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Chapter 9: After Dinner

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 9: After Dinner - Mothers can be maternal, or infernal and despicable. Here, a good mother earns a life of love, lust, and happiness, while older children of bad mothers escape—including sisters whose parents wanted to traffic them overseas. Through blood and marriage ties and many twists and turns, these nine characters have the happy endings (in every sense) they deserve. Contains hydrotherapy and transvestism (a woman in hiding, who adopts a temporary male identity and clothing).

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   Mult   Coercion   NonConsensual   Rape   Romantic   Teen Siren   Gay   Lesbian   Heterosexual   CrossDressing   Fiction   Crime   Rags To Riches   Sharing   Incest   Mother   Daughter   Uncle   Swinging   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Male   Hispanic Female   Anal Sex   First   Lactation   Massage   Oral Sex   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Menstrual Play   Nudism   Slow   Violence  

After finishing dinner and cleaning up, Lucia had an announcement.

“I’m getting in the water first. This time, Gabe is the ‘Nude Descending the Staircase.’ Mia, up to you.”

“I’m going to follow Gabe. I want to see if he wants to watch me on those steps like he watched you.”

“I think we’ll all be happy with that. It’s crazy that we had to drive a couple hundred miles just to ogle each other.”

“I think that’s going to change, Mama. I expect Gabe is going to hide all my clothing in our house that I don’t wear to work, and I’ll just be parading around the house naked. Better watch out, he might hide YOUR clothes too.”

“That’s a terrible idea. With both of us naked, he’ll be so busy jacking off that he won’t get anything done. It will be me out there again, changing the oil.”

“You’re teasing me again, Lucia.”

“Hey, the last time I teased you, you were about to splatter all over us. So, why should I stop?”

“Mia, help!”

“I am going to help. Mama, you’re going in the water first, to watch Gabe. Then I’ll follow him. Let’s go!”

About twenty minutes later, Lucia was back in the water after her first 15-minute interval. Gabe was seated on the edge, showing his appreciation for Mia’s staircase show (which, truth be told, included a great deal of extra wiggling).

Mia swam over between his knees and planted a closed-lips kiss on his erection.

“Looks like I still got it.”

“I had no idea stairs could be so hot. Now I wish we had a two-story house.”

Lucia was back in the molded seat with the most emitters, being pummeled by the mixture of hot water and air bubbles jetting against her back. She spoke with a blissful note in her voice.

“Mia, what did you just do to Gabe?”

“I kissed his dick, why?”

“I am a failure as a mother. That was the worst blowjob in human history. Would you please show that wonderful man, who brought us to this paradise and healing waters, the love he so richly deserves?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Am I not speaking English? I don’t know enough Spanish for ‘blowjob.’ Put Gabe’s lovely cock between your lips and make him fill your mouth with his cream. And if you don’t swallow, I’ll push you aside and do it myself.”

Gabe didn’t know what else to do, so he just laughed.

Lucia continued, “If you want a job done right, you have to...”

Mia was still down between his knees but shook her head.

“I need to get up on the edge. It’s time, and I’m overheating. OK, now that there’s no bubbling in my ears, let’s try that again. Mama, why did you say that?”

“It’s simple, Mia. Up here at this house, because of your fine husband, I’m enjoying the first full respite from back pain without drugs since as far back as I can remember.

“Because of your husband, I’m feeling attractive for the first time since Hector made love to me for the last time. Because of your husband, my precious daughter has happiness and seven years of a great marriage with hot sex. Because of your husband, I have a home and a family where I feel welcome. Because of your husband, my itchy pussy lips are going to get shaved, so they won’t be bugging me.

“Mia, all men love blow jobs. There isn’t a man on this planet more deserving than Gabe. If the two of us keep causing his erections, the LEAST you can do is give the poor guy relief. And, despite what I just said, I’m sorry; blowing him is your job, not mine.”

“That’s the way you feel about Gabe, Mama?”

“That’s the part I can put into words. I saw you kiss his dick, and I was going to go inside and let you have some privacy, but I can’t seem to force myself out of this spa.”

“Mama, that’s not all.”

“No, you’re right. Forgive me, but I wanted to watch. I want to study his body the way he’s been studying us. And if you were busy sucking, you wouldn’t notice me playing with my hand buried between my legs.”

Mia turned to her husband.

“Gabe, you’re being quiet. What do you think about all this?”

“I’m a little shocked. I have trouble remembering when your mother last cursed, much less all these revelations. I think I need some time to take this all in. But one thing strikes me as unfair. She’s right; I was inspecting her awfully closely. Lucia, you really are exceptional, second only to Mia in my eyes.

“We have a half hour left out here in the hot water. To be fair, I’m going to sit on the edge by you so you can have that close inspection that only Mia has seen before. Because I want to have a no swimsuit rule in our backyard too, and part of that is that you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

“We can talk about other things after we go back inside the house, and remember, this is the first of our three nights here.”

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