Marie, enjoying her children being home for the summer

“mmHMm,” I mumbled, stirring awake on the couch.

As I blinked my eyes open, I noticed that the light had changed, the sun now casting shadows across the floor. I stretched out my legs and sat up, feeling the crick in my neck as I felt as though I'd just awoken from a refreshing nap.

"Oh...I'm sorry sweetie, I think I dozed off for a little while you were talking." I said, turning to my son, Joey, who was smiling at me with a devilish grin. "Sorry it didn't work like you hoped," I said soothingly.

I felt bad, honestly. Joey is our youngest of three, the only boy, and is what some might call the oddball of the family. He didn’t quite inherit any of his father's masculine traits, nor did he inherent the same good looks and intelligence from me as his older sisters. He is the definition of average in every way. While he did just graduate high school, he is quite lazy and directionless right now, with no real plans for college.

Which is why I felt so guilty. After overhearing me joke to my husband about being 'addicted' to caffeine, he had come to me nonchalantly, telling me that he'd been reading up about hypnosis and thought he could help. I'd been pretty dismissive, but after enough pleading by him, I relented. Hypnosis was obviously a load of you know what, but it was nice to see him actually take an interest in something, even if it was make-believe psuedoscience.

Now, Joey was sitting across from me, his eyes gleaming with hope. "It's okay, Mom. We can try again another time," he said, his voice full of earnestness.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "You really believe in this stuff, don't you?" I asked, patting his knee.

He nodded, his smirk still plastered on his face.

"Well sad to say mister, but it didn't work on me this time. But if it helps me sneak in another nap like I just had, we can give it another shot whenver you want," I teased, deciding to indulge him.

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"Joey, the answer is NO! Stop being such a little pervert, get out of your little fantasy world, and actually try to socialize and be a normal person."

I frowned from the laundry room, hearing my children fighting from Grace, my middle daughter's, room.

"Grace, come on! I promise it will be quick and I won't do anything weird. That's not how it works," I hear Joey whine from her room.

"God, you're such a freak. NO, END OF STORY!" She screamed.

I quickly put down one of Joey's shirts and walk through the living room and toward the sound of their arguing. Joey is standing in the doorway, while Grace is at her desk, a baggy sweater and long sweats hiding her cute, curvy body. She'd been home from college for the summer for a couple of weeks now, which sparked the familiar bickering between siblings.

"What's going on in here?" I ask, my voice calm but firm.

Grace rolls her eyes dramatically. "Joey is being a perv and wants me to let him hypnotize me."

"I'm sorry, honey," I say, turning to Grace, "but your brother isn't a pervert for being curious. I should have mentioned it to you but it's a new hobby of his that he's been practicing for a bit now. He's tried it a few times on me." I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of my mouth.

Grace's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"

"Yep," I said, keeping my tone casual. "He's been working on his little hobby and thought he could help me cut down on my caffeine."

"But did it work?" she asked, looking at me skeptically.

"Well, not exactly," I admit with a laugh. "But he did manage to get me to take a nice little nap without me realizing it."

Grace stares at me, her jaw slightly agape. Joey's grin widens, and he nods eagerly. "See? It's not just me. Mom's totally into it."

Sensing the tension in the room, I decide to step in and play the role of mediator.

"Look, why don't we give it a shot? But this time, I'll supervise. That way, you can see it's all innocent, and no one gets weirded out. Plus, it's just for a few minutes."

Grace considers this for a moment, her expression contemplative. "Fine," she says finally, with a sigh. "But only if Mom's here the whole time."

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"It's just so great to have the kids home for the summer, and actually getting along for a change!"

I smiled, playfully rolling my eyes at my husband, David, as he grabbed his coffee thermos and slowly headed towards the garage.

"You better hurry or you're going to be late," I lightly scolded him, knowing full well that he had five minutes to spare.

He paused, turning to face me. "I know, I know," he said, taking a step back into the kitchen. He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips, his stubble scratching gently against my skin. "But you know what they say, happy wife, happy life."

I chuckled and swiped at his arm. "Don't flatter yourself," I said.

"Love you, my sexy wife. Maybe we have some alone time later tonight," he said, tossing me a wink.

I playfully swatted him away. "Out, before you're really late."

With a laugh, he disappeared into the garage. Our sex life was normally quite active, even after three kids, but it had been a while since we'd been intimate. While Joey was usually tucked away in his room, having Grace home made it a bit more challenging, though truthfully, I had been feeling quite tired and unmotivated whenever David prompted the topic.

I watched as he backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.

Once he was out of sight, I broke into a wide smile, a warmth spreading through me as I padded down the hall to my bedroom.

