Man of the House Ch. 09

He stood next to his mother after she put the cake on the table in front of Erin, and put his arm around her waist as they sang "Happy Birthday" to her. Afterward, she looked at her mother and smiled before closing her eyes and blowing out all twenty candles on the first try. Her brother and mother cheered as Erin pulled the first candle out and sucked the icing off before repeating the process with the other 19.

As Michelle sliced three pieces of cake off and dropped them onto plates, Erin told Cory to rub her feet while she ate her cake. She capped it off by calling him, "Boy." Cory relented and gave her a foot rub, occasionally receiving a bite of cake or spoon of ice cream as Erin fed him some off his own plate, so he wouldn't have to shirk his responsibilities for something as menial and selfish as eating. Her words.

As he rubbed her feet, the three of them chatted and laughed while eating their cake and ice cream. Erin wanted her cake to settle for a little while, so she grabbed her laptop and new watch and set to programming it and pairing the two up so she could begin using it on her run tomorrow. While she played with her watch, Michelle asked Cory to build a fire in the fireplace while she cleaned up the dishes.

"Erin?" her mom asked, causing Erin to turn around and face her. "Is there anything special you would like for me to wear for you tonight?" She smiled as she asked.

Erin smiled and thought for a moment. "I think what you have on is perfect. Do you realize that I've never undressed you before? I think I'd like to do that."

"Hmm, I think you're right. I've never thought about that before," she said. "That sounds good to me. You're in charge tonight, right, Cory?"

"That's right. It's your birthday, so you get to decide everything."

"Oh, goodie!" she clapped. "I have a couple of ideas."

"All right," Michelle said, wiping down the counter. "Then let me go clean up and I will be at your beck and call."

"You, too, Cor," Erin said. "We'll all go clean up and meet back down here in a few minutes."

Cory simply brushed his teeth and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to clean himself up with soap and water before pulling them back up again. He felt fresh enough after his late day shower and the cool weather, which prevented him from getting too warm.

He returned downstairs and as he touched the ground floor coming off the steps, he heard a bedroom door open and turned to see his mother coming out of her room, her purple sex blanket draped over her arm. She smiled at him and he just smiled and shook his head.

"What?" she asked, descending the stairs.

"I just don't think it's possible for you NOT to look stunning."

She shook her head as she drew close to him. "You're sweet, but you don't have to say things like that to me."

"I know, but I get to, anyway." He wrapped his arm around her waist as she stood on the final step, putting them at a similar height, although now she was just a little taller and had to bend down a little to kiss him. He patted her butt as she stood back up and they rounded the corner together.

"Oh, yay!" Erin exclaimed, on her knees on a quilt in front of the fire. Her silhouette was ghosted against the flame behind her, the only other light on being the dim bulb over the stove in the kitchen. "You brought the blanket. I have a feeling we're going to need that," she giggled.

"What are you wearing?" her mother asked. She could barely see the lithe blonde from the front, but her silhouette was clear. Erin stood and walked toward them so that the kitchen light began to wash over her.

"Holy...." stuttered Cory in little more than a whisper.

"Oh, my god," Michelle gasped, covering her mouth with her free hand.

Erin could feel both of them inspecting her and she loved it. She loved the sense of power and control she had at that moment. And she loved being watched. She noticed that her brother and mother occasionally revisited her face, but mostly their gazes traveled her body. She decided to give them the full show, so she turned slowly, allowing them access to her backside. She heard a masculine groan and smiled to herself, her crooked little smile that showed her family that she was enjoying their displays of appreciation and, quite frankly, pure lust.

Erin could feel herself leaking now, her groin tingling and her stomach forming a tiny knot of excitement. She had chosen this outfit specifically for tonight, in hopes that the birthday tradition would continue, despite the recent changes in the family. She had never loved her family more than now and had never felt more loved. Was this effort necessary? No. But it was enjoyable. It would be fun, she told herself. She wanted this night to be new and exciting and it was going to start with her.

"I take it you like it?" she asked, slowly completing her turn.

"You look amazing," her brother breathed.

"Beautiful," echoed his mother.

"Thank you. I wanted to look nice for you."

