A Nice Family

And just as speedily, Michael kissed her back. Then he did it again. And again. The next one was longer, and the one after longer still. He introduced tongue as he became more passionate.

Finally, Kate pulled back. "Satisfied? You got a nice, passionate kiss."

But Michael ignored what she was saying, and instead, took her hand and placed in on his pants where his hard cock was. He moved her hand up and down.

Kate got the message, rolled her eyes, and with a look of disdain, continued to rub him through his pants. She stopped and asked, "You really expect me to go through with this?"

He merely grinned, sat back and started undoing his belt and zipper. Next, he fished his cock out and returned her hand to it. Euphoria overcoming him, he continued his role of aggressor as he leaned in pressing his mouth to Kate's. He expected her to back away, but she did not, so he applied a little tongue that it seemed she willingly accepted.

She did not mention it, but Kate was impressed by his size; not as big as her men—as he had boasted—yet large enough to take seriously. As she started stroking him, he leaned in for another kiss.

The feel of her soft, delicate hand wrapped around his hard cock was about as divine as anything he had ever experienced. That alone would have been enough. But then, she started stroking it, and in addition to heaven, he couldn't help but let a long moan escape his lips.

After only a couple of minutes, he pulled away, fearing that the combination of their kissing and her tugging him would have him exploding very soon. However, even with just the latter, he wasn't certain how long he could last. Even glancing down to watch her fist gliding up and down his shaft was stimulating. Yet, in doing that, he also saw her shapely legs, spread slightly, her skirt halfway up her thighs and his hand was drawn to them. He caressed her inner thigh tenderly, reveling in the touch of something so previously forbidden.

He smiled while cooing an, "Mmmmm," as Kate twisted more toward him sending the hem of her skirt up, exposing a great deal of thigh.

Michael was now almost beyond controlling himself, and all he could do was fall back in his chair as Kaki's mother continued to jerk him off. Once more, he leaned over to kiss her, and he noticed, her skirt seemed to slide further up her shapely legs. He couldn't help but reach out and glide his hand up the inside of her smooth leg to the hem of the skirt.

Much to his surprise, this was all going much better than he expected. The one thing that really made it more than just a handjob was the kissing. The woman really knew how to kiss. She had softer lips than any girl he had ever swapped spit with, all whom had been his own age. Experience really was everything, and he knew he had been right to go after Mrs. Kruger rather than her daughter.

In a fog and breathing heavily, his hand still on her thigh, he bravely moved his hand up to the joining of her legs, and when he felt the moistness in her panties, it was the final stimulus that sent the first volcanic eruption spewing from the head of his cock. Some of it landed on his shirt and the rest on her fist, some of which she used to further lubricate his rod. And all the while sounds of pleasure were escaping his throat.

He would have loved another kiss, and though he tried valiantly, Michael had little stamina remaining offer any suction.

Defiantly, Kate wiped the slimy sperm off her hands on his jeans. His head was still too far up in the clouds to resist, and she chided herself for nearly enjoying what she had done. But she couldn't prevent her pussy from oozing, and she regretted even more that he had discovered her wet panties.

Michael quickly stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up, stood and said, "See you tomorrow."

Thinking quickly, Kate said, "Make it after lunch. We'll have more time."

"Now, you're talking." He then departed.

* * *

Wishing she had time to shower the experience away, Kate had to settle for simply washing her hands extremely well. She'd lost the entire morning and had a great deal of work to do, which included planning for tomorrow. This took her well into the evening. She asked the family to order pizza saying she had a big project to finish, then locked herself in the office. Kurt and the kids knew this meant she couldn't be disturbed and left her alone. She went to bed only after she was certain they had, partly because she was ashamed of what she had done and didn't want to give anything away yet.

However, when she reached the top of the stairs, she caught Kaki exiting Ken's room completely naked and heading for the bathroom. Her daughter halted; the proverbial deer in the headlights. As Kate approached her, she couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful her daughter had become. While Kate was no stranger to having sex with women—she'd done it with her mother and sisters for years, though not with any other females—she really just considered it family love and not lesbianism or even bisexuality, even though in reality it was. But looking at her gorgeous offspring, she could easily have jumped Kaki's bones if there wasn't so much else going on.

