Making the best…Pt. 3

Making the best…Pt. 3. Enjoy.

The knocking at my door woke me up from a wonderful dream, where my gorgeous little sister was giving me an incredible blowjob. I looked down and noticed I was tenting my sheets pretty badly with my erection. It was such a vivid dream. I could clearly picture Christi biting down on my nipple, scratching my chest, and trying to stuff my meat down her throat. It was a sick dream, though. I was disgusted at myself for having it.

“Honey,” my Mom said through the door, “I made you some breakfast. Come down and tell me all about how your classes went.”

“Ok Mom, just let me shower first.” As I hopped in the shower I tried piecing the whole night together. Running into Christi at the diner. Then going to Michelle’s and having some crazy sex. Playing some tippy cup. How did I get home? Christi was there! She drove my car back and helped me into the house, then she…no, that can’t be right. That was just some sick fantasy dream. My baby sister would never have done anything like that. I need to just forget about it.

The smell of bacon led me down the stairs and straight to the kitchen. Mom was setting the table, but when she saw me she ran over and gave me a big hug, wrapping her arms tightly around me. For a 38 year-old Mom was still pretty sexy. Her breasts were somehow even larger than Christi’s and gravity had had almost no effect on them. Her stomach was still flat like a teenagers and her ass was a little large, but still had a nice, round shape. Jesus! Now I’m having dirty thoughts about my own mother. What’s wrong with me?

Mom finally let go of me and leads me to the table. Immediately she has my plate full of bacon, eggs, and sausage. She’s so happy to be able to wait on her “little, baby boy.” She wouldn’t be so thrilled if she knew the thoughts running around in my mind, that’s for sure. “Where’s Christi at?” I ask, trying to distract myself.

“She has a walkthrough for graduation, but she told me about that blonde tramp. I told you, blondes are always trouble. You should listen to your mother more.”

Well, I’d only been up for 20 minutes and I was already anxious to get the hell out of the house. “Mom, telling me how stupid I was isn’t really a good way to cheer me up.” Instantly I knew that hurt her, but at the moment I didn’t really care. I couldn’t deal with listening to her nagging all morning. I scarfed down the rest of my breakfast and went back to my room to lie down.

Checking my phone, I see that I have several new messages. One from Michelle letting me know she had an incredible time last night and that we better do it again…soon! Another from Nicky saying that her and Jess would be back in town tomorrow and were having a couple people go out to their cabin. I’d definitely have to go to that. Some of my best nights in high school were spent at Nicky’s cabin.

The last was from Maggie. I guess she was really excited about running into me last night. Three times in her text she mentioned not having to work that night, obviously hoping I’d ask her to do something. Well, she’s a cute enough girl and I need something to do. I texted her back, asking if she wanted to go to a movie. Immediately she replied, saying yes with 5 exclamation points and two different smiley faces. I hope she’s not actually this peppy all the time. Done with my phone, I put some earbuds in and decide to waste away the day playing games on my computer.


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Right at 8 I pull up outside of Maggie’s house, surprised by the fact that I was nervous. I rang the doorbell and a middle-age man with short cropped, military style hair answered the door, obviously Maggie’s father. He invited me into the living room and gave me a spiel about not hurting his baby girl. Wow! I felt like I was in high school again. Maggie’s mom, Julia, walked into the room with a rather short and form fitting dress on. She was sexy! When Maggie entered the room and stood next to her mom it was like looking at sisters. They were both about 5’6” with long, dark brown hair, and extremely slender figures. Their only flaw (if it was one) were their small breasts, not even enough to fill a palm.

Eager to get away from her dad, I quickly led Maggie out the door and to my car. The whole way to the theater Maggie couldn’t stop talking. Blabbing about this and that. Fortunately, once we got to the theater and the movie started, she got quite as a mouse. I think I would’ve had to ditch her otherwise. I couldn’t have handled another two straight hours of talking.

After a few minutes I wrapped an arm around her and she snuggled into me. Throughout the movie I ran a finger up and down her side. At one point I grazed it along the side of her boob, but she shrugged it off. Rejected! It was a good thing, though. I’d been getting a little too cocky after yesterday. I still enjoyed the rest of the movie and her warm body felt good cozied into me.

When the movie was over we decided to go to a park towards the outskirts of town that was usually deserted. Her talkative personality was annoying, but she was growing on me. She was so bubbly that it was kind of cute. We found a picnic table a couple hundred yards from the parking lot and sat down on top. “So what’s your event?” I ask one of the few times she stops talking to take a breath.

“100 and 200. State champion in both,” Maggie replies as she reaches into her purse. To my utter shock she pulls out a J and sparks it. After a couple puffs she passes it to me and lies back on the table. I would’ve never expected this from Maggie, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. I lie down and wrap my arm around her as we finish the J and stare at the stars. She manages to say nothing this whole time! Apparently she just needed a little weed to shut up and then I laugh a little at that thought.

Without warning Maggie hops on top of me and we start making out aggressively. She bites down on my lower lip breaking the skin. The taste of blood in my mouth oddly turns me on more and I pull her head down tighter against my own. Thoughtlessly we make out for several long minutes and I can feel blood flowing into my member, slowly growing harder.

Maggie’s hands begin running up and down my chest underneath my shirt. Suddenly she digs her fingernails into my skin and drags them from my chest to my waist. Letting out a slight groan of pain, I could feel the wet, warm blood slowly drip down my sides. Impulsively, my hands shoot to her breasts, clamping down and twisting both nipples as hard as I could, forcing out a long moan of pleasured pain. Our eyes meet and I can see hers are full of pure desire.

Jumping off the table, she yanks my pants and boxers down and grabs a big bottle of lube out of her purse. I wonder how many goodies she has in that purse as copious amounts of lube pour out onto my dick. Using both hands, she stares directly at me as she works the lube in.

After adding a bit more lube Maggie yanks her own shorts and thong down to the ground and off, leaving both of us in nothing but our socks, shoes, and shirts. Leaping back onto the table, she drops her full weight on my abdomen and knocks all breath out of me. With my dick now resting between her ass cheeks she leans down and our lips rejoin each other.

Raising herself above my dick I firmly grab the base, excited to feel her velvety insides.