And she did. As she had waited between classes nearly two months ago, she sat in the student center and had a hunch that she wanted something new, something fresh. The three weeks it took for her order to be delivered, were torture. She wondered if it would fit, if it would look as good on her as it did on the model. When her package arrived, she immediately went to her room to open it and try it on. "Fuck that," she laughed, "This looks better on me than it does on her." She had been so turned on at seeing herself that she took the time to masturbate in the mirror. She loved her look as she stroked herself, legs splayed. And she got on all fours, watching herself in the mirror as she peered over her shoulder, bringing a second orgasm, and then a third as she raised and lowered herself on her mother's dildo, suction cupped to a chair. She admitted it to herself: she looked good from every angle.

And tonight, it had been confirmed by the two people she wanted to impress the most. They continued to leer at her in her new outfit.

"I hope you don't mind, mom, but I borrowed your heels."

"Not at all, sweetheart. They set it off well."

Michelle was describing the fact that her white suede heels capped the white stockings that ran most of the length of the tan legs, exquisite pillars that supported the tiny blonde. Running up from the tops of the stockings were two white elastic straps (and two more on the back of her thighs) that connected directly to a white pearl inlaid corset. Her panties were of the same translucent mesh as the stockings, a low waist bikini style. The corset looked almost bridal in its color and pattern, the fabric a textured satin. The young lady's modest breasts rested on the top edge of the lip, which rose in the center and then scooped underneath each breast. Erin had opted to wear a four-strand pearl choker necklace to break the pattern of bare skin. She looked elegant, yet sultry. Her make-up had been freshened, her lips a dark pink, her eye shadow a blue silver. She had pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, yet had left bangs over her forehead. Her ears were pierced with pearl studs, each one supporting a teardrop pearl hanging on a tinted silver eyelet.

"I feel really underdressed," Cory finally said.

"Yeah...me, too," said their mother.

"Don't worry about that. Soon enough I'll be wearing more than either one of you." She took a couple of steps toward her mother and looked her in the eye with a glare of passion and power, gently pulling the blanket from her hand. She turned away from them and swayed her hips seductively as she walked to the fireplace tossing the blanket in the air as she guided it down by two corners before resting on her knees to smooth it out and flip down the corners.

Taking her place in the middle of the blanket, she stood on her knees and extended her arms out. "Come on," she prompted, "Don't make me wait." The other two walked over and Erin took one of each of their hands. "I want you both to know how much I love you. So far this has been the best birthday I've ever had and as far as I'm concerned, it can only get better." She smiled as she looked back and forth between them. She kissed the backs of their hands before pulling lightly on her mother's. "Come on, mom. Help me get Cory undressed."

Michelle smiled and helped Cory off with his shirt, looking him in the eye before she knelt beside her daughter. As Erin worked at Cory's belt, zipper and button, Michelle pulled off his boots and socks. Cory was already rock hard by the time his underwear came into view of the two vixens at his feet.

"Somebody's eager," Erin smiled, stroking his shaft through his boxer briefs.

"You do that to me, beautiful."

"Are you sure it's not just my new wardrobe?" she teased.

"That doesn't hurt," he smiled, "but you should know by now how sexy I think you are."

"I hope you're going to show me," she said, still caressing his cock and balls. "Mom," she said, turning to Michelle, "would you like me to undress you before we give your son a blowjob?"

Michelle smiled, her stomach twisted in a knot of lust. "It's your birthday, baby girl, whatever you want."

"Let's wait. I think it's sexy seeing a fully-dressed woman worshiping the rock hard cock of a naked man, especially one as fit and hung as my brother."

Michelle trembled visibly at Erin's description, her heated pussy leaking into her panties. Erin couldn't help but notice her mother's nipples hardening against her shirt. She took the opportunity to pinch the right nipple, the one right next to her.

"What do you think, mom? Should we let him cum on us or make him wait so he can build up a nice big load?"

It was Cory's turn to groan, his cock twitching against his sister's hand.

"Like I said," Michelle breathed, "It's your birthday. Personally, I think he should wait, but two good loads or one giant load, doesn't matter to me. Whatever you want, birthday girl."

