Sandra = Mom, 45
Shelly = Daughter, 18
Johnny = Nephew, 18
Visiting Nephew, Exploring Daughter
Ch. 1
Sandra slipped into the bathroom carrying the laundry basket and closed the door. She opened the basket and pulled out her cock-shaped vibrator and sat on the toilet. She had been unable to ignore her hormones any more, and had to give herself an orgasm before she burst. At 45, she still had a huge appetite for sex. She kept herself in good shape for her age, kept her hair dyed a natural red, and made sure that her clothes were just a bit too tight for a mother. For the past two weeks, she had been taking care of her nephew while her brother was out of town with her husband. Although John was 18, his father didn't like the idea of leaving him alone for a week. So Sandra was stuck with him.
John entered her mind, only for a moment, as she spread her legs apart and pushed aside her panties. Her fingers danced along her pussy lips through her trimmed pubic hair. Sandra turned the vibrator on, and rubbed it across her clit. Almost immediately, Sandra pussy began to drip. With her free hand, she cupped her left braless breast, and squeezed her nipple hard through the thin fabric of her blouse. Sandra could feel her orgasm coming.
BZZZZ! The doorbell rang. "Damn!" Sandra thought. "So fucking close."
Sandra turned off her vibrator, and put it on the shelf. "I'll be back for you in a moment."
Sandra rushed downstairs and answered the door. It was the postman with a package.
"Hi. I have a package for delivery." He said
Sandra could only smirk at the thought of his 'package'. Her nipples were still hard, and she could tell they were visible through her shirt. She could feel a trail of her pussy juice dripping down her leg. "Thank you," she calmly said, and took the package. Sandra looked at the clock, and realized that she had to get her nephew to baseball practice.
"Johnny!" She shouted. "We have to go." She grabbed her car keys. John came out of the living room, with his uniform and gearbag. Sandra gave him a once over. She thought she noticed John do the same. "Let's go," she said again, and the two were off....
Not long after, Shelly came home from school, after a long afternoon of studying for her senior finals. She had just turned 18, and was glad that high school was almost over. She still had her school uniform on, a blue blouse that neatly held her 34C chest, and a plaid skirt that was just a fraction too short.
"Mom, I'm home," she shouted. Shelly remembered that she had to take John to practice, and she was going to run some errands. She went upstairs, and into the bathroom. She pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. As she began to piss, she realized she was staring at a huge, fake cock. Although she had had sex, only once after her senior prom, she had never seen a vibrator, or a real dick, as big as this. She finished peeing and reached out for the vibrator. Shelly ran her fingers over it, and could smell her mother's pussy juice on it. Shelly's fingers gripped the small disc on the bottom and spun it. The vibrator came to life in her hands. Shelly giggled, half shocked, as a wicked thought came into her head. She stood up, pulled her panties completely off, and dashed off for her room...
John hopped into the min-van passenger door and closed it. "Hi Aunt Sandra. Thanks for picking me up."
"Don't worry about it," Sandra said. She had spent the early evening shopping, and had grown incredibly horny walking around without any underwear on. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, and had good eyeful of cleavage showing. Her skirt had ridden up as she was driving, and had an eyeful of thigh showing as well. "Shall we get home?"
John nodded. This time, Sandra could definitely tell he was checking her body out. Sandra could feel her pussy begin to get damp. Although John was her nephew, Sandra was turned on by the fact that a teenager would lust after her body. As Sandra drove down the highway, she glanced over at John, and her eyes drifted down. She could make out his hard cock in his uniform pants.
"Am I the reason for that, John?" she heard herself say. She could believe the words had come out.
"Wh-what?" he exclaimed.
"Your cock. It's hard as a nail," she responded. She smiled.
John's face turned bright red. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."