Oh, Sister! (8)

Oh, Sister! (8)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Remembering her own awful experience losing her virginity, Jennifer has asked her boyfriend Anton to seduce her younger sister, but what of the girl's mother Rose?

Summary

Remembering her own awful experience losing her virginity, Jennifer has asked her boyfriend Anton to seduce her younger sister, but what of the girl's mother Rose?

Content

Submitted: July 15, 2012

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Submitted: July 15, 2012

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Image_196(1).JPG\"I'd kept it from the girls, of course. 

After Ivan left me, there hadn't been anyone for four or five years; with the pain of the separation, trying to keep a career intact and the day-to-day hassles of bringing up eight and twelves year-old daughters, I just didn't have the time or inclination.

But the last two or three years as the girls became more independent, there had been a few men, a couple of quick after-work affairs, not exactly one-night stands because I didn't sleep with them, just somewhat sordid sex, once or twice in a convenient hotel room, once even on my office desk after everyone else had left and that one in particular had a thrill to it as I knew the janitors were cleaning the lower floors and might walk in on us at any minute.

I keep myself pretty fit, maybe three or four pounds heavier than I'd like to be, but when I strip and look at myself  in the mirror, I think  "not bad for 44 years of age, tits sagging a fraction, but still good enough for all but the fussiest, arse well-rounded, again maybe could lose an inch or two.

I met Kevin at one of the office's regular cocktail parties for customers and from a few glances knew it wouldn't be long before we were in bed together.  He pulled me aside less than 30 minutes after we had first spoken and suggested slipping off for a quiet drink, but although I was somewhat aroused, I knew the girls would be waiting for me and I shook my head, whispering quietly "No, I can't tonight, but maybe ...".

The following day I was a little surprised when a letter marked private and confidential and with Kevin's company's letterhead arrived addressed to me. With a little nervous tingle, I tore it open and out dropped his business card, Saturday, 7.30 written on the back with a motel and room number and big question mark.

The answer was definitely a big Yes and I felt a warm spasm in my groin as I thought of the prospect.

For some strange reason, I didn’t want to call him - it could have been a simple Yes, but I wanted to tease him along a bit, so I took one of our own envelopes, wrote a big red tick next to the question mark and returned the card in the same manner it had arrived, "Private and Confidential".

I had told the girls a white lie, Ivan's mother was sick and his family needed a little help - they hadn't had any contact with his family since he left, and if the truth be known, neither had I, but it seemed a pretty watertight alibi for what I was secretly hoping a regular reason for not being home all night

I confess at the time that the suggestion of a Saturday night motel room made me suspicious, but when I arrived, he was totally honest about it, he was happily married, but needed a little excitement outside of the marriage, although he strayed once or twice before, he really wanted me, all of which aroused me and it was a night of great, raw sex before he showered, whispered to me that everything was paid for including breakfast and lunch as well if I wanted.

Over the next month or so, I found myself getting hornier and hornier during the week in anticipation of our Saturday night session, and once or twice when Anton was over and I heard obvious noises from Jen's bedroom, I slipped into my own bed with the hairbrush that I had secretly taken from her room, and fantasized over Kevin as I slid it in and out.

While doing it one night, I was just about to orgasm when I heard Jennifer moan, loudly enough for it to be distinctive, even though the walls.

Suddenly I thought of Anton, he really is a cute young guy with a tight butt and from what I had seen from the swelling in his tight jeans on a couple of occasions, pretty well endowed to go with it, and it was him I was imagining as I pumped the brush a little faster before I came.

Thirty minutes or so later, I heard Anton leave and knew Jen must have felt a little cheated not to have him there beside her for the night. I had been tempted to suggest to her that it was O.K. for him to stay, but I knew and understood how she felt after the incident with her previous boyfriend.

I hadn't in anyway planned it - yes, I had aroused myself before I walked in my nightdress to the kitchen for a cup of milk and seen him standing there watching me buck naked with an erection pointing at the ceiling as I switched off the kitchen light.

No, it was my fault! I could have pushed him away when he came toward, shoved his hand away when took mine and started stroking himself, I only had to say No! when he lifted my nightie and pushed me into the chair ...

... I arrived at the motel feeling a little hotter than normal.  Usually Kevin would be there, naked on the bed in the half-light and I'd quickly strip so we could be at it quickly, once ever arriving with stockings and no panties so I could roll on top of him and guide him inside me before we could say a word

Immediately I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. There was no sign of his car, and when I pushed open the door, the room was in darkness. His note said everything I had dreaded but had subconsciously expected - he loved me, these had been the greatest few months of his life, but he was hurting his wife and the kids were thinking something was wrong.

I didn't want to stay, but I realized that I didn't really have a choice - the girls weren't expecting me and I would have to conjure up some lame excuse if I arrived home and I had nowhere else to go.

After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours in the bed, shedding a few tears now and again and thinking it had been OUR bed, I finally managed to sleep for a while and later next morning after breakfast, I closed up the room, leaving the keys in the door and drove home, still feeling a little pissed-off with life in general and desperately needing some physical and emotional release ...


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