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As i woke up to the smell of hot coffee at my bed side, I couldnt help but notice that it was close to mid day. The sun had already crept through the blinds, and blinded me when I attempted to open my eyes. Hmmm, Andrea does not typically leave me coffee in the morning, so this must be her dad doing so.

I, Brandon, have been dating Amy for over a year and a half now. We met in college, the classic same class, flirtatious nature, turning into fuck buddies before realizing a relationship would be a good idea situations. things seemed to be okay on the outside, for Andrea was a quality woman about 5.5 160 lbs with blonde hair, blue eyes, very tan with C breasts and a very round, plump ass. that ass is what had always attracted me to her, and it never would disappoint in the bedroom. however, she never gave me the oppertunity to fuck it, an oppertunity i so longed for. In fact, Andrea was quite vanilla in the bedroom to begin with. her desires rarely stretched further than missionary and cowgirl before she rushed to swallow some cum before bed. I needed something more i thought before i fell alseep each night next to her.


As i slipped on my shirt and shorts, i was glancing at myself in the mirror, noticing that i thought i had put on a couple of pounds so far this summer. I stand at about 6'3, 180 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. I couldnt help but notice that my 6 pack was fading to a four since summer began, and as a result was feeling slighly discouraged about my body. Since college baseball season had ended, My summer consisted of working 4 days a week, playing baseball 2, and driving the long 2 hour trek to spend a day or two with my girlfriend and her family. not much time for working out.


As i slowly walked down the stairs, I noticed that Amy was not home. I remembered last night she had talked about going to the store in the morning if i was not awake in an effort to pick up dinner for us that evening, so I decided to come into the living room and watch some television.


As i strolled into the area, I noticed Amy's sister was sitting there watching television as well. Ashley, a recently graduated high school girl of 18, was what I always called a whiny brat. she got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. being in trouble several times for drinking and smoking weed, ashley was the exact opposite of amy; however, ashleys body somehow flourished despite her rowdy behavior. ashley stood about 5-7, 110 lbs, brown hair highlighted blonde with green eyes. she kept her body very tan, and had very large breasts for her age (34 D) and kept a toned midsection and ass from playing varsity high school volleyball. I sometimes would masterbate to her when I was in the bathroom during a shower while andrea was on her period. Andrea rarely felt any sexual desire during that time, causing me to find alternative ways of satisfaction.

Also in the living room was Janey, Amy wonderful mother. Janey, who is in her late forties, was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, sipping some coffee with her red lipstick on the coffee cup. I always loved the imprint it would leave on the cup afterwards...screamed fuck me. Anyhow, Janey took proper care of herself as well, standing about 5-3, 140lbs, bleach blonde hair, however very pale. Janey's calling card was her massive set of breasts, which I learned were 36DD when snooping in her bra drawer when she was out a few weeks back. I couldnt help but stare at them every time we spoke, and often would catch a finger on them when giving her a hug to greet or say goodbye to her.


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Janey
“Hi Brandon, finally up I see” I says looking away from the TV. “Did you drink the coffee I left for you?” … for a few seconds I watch as he enters the room. My eyes drinking in his sexy youthful body. I watch as his muscles move … watch as he confidently stride into the room. I looked away … not wanting to be caught … lusting after him … it was wrong to lust after my daughter’s stud boyfriend … but I have experience … and I’m skillful ..and unless he is paying attention he would never see the lustful look in my eyes
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I adjusted how I sit in the chair as he gets closer making my large chest sway under my summer dress. It was low cut showing off my MASSIVE cleavage. The pretty yellow flowers patterns all over it were appropriate for my age and the shortness showed off my still sexy legs. I smile a bit to myself knowing that my little adjustment … will give you a great view of my huge chest swaying under the dress ….little does he realize …that my adjusting was really because my pussy had gotten excited just by looking at him . My nipples were tingling a bit too. I had seen him look at my big breasts and knew he liked them … so to tease him …I thrust them out a bit more …as he got closer.
“This is WRONG” a voice told me in my head … “you should not try to seduce your daughter’s boyfriend, STOP IT”. I took another sip of coffee … “I must calm down” I thought to myself. Think about other thoughts … think about your husband, Gilroy…there is nothing sexy about him… Brandon was a real male compared to him …an alpha male … fit … sexy …I’ll bet he has a HUGE cock …oh shit I’m getting excited again!!

