Interlude

Earlier that day across town, a short girl with long, brown hair wearing a navy blue sundress finally stepped off a school bus with her carrying bag and began to walk up the street towards her house. Having one of the very last stops on the route, she had gotten all of her homework (though math had taken a bit longer than usual, with her having slept through most of the lesson) and was ready to relax and watch some Twitch.

The walk from the bus stop to her house only took a few minutes, and soon she passed the old, broken down gaming chair her father had left by the side of the road and walked up the driveway of a normal, 2 story house with the usual unkempt lawn.

She opened the door and stepped inside, leaving her shoes by the door. As usual, her mother was hard at work in the living room playing Overwatch. She chose not to bother her as she headed into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There, she was greeted by her brother as he was fixing himself a sandwich.

“Hey,” he said, glancing up at her before staring wide eyed at her dress. “Woah, Val, someone really made a mess of your dress! What happened?”

Valerie blushed, glanced down at her outfit and then back up at her brother who was still ogling the cumstained sundress..

“First period was boring, so I went and masturbated in the supply room. You know, the one with the fantastic view of the soccer field?” He nodded in confirmation as she continued. “Well, there were a few guys already there, and one of them didn’t have any panties to cum on. So, I was like, why not just let him cream all over my outfit while I cum? He was cute, and the amount he came was pretty impressive, so I even gave him my number afterwards.”

Her brother had paused in his sandwich making and was still eyeing her dress, a small blush visible on his cheeks.

“Nice,” he commented before making eye contact. “Hey, I slept through more than a couple of my classes yesterday and I wasn’t able to jerk off at all today because I had to catch up… are you planning on showering tonight?”

Valerie’s account had started to arouse her, and her brother’s offer was pretty tempting, but she had other plans.

“Sorry! Not until later tonight, I want to watch Jill compete this evening. It’s a qualifier for her college to get into the national championships, and I promised her I’d be watching. You should ask mom.”

“Gotcha.” He didn’t skip a beat, topping his sandwich and taking a bite before walking past her into the living room. She started to make her way to the stairs as she overheard them in the other room.

“Hey mom, I’m pretty pent up, do you think you’ll take a shower soon?”

“Uh, yeah, sure honey. Just let me finish this match and I’ll head upstairs.”

“Sweet! Thanks mom!”

Valerie smiled as she got to the top of the stairs and headed towards her room. None of her family were perverts, thank God, but every now and then, her brother could get pretty rowdy when he didn’t get some release.

She opened her bedroom door, leaving it inconspicuously open, and walked over to her desk before plopping down in the chair and booting up her laptop that sat in front of her state of the art gaming computer. Opening up the web browser, she went to Twitch and brought up the stream of the tournament she was looking for.

After watching a brief advertisement, the feed immediately went into the stream mid match. Valerie was relieved to see that her friend was playing and the score was 0-0, meaning she hadn’t missed much.

Her eyes were drawn to the corner of the screen, where two boxes featured players and handcams. The young man that was being showcased was showing amazing feats of dexterity with his digits, and it was a feast for the girl’s eyes, but despite that, she was still more interested in supporting her friend than ogling some guy’s hand.

'Handcams are great and all, but sometimes I wish they weren’t so distracting,' she lamented to herself.

At that moment her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fished it out to find she had a message from a new number.

'Hm. I wonder if it’s from the cute guy earlier?' She wondered as she opened up the app.

Erin Bradbury sat in her chair, gazing in rapt attention to the big screen in the middle of the indoor stadium through the tinted windows of the viewing group’s VIP MasturBox. Her husband, John had told her earlier in the week with news that his work buddy’s daughter was part of her local college’s Overwatch team that was going to be competing in a nationals qualifying tournament. The buddy had approached him with the offer to go see them compete in person, complete with special VIP tickets to their own private masturbation area.

Of course they couldn’t pass the offer up, and thus there they were. The group sat in a row of comfy, reclining chairs, and consisted of the work buddy, Brian and his wife Elanor, John, herself and an extra seat for their son, Jack, who was running late.

