Man of the House Ch. 07

Michelle smiled. "Glad you like it." She made her way toward them. "It looks delicious."

"It sure does," muttered Erin as she watched her mother approach. What she saw was a mature brunette in excellent shape, who had selected black high heels, black thigh high stockings, and a short black satin nightie, to eat dinner with children. Her arms, shoulders and upper chest were exposed with only two thin straps keeping the nightgown on and as she walked, the erect nipples danced invitingly with each step. The hem barely covered her ass and upper thighs. She sat down at the table, sliding into her seat at the head of it while her son and daughter refused to budge.

Michelle snickered as she said, "Well...sit down and eat."

Her children snapped out of their daze and took their seats, glancing at each other as they sat. Michelle picked up her plate and put a pork chop and scoop of potatoes and beans on it, and then handed it to Erin, who picked up a roll and placed it beside the potatoes. She handed the plate to Cory, who handed his empty plate to his mother. They repeated the process, with Erin placing a roll on her mother's plate and trading plates so that she finally placed one on her own. They began to eat in silence until their mother moaned.

They looked up at her, but her eyes were closed as she chewed. "Now this is the sweetest meat I've put in my mouth since..." she opened her eyes and looked into Cory's. "Well, since yesterday at least." She winked at him before breaking off a small piece of her roll and resting it her tongue.

Cory swallowed hard, turning flush. He took a sip of his tea and his mother looked over at his sister.

"Oh! Here, Erin," she said, putting her fork down and grabbing the salad tongs. "Would you like me to toss your salad for you?" She smiled inwardly as she heard Cory choke on his tea, but didn't move her gaze from Erin's eyes.

"Sure, mom," she whispered, her throat dry.

"Would you like a creamy dressing dribbled on it before or after I toss it?" Her voice was a little shaky and she had fire in her eyes.

"Either way is fine. I'll take it either way." Erin was starting to feel the tingle in her groin. This was not how she thought dinner would go.

"Cory," his mother's voice interrupted. He looked up and she was holding out the bottle of ranch dressing.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Would you be a dear and jiz...drizzle something creamy on here before I serve your sister?"

He smiled, finally. "I would love to. Do you want a lot or just a little?"

"Just a taste," said Michelle, looking into his eyes. "We don't want to cover the flavor, just add to it."

Cory lightly poured a small stream around the salad. His mother reached out and grabbed the bottle around the neck, tilting it up to stop the stream before grazing her thumb around the rim to wipe up the excess. She sucked it into her mouth, withdrawing it slowly. "We don't want to waste any."

She handed the bowl to Erin and set the bottle on the table. Taking another bite of the pork, she asked, "Would someone please toss my salad while I savor this meat in my mouth?"

"I'll be happy to, mom," volunteered Erin. Scooping some into her mother's bowl, she asked Cory, "Do you have enough left to do mom?"

"I think so," he said, picking up the bottle of dressing. He began to pour it, but Erin took the bottle from his hand.

"Let me," she whispered.

He nodded and they all watched as the thick, milky dressing dribbled from the mouth of the bottle. Tilting the bottle up, Erin ran her index finger along the rim before wiping it gingerly across her lips. She set her mother's salad on the table and leaned in closely to her. Her mother met her halfway and Cory sat in stunned silence as his mother's tongue came out to clean up the dressing off her daughter's lips. She finished by nipping at the lips with her own and then leaving her lips there to receive a kiss back from her daughter. "Delicious," she whispered before sitting straight back up in her chair.

Erin looked weak when her mother withdrew. Her eyes were still closed and she was slumped over a little.

"Erin," her mother called out. Erin snapped back to the present. "Sit up and eat. You're dinner's going to get cold."

From that point on, with the exception of what their mother was wearing, the dinner seemed mostly normal. As usual, their mom asked them about their days. Erin looked over at Cory, who nodded slightly.

"Well," began Erin, "we had kind of an incident today. With Megan."

"Okay?" Mom was waiting for more details. "Incident."

"Yeah." Erin went on to explain what had happened and how they had responded to it.

"What made her think she could do that to him in the first place?" she asked, incredulous.

Cory and Erin looked at each other for a second before Cory cleared his throat to speak.

"Oh." His mother looked down at her plate and pushed at her potatoes with her fork.

"Mom," he said.