At this moment Brandon broke into my thoughts by anwering my earlier question.View attachment 1085896
 
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Brandon

" Oh, you left it for me Janey? youre so incredibly thoughtful!" Brandon said, smiling at the thought of his girlfriend's mother's effort to take care of him. He thought if only she could take care of him in other ways....


Brandon, being a college baseball player, was a very strong, muscular college guy. his body was quite toned and fit from lifting, and he was constantly getting hit on by women of all ages while in public with his girlfriend. She was the jealous type, so fights often arose between them. he just wished she'd see that other women wanted him and his young cock..it wasnt his fault was it?


As he sat there for a moment, he could not help but realize how truly stunning Janey was...she was wearing a little summer dress, that was showing off her massive chest. His mouth watered every time he looked at them. He always wished that Amy's tits would grow into the set her mother possessed, but so far, nothing. I bet her husband titfucks the shit out of those he thought...oh i would tit fuck the hell out of those too if i could....

Brandon could begin to feel his cock rise, he tucked it in with a quick nudge of the palm, hoping Janey or Ashley did not notice.


"So Janey whats the family up to today?"


Brandon just could not take his eyes off of her massive set of knockers...or her youthful, smooth, tan legs.
 
Ashley sat, legs crossed, on the living room sofa with the remote in her hand, flipping through the countless number of useless, boring channels on the television set. The morning seemed to drag on, as she could still feel remnants of yesterday's hangover lingering in her head. Without fail, every weekend consisted of scoping out party after party, having no cares in the world and enjoying herself while she was still young - at least, that was how she liked to look at things. Her parents, on the other hand, were not entirely pleased with her lifestyle, but there was no way that was stopping her.

Running a slender hand through her long, slightly tangled brown locks, Ashley was thankful that Brandon, her sister's boyfriend, had appeared in the living room, something to distract her from the tv. Her gaze pulled from the screen to Brandon's toned figure, her eyes sweeping over him, nonchalantly. Was it really so wrong of her to lust over her sister's boyfriend? She didn't think so; and it was only in her own mind that she thought of him in ways she knew she shouldn't. Nearly every time he stepped into the same room as her, Ashley found herself biting her tongue, as to not slip a compliment that her sister might find a bit too friendly. But at this moment, her sister was off running errands, and she knew Brandon wouldn't mind the ego boost.

"Looking good, Brandon. Been working out?" Ashley spoke with a subtle smile painted on her lips. Though her words were nearly cut off, giving Brandon no time to respond before her mother had jumped the gun. She watched his attention immediately switch from her to her mother, and most definitely not her face. Clearing her throat, Ashley stood up from the couch just as she noticed her mother shift rather uncomfortably in the chair, her fiery gaze boring into Brandon's, and his nearly doing the same. "Excuse me." Ashley lifted a hand slightly to brush a stray hair away from her face as she left the living room to enter the kitchen, when really, all she was doing was hiding her look of disgust - was she really disgusted, or simply jealous that her own mother was receiving more attention from Brandon?

Once in the kitchen, Ashley had poured herself a glass of water, sipping at it as she leaned across the marble countertop. The low-cut tank top that she was wearing, paired with her favorite push-up bra accentuated her perfect cleavage, that she so much loved about herself. She stared forward blankly, into the living room where Brandon's back was to her, not even realizing that her gaze was locked on the way his fitted t-shirt outlined his perfectly sculpted back..
 
Brandon...

"Gee, well, thanks Ash, yeah, I have been working out inbetween work and baseball this summer, is it noticable?" Brandon asked, startled to see that she actually noticed something about him...typically she was too busy getting ready for parties or clubs to say much to him.

I swear shes asking for it, I swear shes fucking asking for it I thought as I look into Janey's eyes. She seemed to give me the "Come over honey, I won't bite" look for a few seconds before a quick, coy smile and a wink. Oh, what a cougar of a mother she really was. All of my friends at school always teased me for dating a girl whos mother was hotter than her own daughter. Guess it had it's perks, right?


Upon her wink, Brandon noticed that Ashley had caught a glimpse of him catching a glimpse of her moms tits. Fuck, shes definitely going to tell Amy, and I am going to have to have it out with her tonight over this. Rediculous, I thought. Amy had caught me staring down her mothers shirt here and there, and was really affected by it, so much so that she wouldn't put out for weeks. I am stuck with my hand for awhile I guess I thought.


