Man of the House Ch. 03

My alarm didn't ring as far as I know. Erin was my alarm clock, awakening me by jumping on me and pinning me to the bed, her chest pressed against my back.

"Waky waky, hands off snaky," she laughed, her mouth inches from my ear. There was laughter in her voice, but it was still too early.

"Get off," I mumbled.

"I'll get off later," she giggled. "You have to take me to breakfast first. Get u-u-u-u-," she continued, bouncing on me rhythmically as she dragged out "up."

I added my own rhythmic groaning to her bounces so that we were both making similar noises. "Uh-uh-uh-okay!" I said as I rolled to the side to get her off my back. She was laughing and made me smile. "I hate you, you know that?" I was still smiling as I said it.

"You love me," she returned, "and you can't live without me."

"Maybe not, but it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Shut up," she laughed, hitting me with my own pillow. I let out my own tired laugh.

"Okay," I surrendered. "Where am I taking you for breakfast?"

"Where do you think?"

"Papa Ray's? Seriously?"

"Pleeeeeeease," she begged. "I haven't been in forever."

"That's because it's gross."

"You're gross."

"YOU'RE gross."

"Come on, Cory. Take me to Papa Ray's. It's home of the $4.99 breakfast buffet," she said in a terribly exaggerated southern accent, quoting the badly-made commercial with some local kid in camo, hidden behind a plate piled with pancakes and bacon.

"God, don't remind me," I laughed. "Okay, I'll take you to Papa Ray's. Let me take a shower and I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Oh my God," I muttered, taking a sip of my orange juice to rinse the taste out of my mouth, "how do you ruin bacon?"

Erin just laughed and shoveled another forkful of pancake drowned in syrup into her mouth. "Wmfffmpmk?"

"No, I don't want any pancakes. I'll just see if they have a cholesterol and botulism I.V. drip. That way I get the full effect of eating here without actually having to taste it."

By then, her mouth was mostly empty. "You have to ruin everything I love," she pouted.

I couldn't help it. I loved my sister. She could turn from pouty child to wanton seductress at will and pulled them both off perfectly. "I ruined Papa Ray's for you?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. "Great! My work here is done." She stuck her tongue out at me before laughing and taking a bite of what I assume was sausage. "I think I'm going to see if I can find any fruit that isn't brown or furry. Excuse me." I got up and walked back over to the buffet bar and grabbed a bowl, piling several kinds of fresh fruit into it, being mindful to avoid the "fruit salad", which experience had taught me was just terrible.

I returned to the table and stuck my fork into a cube of cantaloupe and made a face as I slowly approached my curled lips with it.

"God!" Erin laughed. "Just eat the damned fruit."

I laughed and pulled the cube from the fork with my teeth. "Mmm. Flavorless AND mushy. Just like grandma used to make."

"You're an ass," she giggled, shaking her head and continuing with her breakfast. In all honesty the food wasn't bad. This was just one of the things I had been teasing her with since we were little.

For the next few minutes we laughed and joked, less about the food and more just about memories and dumb stuff we were dealing with currently. Of course we flirted a little bit, but nothing anyone else would pick up on since we were in the local public. We enjoyed our time together just relaxing since we didn't have a set schedule. Mom wouldn't be home until after four and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. After we ate our breakfast we drove home, continually joking as we had all morning. It was good to be laughing with Erin again. One of the good things about this morning was that it reassured me that Erin and I were cool. Our relationship still had a strong base of the past, even with the new sexual dimension that had been added.

We arrived home and Erin waited for me at the front door. She didn't feel it necessary to take her purse since I was buying and driving, so she also didn't have her house key. I couldn't help but notice her in her tight-fitting blue t-shirt and tight daisy duke jean shorts. Of course I had noticed before, but she stood at the front door as I walked up several steps behind her and took in her shape, from her tanned feet in flip flops up her lean, toned legs, to her nicely rounded shorts and narrow waist, to her blonde pony tail that exposed her thin tanned neck. Just as I approached she looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled, her brown eyes sparkling gold as the sun hit them.

"Hurry up," she smiled. "You're so slow."

"Sorry," I said. "I was just enjoying the view."

