Our Stories_(1)

She moaned as John pushed his cock deep inside of her. He kept thrusting in and out coaxing her more and more into utter bliss. She was getting close to her orgasm. He was getting close himself.

“Oh fuck – fuck im cumming” she said, her breath tight as she struggled to enunciate while the bliss spread up her body. Her back arched, her hips thrusting in motion with his, as her climax reached its most intense point, little breaths escaping her mouth until releasing a relieving moan. In a haze she started to relax a little, her back returning to the sheets. They lay there side by side, their bodies tangled together, his cock still inside her tight pussy.

“Fuck baby, that was awesome,” she said, barely speaking louder than a whisper, their mouths just centimeters apart, exchanging romantic little touches and nibbles.

“You always encourage my best work” He quipped with a wink.

“I am a pretty good fuck aren’t I?” she giggled, her teeth brushed his neck. John just closed his eyes and nodded.

John closed the door behind him and strutted down the stairs, his backpack bouncing in motion with his steps as he enjoyed the cool fresh air. He walked to his car which sat in the corner of his girlfriend’s apartment parking lot, casting his gaze on the little cracks winding their way through the concrete, his feet dodging them absentmindedly. His thoughts lingered on her. Her pretty green eyes and flowing black hair. He wondered why his orgasm just a few hours ago was weaker than it usually is. He had definitely enjoyed his time with her and he felt lucky to be in a relationship with such a beautiful girl. She was definitely the “good fuck” she described herself as early. his love life with Ashley was still going strong and he was overall satisfied. Satisfied, perhaps, but not excited.

He flicked the keys out of his pocket. The day should get a little more interesting though, now that I’m headed home. His family could almost always break his boredom. He felt like they always had a closer bond than most families. Lucy and John, his parents, were more promiscuous than your typical parents. His mother especially. She had a distinct childlike but incredibly sensuous side to her that made her really fun to be around. Stunningly beautiful at 37, her slim waist and ample breasts made her an incredible sight. His parents casual attitude made his early teenage years hell. His mother often wore minimal clothing around the house. A robe, often with nothing underneath. Her flowing see through nightgown that barely hid her breasts with a solid upper fabric. Sometimes if he was lucky she would put on one of her small bikini’s and go sunbathe in the backyard.

Though she often wore revealing clothes around the house she had an uncanny ability to hide her more erotic assets. Only once or twice did he ever catch a glimpse of her nipples or vagina and only for a fleeting second that made you question what you really saw. She seemed to almost enjoy teasing him. During his mid-teenage years he started to try and catch her and his sister undressing or toweling off after a shower but it never came to much. Not anything that he wouldn’t see around the house anyway. He would have some success though, listening to his sister from her door or his parents from his room. He still could remember the first time he heard his sister cum.

He instinctively crouched down nearer to the doors floor vent. He could hear her more clearly than standing. Her little moans escaping her room to her voyeuristic brother. Once or twice he thought he could hear her fingers glide slowly in and out of her but it was mostly drowned out by her quiet moans. After a few minutes she gave a couple intense quiet whimpers and faded into silence. Once his breathing returned to normal he got up as quietly as he could and retreated to his room. Funnily enough he didnt masterbate immediatly after. The shock of it all probably made him less aroused and more curious. His mother was less discreet with her sexual escapades. In his room he could hear his parents having sex pretty clearly if it was silent. Listening he would imagine his mother sliding up and down his shaft in sync with the motion he made with his hand while jerking off. He would always try to match up perfectly his hand, imagination and her moans.

He didn’t perv so much on them nowadays though. Now he would just put on some headphones, even if he did permit some passing fantasies and a jerk off session or two listening to his parent’s sex.

He parked in the driveway and headed to the front door. He found his mother in the kitchen leaning against a counter reading something on her phone. She wore a robe tied around her waist, hugging her body and ending about half way up her toned thighs. The small parting the robe made between her legs only hinted at a better glimpse of what lay underneath. The robe parted at the bottom of her breasts giving a noticeable eye full of her cleavage. John figured it couldn’t be very far off from her nipples. After giving her a meaningful but surely unnoticeable glance he greeted her cheerfully, “Hey mom, how’s it going?”

Her eyes shot up from her phone and her face immediately lit up when she saw John. “Hey baby, I was so zoned into my phone I didn’t even hear you come in!” she skipped over to him and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, seizing from him the opportunity for a longer feel of her body.

“Tell me about your day,” she said with a smile, moving to the living room.

John slung off his backpack near the front door and followed his mother.

“Same ol’ really. Went to Ashley’s house for a bit,” he said, sitting down on the sofa. He sneaked a glance at her inner thigh as she sat down on the opposite end, lifting her feet up with her. Her eyes lit up when he mentioned Ashley and a sly grin crept up her cheeks.

“Now I’m really interested,” she said as she pulled a pillow underneath her legs so that they were slightly propped up, her feet reaching near John’ legs. The robes parting on her thighs widened a little more but only revealed shadow. He was getting a good view of her legs and cleavage though.

“You sure you can handle it?” He teased.

“Of course” she said, her anticipation growing steadily.

Along with the erotic sights that often occured in the family came a different sexual activity. John forgot exactly where it had began (sometime after he started having sex regularly) but they often found it enjoyable to describe their sexual experiences to each other. Most of the time it was one on one but occasionally even the whole family would become engrossed in a story one of them told.