Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Very nice,” Lexi said. She even clapped a little, like she’d created a cute little art project and couldn’t wait to share it with the world. Mother and son stood there, enjoying the sensation of being one once again. “Don’t forget to stir,” Lexi said, clearly teasing her mother. “You, too, bro.”

Christine dutifully reached up for the wooden spoon and started to move it through the stew, but she immediately dropped it as her son moved his massive cock back and forth in her wanting hole.

“Oh fuck,” she said, head drooping. Austin drew back and forth slowly, enjoying every fold of his mom’s pussy. Christine again tried to reach up, but her body betrayed her, cinching back as an early, weak orgasm rolled over her. She keened and hissed.

Lexi grinned at her handiwork, then took off her own gym shorts and tossed them to the side. She reached down and started diddling herself as she watched her brother and mother fuck in the kitchen. Christine was gasping now. Austin was grunting. It really feels like we’re under Lexi’s control, Austin thought.

His older sister knelt down on the ground. She kept one hand in her own snatch and reached up to rub her mother’s clit back and forth. Christine, barely in control already, completely fell apart. Austin quickly grabbed her waist as his mother began to fall forward. She gripped the countertop for dear life, knuckles white. Rambling gibberish.

“My babies. So good. Oh fuck. Cum… Cumming. Can’t. Can’t stop. Oh Austin. Lexi. Please… fffffFUCK!” Christine’s face went bright red as her biggest orgasm yet exploded. If the first few had been tiny grenades, this was a full-on nuclear bomb. Christine’s pussy clamped down on her son’s dick. She gained some control of herself and grabbed her daughter’s hand, holding it in place.

“GrrrrrrrrrrrrAH!” Christine cried, her body arching. She went limp. “Can’t… Oh God.” She was panting. Her entire body flushed red. She pushed her daughter’s hand off her clit. “Too sensitive,” she groaned.

“That looked like a good one,” Lexi said.

“Yes. Oh yes,” Christine said. She kept shaking through aftershocks. Austin knew intuitively that his mother needed a break, but his own biological impulses wouldn’t let him stop. He started to thrust again, but his mother seemed to shy away from him. “Austin baby, I know you want more. But Mommy needs a little break. Why don’t you go play with your big sister instead?”

Austin almost laughed at the domesticity of it. He pulled his penis out of his mother, sticky with her cum. Christine sighed, a sound of disappointment but also relief.

“Come here baby girl,” Christine said, and she led her daughter to the kitchen table. First, she cleared everything off the wooden surface. Then she pushed Lexi back, so the tall brunette was lying right there — knees up, legs spread. Her pussy at the exact right height for her brother’s cock.

Christine walked back over to Austin. She grabbed her son by the dick and led him forward. Austin was getting used to this treatment. He certainly couldn’t complain. Again, Austin found himself being lodged in a pussy, this time his big sister’s. He had no trouble entering her, either. His cock was already slick with his mom’s juices and Lexi was even wetter than Christine. He went balls deep almost by accident. Lexi tilted her head up and practically howled as her brother filled her.

Austin smiled down at the sight in front of him. He hadn’t been inside Lexi since back at the lake and the siblings glorified in the feel of each other, finally reconnected. The way Lexi’s little titties jiggled with every thrust. The wet, smacking sounds as he pistoned in and out of her. The heady scent that he knew was unique to Lexi. He looked up and saw that mother and daughter were making out, too. It only spurred Austin on even more.

“Fuck, my brother feels so good,” Lexi said.

“I know, baby, I know,” Christine said. She entwined her fingers with her daughter’s. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. “You’re doing such a good job. Both of you.”

“Thanks?” Austin said. He’d never been complimented for fucking his sister before.

“Hey Mom?” Lexi asked, her voice small, “Could you maybe, like, do that thing for me that I was doing before?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Oh, of course, honey,” Christine said. She patted Lexi on the head and stood next to Austin. She watched him plowing her daughter and gave him a little nod of approval. Christine reached around his leg, briefly tickled at the root of Austin’s shaft, and found the brunette girl’s little clitty.

“Hmph,” Lexi grunted. Austin could tell she was trying not to scream. The rest of the family was still in the house. He didn’t know how his father or sister would react if they saw this. Lexi clearly wasn’t eager to find out either.

