This is story #5 in "The Good Wife" series. It is recommended that the stories be read in the correct order, as the story does proceed chronologically. I apologize for any confusion relative to the titles, and I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I have had writing them. Please take the time to vote or leave a comment, the authors do appreciate it ... rmdexter
15-year old Zach sat nervously in his room, wondering what was happening with his mother and sister. His 14-year old sister, Grace, had come home unexpectedly and discovered Zach and his mother fucking their brains out. His mother, Alicia, had immediately sent him to his room with the promise to come for him later. He'd secretly watched the two of them from the hallway outside his mother's room, and it looked like his mother had calmed Grace down, the young girl's naïve curiosity surpassing her shock at what she had witnessed. And now, his mother had taken the young girl into her bathroom, and had told Zach to go to his room, but not before giving his stiff young cock a teasing squeeze. He'd been waiting patiently, eager to find out what Grace was going to do. He was sure that with the amount of time that had passed, there was no way she was going to squeal on them, to their father or to anyone else. Nevertheless, he sat in his room fidgeting, wondering what the two of them were doing.
"Zach." He looked up to see that his mother had opened his bedroom door, her face peering around the door frame, her body hidden from view. She had a calm peaceful look on her face, letting him know everything was alright. Zach felt the anxiety he'd been feeling shiver out of his body as he looked at her pretty face.
"We're ready for you now," his mother said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she looked him up and down as he sat on his bed in his underwear. "Good, keep your boxers on. I want you to take that jar of Vaseline of yours and go sit in the reading chair in my room. Just put the Vaseline on the little table beside the chair."
With that, she disappeared. Zach reached into the drawer of his computer desk and pulled out the big tub of Baby-Fresh Vaseline he kept there, his lube of choice for jerking off. He'd been using it for a long time now. As he pulled it out of the drawer, he thought of all those times he'd fantasized about his mother, his greasy Vaseline-covered hand sliding rhythmically along his beefy dick as he'd pictured all the nasty things he wanted to do to her. Just the baby powder scent from the open container could send the blood rushing to his prodigious member. He took the sizeable jar and went to his mother's room, seeing the door to the en-suite bathroom was closed. His mother had turned on the lamp next to her big easy chair that sat at a diagonal in the corner of the room. Zach eased himself into the chair, setting the jar of lube on the table next to him.
"I think he's here," Alicia said, putting down the makeup brush on the desk in the dressing area that led from the bedroom to the en-suite. Once she'd finished riding Grace's face and having the young girl eat and rim her through a couple of delicious orgasms, she'd washed the sticky remnants of her cunt-honey off the young girl's face. When she'd removed the hair band from her daughter's head, Grace had shaken her hair out of the ponytail, her sandy-blonde locks falling about her shoulders attractively. Alicia had gone to summon Zach, and when she returned, she touched up the pretty girl's makeup, before reapplying a glossy layer of pink lipstick that she'd rubbed totally off by grinding her needy twat against the girl's face just a few minutes before. She looked at her handywork, knowing that glistening pink mouth was something she and her well-hung son would be putting to good use for the rest of the night—starting right now.
"Grace, I want you to wait here," Alicia said, standing next to the door leading back into the bedroom. "You can watch from here, but it should only be a minute or two before I call you." Alicia looked at her daughter's glossy pink lips, and knew just what she wanted before going out to see her son. "C'mere, Baby. I want you to suck on Mommy's nipples for a minute. I want you to make them nice and thick for your brother to see."
Grace obediently stepped over to her mother and lowered her lips, slipping them over Alicia's pert red nipples. Her mother's nicely-shaped breasts were wickedly displayed above the tantalizing demi-cups of her sexy bustier. The teenager sucked on one breast before moving to the other, the swelling rubbery pebbles glistening with her gooey saliva.