I opened my closet and pushed aside the neatly hung blouses and khakis, reaching for the back where I kept my 'mood' clothes. The red mini-dress, with its plunging neckline and short, slit hemline, was perfect, I thought.

I slipped into the dress, feeling the cool silk caress my skin. The fabric hugged my body in all the right places, making me feel both sexy and comfortable. I looked in the mirror, twirling around to get a better look. I smiled, loving what I saw.

In the kitchen, I hummed to myself as I cracked eggs into the sizzling pan, the aroma of bacon and pancakes filling the house. I was in an amazing mood, one that seemed to brighten everything around me. The sun was shining through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow on the counters and the wooden floorboards. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, a pot brewing for when the kids woke up. I had the radio playing low, the sound of a classic rock hit adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

As I went to flip the pancakes, I faintly heard footsteps behind me, followed by a pair of arms around my midsection.

"Good morning, Mom," Joey murmured into my hair. I leaned back into his embrace, my tush pressing against his lower midsection as I felt his erection press again my naked thigh. He took a long inhale, soaking in the fruity smell of the conditioner in my hair and the elegant perfume I’d started wearing around the house recently.

"Mm, good morning, sweetheart," I said, turning to face him and giving him a proper squeeze. He felt amazing. I stepped back and took him in, his hair messily styled from sleep but looking more handsome than ever.

I stroked his hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. We held each other for a few more moments before he pulled away, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"So, what's the plan today?" Joey asked casually, as he took a seat at the kitchen island, his eyes roving over me hungrily as he slipper a hand into his shorts and began fondling himself.

"Well, your sister will be up soon, so I wanted to make you guys breakfast," I said cheerily.

""Is that right?" Joey replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his gaze lingering on me. "You look good enough to eat in that dress, Mom," he teased.

I couldn't help but blush at his words, finding it both adorable and thoughtful of him to notice. "You're going to make your sister jealous, Joey," I teased, flipping the pancakes onto a plate. "But thank you for the compliment."

My son had become so polite recently, always taking the opportunity to compliment me on my appearance while encouraging me to dress up around the house. I soaked up his light comments, taking in the small confidence boost by puffing my chest out in his direction and giving my breasts and playful jiggle. This drew a big grin from him, as he continued groping the lump in his shorts.

Grace emerged from her room, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair a messy halo around her face. Her sleepy aura looked adorable, wearing a slightly oversized, pink, cotton sleep t-shirt that came down a few inches below her crotch.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I called out, sliding the plate of pancakes over to Joey. He grabbed the syrup and began to drench his breakfast, his eyes never leaving my legs and chest.

Grace yawned and stumbled over to us, looking between Joey and me, noticing the playful energy in the room. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice groggy.

"Oh, just your brother being his usual charming self," I replied, plating up some eggs and bacon for her.

Joey smirked. "And Mom looking hotter than usual."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Your brother's got a point," I said, winking at Grace. "I do look pretty good today."

Grace giggled, the sound light and airy as she blushed, looking at Joey through her lashes.

"What about me, Joey?" she asked coyly. "Do I look hot today?" She spun around, her sleep shirt swirling around her hips, giving us a glimpse of her toned, bare legs. I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties.

Joey's eyes widened, taking in the sight of his sister's barely covered ass. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roving over her body before he grinned.

"Oh, you're definitely hot, giving Mom a run for her money."

Without missing a beat, Joey reached out and playfully smacked Grace's butt. The sound echoed through the kitchen, a light slap that made her squeal and jump. She turned to glare at him, but the smirk on her face told me she didn't mind.

"Thanks," she said, leaning against the table. "But do I look hot enough for a little hypnosis?"

It was hilarious how into trying to have Joey hypnotize her Grace had gotten after their first 'session'. She had been the one to roll her eyes and call it nonsense before, but now she was practically begging for it, even though Joey's attempts obviously never worked. He'd been trying multiple times a day with both of us for several weeks now, but all he had managed to ever do was bore us to sleep.

"I'm not sure if we can practice today, Grace, I was thinking of taking it easy" Joey said, his voice suddenly serious.

"Come on, Joey," Grace cooed, hopping up onto his lap, her bare legs straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Pleeeeease."

Joey's eyes darted to me, and I could see the excitement in them, begging for my approval.

"Well, it's fine by me," I said. "But remember, we have to keep it appropriate."

"Of course, Mom."

Grace's eyes lit up with excitement, and before Joey could react, she had planted her lips onto his, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth. I watched amused, as she ground herself against his crotch. Joey's eyes closed, his arms reflexively wrapping around her waist to steady her.

