It seemed like the longest Friday ever. Certainly it was the longest Friday I can remember. I know I was managing to work, but I don't know how. I was operating on autopilot, in a semi-daze. A sex induced haze.
I had, as near as I could figure, two women who wanted me badly. Wanted to make love, to be made love to. No, quite frankly needed - to be fucked. To be fucked and sucked. To kiss, to fondle, to suck cock. Two beautiful women, any man's dream.
And the strangest part, the most confusing, bewildering and somehow mysteriously erotic part - was that they were both related to me. My sister and mother.
I don't profess to know why it's happened. Why me, why them, why now? The truth is, the fact still stands, I don't care. That's right,
I don't care.
Two beautiful, erotic females. One willing, capable, sexually charged male. All I know is, it's the best, the hottest sex I've ever had, and I don't care who they are - I'm game. You hear me?
There was still the matter of logistics, though. Who would do what with whom and when. One of them would be me, and that's what matters most, I chuckled to myself.
What if I had a choice between the two of them? I mused.
There was Susan. Young, strong and horny as hell. Beautiful body and big, firm tits. She would do anything I asked her to do. Even more. She was entering the most potent sexual stage of her young life, and wanted to explore and be explored. Every hole, every inch of flesh was a hot spot to her. I could fuck her with a cucumber in one hole and a vibrator in the other if I wanted. I'm just saying . . .
Then there's mom. A classic beauty, still young and incredibly fit, with the most beautiful, sexy calves and legs I've ever seen on a woman of any age. She was entering the stage of her life where she was helplessly, overpoweringly
in need
of sex.
Her inexorable desire was an incredible turn on in itself. She
had to be
kissed, sucked, made love to passionately. Her body cried out for it and she was powerless to deny herself. She, too, would do
anything
to smother the fire within - though nothing would.
Talk about a Hobson's choice.
The end of the day dragged like the last hour of an all-day lecture. With the end in sight, it seemed to take forever. But as 6:00 approached, I became giddy.
"Hot date?" one of my colleagues asked, walking by and noticing the dreamy look on my face.
"No, nothing like that," I sighed. "I'm just glad the week is over, and I can finally relax.
"Amen to that," she said. Well, I thought, there's relaxing and there's relaxing . . .
The phone rang at my desk, and I heard a familiar voice on the line.
"Hi, mom," I said. I'll be coming home soon.
"Your Aunt Veronica is sick," she lamented, "and I've got to go there to take care of her tonight. Can you rustle up something to eat for you and Susan, or get a pizza?"
Aunt Veronica is mom's younger sister, just 36 years old and in terrific shape, like mom. As teenagers, I'm told their beauty drew stares from strangers wherever they went. I liked Ronnie a lot. She loved to laugh, and was more like an older sister to me and Sue. I knew she had been having marital difficulties, and wondered it this had anything to do with them. But I didn't want to pry.
"Don't worry, mom." I reassured her. "We'll find something to eat. I hope she's feeling better."
"Thanks, baby. I'll probably be home late, so don't wait up." Then she whispered low into the phone.
"But don't forget, sometime this weekend I'm going to be alone with you and make you scream my name as you cum."
I knew my mom. She meant it. It also meant I'd have the night alone with Susan. And another encounter with mom. Cool.
When I came home, my sister was again at a soccer practice, and had left me a note.
'Adam Went to a pool party at Gina's. Mom is at aunt Ronnie's until late, she said. I'm going to have a pizza with the girls - sorry. I'll be home later - WAIT FOR ME.'
Alone and abandoned. What's a boy to do? I raided the freezer and heated up some frozen enchiladas, washing them down with a couple of ice cold Coronas. Not so bad.
By this time, it was about 9:30pm. I was watching a basketball game on TV when Susan came home. I heard her put her gear down, her thongs clicking as she walked into the den.
Susan stood before me, a vision in a light blue bikini. The top was so sheer; I could make out her brown nipples beneath the material. Her large breasts were just barely contained within. The bottom of the bikini covered her crotch adequately, but when she turned slightly, I could see it was a thong design, leaving her shapely ass exposed. With her taught stomach and powerful thighs and calves, it was heavenly.
"Susan!" I marveled. "When did you get that bikini? I've never seen you wear anything like it!"
"My friends talked me into it," she replied a little self-consciously. "They say it's great for getting a tan in, and everyone is wearing them. Do . . . do you like it Adam?"