Grace had been shocked to see her mother and brother fucking, but when her mother talked to her about how special that relationship was between the two of them, Grace understood. Their family unit had been shattered when news of her father's taste for hookers was made public. Grace had wept, and wanted everything to be back to normal—but she knew in her heart things would never be the same. She tried to do whatever she could to make everyone happy. She knew that was her nature to let others lead the way while offering whatever help she could. If her mother wanted to be with Zach in that way, Grace had no intention of stopping her. She wanted the three of them to be close, to have their own special loving relationship. She knew she would be happy letting her mother and Zach show her what they wanted her to do, and she would try her hardest to make them pleased with her. And if pleasing them pleased her as well, it was all that much better—like the way her pussy was tingling as she sucked on her mother's beautiful breasts right now.
"That's good, Baby," Alicia said, pulling Grace's eagerly working mouth off her soft breasts. They both looked down at her glistening nipples, the deep red bullets swollen with blood and thrusting provocatively forward. Alicia turned and slipped out of the room, leaving the door open a few inches for Grace to look through.
"Hi Sweetie, how's my big boy doing?" Alicia said as she walked across the room towards her son, her hips swaying sensually as she moved languidly in the 4" stilettos.
"Oh Mom, you look amazing!" Zach gushed as he took in the sight of his sexy mother. The scarlet corset she'd been wearing earlier was incredibly erotic, but what she wearing now took his breath away. The black bustier was fucking unbelievable. It fit her lithe hourglass figure like a second skin, the shiny black fabric looking wickedly exciting against her pale white skin. The shelf-like demi-cups lewdly displayed her succulent tits, the curving half-cups ending enticingly just below her areolae. Zach licked his lips in anticipation as he stared at his mother's spectacular nipples, the throbbing red buds glistening wetly. His eyes followed the sensuous lines of the devilish bustier down over his mother's nipped-in waist to where it flared out and ended on her sloping hips. She had on a matching pair of French-cut panties, the shiny black panties cut viciously high on her sexy hips.
"Thanks, Baby, I'm glad you like this outfit too," Alicia said as she turned in slow circle, modelling the sexy outfit for her admiring son. Zach's eyes never left his mother's mouthwatering body, his gaze now running down over her long, shapely legs. He felt his cock starting to surge and lift beneath his boxers as he looked at her gorgeous legs, beautifully encased in sheer black thigh-highs, the intricate lacy bands hugging the tops of her supple thighs sinfully. His gaze drifted down past her dimpled knees to her sexy muscular calves, then to her delicate feet, sensuously cradled within black suede pumps with a nasty-looking metal stiletto heel.
With his cock on the rise, Zach slowly let his eyes drift back up her body to her pretty face, her lovely exotic features beautifully accented by a wide rhinestone choker circling her neck. The glittering choker looked wickedly erotic, conjuring up all kinds of sinful images of dominant women in his brain. He saw she'd touched up her makeup after the intense fuck they'd had earlier, her eyes looking smoky and incredibly alluring with the dark eye shadow she'd chosen to go with the black outfit. Her full mature lips were a brilliant red slash across her face, the vivid red lipstick seeming to call out to him to pierce that glossy wet aperture with his turgid member.
"Mom. I ... I love that outfit," Zach stammered, his swelling cock continuing to lift his boxers away from his groin.
"Do I look as good as one of those Photoshopped pictures of yours?" Alicia said as she put her hands on her hips and looked back over her shoulder at her young son, posing provocatively beneath his hungry gaze. She remembered how excited she'd been to see the numerous pictures Zach had created by Photoshopping her head onto the bodies of models dressed in lingerie or sexy outfits. She knew some people would find it perverse, but she found it wickedly exciting knowing her son had created those pictures of her to jerk off to.
"Better," Zach replied, loving the way the tightly cinched corset accentuated his mother's spectacular figure.
Grace watched all this through the crack in the door, her pussy seeping girly juices into her panties already. Just the way her mother moved looked intensely erotic, and the confident way she carried herself in the sexy lingerie made Grace's heart flutter with desire. She looked at her brother, and could tell by the rising bulge beneath his boxers that he felt the same way.
"Well, Zach, I've got a little treat for you," Alicia said with a mischievous smile on her face as she turned towards the bathroom door. "Grace. Come out here, Baby." Feeling unsure of herself, the young girl opened the door and tentatively stepped forward, her heart in her throat.
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