The opposing team took the first game, and Brian gave words of encouragement and sniffed a pair of Tracer themed panties his daughter had given him before putting them back over his penis. Erin snuck a peek at it, noting it’s girth to be lesser than her husbands, but around the same length. She attacked her clit through her soaked undergarment for a moment before slowing down and peering up at the screen as the next match started.

Just then, the door to the box opened, and a young man wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the logo for Super Smash Bros entered the room. Erin glanced at his hands as he hurriedly closed the door behind him and went over to the seats.

“Sorry I’m late, what’d I miss?” He asked as he pulled his pants down and sat next to Mrs. Bradbury, taking a few noticeable looks at her chest and panties.

“Jill’s in semi's,” His father answered. “They’re down a game right now.”

“I’m sure she’ll pull through,” Jack replied as he applied his namesake to himself. Erin glanced at his growing erection, fairly impressed with him, it looked to be a bit over average.

It didn’t take long for him to get distracted from the match looking at Mrs. Bradbury’s breasts, and only a minute after arriving he let his thoughts be known.

“Dang, you have fantastic tits, Mrs. Bradbury,” He commented. She peered over at him, noting the speed of his strokes had increased as he gazed at her sizable chest.

“Why thank you young man, my husband and children would agree with you,” she replied to the compliment smiling. “Your sister is rather gifted in that department too, along with her gaming skills. What’s she like?”

“Jill? She’s one of the smartest people I know, she works hard in everything from school to gaming, and she was actually pretty talented at shooters when she was a little kid.”

He never once took his eyes off her breasts, even as he continued to ramble with a slight smile.

“She’s also kind of into some weird stuff too, if I’m being honest. We both love masturbating to eachother when we shower... but, instead of the normal talk of how much we want to fuck each other, she likes to beg me to breed-”

He suddenly stopped and blinked, stopping his jacking as he frantically looked over at his parents. Thankfully to him, they hadn’t heard him expose their family habits to Mrs. Bradbury. His father muttered at the screen, one hand on his chin and the other on his groin and his mother was busy balling up her panties and stuffing them inside her, leaving her bottomless.

Jack looked back at Erin, blushing and grinning with embarrassment as he stammered under her amused motherly gaze.

“S-sorry, I, uh, get a little overenthusiastic around milfs.”

Erin knew well that nobody spoke of their interfamilial relations with a non family member, but could tell he was enamoured with her and was just trying to impress her. To be honest, she had to admit she was, what with him being so confident and fairly well endowed. Though, she had a husband, and was thoroughly committed to him.

“It’s alright dear, though you shouldn’t be speaking about that sort of stuff with just anyone you know.”

He nodded and looked back at the game while continuing his masturbation with a concerned grimace, it wasn’t looking good for his sister’s team.

Back in town, a quiet house sat in a peaceful neighborhood. Inside, the only sounds came from the dripping kitchen faucet, the title music of a video game, and a 20 year old man starting to take a shower.

Michael Lopez had a long day, waking up bright and early to go to his college classes, and taking 2 different tests back to back at the near end of the day. He was glad to finally be able to just be at home and relax, and he thought about if he should make some dinner before gaming some more as he lathered up his hair with shampoo.

At that moment, unbeknownst to him the garage door opened, allowing a black sudan to pull to a stop inside of it. The car turned off, and a woman wearing a long skirt with suspicious stains stepped out. She walked into the house with an unfocused mind, unable to stop herself from thinking about what she had seen earlier that day.

‘I’ve seen penises before,’ Stephanie told herself. 'Of course I’ve seen penises! I see one every time someone cums on my outfit, and how else would I have had Michael?’ She sat her bag down on the counter.

‘But… I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone masturbate like that outside of showering before. It was so close and unobscured, I could see almost every detail of it!’

For the entirety of the rest of the day, the image of George Bradbury’s engorged member had been stuck in her head, causing her to be almost constantly aroused while trying to teach. She was grateful that she had chosen a long dress, or else the entire class would have probably seen her juices dripping down her legs.

