Lisa
Copyright© 2025 by Mr Anton Pipe
13. Play Me
Erotica Sex Story: 13. Play Me - More than a dozen years after the events in Nappies and Bills, Jack invites his first serious girlfriend to spend a weekend with the family. Her parents would never have allowed it, except his Mum was deputy head of their school. Nothing unexpected could happen...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son InLaws Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Fisting Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism
By the time Lisa had come down from the high of being fingered naked in the park they were almost home. Jack assured her that several people had seen her from a distance and two had stopped to watch her hips thrusting against his fingers, her head thrown back and her body arched over his knees. Squirting against his palm and keening like a wild animal. She was still glowing and his words made her glow all the more.
“I refuse to sleep apart from you tonight,”
she said.
“I’ll wait thirty minutes after I’m in bed and then I’m coming to the spare room. If we get caught I’m moving in with you and your kinky relatives. I hope that’s OK.”
“You’ll always be welcome in my bed.”
They were home and Lisa had to restrain herself from the reaction she wanted to give to that. The orgasms she’d had in the park helped a lot and it was a calm, pleasant evening and a good family dinner. Mum really pulled out all the stops and she was so busy running around to make it work they were able to feed one another most of the entrée by hand.
Dad even hung around for a card game afterwards which he usually opted out of. Jack knew the game which impressed Dad as he thought it rather obscure.
“My Uncle Billy Everard plays this one,”
Jack said.
“Not the playwright Billy Everard, who does lifestyle and opinion pieces in the Alm Journal?”
“Yes. That’s Mum’s younger brother. He’s quite famous now.”
“That he is and a damn fine writer.”
Dad was clearly a fan. All Lisa could think of was a teenager fucking his red hot sister on an old couch. Dad might have changed his tune had he known that about Billy Everard, or anything about his wife she realised. Aunt Phil was said to be wilder than Molly herself. The glow from earlier returned and she felt a bit stuffy in the still indoor air.
“Are you alright dear. You didn’t catch the sun earlier did you?”
“No mum, it was cloudy out most of the time. I’m OK, just a little warm. You know how it can be sometimes.”
Mum gave her one of those looks that said,
“Maybe I do but you don’t dear and you aren’t taking off another single item of clothing considering how little you’re wearing already.”
Mum could put a lot into a look.
The game was good but Lisa lost focus towards the end. Dad finally managed to win one over Jack and everyone seemed satisfied and ready for bed.
Lisa gave her lover a chaste kiss on the cheek, in full view of the parents and sent him off with a,
“Good night Jack.”
When Jack had gone and Lisa was on her way, not being in any hurry she heard her mother saying,
“ ... such a nice boy...”
and
“ ... a lot smarter than he looks...”
from her father.
Jack, it seemed, had made the right impression. Perhaps being allowed further visits wasn’t unthinkable. It almost made her reconsider her plans. Almost.
It was forty minutes before Lisa crept across a silent pitch dark landing and slipped into the spare room. Jack was in bed but awake and waiting for her.
“Cute pyjamas.”
She put a finger to his lips in response and whispered.
“They’re yours to do whatever you want with. As am I. Teach me tap, strip me, fuck me, rub your self all over me, mess up my hair, put your fingers in me any way you like. Just two things.”
“OK.”
“Do it quietly and while we’re doing whatever you want, whisper to me about the wildest sexiest things Molly and your Aunt Phil get up to. You know just so that I’m prepared if I meet her.”
“What did I do to deserve a babe of pure hotness like you,”
Jack whispered and rolled quickly around out of the bed and knelt in front of her. He spent the next ten minutes removing her soft, grey felt, pyjama bottoms, inch by inch from her body with his mouth. Pausing to whisper snippets about his Mum and his Aunt as he remembered them. Some of it was spoken and some in tap. Some was both and that was teaching to read.
“I walked in once on Dad and Matt and Uncle Billy playing pass the parcel with Aunt Phil. They were sat on the couches in the den at the Power house passing her from one lap to another. Fucking her for ten strokes and then passing her on. I watched them for about five minutes before Dad caught me. He was out by then. Each time the music stopped whoever was fucking Phil had to finish and come on her, then they were out.”
“That sounds like a game where everyone wins.”
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