From St Kilda to a Fling
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A woman's game of strip poker with her son and his friends ends up having unintended consequences on a trip from Melbourne to Sydney
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Group Sex Double Penetration BBW
Margaret woke up, the sun shining into her eyes. As she came back to consciousness, all the events of the past two days came rushing back into her mind. She covered her face briefly as she realised that she fell asleep naked, with her son’s cum drying on her ample breasts. Oh God, she groaned to herself, I’m such a ... slut. Somehow, even applying that word to herself made her thrill and her pussy tingle. She was all in, on a ride seeking another sexual high like an addict. She knew that she was going to meet with Stacey and arrange for herself to soon be spit roasted by her son and his friends again.
She got up and took a quick shower, washing the evidence of last night’s infidelity off her. As she rubbed her tits in the shower, she made a mistake of thinking about what happened too much. Margaret moaned as she brushed her hardening nipples. The memory of her son’s cock exploding on her and his skillful hands making her cum so hard that he had to cover her mouth. I don’t even know what time it is, Margaret thought as one of her hands started pulling on her nipples and the other stole down to her pussy. She leaned against the shower wall, pistoning her fingers in and out of herself. Very soon, her pussy spasmed as she came, her legs shaking. What is wrong with me? she wondered. Not that she was complaining, she amended. After all, she had more orgasms in the last two days that the previous two years combined or so it felt like.
She quickly finished washing and dried herself off. As she came downstairs, Tim was already tucking into sausages while chatting to Amanda. He grinned at Margaret and she blushed, despite her best efforts. She sat next to him, trying to ignore the heat coming off his body. As Tim turned back to Amanda, he noticed her again looking at him as though she was seeing everything he was thinking. He momentarily choked on his food and tried to push the feeling away. They continued chatting and laughing, trying to act normal.
After breakfast, Margaret saw there was a message from Stacey on her phone. They arranged to catch up in a cafe near the beach. Tim went to see his friends while Margaret headed off for her rendezvous. Stacey hasn’t changed a bit from how Margaret remembered her. “Wow, Stace,” she exclaimed with a touch of envy. “You’ve really kept yourself in shape.” Stacey was a similar age to Jackie, with ash-blonde hair and penetrating gray eyes. However, her body was a sharp contrast to Jackie’s muffin-like appearance. Her stomach was flat and her calves were toned. A set of medium-sized breasts, which her t-shirt showed off to good effect, completed the picture. The two women hugged and spent a bit of time talking about their old acquaintances. Finally, Margaret worked up her courage to ask Stacey her most important question.
“Say, Stace, I heard that you and your husband have a beach house in Bundeena,” she said.
“Oh, yeah, we still do” Stacey answered.
“Well, I was wondering if I could use it, while I’m staying here.”
Stacey raised an eyebrow. “Well, there’s no one renting it right now and we weren’t planning on staying there. But I thought you were staying at your mum’s house.”
Margaret found herself blushing again. “Well, um, yes, I am ... but there’s a ... friend that I might need to bring there ... to show them the beach and all that...” she found herself stammering towards the end of the sentence.
Stacey’s eyebrows shot up further. “A friend? Jacks ... is this what I’m thinking?” “What are you thinking?” Margaret asked archly, deciding to play the role that she assigned herself.
“Are you ... having an affair?” Stacey asked tentatively. Margaret again found herself blushing. “W-well, I ... well, kind of...” she stammered again, losing her nerve, and then tried to pull herself together. “Darren and I have our ups and downs. I think right now I deserve some self-care.”
“Wow!” Stacey exclaimed. “And here I’m thinking you were such a goody-goody girl. Of course, you deserve to be happy”. Impulsively she leaned over the table, giving Margaret another hug. “Darren ... look, I will be honest, I never felt that good about him”.
Margaret sighed. “It’s just ... hard,” she said, the words coming out more plaintively than she expected. Stacey gave her another hug. “I’m always here for you, Jacks!” she said.