She left her shoes by the door and went to climb the stairs when she finally heard the telltale sound of a shower, and her face lit up with a knowing smile. She very well could have gone and taken a masturbation break in the middle of class, but she’d decided to value her student’s education over her own personal desires and waited it out. Now, however, she could finally let it out.

Stephanie hurried up the stairs and went directly into her room, grabbing a new pair of red satin panties (Michael’s favorite) from the opened wholesale panty pack on top of her dresser. She went to slide them up her legs when she remembered what George had suggested earlier in the day.

She thought it over for a moment before shrugging to herself.

‘What’s the harm?’ She thought as she balled the soft fabric up in her hands. ‘It could be an interesting experience...’

Lifting up her skirt, she stuffed the red bundle into her wet pussy, careful to leave a little bit hanging out for later. Besides, when she thought about it, it’s actually pretty normal to do it this way, right?

Her hand let the skirt fall back down and she straightened up as she wiped her arousal on her already dirty skirt. Her eyebrows raised in light surprise at this new sensation. The feeling of the panties in her aroused pussy didn’t just feel good, it felt... natural.

She wiggled her hips a little, a small grin on her face. How she had not figured this out before, she had no idea, but now that George had suggested it, a whole new world was opened up to her.

‘Maybe I’ll give him double extra credit for both the orgsasm and the suggestion, instead of just the one?’ She mused to herself as she strutted out of her room and into the hallway towards the open bathroom door.

Peering inside gave her quite the unobstructed view of her son, Michael. He was standing naked in the shower as he rinsed off body wash from his chest. She knocked on the doorway to get his attention, and hiked her skirt up with her free hand to expose herself to him.

He jumped up at the sudden disturbance before looking up, then down at his mother in the doorway. A smile quickly formed on his face as he turned to her, his cock rising to attention.

The experience quite familiar to both of them, their hands reached their respective privates in unison. Michael began tugging on himself with vigor as his mother’s hands danced across her petals, enjoying the new, even more sensitive sensation of touching herself directly.

“Oh, God, Mom, you’re so hot! I wish you’d spend less time teaching history lessons and teach me more about my anatomy!”

She rolled her eyes inwardly, having accepted her son’s teacher kink long ago. Usually she would just think about something different that she found arousing, but this time her gaze was stuck on her son’s erection and wouldn’t break away from it. She thought back to her experience with her student that day, and it wasn’t long before she was bringing herself to orgasm, mindlessly diddling her clit directly until she started squirting onto the tile floor with each stroke.

The image of his mom’s exposed pussy squirting out love juices proved to be too much for Michael, and he too found himself turning to splatter his load onto the side of the shower.

For a moment the two leaned against the wall panting, bodies red with blush, before Michael turned the water off and addressed his mother.

“So, how was school today, mom?”

‘I’ve been thinking about you.’

Valerie couldn’t stop those words from replaying over and over again in her head as she struggled to watch her friend’s team suffer a defeat in semis. Her body trembled with a mixture of nervousness, embarrassment and eagerness as she closed out the twitch browser and looked at her phone laying face down on the desk next to her.

She picked it up and was greeted with the same thing as before. Those words were combined with a crotch shot of a very familiar penis, the same one that had shot an impressive load all over her dress earlier that day.

After taking a deep breath, she steeled her resolve and slipped her dress over her head in one fluid motion. In another, she slipped her panties down her legs and tossed both haphazardly towards the hamper.

Now sitting at her desk in nothing but her bra, she spread her legs, angled her phone downwards and took a picture. She brought her phone back up and inspected her handiwork.

“No…” She muttered. “That looks crooked.”

She tried again.

“Too blurry…”

“Not wet enough.”

“That’s not a very good angle.”

“Too wet.”

“...There we go!” She had inspected her crotch shot nervously. Everything about how her pussy looked in this picture had to be perfect. After all, she was confessing that she liked a boy with this! It took more than a dozen, but she felt she finally had a keeper with this one.

She opened her messaging app and, with a shaky finger, sent the photo, quickly typing out a text to go with it.

‘I’ve been thinking about you, too.”