"It's okay, Cory. You don't owe me an explanation." She was trying to be okay with it, but she was also fighting feelings of...what is that? Jealousy? Was she jealous?

"Mom, listen," he said, leaning in and placing his hand on hers.

"No, Cory, it's fine."

"Mom, listen. Please." Erin interjected so that she would know how important it was to hear him.

Michelle looked back and forth between her children and nodded, focusing on her son's gentle brown eyes.

"That first night Erin and I got together, dad's last day in this house, Erin told me about her and Megan. I made some comment about how sexy she was and the two of us hatched a plan to give me an opportunity with her. Erin and I had a threesome with her, but we both focused on Megan and not each other. Megan tried to push us to try each other, but we told her we couldn't do that because we're related, but that we would think about it. Later on we talked to her and told her we couldn't do it. She didn't know that Erin and I were already sexually involved. This was also before we got involved with you. I swear, mom, that was the only time I've touched her. I haven't been with anyone but you and Erin since then. I swear."

She looked at Erin, who nodded. "That's it, mom. Honest."

"Why did she want to see the two of you together?" she asked.

"Well, Megan told me this in confidence, but she and her brother played around a little bit, but then realized it was too weird and stopped. They never had sex, just touching and kissing and stuff. So she wouldn't judge us for it; she understood the potential for attraction. It wasn't so much her trying to push us to do it so much as it was her giving us permission to act on our feelings, I guess."

"So when we told her we weren't going to do anything, she was cool with it and understood. Neither she nor I," continued Cory, "have made a move on each other since that day with Erin. So when I woke up this morning with a hand and mouth on my junk, I naturally thought it was her," he said, looking at his sister. "When I called her name, that's when Megan freaked out, and I had to act fast."

"She seemed a little smug, mom, like she had caught us."

"She did. I knew if I didn't do something, or if we let her know, it could eventually come out that we've been involved with you, too. I didn't want your secret to come out until and unless you're ready for it to."

"So that's it, then?"

"That's it," said Erin, noting a visible weight removed from her mother's countenance.

"Now what?" she asked.

"I try to make up with her. Cory and I have already talked about how we're going to do it. We'll take care of it mom. Don't worry."

"Okay," she nodded with a gentle smile. "I trust you."

"Thanks, mom," says Cory, squeezing her hand, which earned a return squeeze.

"Now, let's finish our dinner so we can relax," she said, smiling before taking a small bite of her mashed potatoes.

The rest of dinner was relatively quiet, the three of them shifting internally between excitement at the upcoming rendezvous and their own perspectives of the dinner conversation.

Even so, Michelle could not forget what she was wearing, and why, and continued to maintain a level of sexual arousal. Neither Erin nor Cory could forget what she was wearing, either, and they both continued to look over at her as they ate, examining the beauty of her face, the skin of her upper chest, the outline of her erect nipples, and piecing those views with the memory of her walk through the kitchen. While Cory had to make a few adjustments to his cock, his sister simply squirmed in her seat or pressed her thighs together to stimulate herself.

Michelle dropped her napkin on her plate and said, "Thank you for dinner. That was delicious."

Cory said, "Erin did everything, and she's right, Erin. It was great. Thanks." He stood as his sister accepted their thanks, and he picked up his own plate before reaching for his mom's.

"Cory, let me do that," his mother said, standing.

"It's no problem, mom. You rest. You, too, Erin." He walked around the table and placed the plates on the counter, turning back to pick up his sister's. As he scraped the plates into the trash can and placed them in the dishwasher, the two ladies took the initiative to clear the rest of the table and to begin putting leftovers away. His mother turned on the hot water in the sink, pouring dish soap in so it could run while she put the pork chops in a zipper bag.

Turning off the water, she dipped the casserole dish in the soapy water and began sponging it in the sink. Cory watched her ass move as she gently circled the dish with the sponge. He stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders while planting a kiss on the back of her neck. She hummed as he stroked down her arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed forward. She could feel his excitement pushing into her ass and pressed back against it.

Erin watched for only a moment before pressing herself against her brother's back and reaching her hand around to squeeze his chest. Her other hand pushed between he and his mother, grabbing his throbbing erection while feeling her mother's ass against the back of her hand.

