Slumber Orgy
Copyright© 2018 by Dexter Xavier
Chapter 9: Motherfucker
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Motherfucker - Five girls liven up their slumber party by inviting the hostess' brother.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Aunt Nephew BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts
29
The next day after school, Jimmy found Aunt Denise waiting outside. And not just for him: she invited Lydia and Stacey into the car too. Whatever she had in mind, it needed all of them.
Though she kept quiet during the drive. Soon, they were all at her place. The teens sat on the couch together while their hostess paced.
“I’m...” She looked down at her fidgeting hands while she spoke. “I’m not sure how to say this...”
Oh no. Jimmy had been worried this might happen. He took a deep breath. “Mom wants to meet your new boyfriend, doesn’t she?”
Denise froze mid-step, then nodded. “But ... that’s not all.”
He winced. “She doesn’t just want to meet him,” he guessed. “She wants an ... introduction.” When she looked surprised at his guess, he added, “Erica overheard them talking about ... opening their marriage.”
Denise just ... nodded.
“Wait.” Stacey looked back and forth between them. That took some twisting, since she was in Jimmy’s lap. “You mean an... introduction introduction. Like... hooking her up.”
Denise fell into the recliner. “That’s why everyone’s here. I knew Jimmy wouldn’t even ... entertain the thought, not without talking to you.”
“I...” Stacey fidgeted. “It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”
“You’re the one who said incest was nothing new,” Denise said.
“With siblings,” Stacey said. “Cousins. An aunt. You’re talking about a straight-up parent. I don’t think even Vegas has fucked her mom or dad.”
“So ... you think I shouldn’t?” Jimmy asked. If either of his girlfriends said no, that would be that, and it would make the decision a lot easier.
Stacey twisted around to look into his face. For a long moment of silence, she just chewed her lip. Eventually, she sighed. “It’s weird,” she repeated, “but I’ve done plenty of weird things. If you want to do this, I won’t stop you.” She took his hand.
Lydia took the other. “It’s your choice, Jimmy. Whichever way you go, I’m with you.”
Which meant he had to actually think about it.
“It...” he started, then faded out.
“I mean...” That was a similar non-starter.
Eventually, he sighed. “She’s my mom.”
Denise moved closer, into her favourite spot: kneeling in front of him. His hands were both occupied, so she touched his knee. “And? What does that mean?”
“I love her.” That went without saying, but saying it was still important. “And it’s not like she’s ugly, but ... she’s my mom. I’ve never thought of her ... that way.”
“You hadn’t thought of me that way either, right?” Denise asked. “Not at first.”
“I mean, when I saw you in that dress, that started some thoughts happening.” He sighed and squeezed his girlfriends’ hands. But there was one person he hadn’t asked. “What do you think, Denise?”
She chewed on that. “You remember how I was? Dissatisfied, lonely, ashamed?”
He nodded.
“She’s like that,” Denise said. “She’s been like that longer. And she’s had less satisfaction.” She squeezed his knee. “You love her, you want her to be happy?”
“Of course.” He sighed it, because he knew where she was going.
“It’s still your choice,” she said. “But if you want my opinion? This could make her happy. As happy as you’ve made me. Give it a chance?”
He took a slow, deep breath. It still felt weird. Even with everything he’d done with both Erica and Denise, showing this love in that way still felt weird.
But his ‘play’ with Denise was weird too, and that had surprised him. Surprised all of them. ‘Weird’ didn’t have to be ‘bad’.
And ... like Denise said, he only had to commit to giving it a chance.
“Alright,” he said. “I have an idea.”
30
Mary couldn’t hear herself think over the sound of her own heartbeat, and nothing had even happened yet. It was Saturday morning, and even getting ready made her nervous.
She kept looking around, making sure she wouldn’t be caught as she put on makeup. But who would catch her? Patrick and Erica would be occupied with each other for hours. Jimmy had gone out somewhere with Lydia. Mary put on her plum lipstick and lavender eyeshadow, and the world didn’t end. She squeezed into her little black dress, and nothing exploded.
Once she’d powdered her nose — Denise had insisted she get that done, for some reason — she left the house, and still wasn’t interrogated. Though Patrick already knew full well where she was going, she didn’t want to see how Erica would react to her mom dressed up for a hot date.
But she ... she needed this. If it was at all possible, if it could be nearly as good for her as it was for Denise, she needed to try.
Soon, she arrived at her sister’s apartment. Denise waited for her on the couch, wearing a silk robe and a smile that mixed nervousness with encouragement.
Mary took deep breaths as she sat down next to her. A soft hug at least helped calm her heartbeat down to the point she could hear again. “So, um, where are we going? Is there some club, or?” It was morning, but it was also Saturday. There were clubs open at that kind of time, right?