Margaret felt slightly guilty. Stacey didn’t suspect just how little of the goody goody girl remained in a woman who was getting wet thinking about fucking her son and two of his friends at the same time. And yet she couldn’t deny that she was. Her mind was already casting itself forward, anticipating their day together. Stacey asked for a bit of detail on her putative lover and she quickly made up some details. She found that she was incorporating features of all three boys into her descriptions. Eventually they said their good byes, Stacey promising complete discretion and secrecy.
Feeling frisky, Margaret ducked into the beach change rooms on the way back. Slipping into one of the stalls, she pushed up her skirt and and pulled down her panties. Pulling out her phone, she took a selfie of herself looking down at the camera with a few fingers jammed into her pussy. She could barely see her face in the photo because of her pendulous breasts overhanging the camera. She sent the photo to Tim, telling him to show it to Mark and Jake and to tell them that she will drive them all to a beach house tomorrow. Tim immediately replied “Can’t wait, Mum! We are gonna have so much fun;)”. Margaret felt a frisson of arousal and suddenly had another idea. Stopping by a boutique, she asked to see their lingerie selection.
The wanton mother felt another thrill as she tried on a few pieces. She felt deliciously sensual and sexy. Just the thought of Tim seeing her in something like this was making her pussy wet. Eventually she settled on a purple push-up bra and a sheer pair of frilly panties. The bra made her already huge breasts seem even bigger, while her bush clearly showed through the thin material. “Tim and the boys will love it,” Margaret thought, examining herself in the mirror. “Especially Tim.” Her heart fluttered, her maternal love for her son now mixing with the potent lust of wanting to feel him inside her again. Her belly did rather overhang the panties but the excess weight certainly did not deter the horny young men last time. She quickly paid for her purchases and headed back to Amanda’s place.
Tim came back later that evening. He grinned when he saw Jackie, trying to hide the lust blazing in his eyes. They spent the evening playing cards with Amanda, Jackie’s mind going back to the recent strip poker game. As she looked over at Tim, it was clear that he was thinking about the same thing. She chuckled inwardly and made eyes at him. Tim gulped, trying not to be too obvious about his growing erection as he shifted in his seat. He tried hard not to think about Jackie’s legs wrapped around him.
Finally, as the hour was getting late, Tim felt himself getting a bit tired. He went upstairs while Margaret and Amanda shared some wine. “Well,” Amanda said “Tim has certainly turned into a fine young man, hasn’t he?” Her eyes bored into Jackie, twinkling with amusement. Margaret chuckled slightly nervously. “He, er, certainly has,” she said, a bit too quickly. She felt as though her Mum was looking right through her and could read all her thoughts.
“And his friends are quite nice,” Amanda ruminated. “Mark and what was his name?” “Jake,” Margaret said, finding herself blushing slightly as the memory of his engorged member flitted through her mind. Angela again glanced at her shrewdly. “And how are things with Darren?” she asked.
“Not good,” Margaret said, drawing a shuddering breath. “We’ve been having issues. A lot of issues,” she added. Angela reached out and patted her hand. “You deserve to be happy” she said, simply. There was so much contained in that phrase. It’s almost like her mother had some inkling of what was happening and she was giving it her blessing or absolution. Margaret felt tears prickle at the corner of her eyes. “Thank you, Mum,” she sighed, putting everything into her words: her gratitude to Amanda for being there for her, her worries over the last few days...
Amanda patted her hand again. “Well,” she said, “it is getting late. I had best turn in. What did you say you were doing tomorrow?”. “I was going to drive Tim down to Bundeena. Me and Stacy used to go there to go swimming back in our wilder days,” Margaret said with a giggle. Amanda chuckled. “Aye, you certainly were a bit of a handful back in those days”. “And now I’m more than a handful,” Margaret parried, examining her ample figure with mock despair. The women laughed as they made their way upstairs for the night.
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