Erin cocked her head and looked at the ceiling, tapping her lips with her finger as if she was trying to really consider all her options. "You know what? I'll just play it by ear. If I just HAVE to have his cum, I'll let him blast me; but if I can wait, he'll just have to control himself. But, since it IS my birthday, I get the first taste. Hold him steady for me, mom."

Michelle quickly pulled on the waistband of her son's underwear, lowering it in the front. Cory pushed it down in the back to get it past his ass, but at that point, Michelle was able to pull them down easily. With one hand she continued to work his underwear off and with the other she grasped him around the base. She noticed that in the dim light of the fire, his defined veins cast shadows like a road map around his shaft. He looked delicious.

Erin looked sideways at her mother and opened her mouth wide. Michelle pointed her son's prick so that it pointed straight forward. Erin moved forward, sliding down about halfway before backing off of him. Her tongue swirled around the head as she made eye contact with the hungry young man in front of her. She lowered her head and licked his balls with the flat of her tongue and Michelle instinctively raised him up, pulling him up against his stomach.

Cory tried hard to contain himself as he watched his mother's tiny pale hand embrace the base of his shaft while his tan seductress of a sister ravaged him with her mouth, lips and tongue. She never brought her hands up off her thighs and his mother never leaned in to get a taste of her own. But they worked in concert, almost reading each other as if the hand and the mouth were from the same woman. This was better, though. Much, much better.

After a few minutes, Erin spoke, never looking away from Cory's eyes. "Mom," she said.

"Yes, baby?" she practically whispered, her eyes still focusing on the throbbing, shining head of her son's penis.

"Let's trade." Erin slid her hand down from the head to the base, covering her mother's hand, prompting Michelle to let go and look at her daughter. She again noticed how beautiful Erin looked in the orange glow of the fire. She caught Erin smiling at her, the firelight catching the moisture on her lips and the crease at the upturned corner of her mouth. Michelle found herself smiling back and nodding before looking up at her son and opening her mouth as Erin had done.

From Cory's angle he saw his pre-moistened prick being held and squeezed by the younger, flawless tiny tan hand while holding it steady for the fairer-skinned brunette still in jeans, but still sexy as hell. Again they worked in tandem, bringing him closer to the edge, but leaving plenty of room to keep him from falling over. His mother's moves were more gentle, almost poetic, where his sister's had been assertive. Hungry. Maybe it was a skill that came with age and experience, or maybe it was just a difference in their personalities. Either way, he wasn't complaining.

Erin let go of her brother's cock without warning, but whispered to Michelle, "Keep going, but no hands." Michelle nodded her acknowledgement and kept up her gentle lovemaking while her daughter moved behind her. She felt the soft warm touch of feminine hands caressing her shoulders and neck and there was a gentle rush of warm air at her ear before feeling lips gently pull at her lobe.

Michelle moaned quietly at the touch of her daughter's lips on her ear, escorted by caressing hands. The hands trailed gently down the front of her shoulders, running flat over her nipples toward the hem of her shirt. Once at her stomach, they balled up the fabric of her shirt and pulled up, freeing the t-shirt from the confines of her jeans. Erin's hands caressed the now exposed flesh of Michelle's stomach, bringing another moan and tremble from the sexy mature brunette. Her mouth never stopped moving, gliding up and down on the cock trapped inside.

Erin was high on her knees behind her mother, watching her work her magic on the young, strong penis before her. She ran her hands down over her mother's magnificent breasts, feeling each nipple glide over her palms, candy pebbles beneath a cotton sheath. When she touched the waistband of her mother's jeans, she pulled the shirt up and touched the smoothness beneath, the warm skin of her mother's belly. She wrapped her hands around the hem of the shirt and untucked it all the way around before pulling it up over Michelle's head. Michelle had instinctively lifted her arms and pulled back off Cory's prick so the shirt could come all the way off, but she quickly resumed her task.

"Your bra is so pretty, mom," she said, reaching around to cup her mother's breasts. "But not as pretty as what's in it. I love your nipples and can't wait to pull on them with my teeth."

Michelle flinched, pulling off Cory's erection, but replacing it with her hand and stroking it once while she turned to speak to her daughter. Immediately Erin grabbed her wrist and shook her head with a smile. "No hands." Michelle removed her hand, but still held her daughter's gaze. Erin kissed her mother gently on the lips, their tongues touching briefly before the young blonde reached behind her mother to snap the hooks on her bra, letting it fall free when Michelle dropped her arms.