One of Cory's hands cupped his mother's breast and the other glided down her hip until he felt bare skin. He pushed the hem of her gown up and moved his hand around front. He was surprised to find that she had not worn any panties. She groaned at his touch while he pushed further down to feel her wet, swollen lips.

"Shame on you, mom," he whispered. "You're not wearing any panties."

"The better to fuck you with," she retorted casually.

"Erin," he said over his shoulder.

"Yes," she said, breathlessly, her hand still stroking him.

"Come here." He took her hand off his crotch and moved her around to the side, placing her hand on their mother's pussy.

"Oh, mom," she breathed. "I didn't know you weren't wearing any panties." Her hand was smoothly, but persistently, stroking up and down over the wet skin at her fingers.

"They would only be in the way." She reached down to cup her daughter's pussy through her shorts. "See what I mean?"

Erin only nodded with her eyes closed. Her mother continued to stroke her while Erin matched her stroke for stroke.

"Do we think the kitchen is the best place to do this, or can we move to mom's room?" Cory asked, grabbing his own erection through his shorts.

Without a word, Erin pulled her hand back and took her mother's while she also sucked her mother's juices off her fingers. Leading her upstairs, Erin let go at the door to her own room, telling them to keep going. She rounded the corner of her mother's room a moment later, completely naked and holding her new purple toy. She walked in on her brother and mother making out, Cory's hand under the hem of her nightgown and her mother's hand stroking him through his shorts.

"I've missed us," said Erin, interrupting the kiss, tossing her toy on the bed before joining in the kiss, first kissing her mother and then her brother.

"I have, too," replied her mother while she watched her children make out. She had one hand on her son's cock and one hand on her daughter's pussy, feeling two different expressions of physical arousal on her fingers: the firm heat of her son's erection and the softer moist warmth of her daughter's vagina. It thrilled her to no end to be a part of this love triangle.

The trio was a slow flurry of hands on bodies while tongue matched tongue. As Cory and Erin kissed, their mother settled onto her knees, her hands still at work on the arousal of her son and daughter. From this low, it was easier to press her middle finger up into her daughter's pussy while her thumb circled her clit. Erin gasped and sighed into her brother's mouth at her mother's touch.

Michelle had always been able to multi-task, which had made her so good at her job, full of interruptions. She had no problem continuing a persuasive conversation on the phone as her assistant slid a contract in front of her to sign, scrawling her name and making quick notes for editing, or looking at a spreadsheet as she made her case into the mouthpiece. At this very moment, however, she had one hand working rhythmically on her daughter while she wrapped her other hand around the base of her son's cock and pressed her lips all the way forward until they met the edge of her hand.

Cory dropped his head in pleasure, catching his mother's gaze as she smiled around his girth. He smiled back and brought his hand from Erin's smooth, perfect ass, to stroke his mother's brown curls. Her eyes closed in pleasure and he felt, more than heard, her quiet moan. This caused Cory to moan in response. "God, mom, that's fantastic."

"Give me another finger, mom," Erin whined, looking down to her mother. Without stopping anything she was doing, Michelle simply unfolded her ring finger and pressed it in alongside the middle finger being buried and withdrawn from the young, pink flower, nectar flowing down over her wrist by this point. "MMmmm," Erin moaned, her hand clasping over her right breast, the familiar feeling of her nipple pressing into her palm.

Confident that Cory's hot dick was wet enough for her hand to glide freely, his mother stroked him rhythmically while she replaced her other thumb with her tongue. Erin jumped and squealed at the sudden change, but appreciated the touch of the older woman's tongue on her bean while her two fingers continued to probe steadily at her depths.

Cory watched, enthralled, as his mother ate his sister while her hand stroked and twisted over his shaft and head. He groaned at the vision of eroticism, feeling a burning tension in his groin. He reluctantly peeled his mother's hand away as he stepped back and took a seat on the bed. His mother initially appeared dejected, but when he smiled and sat on the bed, he indicated that she should focus on Erin. She smiled back and turned to set to work on her young female lover.

He watched as his mother's face turned away from him, immediately causing his sister to jump with a gasp, pressing her hand on the top of her mother's head. Erin's eyes were closed, her head thrown back and his mom's head was working in small circles. He noticed his sister's taut form respond. Her nipples poked out from her wrinkled areola, her abs spasmed with no rhythm and even her thighs tensed up.

