Hot Midwest Summer is a series of several parts. For comprehension and flow, it's best to read the series in order.
Faded Inhibitions
Vicki could easily decipher the activity coming from her daughter's room. As she climbed the stairs, the sounds of sexual pleasure were too obvious to deny.
Approaching her late fifties, Vicki was unabashed about sexual nature and human desires, the evidence apparent as her body began to react to the moans, grunts, and dirty sexual banter. While it wasn't an issue, it was when she identified both of her daughters and her son-in-law enjoying their forbidden fruit. Vicki too became physically aroused.
As her mind raced, she chuckled softly to herself on what her next move should be. Like a child playing with fire, she gave way to every reason she shouldn't.
Vicki paused at the last step in the pitch black of the hallway of the old house and just took in the sounds of sexual desires playing before her. Looking toward the room, Vicki noticed the light beaming from the bottom of the door and the old skeleton keyhole.
'Fuck it, might as well have a peek,' Vicki convinced herself.
Making every attempt to maintain her clandestine approach, Vicki turned her body around and on hands and knees crawled to the door. Steadying her breath, she inched her eye closer to the keyhole. As the objects of the room came into focus, Vicki closed her left eye. Looking straight ahead, she made out the nightstand and lamp. Looking to the right, a chest of drawers. As she looked opposite, her attention focused on her daughter's ass in the air and Killian standing just to her side, stroking his cock. Trista lay in the bed with her legs spread lustfully while Terrana's tongue assaulted her younger daughter's pussy.
Vicki pulled back away from the door to catch her breath; her pussy was turning damp from the erotic display. Again steadying herself, she moved closer for another view. Instantly she focused on Killian's thick cock as it thrust in and out of her daughter's pussy. Instinctively, Vicki's fingers found their way into her shorts and gently caressed her slick protruding nub.
Vicki was unable to take her eyes off Killian. He wasn't really the type that turned her on — studying his pronounced gut and his chubby yet somewhat firm looking ass and his muscular legs. More fascinating to Vicki was Killian's cock. It was a nice size in length but unbelievably thick. Thicker than she's ever witnessed, past or present.
Vicki backed away from the room and returned to the dark hallway. She entered the bathroom to finish herself off and shower before bed.
Following the events of last evening, Vicki woke from her sleep and sauntered to the bathroom. Standing in the mirror, Vicki began her daily body inspection. At 5′1″, Vicki was well aware she had lost height over the years and sticking to every inch of height she could, helped in her confidence. Reaching for the brush on the counter, Vicki brushed her long, chocolate-colored hair, which was still thick and wavy. She often preferred to wear it up for ease and to hide any gray hairs she found lurking. Her face was round but slender and her cheeks covered in their typically warm glow. Her eyes hazel in color, she's often told they are her most attractive quality. Her lips rarely wore lipstick on the account she convinced herself wearing lipstick gave her an odd-looking appearance.
As Vicki studied her face, she could not avoid the full mirror and more so the reflection of her body. Reaching her arms, she still noticed the loose skin underneath her upper arms just not as "in your face" as before. Her hands cupped each of her 38C breasts and gently stroked the nipples. "They still work," she laughed. Vicki squeezed and checked her breasts, thoroughly noticing their weight and increased droop. Her skin was soft, except for the raised bumps surrounding her nipple. The darker skin of her body faded into the milky white of her rarely exposed tits.
Vicki let go of her breast and moved her hands over her tummy. Childbirth and age had settled in rather unpleasantly in her mind. To Vicki, this was the most unflattering part of her body. While her stomach was not as protruded as it once was, the loose skin and stretch marks made it hard for her to look at. Rubbing the skin away from her midsection, she placed her hands on her hips. "Certainly no doubting I have hips," smiled Vicki in the mirror. Unlike the changes in her upper body, her hips remained wide over the years; she actually loved her feminine hips. Vicki turned to her side and looked over her ass. Slightly dimpled, though she could tell working out was firming them up nicely. Bringing both hands over her pubic mound, she gently stroked the hair covering her lady bits. Using her index fingers, Vicki spread apart her labia and grinned. She loved her pussy and its uniqueness.
Continuing to her legs, Vicki noticed the flab on her thighs was disappearing as well. Like her upper body, the darker skin faded into the milky white tops of her thighs from little sun exposure.
Overall pleased with her appearance, Vicki showered, grabbed her robe and tied it around her petite 5′1″ body and walked downstairs to greet her family.
"Good morning, Mom," said Terrana as she handed Vicki a cup of coffee.
"Everyone's still sleeping after last night?" inquired Vicki playfully.
Terrana froze mid-step, "Ummm."
Did she honestly think a mother wouldn't know what goes on her own house? Vicki wondered.
"I'm just poking fun, honey. I know what goes on in my house and it sounds to me everyone is getting along smashingly," Vicki laughed.
Terrana knew her mom well and also knew what she was talking about and trying to deny it would prove silly and pathetic.
"It was amazing,' beamed Terrana. 'Only for a brief moment did it feel awkward, but that quickly faded."
Mother and daughter walked out to the deck and sat down and relaxed while waiting for the rest of the house to wake.
"Do tell, Terrana. You are not seriously going to deny an old woman details, are you?" her mother questioned.
"Really!?! Do you really want details? Well..."
Terrana took a long drag of her cigarette and began detailing the previous evening's juicy details. Her mother's attention squarely focused on the details of her son-in-law's cock, but she listened to all aspects as to not look too obvious. Terrana could even hear her mother's breathing change from calmed breaths to heavy sighs and occasional groans.
Just as Terrana was about to continue, Killian stepped outside with coffee in hand. Turning to his side, he stopped to lean down and kiss his wife passionately. "Good morning, Baby," he whispered in her ear.
As Terrana shuddered, Killian straightened himself up, turned toward Vicki and leaned down and kissed her on her cheek. "Good morning, Mom," he breathed gently into her ear.
Terrana witnessed her mother's reaction upon receiving Killian's morning kiss. Her legs instantly tightened together with her hands between them. She could tell her mother's sensitivity was heightened, no doubt from the story she started sharing.
"It seems you all had a wonderful evening," Vicki stated directly to Killian.
Without skipping a beat, Killian responded in kind, "It was magical, to say the least."
Killian sat next to Terrana, directly opposite of his mother-in-law. As the two conversed, Terrana was reminded of a time years ago when Killian first met her mother. Just now, as before, her mother's eyes again fixated on her husband's crotch, hoping to catch a glimpse of his manhood. Her mother's horrible attempt to be discreet also had not changed over the years.
"Oh hell, Mom, you've wondered for years how his cock looked. Just ask him for a peek," blurted out Terrana.
As Killian spit coffee from his nose, her mother choked on her cigarette.
"Beg your pardon," responded Vicki.