As Ashley walked into the kitchen though, I could not help but notice how tight her ass was. I mean...tight. When she walked, each cheek scrunched up into a tight, round ball, and shook quite a bit as she sauntered with each step. The inviting shake caused his cock to grow in his pants further, tugging at the hemline of his shorts. Fuck I cant even decide which one to think about jacking off to at this point...
 
Ashley's gaze remained focused on the way his shoulder blades pressed against the taut, thin fabric of his t-shirt, and as he leaned forward slightly in the chair, how the slight sliver of flesh showed between the bottom hem of his shirt and that waistband of his briefs - she always loved the teasing view of a guy's under garments showing over the top of their shorts. Her mind wandered further, subconsciously, his shirt off and his subtle abs calling for her fingertips to linger upon his flesh, inching lower.. and lower.. and..

Ashley was pulled back to reality by the sound of her mother's voice, blatantly throwing compliment after compliment in Brandon's direction - a subtle sign that she had things in mind. She loved her mom to death, and was lucky enough to gain her skills with the boys, not to mention the chest to lure them in. But what the fuck did she think she was doing?

Standing up straight, finishing off the glass of water and setting the glass in the sink, Ashley made her way back into the living room, stopping just beside where Brandon was sitting and staring at her mother, her eyes slightly wide in hopes that she would get the hint to back the hell off. "Mom," Ashley began, her voice laced with demand, "I think my laundry's done, can you go check? I'd really appreciate it if my clothes for tonight are dry, thanks." She finished with a bitter smirk, knowing that she could always get her way; and at the moment, she would do anything to get Brandon's attention fully to herself.
 
Brandon

Wow, Janey was eye fucking the shit out of me I thought, as I tried to hide my thick cock that was threatening to spring right of out my shorts. I leaned forward and sat on the couch in an effort to hide my arousal from the women in the room.


Damnit, I was so mind fucked at this point. Here I am, at my girlfriend's house, she is out at the store, and all I am doing is fantasizing about fucking her mother or her sister. I should be fantasizing about her...and I was for a little while. However, the thought of playing with her mother or her sister was a taboo thought that made my cock throb.


Ashley was making her mother leave the room, Oh gosh. I knew that she was going to bring up that I was staring at her mothers tits, and that she was going to tell Amy when she got home later that afternoon. I was so fucked. I knew she only told her to leave so that she could chew me out for checking her mom out.


As Janey exited the room, I focused my eyes on her hourglass frame, shaking and moving in a delicate way as she disappeared around the corner door jamb, and I heard her begin to step down stair after stair towards the laundry room.
 
Without another word, but of course, a reciprocated smirk of disapproval, Ashley's mother exited the room, clearly moving her hips in a way that accentuated her ass. Ashley found it sickening but let the thought slide as she sat in the seat her mother had bed sitting in. Finally, alone with Brandon. She barely noticed that she had swept her gaze from his bare feet, to his muscular legs, to his waist, covered uncomfortably by his fidgety arms - clearly he was hiding something - to his abs, to his pecks that were hugged by the tightness of his t-shirt, until she finally reached his face, his gaze meeting her own.

She wasn't about to accuse him of oogling over her own mother - that was their own thing to worry about - she was more worried about herself and what their confrontation would escalate to. If her sister had walked into the house at this very moment and saw her merely sitting alone with her boyfriend, she would, without a doubt, be in deep shit.

"So," Ashley began, leaning against the arm of the chair, her cleavage in clear view to Brandon, "I'm sure Amy has appreciated all of the working out you've been doing." She spoke, her voice gentle and a soft smile curling on her lips, as she carried on with their last bit of conversation.
 
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Wow, I could not believe how undeniably sexy Ashley was...sitting there, looking like a high school slut in that tight tank top and short shorts. I had to start thinking of something that could calm my cock down...its becoming so hard that I am not able to keep it hidden for much longer...fuck.


Well, She has been noticing that I have been working out quite a bit, but she doesnt seem to appreciate it as much as I thought she would I told Ashley. Honestly, I was frustrated with how Amy was treating me sexually...so much I wanted to do...so little she wanted to do. We were at a constant stalemate sexually. I would dare not tell Ashley that however, for fear of Amy finding out my displeasure.