It wasn't just the younger woman he paid attention to, however. His mother was a sight to behold. She had her back to him, still wearing her satin nightgown, stockings and heels. She swayed gently as she worked her daughter toward release, the satin gently tracing her form. The bottom flared with her hips, but as she knelt, it had ridden up, exposing most of beautiful ass. Cory was mesmerized. Her feet were turned in, toes almost touching, the scuffed soles of her high heels staring out at him from beneath the soft round orbs of his mother's delicious ass. He could see her dark pink anus and her flowering pussy, but he also noticed her finger disappearing and reappearing as she masturbated while pleasuring her daughter.

Just then, Erin spoke, "Fu-" she gasped. "Just like that!" Her head was forward now, her brow furrowed, mouth slightly open. Her hand was insistently pressing her mother's head forward and her hips were arched forward to her mom's mouth. "I'm cumming, mom! Shit!" With that she let out a guttural wail as her mother moaned, her finger moving faster in her own pussy before releasing a muffled grunt into her daughter's crotch while her own hips convulsed.

Cory had to have them, both of them. He stood and gently lifted his mother up under her arms, surprising her, but then bringing a giggle as he pushed her back onto the bed, causing her to flop back onto the blanket. Grabbing Erin by the arm, he pushed her to lie beside his mother. Erin wasn't even settled before Cory pushed his mother's legs back and buried his face in her now-dripping cunt.

Michelle screamed at the intrusion, her hands clamping onto Cory's head. She felt him bury his tongue into her with his mouth covering most of her, his nose pressed up against her clit, stimulating her as he moved side to side while working his tongue into her. Cory felt the ridges and lobes and soft skin of his mother's pussy on his tongue while her lips grazed his cheeks.

Not satisfied with simply eating her, which they both enjoyed, Cory brought his hand up, rolled her hips up even further and concentrated on licking and sucking her clit so he could have room to do what they both wanted.

"Oh, yeah!" she squealed when she felt his finger press against her backdoor. "Put it in me! Finger fuck my ass!" Cory didn't even change pace on his oral affections as he pressed forward and kept pressing, bringing a long, drawn-out moan from his mom until his middle finger was completely buried. He didn't pull his finger out, but instead slowly wiggled it around inside, looking for ways to stimulate her, and she obviously enjoyed what he was doing. "Dammit! Oh, God, that feels good!" she screamed.

Cory heard his sister moaning and looked over to catch her stroking her new toy rapidly in and out of herself. She was working on a pattern. Instead of working it straight in and out, she would curl it up slightly as she withdrew it, keeping it just inside before quickly pressing the base down and in again. "Cumming!" she squealed, pulling the toy out just as she ejected a fountain while her hips thrust uncontrollably, her legs taut and spread open.

Cory looked quickly at his mother, whose eyes were closed as she concentrated on her own pleasure. "Erin," he said, "Let's show mom your new toy."

As soon as he said "mom", Michelle's eyes opened in recognition. Cory withdrew his finger from her ass and told her to turn over while Erin was settling in on her back, her head propped up on the pillows. Michelle's face was between Erin's knees while she was on her knees and elbows. She felt Cory's tongue in her again and felt his finger pressing into her anus as he had been before.

"Go ahead," breathed her mother, "Show me what you can do with that thing." Erin smiled and pressed the curved tip to her clit, fighting to keep her eyes open as she watched her mother's interest on her recent discovery. Again Erin focused on her own pleasure, working her curved g-spot vibe as she had done before. Her mother was watching intently, occasionally closing her eyes and/or moaning as she was receiving pleasure from Erin's brother. She began to see her mother flinch from her own impending release and this pushed Erin over the edge, the stimulation from the vibrator forcing her climax out of her.

"Mom!" Erin cried. Michelle's eyes snapped open just as she watched a stream of fluid burst forth over her shoulder and soaking her back, the warmth and sight of it setting her off. She came on her son's tongue, her sphincter gripping Cory's finger as her hips spasmed. Again Erin had started using the toy, this time at a fierce pace and she called out a second time. Michelle's eyes were pinched closed in her own release, which served to protect her from a blast of hot liquid which hit her flush in the face, soaking her. Almost instinctively she opened her mouth to try and catch what she could, but the stream never hit her square. Instead she licked her lips, tasting the musky and somewhat sweet taste of her daughter's release.