Erin looked up at her brother as she tossed the bra to the side. Still gazing into his eyes, she stroked his erection while saying, "Stand up, mom. Let me get rid of those pants." Taking Erin's free hand, Michelle stood and kissed her son deeply while her daughter unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

Cory was in heaven. He couldn't believe how erotic this was. The beauty of the ladies, their contrasting wardrobes, his raw nakedness by comparison, the gentle oral teasing, their mild lesbian touches, and the heat and glow of the fire, combined to keep him tightly wound. He continued to kiss his mother, his hand on her bare waist, his other hanging by his own hip, fist clenched as he fought to control the urge to take what he wanted.

Michelle felt her second sock pull from her foot, having followed both shoes and the other sock, before the soft, warm hands of her daughter tugged firmly at the waist of her jeans. She wiggled her hips as her daughter pulled and soon enough they were being pulled off her feet and tossed to the side.

"And I thought the bra was beautiful," Erin said breathlessly. Michelle stopped kissing her son and turned her attention to the gorgeous face of the blonde on her knees who leaned forward and kissed the front of her mother's panties. "Mmm," she whispered. "I can smell you already." She brought her hand up and ran her fingers between her mother's legs over her lips. "You're so wet already. I can't wait any more. Lie down."

Michelle lay back on the blanket, excited at what was finally going to happen, and Erin straddled her face facing her feet. She didn't have to say a word as she followed her daughter's lead, hooking her fingers into the white panties and pulling them aside, as he daughter was doing to her black panties.

Cory watched in awe as he heard the ladies moaning while sharing in their mutual delight and pleasure. Erin's ponytail fell over her shoulder as her head worked in small circles between her mother's thighs, her arm steadily churning her mother from the inside. His mother was holding the panties to the side with one hand while her other rhythmically squeezed the firm round cheek hovering above her head. Her eyes were often pinched closed as she responded to the blonde's efforts, her moans and grunts muffled by flared labia and firm thigh.

Erin quickly looked over at her brother and noticed a string of arousal hanging from his turgid spear. "Don't just stand there, handsome. Help her out. Come lick my ass. I want to feel both of your tongues on me." As soon as she had said it, her mouth was buried again and Cory was kneeling near his mother's head. With one hand he supported his weight and with one he alternated caressing his sister's ass and his mother's tit. Both ladies were constantly moaning as each sucked and kissed and received pleasure from the other sucking and kissing. In a moment, Cory's tongue made contact with Erin's asshole and she yelped into her mom's cunt, her hips jerking involuntarily at the instant pleasure he was bringing.

Michelle was overwhelmed with the sight of her son tonguing his sister's backdoor while she tasted the flowing arousal, the texture of her flower soft against her lips. Her daughter's mouth was magic and her son's gripping hand only served to increase her own pleasure. Her groin began to build with pressure like a battery charging when hooked to an electrical source. She knew she would burst with fire and wonder in a moment and she let herself drift toward that sweet release. Wanting the same for her daughter, she gripped her globe more firmly and brought her tongue forward to lash at the clit in front of her.

Erin couldn't take it anymore. Between the buildup of the day, her costume and the tandem tonguing, her explosion was imminent. Her head began to swim and her muscles spasmed against her will. She fell forward a little, her face resting on her mother's thigh, yet she had the presence of mind to continue fingering her mother in hopes of bringing her release as well.

Michelle yelped in surprise when she was sprayed by her daughter's climax, but quickly brought her head up to latch on and trap what she could in her mouth. Cory rested on his heels watching the lewd display and wondered at the resulting orgasm that caused his mother's eyes to pinch closed as she squealed against her daughter's mound. Erin gasped and moaned, lurching her own head up as her mother's response gushed onto the blanket, her legs twitching.

"Holy shit," Cory muttered, interrupting their silent mutual recovery. "That was one of the hottest fucking things I've ever seen."

"Really?" Erin asked, unsaddling from her mother and resting on her hip. She helped her mother to sit up while she added, "You've seen us do that before plenty of times. I was just getting off." Michelle wiped her face and chest with her t-shirt while her children talked.