"Just did the dirty, did you?" Kate asked.

As though what she had been caught doing was wrong, Kaki stuttered, "Well, I . . . I."

"It's okay, honey," Kate reassured.

With a Cheshire cat grin, Kaki said, "This is just going to take some getting used to."

"Starting to have regrets?"

"No, no, no, not at all." She gestured toward her brother's room. "It was great. It was nice just to be able to go in and, you know, do it; like a massage after a strenuous workout. Relaxing. You know, with only two weeks of school left, all the senior grades have already been turned in, so we're really just sitting around shooting the bull, and in some cases, flirting with cute guys . . ."

"I get it," Kate said, nodding her understanding. "Speaking of guys, has Michael Ryder bothered you anymore?"

"No, why?"

"Just curious," Kate shrugged. "We really haven't talked about the prom incident anymore."

"No. In fact, I haven't seen him much since then. I don't even think he was in school today."

"That's good. As belligerent as he was that Saturday, I was afraid he might do something."

"He's all hot air."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. Those are usually the ones who carry through their threats."

"I'm not worried."

"Okay, well, goodnight, sweetie." But when Kate leaned in to kiss her daughter, she gave it a little more passion than a mere bed time peck, and she allowed her hand to drop between her daughter's legs, her middle finger sliding into Kaki's vagina and scooping a glob of cum cocktail. To her daughter's wide-eyed stare, she licked her finger clean.

But it quickly turned erotic for Kaki, as a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. "You're bad!"

"But this is good," Kate noted, smacking her lips. She'd done this simply as a gesture of the family's new openness.

Seductively, Kaki asked, "Then would you care to come to my bedroom and enjoy some more?"

"I'd love to, honey, but I'm just too tired."

"Then come and I'll give you a relaxing massage."

Kate smiled. "Thanks, but somehow I don't think the operative word in that sentence is massage. Rain check."

"I can't wait."

* * *

"Mom caught me leaving your room last night," Kaki told her brother as they were getting ready for school the next morning.

He was immediately concerned. "Was she pissed?"

"No. She was actually very cool about it." Kaki then reported what their mother did.

"Wow! That's hot!"

"I thought so. I invited her back to my room, but she was too tired."

"That would have been hotter."

With a frown, Kaki added, "She even asked me about Michael Ryder."

"Really? That's weird," Ken noted.

"I agree." Kaki shrugged. "She said we hadn't talked about him since the prom and she was wondering if he had bothered me."

"Oh, well, that explains it."

"I guess." But Kaki wasn't convinced. She still thought it was strange.

* * *

What was even stranger was when she walked up to Michael at his locker just before lunch at school, he appeared quite jittery. As through her approaching him set him on edge.

"How are you, Michael?" she asked.

"What? Why are you asking me that?" he asked defensively.

Kaki frowned. "Well, we were friends up until prom. School's almost over. We'll probably go different ways. I didn't want it to end like this." She extended her hand.

"What are you doing?" His frown matched hers.

"Just trying to say that there are no hard feelings."

Michael eyed her curiously. "Are you serious? Did your mom put you up to this?"

"My mom? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Never mind. I just thought that," he stuttered, "that Saturday at your house she was the only one that didn't look like she wanted to kill me."

"No, she didn't put me up to this. I was just trying to mend fences."

"Oh. Okay." He shook her hand quickly. "I've got to run. I've got an appointment."

Kaki watched him scurry off with even more doubts.

* * *

He arrived more or less when she expected he would. "Come in," Kate offered with neither hospitality nor disdain.

Michael entered with something of a frown upon seeing her. "That's not very sexy. I thought you'd be dressed a little sexier."

In her loose t-shirt and long jeans, Kate spun around. "You don't think this is sexy?"

"Uh, no. Not like yesterday."

"Oh. Well. Guess I'll have to go change." She pointed him toward the den. "Go watch TV while I do so."

Michael complied, allowing Kate to turn the set on for him. He was taken aback by the picture on the screen which was split into four quarters focused on him from each corner of the room.

"What the hell is this?" he wanted to know.

"Oh, we have security cameras," Kate falsely explained. "Thought we could make our own porn film."

"What? I don't think so."