"God, you're so corny," she said rolling her eyes. "But," she sighed, "if you're going to look anyway..." With that she bent down, keeping her legs straight, and placed her hands flat on the porch.

Damn, she looked even more amazing! I'm glad she liked to put herself on display for me. Without standing up she looked up at me as I approached. Without a word, I stood directly behind her and placed my hands on the back of her thighs, feeling her taut hamstrings through her smooth skin. She let out a quiet moan as I ran my hands up to her ass and then followed up her back, leaning over her as my erection pressed into the crack of her ass. She slowly stood up, keeping her ass pressed against my crotch, and stood straight, pressing her chest forward as my hands came around and cupped her breasts.

Her right hand cupped my hand over her breast and her left hand came up to touch my cheek as she turned her head. I leaned my head forward to either receive her kiss or in hopes that she would receive mine. It didn't really matter. Our lips met and I noted that hers were soft, slightly opened and a little moist. I noticed the scent of her hair and of her make-up, which was powdery and clean. My left hand made its way to her hip, my pinky resting on the waist of her shorts and my thumb tucking its way under the hem of her shirt. I rested my hands right where they were. Erin, however, was making small circles with her hips, gyrating against my intense arousal. Our tongues played like a symphony, drawing each other to build before Erin interrupted, turning her head forward and looking down.

She continued to breathe heavily as she warned, "Not here. Someone might see. We need to get inside."

I stepped around her without a word and unlocked the door. I could feel her pressing against me, her hands on my lower back, almost as if she was willing herself to pass through me into the front door. We stepped through and I immediately wrapped her in my arms as I kicked the door closed behind me. My tongue found hers again and she almost didn't have time to react. But she did. My god, did she react. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she jumped into my arms, grinding herself against me again. She tasted amazing.

"Wait." She pulled back and pushed against my shoulders, lowering her legs to the floor. "Not yet." She was still breathing heavily and I could tell she wanted this as much as me. "I have something to show you."

"Mm, I like the sound of that."

"Perv."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I smiled.

"You're going to want to see this." She took my hand and led me to mom's room. She pulled me to the bed and told me to sit down. Without stopping she went to mom's desk and sat down as she opened her laptop. Mom never turned it off, so it only took a second for the login screen to pop up and Erin quickly clicked through to the desktop before scanning the desktop icons and clicking on one. In that folder she scanned again, then turned and smiled at me before opening one of the documents. As the document opened, Erin carried the laptop over to me and set it on the bed with an excited smile.

"Read it," she said, kneeling by the bed. I turned and began reading the first sentence. Quickly she caught on and corrected me. "Out loud."

"Oh. Okay." I cleared my throat and began.

'I hadn't been night swimming in years. When I had initially suggested it I was just looking to relax and enjoy time with my son and daughter. At least that's what I told myself. I knew what they looked like in their swimsuits. I had been to countless races and watched my girl beat out her competitors, but mostly I just watched my girl. And I wanted to see my son in his swimsuit as well. He had turned into such a beautiful young man.

It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of a man's company. By a long time I mean years, and by a man's company I mean sex. I've been watching him for several months, but if I were to be completely honest it has been a couple of years. He has all the great qualities of a man: kind, caring, attractive, and funny; and none of the temper of his shitbird father. But that weekend he showed me that protective masculinity that I have wanted my whole life. I was walking a ledge before then, but that day I fell over the edge.'

At this point, I looked at Erin, who was on her knees between my legs, stroking my thighs as she listened to the story. I swallowed hard before I continued. Did I want to read any further? Hell, yeah, I did!

'My daughter kicked my ass in a race as her brother watched from the diving board. He looked powerful and authoritative sitting there. Yes, something as simple as sitting on the diving board gave him a look of power. From my angle his chest looked broader, his chin stronger. Was he looking at me with the same desire? No. He couldn't be. I'm in my early forties. What would he want with an old woman? And yet I thought I saw it: that look. I thought I saw him check me out sometimes. No. Probably wishful thinking, just me wanting to feel young again.'

She was wrong. Erin had moved her hands up under my shorts as I read. "See, Cory?" she smiled. I nodded with a knot in my stomach and turned back to the screen.