Christine kept battering her daughter’s bean, her hand bumping against Austin’s cock. Finally, Lexi could hold it back no more. She threw her head back and she made a high-pitched hissing noise as a massive orgasm blew through her body. Her cunt collapsed around her brother’s cock, and whatever stamina Austin had left was quickly destroyed.

“M… Mom?” Austin asked. He turned to look at Christine. The blonde mother had stopped rubbing her daughter’s magic button now that she’d reached her peak. “Mom, I’m getting close. Can I? I need to go so bad. Can I cum, please?”

It was a strange instinct. After all, wasn’t it Lexi’s body he was about to fill? But Austin still felt like he needed his mother’s permission for some reason.

“I don’t know,” Christine said, a dirty little smirk played across her face.

“Please?” Lexi gasped, “Please Mom, let my little brother cum in meee!”

Christine reached back and playfully patted her son’s butt cheek. “Well, you both have been so well behaved. I guess I can let you have an extra treat today. OK, honey. Go ahead and fill our little Lexi up.”

As soon as his mother said so, Austin felt his release overcome him. He roared and shot a massive blast of cum right into his big sister’s cunt. A stream of semen that shot past her cervix and into her waiting womb. Lexi stiffened again, as if she hadn’t just cum, and full out screamed.

“That’s a good boy,” Christine said, “Doing so good for Mommy.” She twisted at the waist and Austin realized through the haze of his own ecstasy that his mother was cumming at the same time as both her children.

Austin felt like he was unloading his soul into his older sister. He held onto her thin, taut thighs and basted her pussy full of his seed. Ecstasy filled him throughout, like a rush of rapids. His vision clouded and his whole body went stiff. He heard Lexi gasping and groaning, but it seemed so distant.

Just as suddenly, everything came back into focus. Austin’ cock softened, spent. He leaned back from Lexi and dropped to the kitchen floor. His mother and sister rolled next to him. All three of them bottomless, covered in each other’s spends.

Lexi turned over and kissed Austin on the cheek. His mother did the same on the other side. They both sniggered like guilty children. Slowly, they separated and started to get dressed.

“Oh fuck!” Christine said. Austin looked over. Black smoke was rising out from the giant pot on the cooktop. “Goddammit! I told you kids this would happen.” She shook her finger at them. All three of them started to laugh once again. Austin could barely stand; he was shaking so hard.

The smoke alarm went off, screeching loudly. Christine finally stood up and took the pot off the heat. Austin heard a rush of footsteps.

“What the hell is going on?” James asked. Austin’s father was standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring into the kitchen. Molly was standing behind him, trying to look over his shoulder. Austin was very glad they’d all gotten dressed.

“We’re having sushi for dinner,” Christine announced, like that explained everything.

*

That night, James climbed into bed, his whole body weary. It seemed that all the lack of activity caught up to him in almost the same way that doing a whole lot of things did. He couldn’t remember feeling this tired when he was working, exercising, doing things around the house, and everything else that ordinarily came with everyday life. Now he was doing next to nothing: watching TV, going for drives, taking the occasional work call, and his, well, extracurricular activities with Molly. And yet he was as sleepy as he could remember.

James opened up his iPad and let himself get lost in the Internet. He checked on the family finances (strong as ever), the news (depressing as ever) and the Mariners (worse than usual). The bed shifted as Christine climbed into her side of the bed. James glanced over at her.

His wife was wearing a tank top and long pajama pants: nothing particularly enticing. Yet James had to admit she looked good in it. The inaction of the last few weeks had meant his wife actually had some softness to her body in places. She wasn’t chubby, just a bit rounded off at the angles. James preferred it when Christine looked this way, but he didn’t know how to tell her that. So much of his wife’s self-image was tied up in her near-fanatical exercise regimen.

Christine, sensing James’ eye, looked over at him. She smiled, tentatively. They’d been sharing the same bed for only a few days now and the old familiarity felt strangely foreign.

“Anything interesting in the news?” Christine asked. She lay back and pulled the covers up to her armpits, creating a kind of force field around her body. Armor to keep her husband’s advances at bay.