"You don't like porn? What guy doesn't like porn?"

"I like porn, but I don't want to film this."

Kate shrugged. "Oh. Okay." She fiddled with the controls. "Well, then, here's a little porn you can watch."

Kate pressed another button, and as the full screen scene unfolded, Michael watched the same kind of shot from the security cameras looking down from behind her back looking down at the photographs.

Then he heard her voice asking, "So, what are you going to do with these pictures of my family?"

Then, off camera, his voice said, "The internet, Facebook or I want to fuck you."

Her voice again, "In other words, blackmail."

Him: "For all intents and purposes. Let's start with a kiss."

In the next scene, Kate sat on the sectional and Michael leaned in and kissed her passionately. There was another shot of him taking her hand and placing it on his pants over his cock, with him saying, "Do I have to spell it out?" And then he was unzipping his pants, fishing out his cock and returning her hand to it. "Now."

The scene cut to a look of sheer terror on Kate's face, then she was stroking him.

"Oh, come on, Mrs. Kruger." His hand slips up her leg under her skirt.

And then she was stroking him harder until he came. All the while, she could be heard whimpering. There was a shot of her hand drenched in semen.

"Now. All the way."

A picture of his wilted penis oozing sperm followed. "I guess I'll just have to settle for a handjob today. But I'll be back tomorrow for the real thing."

"And you think I'm going to just let you have your way with me?"

"It's better than the alternative." Michael quickly stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up, stood and said, "See you tomorrow."

When the television screen went blank, an obviously stunned Michael shook his head and asked, "What the hell was that?"

"That was yesterday," Kate calmly explained.

"That's not what happened," he protested.

"Looks to me like it was."

"What are you going to do with this?" He asked worriedly.

"Well, to quote you, the internet, Facebook."

"You're counter-blackmailing me?"

"I didn't say anything about blackmail," Kate refuted. "I'm not forcing you to do something you don't want to do."

"How did you do that? That's not what happened." Then it hit him. "You work in television, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." As if it suddenly occurred to her, Kate said, "Hey, I could put this on TV."

Thinking she might be playing him, Michael said, "you wouldn't do that because then you'd have to answer to my pictures."

"So, you'd still go through with your blackmail?" She asked pensively.

"What choice would I have?" Michael asked, smugly, thinking he was gaining the upper hand.

Kate pretended to think. "Well, those photographs do catch us in some compromising positions that could cause us some embarrassment, but I don't think they would be nearly as damaging as security camera footage of you blackmailing me into having sex with you. I don't think you could explain your way out of that. That's a reputation that could follow you around for life."

"Well, it seems we have a . . . a—"

"An impasse?"

"Yeah. So, what do we do?"

At that moment, they heard the front door open. A moment later, Kaki and a policeman appeared. "I saw him enter and," the younger Kruger was saying. "Michael? What the hell are you doing here?"

"What's a cop doing here?" he countered.

"I was coming home from school and I saw someone snooping around our house, so I called the police," Kaki explained.

Kate was speechless.

The policeman said, "What are you doing here?"

"I . . . I was j-just visiting Mrs. Kruger," Michael said defensively.

"Why?" Kaki demanded. "You have no reason to be here." She was standing next to the TV and reached out to lean against it. In so doing, she hit the button that restarted the security footage. "Oh, my god, you blackmailed my mother into having sex with you?"

"Here, let me see that," the officer said. When the brief video was finished, the officer said, "Son, you're in a lot of trouble. I'm going to have to arrest you."

"For what?"

"Oh, blackmail, for one."

"But this family is having sex together."

"I see," the cop said. "You have proof of that?"

"I have pictures in my car," Michael boldly reported as though he had one-upped them.

"You mean these?" Kaki asked holding up the envelope she had snatched out of his car when she figured out what was going on after peeking in the window.

Michael tried to grab the envelope but the officer beat him to it. He then took out the photographs and perused through them. "Hmmm. You took these?"

"You bet I did," Michael stupidly admitted.

"Okay, so we have blackmail, and now invasion of privacy."

"What?"

"Well, looks like these pictures were taken from out back, which means you had to come into their yard to take them. Hell, we can probably add trespassing."

"What about what they did?" Michael argued.

"Ma'am, is everyone in these pictures over eighteen?"