'The kicker came when she suggested we all go skinny-dipping. I protested out loud, but inwardly I was thrilled. Within a few minutes we were all naked in the cool dark water. It started as innocent fun, my grown children wrestling and teasing each other. All I saw was raw beauty and energy. My son embraced his sister from behind to throw her over his shoulder, but all I could imagine was what it would be like to be either one of them. How I would love to feel my son's body pressed against me from behind, or to embrace my daughter's lithe form as my son was doing right then.'

"Holy shit," I whispered to no one.

"Shh. Keep reading." Erin lowered my zipper and pulled my solid cock out through the fly of my boxers. I read on as her warm fingers embraced my shaft.

'Fortunately the evening did not end there. Within a few minutes I had been invited to play when my daughter lunged at me and dragged me under the water, my scream cut off in the flood. We burst to the surface together in fits of laughter and my daughter hugged me. "I love you, mom," she said.

"I love you, too, sweetie."

Before I knew what was happening, my lips were on hers. It was an accident I guess, or at least that's how I comfort myself. I have kissed her a thousand times on the cheek, but this time I guess I missed. Maybe she turned into it. But I don't regret it. Not one bit. She pulled back suddenly and looked in my eyes with a look of confusion, then serenity. Closing her eyes, she moved slowly toward me again, kissing me gently. Her mouth open, her tongue invited itself into my mouth. I accepted the invitation gladly and returned her kiss. In no time, our hands were exploring. She felt so soft to my touch. I hadn't been with a woman in nearly twenty years, but I knew this was going to be better. It was special. This was a young lady that I loved with all my heart, not a drunken dare or an impulsive make-out with a sorority sister.'

"Oh, fuck, Erin." Her mouth had covered the top half of my erection while her hand worked the exposed shaft and her other hand wandered over my body randomly.

"Mmm. You like that?"

"Oh, my god." My head was thrown back and my eyes closed.

"No no. Keep reading. Our mom is writing about taking me as her lesbian lover. Don't you want to see what happens next?"

I looked down as she winked and took me back into her mouth. I continued on the best I could.

'My son looked on. I had forgotten he was there until I heard his voice. "That is so fucking hot," he muttered. I broke the kiss, embarrassed at first. But I watched him moving slowly toward us, smiling and shaking his head. My embarrassment faded as he approached and I was again overcome by desire. My daughter embraced me again, her hand covering my left breast, her mouth attaching to my collarbone. My son's hand touched my hip and he brought his lips and tongue to mine. It didn't take long before I felt two hands on my ass, one masculine, one feminine. Oh, my god, my children are feeling me up. My first threesome. Is that where this is going? I hope so.

My son backed away and put both hands on my waist, pulling me away from his sister's mouth. With almost no effort, he lifted me up and set me on the edge of the pool, my feet still dangling in the water, but the rest of me was totally exposed to them. God, how I wanted to continue hiding. What must they think? What was I doing?

"You're so beautiful, mom," my daughter whispered. My son echoed her perspective.

"And sexy," he said. His hands ran up along my thighs as he moved between my knees. My only comfort was that it was still dark out on the patio. The light from the pool cast a pale glow on us all. I could clearly see my son's erection. Though distorted by the rippling water, I found it impressive. His arousal was obvious.'

"Picture it, Cor. Mom staring at your cock, loving it, wanting it." Erin continued stroking me slowly and gently as she said it. "Keep going." She lowered her head again, taking me back into her mouth

'The warm night air kept me from getting cold, but it couldn't stop the goose bumps. I had chills from their touch. I reached down and kissed my son again, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as his encircled my waist. I was aware of the sound of my daughter climbing the stairs a few feet to my left, the water stirring. In a minute she was behind me, her hand on my shoulder. "Lie back, Mom," she whispered. I couldn't help it. I lay back and was surprised to find a cushion of folded towels.

As soon as I was on my back, my son pulled me forward so that my ass was at the edge of the pool. I gasped in surprise, but quickly surrendered. I knew what I wanted and I was thrilled that he wanted it, too. My daughter had knelt by my side and her lips touched mine again, our tongues once again dancing together. I felt my son press my legs up and out, his strong fingers grasping the backs of my thighs. I didn't resist. I couldn't. His lips grazed my inner thighs and circled my pussy, tickling my neatly trimmed bush. I couldn't help but moan into my daughter's mouth.

