, like he always did, then asked Poppy to get her lips around his cock.
Poppy heard tip-toeing leading away from the kitchen, then her mother Tess clearly said, “Hey, I’m home; I left work early. Anyone home?”
Poppy and Uncle Drey scrambled to get ready just as Tess got into the kitchen. “Mom, I wasn’t expecting you. Uncle Drey just stopped by for coffee.”
****And the cycle continues.****