"Yes, officer," Kate answered, stifling a smirk.

"And was anyone forced to do anything against their will?"

"No, sir," Kaki interrupted. "It was all strictly consensual."

"But it's incest!" Michael contended.

"That's not a crime in this state," the police officer noted. "Let's go, young man."

"You're actually going to arrest me?"

"Yes. You have the right to remain silent," the policeman began as he led Michael out of the house in handcuffs. Kate and Kaki followed them to the front door, by which time the officer had finished advising Michael of his rights. "Ma'am, I'll be back in a little bit to take your statements."

* * *

It was pretty much all mother and daughter could to keep from bursting out in laughter before the two men left. They returned to the den, and when they finally got all of the humor out of them, Kate asked, "So, how did all of this come about?"

"No, you first."

So, Kate told her about the previous day. "After he showed the pictures, I knew I had to do something, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom and quickly set up webcams around the room. After he left, I watched the video and a planned formed. So I did some editing."

"Pretty clever."

"Now you."

"I was curious when you asked me about Michael out of the clear blue last night. Then today before lunch, I tried to talk to him under the guise of making up with him. He was nervous and asked if you had put me up to this. You each mentioned one another within a day. That really made me suspicious, so I followed him and peeked in the windows. When I got the sense of what was going on I rummaged through his unlocked car, found the photos, and called—"

"I get the picture," Kate said. "Michael and I were at an impasse. I expected him to plead with me not to release the video and capitulate. But it didn't quite work out that way." She pulled her daughter to her and hugged. "You might have saved the day."

Still hugging, Kaki pointed out, "With our new family dynamic, I didn't want anything, particularly an idiot like Michael, messing it up. I just hope this is the end of it."

"I think with that cop, it will be," Kate prophesied, giving her daughter a quick kiss on the lips.

"Mmmm. I didn't have lunch, and that tasted good." This time, she kissed her mother, but for a little longer. "You going to tell dad and Ken?"

"Of course. If this new—dynamic, as you call it—is going to work, we can't have secrets. But you're right. That did taste yummy." So, Kate and Kaki locked lips again.

"Dad will be okay with it, but I don't know about Ken."

"That'll depend on what happens with, uh, the cop."

"Then I guess we'll just have to wait until he comes back," Kaki said, heading for the kitchen, Kate following. The daughter opened the refrigerator, looked around, but found nothing appealing.

"Are you hungry?" her mother asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know what for."

"How about this?" With Kaki leaning back against the island counter, Kate pressed her body to her daughter's and once more planted her lips on the girl's. Somewhat surprised by her mother's sudden aggressiveness, Kaki was only too eager to respond, but was even more amazed when her parent pawed the younger woman's breasts. Kaki didn't mind. She actually enjoyed it, and did not resist when Kate removed Kaki's shirt and bra.

A fleeting thought passed through Kaki's mind that perhaps all the activity with Michael, sordid though it was, had made her mom horny. But even that didn't matter as Kate sucked on her daughter's tits, much to Kaki's delight. And her mother really knew how to suck nipples. "Wow, you're good at that. You're sure you haven't had more experiences with women?"

"None outside of family. But we always talked about what felt good and what didn't, so we taught ourselves how to do it well."

"Well, turnabout is fair play." So, Kaki lifted her mom's shirt and bra up and off and tried to do what had been done to her. She loved the woman's bigger, rounded breasts.

"Not bad," Kate remarked. "Use your tongue on the tips of the nipples." As her daughter complied, Kate noted, "Oh, yeah, that's it. My turn again." This time, she sat her daughter up on the counter, but kissed her lips again, more passionately, and now using her hands on Kaki's breasts, doing a little massaging before sliding down her abdomen to the top of her jeans.

As her mother undid her jeans, Kaki realized that she had never experienced foreplay—if that's what this was—like this. Not even from Ken. But she did not comment on this because she did not want her parent to maybe come to her senses and stop what she was doing. However, as Kate tugged Kaki's pants and underwear down and off, the latter delightedly knew this was not going to end.

Kate decided to remove her own jeans, but not panties, before attacking her daughter's pussy with her mouth. But she was gentle with her tongue as she used it on the girl's labia and clit.