"He's good, isn't he?" she asked.

"What?"

"He's good at eating pussy. You're going to like this, mom."

Again I moaned as she re-attached her mouth to mine. This time her hand was on my breast. I was overwhelmed with sensations. My son's mouth was on my pussy and my sister's hand was caressing my breast. I was in heaven. I'd wanted this for so long. My little girl was right. Her brother was good as I was soon to find out. He licked a single stroke up from the back of my pussy to the clit. It had been so long since I had had a mouth on me down there. I'm glad he was the first. I shuddered and moaned at his touch. He closed his mouth over my clit and circled it with his tongue, causing my back to arch and another moan to escape my throat.

"How does she taste, Cory? Does she taste like me?"'

"Oh, fuck, mom," I moaned. "Erin," I asked, "Does mom really want us to fuck her?"

"I don't know, but I bet if we continue trying, we'll find out." Her hand never stopped moving. The pleasure was intense and I was leaking all over.

'"I told you," she said. "Wait till he gets going." My children had been fucking. I knew that now. I didn't know for how long, but I knew it.

"Mm, he is good. Lick it, son. Lick momma's pussy." I couldn't believe I was prodding him on. He began working in earnest, focusing on my clit, then delving his tongue deep into my pussy. Back and forth he went, seemingly at random. My hips moved on their own. My daughter was now caressing one nipple while she sucked and licked at the other. The smell of sex surrounded me. It mixed with the smell of the chlorine, but was powerful enough to permeate it.

It didn't take long for me to feel my orgasm build. My children's tongues were working their magic. The tingle turned to jolts of electricity and finally it burst from my groin, spreading down my legs and up to my head. It was the most intense orgasm I had had in a long time. For a moment I was in a state of extreme pleasure, my whole body filled with pressure and electricity, then suddenly I was totally relaxed. I lay there trying to catch my breath.

My children helped me up and led me to a chaise. My daughter laid it out flat and my son helped lay me down on it. He was dripping wet and I noticed his erection was still strong. The head was swollen and veins wrapped around and under the shaft, giving a vision of power and virility. His balls hung low beneath the base. I wanted to reach out and take hold, but I was somehow still nervous about it.

My daughter pushed back against my shoulders again and lay me completely back. She placed a folded towel under my head for a pillow and kissed me gently on the lips. With her mouth still close to mine she whispered, "Now, mom, let's see if that kind of talent is genetic." She kissed me once more as I tried to understand what she meant and she backed away with a smile. I caught on when she stood, ran her fingers through my hair and moved to straddle my head.

"No, baby, I don't..."

"Yes you do. I know you do." She was gentle as she said it. But she was right.

She settled over my face, her knees on either side. Her pussy was smooth and hairless with the exception of a small tuft of light brown hair resting above her clit. Her lips were pink and swollen, ready for my tongue. She was so beautiful. She was right. I wanted this.'

"What do you think? Do you want to see mom eating my pussy?"

I was on the edge. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. "I don't know how long I can hold out, Erin."

She was unsympathetic. "Well, you're going to have to. The story isn't finished yet." She squeezed the base of my cock and stopped the other stimulation. My head and shaft were slick with pre-cum and saliva. My sister smiled as she squeezed the base. "But we're almost there. Let's finish mom's story."

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to control myself.

'The smell of her pussy was divine, and oddly familiar. Did she taste like me, I wondered? She lowered herself until I could feel the softness of her lips on mine. The heat emanating from her cunt washed over my mouth and cheeks. Before I took my first taste I felt hands pushing my legs apart again. I opened them, knowing what I wanted. I drew a sharp breath when I felt the hot bulging head brush against the lips of my dripping wet snatch. God, it had been so long since I had had a real cock inside me.

"Oh, yeah," I whispered. I wanted this so badly. "Push it in. Fill me with your cock, son."'

Just the thought of mom eating Erin's pussy and asking me to fuck her was enough to push me to the top. "Fuck, Erin, I'm cumming."

"No you're not!" She squeezed the base hard again. "I was thinking for dinner I would make that chicken and rice that you like. What do you think? I already checked and we have everything we need. So we can have a light lunch since we had a big breakfast and..."