In fact ash, it seems to me like you appreciate me working out more than she does with your one small compliment i said, attempting to slide my hard cock to the side of my leg with my palm so that ashley didnt see it begging to be removed from my briefs.
 
Ashley couldn't help but laugh at Brandon's comment about her sister. What a fool she was, how could she not appreciate all the working out he had been doing? He looked amazing, and deserved some sort of compliment for it; if it wasn't from his own girlfriend, why not from her sister?

Of course, just like any other sisters, Amy and Ashley were close. They would stay up long after their parents were asleep, gossiping about how slutty their mother was, all of the boys Ashley had hooked up with at parties, and of course, Amy's relationship with Brandon. Ashley knew that Amy was just 'not in the mood' for what Brandon constantly wanted from her; she couldn't even imagine how rough that must be on him... If only he had some way to relieve himself.

"Well, you know, I just have no motivation to work out myself anymore." And by that, she meant she was too into partying on the weekends to even worry about the abuse she was doing to her body. "Maybe you can be my inspiration." She smiled in his direction, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Maybe you can show me some of your tricks?"
 
Brandon

Well, I would love to help you out if you asking I said, as I quickly looked Ash up and down, taking in her young, tan frame. When you look at a girl like that, all you can do is think of how good of a fuck she must be. I could imagine her tight body riding and bouncing on my cock, begging for more as a young adult. Wow, I am thinking of this too much I thought, and instead decided to focus on her question.


Alright, well usually I do a lot of abdomen exercises, that way you develop a tight core, you know? I slid off the couch and onto the floor, getting into a sit up position. You want to make sure you get a good pump when your upper body comes up. See, I said, as I brought my head up to my knees, contracting my abs. When I came back down, my shirt preceded to inch up over my waist band, and with each pump upward the shirt further and further came up, exposing my abs as they tightened and relaxed. I was not worried about this as much as I was worried about Ashley focusing on my hard cock I was desperately trying to tuck in to my waistband.


Just as I hit ten repetitions, I could hear Amy and Ashley's mother begin to come up the stairs again...
 
Ashley's head nodded in understanding as he spoke, and she watched him position himself on the floor in a sit-up position. Her gaze fell immediately to the sliver of flesh that peeked out from the bottom hem of his shirt. If she was not mistaken, she thought she could see a bit of tightness in the fabric of his shorts as well. Pulling her mind out of the gutter, Ashley continued to stare as his shirt inched higher and higher, revealing more and more of his toned abs, contracting and retracting with each sit-up. God, was that hot.

Ashley's mind was pulled back by the sound of her mother's footsteps returning up the stairs, as she whipped her head around to see if she had made it to the top yet. "C'mon, why don't you show me in my room? I have a lot of empty space in there." She spoke eagerly as she stood up before reaching down and tugging gently at his shirt
 
Brandon sat up as Ashley tugged on the white tee he was wearing. Her pull resulted in a wrinkle and a semi stretched collar. I quickly pulled my shirt back down over my abs so that I looked presentable, and again tucked my hard cock by the side of my leg in an effort to hide it from both Ashley and her mother.

Okay, I guess I could do that, but won't Amy be pissed if she finds us in your room alone? I mean not that she'd think anything, but what if she comes back from the store early? I asked, eager to hear her answer.

I preceded to follow Ashley from the living room into the kitchen, and past the doorway that the downstairs came out at. As I paced by, I caught Jane's eye and cracked a quick smile at her, again looking at her breasts as I followed Ashley. What was becoming more and more apparent however was how Ashleys ass seemed to shake. Each step caused me to imagine fucking it...going in and out of her tight hole. Wow I thought, I bet the high school guys shes been fucked by have had the fuck of their life already at 18.
 
Ashley began making her way towards the staircase that lead upstairs. "She takes forever at the store.." She spoke with a quick roll of her eyes. As they passed the door leading down to the laundry room, Ashley caught a quick glimpse of her mother, who's attention was obviously more willingly focused on the boy behind her.

Ashley stopped on the bottom step of the stairs, her hand resting on the railing as she turned around to look down at Brandon, who had stopped just behind her. "And besides, it's not like we're going to do anything bad." She raised an eyebrow, along with a smirk, at the last word before turning around to finish making her way up the stairs.
 