“We’re not going anywhere. He’s going to meet us here.” Denise sat back from the hug and looked into her eyes. “After I get you ready.”
“Ready?” Her own sister getting her ‘ready’? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “What kind of ready?”
“First, you’ll have to undress.”
Mary tensed.
Denise gave her a hard look. Was that what it looked like when Mary used her hard stare? “You came here planning to have sex. Did you think you wouldn’t have to be naked at any point?”
“I...” She hadn’t thought the nudity would come so soon.
But the fact it was made it all feel more ... goal-oriented. A much more casual approach to sex. That was a major part of what she’d hoped for.
So she slowly unzipped her black dress and peeled out of it. Then, as Denise’s hard gaze insisted, out of everything underneath too. It felt strange to be naked in front of her sister — yes, she’d walked in on Denise plenty of times, but this was the other way around.
By reflex, she sat with her soft thighs together and her hands clasped in front of her such that her arms concealed her heavy breasts. “What, um. What now?”
Denise’s answer was simply to take her hand and walk with her towards the bedroom. Mary felt silly at first; with every step, she felt the jiggles of her own softness. Yoga kept her flexible and fit, but it didn’t make her skinny. It was ridiculous to think that some stranger would want to—
Then she saw the bed. And the ropes already tied at all four corners. Her heart jumped and glowed with heat at the sight. “I’m ... I’m going to be...”
“Once you lay down, yeah.” Denise sat on the bed’s edge and patted the mattress. “Come on.”
Such an inviting gesture, and from her own sister. Mary’s feelings split in two. That was her sister. But ... that meant she knew her, too. She lay back and surrendered much more comfortably than she would for a complete stranger.
Denise’s touch was gentle as she guided Mary’s wrists upwards. Almost like a soft caress, even as she tightened the ropes. It felt good—
No. No, she put it out of her mind. That was her sister. They were both women, anyway. Mary was there for Denise’s master, not Denise herself. And this wasn’t sex, not yet.
Even if it felt so sexy to have her limbs held spread in rope-enforced surrender. It was sex-adjacent at most.
As each limb was bound, Denise checked: she fit two fingers under each loop of rope to make sure they weren’t too tight. As she finished off with Mary’s left ankle, she nodded in satisfaction. “How does that feel?”
“Nngh.”
“I’ll take that to mean ‘good’.” Denise’s amused tone made her squirm. “You’re almost ready. There’s one more thing.”
Mary lifted her head and saw Denise holding a wide black band with a single horizontal strap. A blindfold.
“Privacy is important,” Denise said. “Part of why we’re doing it here — why we’re not going out — is your privacy. He doesn’t want anyone to see you out there and get the wrong idea.”
Even if ‘that married woman is fucking someone other than her husband’ would have been the objectively correct idea. Mary should have thought of that while she was getting dressed up.
“But his privacy too,” Denise continued. “This is a first for him. He wants to go slow, to try it, and decide if he wants to ... introduce himself, later.”
Mary’s heart grew louder again. “He wants ... he wants me blindfolded. He wants to come in here, find me blind and naked and tied up, and fuck me without me seeing his face.”
Maybe someone else would have backpedalled, weaselled, hedged. Tried to make it sound better. But Denise knew her. She met her eyes and said, “Yes.”
Mary whined. “And it’s ... it’s okay?”
“I’ll be right here. I’ll talk you both through it, I’ll help him with you. And he’s a good guy.” She squeezed Mary’s bound hand. “You’ll be safe.”
Mary groaned, flopping her head back on the pillow. “How did you find someone so perfect?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Mary closed her eyes and let herself be blindfolded. The fabric pressed down on her eyelids, making it harder to lift them; and it rendered even the morning daylight into darkness.
“Last chance,” Denise whispered. Her tone was low, soft, soothing. “Say the word, and I’ll untie you and you can put your clothes on, go back home, and pretend none of this ever happened.”
Go back home to a husband far too kind and passive to tie her down and use her. Pretend she was satisfied, pretend she was a good, respectable woman who didn’t want to be treated like an object.
She’d tried. She really had.
“Or,” Denise continued, “You could just nod, and I’ll let him know you’re ready.”
Mary did the only thing she could do. She nodded.
31
Half an hour earlier, Jimmy and Lydia had arrived. After a warm welcome from Denise, they slipped into the bathroom to hide and wait.
Jimmy spent the time pacing back and forth, padding as quietly as he could, and keeping his ears strained.
With a smile and a touch on the arm, Lydia whispered, “It’s okay to be nervous.” He’d told her the same thing before plenty of major exams, even before they’d started dating.
The memory made him smile as he took her hand. “Yeah. It’s just...”
“And...” She looked at him over her glasses. “It’s okay to change your mind.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want to do this. I choose to do this. It’s just...” He winced.
“You’re worried about performing.”
He ... nodded.
“Well, I can help with that.”
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