Bad Mommy
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Mary Fisher is a free-spirited, loving, middle-class wife and devoted mother. One summer afternoon, she’s driven into a new reality by a life-changing encounter with two of her son’s friends. Or rather, they unleash her long-suppressed past. Unbound, she becomes ever more ravenous while trying to balance her existing life. Twists, turns, and secrets revealed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Oral Sex
Epilogue
While leaning back in the Jacuzzi’s forceful jets, I send another long puff of marijuana smoke towards the clear blue sky. Its lengthening wisps match the profound mellowness flooding my tired mind. As birds chirp in the rustling trees, the late afternoon sun heats the skin of my upturned face. At soft fingers tugging gently on the joint, I smile and let Stacy take it to her lips.
“You had me so scared, Mary.”
“Hmm, why, sweetie?”
“Telling me that, um, Tom knew about us. I thought...”
When her voice tapers off into a lengthy toke, I roll my head to gaze at her. With those delicious and well-chewed perky tits peeking above the foam, she’s a picture of sexiness. Even with her brilliant blue eyes fixed on my husband across the hot tub from us.
“Why would that scare you?” I ask, while dragging a fingernail over one of those delightful rubbery little nibs on her shaking chest.
“Mmm, God. How am I still so horny?” With a moan, she shoves her perky globe upward into my palm. “But, um, I thought ... Well, I thought we’d be done. That you’d abandon—”
“What!” My brows knit. After all the guys had left me behind, it’d never crossed my mind to give her up. Or Erin, for that matter. “Oh God, no. I told you. I want to keep you, Stacy.”
“And ... I don’t...” Her voice ends in a growl, sending a slithering cloud of smoke from her shaking lips as I trap the sharp stem with my nails. “Mmm, fuck. That’s good, Mary. But Carl...”
As she thrusts harder into my teasing fingers, I smile at her widening eyes. The way her glossy mouth widens with each gentle tug and twist. Glittery in the sunshine, that delightful tongue-quivering. She’s such fun. My little toy.
“You’re worried he’ll discover you with another man?” After taking a toke, I pass the joint to Tom. “That I can keep you, but my husband can’t? Is that it, Stacy, my horny slut?”
“Um-hmm,” she forces out just before I blast smoke between her trembling lips.
“You’ve got your dainty hand on my husband’s cock, don’t you?”
“Um-hmm. Y-yes.” While staring into my soul, she gnaws on her lower lip. Smoky wisps puff from her flaring nostrils. “Yes, I do, Mary.”
“Slut,” I whisper as I find her ear with my mouth. “That’s it. We’re taking you out. The boys are gone. And Carl’s away, right?”
“Yes,” she hisses, as my other hand slides into her bikini bottom. “Mmm, w-where ... Where are we going?”
“Downtown. A club. One of those—”
“—sex clubs?”
With my fingertips easing into the tiny blonde’s gateway, her squeaky voice wavers. But my eyebrow arches. At her giggle, I also chuckle. Life’s never dull with her. Of course, after Bull’s house party, she’d want more.