Oh, Okay, I didnt mean for it to come out like that Ash, I said, added a quick laugh in an effort to cover my stupid question that I clearly should not have asked. As she stopped on that stair, her ass was closer to my face, allowing me to make out and realize she either was not wearing underwear, or was wearing a thong because I could not see any panty lines. Damn, why is everyone in this house turning me on today for some reason.

Just as we were halfway up the stairs, I heard Amy and Ash's mother Janey call out...

"Brandon, I need help with this laundry basket...could you carry it up for me?"

Sure I yelled from down the stairway...I then looked to Ashley and said

"Hey, let me get those clothes for your mom, then I'll be up, it'll just be a sec, okay hun?"

Hun? What. the. fuck. was. i. saying?

I was so fucked now..i was acting like Ashley was my girlfriend. Amy would freak.

I then turned around and began walking down the stairs, and around the corner I went, going to the downstairs stairwell to assist Janey. I heard Ashley whimper in disgust as I disappeared around the corner.

Janey stood there, with a large hamper full of clothing, and was carrying them in a manner so that the top of the hamper was at the base of her massive chest, lifting them upward. As I took the hamper from her hands, my hands cupped the sides of her boobs, causing my cock to spring out from its untucked position in my shorts. I quickly used the hamper to hide the bulge and carried the clothes upstairs for her.
 
Ashley came to a halt as she heard her mother call from downstairs, a grimace immediately tainting her features. She put on a fake smile as she turned to face Brandon once more, knowing that he would be ever so happy to help out her mother - he'd get to catch another glimpse of her knockers.

"Sure." Ashley replied, the smile still clear on her lips as she heard him call her hun. Clearly, his mind was elsewhere as well. She watched him trek back down the stairs and disappear around the corner, just as she let an audible, annoyed sigh before dragging her feet up the rest of the stairs. She turned into her bedroom, second door on the right, leaving the door open so that Brandon could join her when he returned. She stared at herself in the mirror, slipping her hand through her hair a few times and adjusting her push-up bra so that her cleavage was perfectly aligned and noticeable.
 
Brandon quickly hurried up the stairs and placed the clothes basket in the living room next to a couch. Janey followed him around the corner, and said Thanks Brandon, giving me a hug. Not just any hug, but a tight, body to body hug. I knew that she could feel the bulge in my pants, but there was not much I could do about it at this point.


Hey Janey, Im going to run upstairs to help Ashley move something in her room, okay? I said with a coy smile, I had to lie. I absolutely had to in an effort to hide what we were really doing. If I said, hey, Janey, Im going to show Ashley how to workout in her room alone...hope you dont mind...i knew that Janey would not allow it. So, I hoped Janey wouldnt come upstairs and find me doing situps or whatever on the floor of her room.

Sure honey She said, go help her im sure she needs it.

Alright be back in a few jane...At that point i began walking up the stairs, reaching the top slowly as to not alert janey that i was hurrying. Ashley left her bedroom door open for me...wow. I wished Amy would do that for me in the middle of the night when I would want a quick blowjob before bed...but she always closed her door and went to bed, saying sex was never a good thing to do at her parents home.


I walked into the room, saying sorry ash, your mom really needed me to carry that hamper. It was pretty heavy. I think she flirts with me a lot I said, with a laugh, trying to get Ash's opinion of her mother on that area.


I also couldnt help but notice that Ash clearly had pushed her push up bra upward even more...and that her rack was almost bursting out of the top of her tank. Mhmm. Wow.
 
Ashley continued to wait, tweaking her appearance ever so slightly until she could hear slow footsteps making their way back up the stairs. She smiled to herself, knowing that Brandon had returned.

She turned to look at him as he stepped through the doorway, noting that his gaze fell instantaneously to her chest; exactly what she expected. She got that reaction from a lot of boys.

Ashley gave a quick shake of her head, rolling her eyes at Brandon's comment regarding her mother. "She flirts with everything that has a penis that walks into this house. That's why I don't bring my guy friends over anymore.." Ashley had plenty of experiences with her mother leading herself onto the boys she used to bring over; as long as they were over the age of eighteen, she figured them fair game.

"Now.. tell me if I'm doing this right." Ashley spoke as she positioned herself on the ground in a similar push-up position that Brandon had been in before, pulling herself up a few times, purposely struggling so that he could help her out.
 
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