With a swift move, Joey lifted Grace's shirt up, revealing her bare chest. Her braless breasts bounced freely, her pink, perky nipples already erect. She gasped, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before she closed them again. He took in the sight, before leaning in and placing his mouth on her breasts, sucking in air and letting it out in a gusty stream. Grace's giggles turned into moans as the sensation of his breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Her body squirmed in his lap, her legs tightening around him as he continued to motorboat her, his cheeks moving in and out as he playfully smacked his lips against her flesh. Grace giggled away, as her hands found their way to the back of Joey's head, her fingers threading through his hair as she encouraged him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Okay, okay," I said with a laugh, "I think that's enough annoying your brother before breakfast."

Grace pulled away, her cheeks red with excitement. "Fine, Mom, but we’re just hanging out" she pouted playfully. Joey grinned, his eyes glazed over with lust, his erection clearly visible through his shorts.

"Let's get you both nice and hypnotized, shall we?' Joey asked rhetorically.

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I poked my head into the living room, the faint murmur of Joey's voice peaking my interest.

David was seated upright out on the couch, his neck craned to the side in an odd position. He was snoring softly, his body rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breath. Joey was sitting at the edge of the couch, leaning over his father, his eyes focused and intense. His hand hovered just above David's forehead, his fingers almost touching his skin.

Though I couldn't quite make out what he was saying, Joey's voice was low and soothing. I smiled, catching on to what was happening.

After one of Joey's failed sessions with me, I had the brilliant idea to try to talk Joey into practicing his hypnosis on his father.

"You know, Joey," I said, looking up at my son from the floor. "Your dad's been stressed from work lately.”

Joey looked down at me, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he stroked my blonde hair. "Really?

I nodded, his gaze lingering on my exposed breasts. "That, plus I think he's quite sexually frustrated. I'm not sure why, but recently, I've just had no interest in being intimate with him," I giggled as Joey gave my right nipple a firm squeeze.

"Hmmm," Joey mused. "When did this start happening? And are you not feeling horny anymore?" He leaned forward, pinching my left nipple.

"Ergggh," I whimpered. "Probably within the last few weeks, sweetie. Right around the time you started trying to hypnotize me, though obviously it has nothing to do with that," I joked as he continued kneading my exposed breasts. "And not at all! Frankly, I'm hornier than I've ever been these days!"

I sat back on my tush. For emphasis, I spread my legs, placing my neatly manicured nails on the lips of my vagina, spreading them to show Joey just how wet I was.

Joey leaned forward to inspect, shoving his middle and index finger into my crevice, driving me mad with lust. After a few thrusts, which only made me more turned on, he removed his fingers and absentmindedly brought them to his mouth, sucking off my juices.

"Agree, you do seem quite horny, Mom."

"Ughhh, you’re telling me, Mister! Maybe your hypnosis could help him relax, and slow down a bit when it comes to pressing for sex. That way, I could at least find some time to masturbate?” I asked, full of hope.

"You think so? But I thought you said it didn't work?"

"Why not?" I shrugged. "It can't hurt to try, and if it doesn't work, well, then he'll just nap like I always do."

"Okay, but how do I get him to agree to it?" Joey asked, as he smeared his exposed, erect penis across my lips. The salty, sticky remnants of the pre-cum on the head of his penis touched my lips, sending a shiver down my spine, right towards my dripping, wet pussy.

"Leave that to me," I said with a mischievous smile, as I placed my hands and elbows on his lap and took his penis inside my mouth, giving him our typical post-breakfast blowjob.

That evening, after dinner, I suggested to David that he should sit down and relax. "You've had a long day," I cooed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you let Joey try out his new stress relief technique?"

David raised an eyebrow, looking at me skeptically. "Is this another one of his weird hobbies?" he'd asked dismissively.

And now, though it was likely David had just fallen asleep out of sheer boredom, I was happy to see that he had at least let Joey try. It was totally harmless I'd ultimately convinced him, so what it really came down to was him being supportive of his son who he was so distant from.

I decided to join them, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to Joey. "How's it going?" I whispered to Joey, making sure not to wake David.

"He's out cold," Joey murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned over, his hand sliding down to cup my breast.

I leaned back into the couch cushions, allowing him to continue, watching him with a mix of amusement and arousal. He had become quite skilled at this over the past few weeks, and even though the hypnosis was a sham, the sensation of his touch was definitely real. His thumb flicked over my nipple, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan, though not loud enough to disturb his father.

"It's okay, Mom," Joey murmured. "I've got everything under control. I just need a little more time with him."

I nodded, my breath hitching as his hand traveled down my body, slipping under the hem of my dress to stroke my thigh. "Okay, sweetie," I whispered back, giving him a lingering peck on the lips before leaving him to it.

I smirked to myself as I headed off, knowing full well that David was in great hands with Joey.

****************

Grace let out a loud, sultry moan as she bucked her thick hips backwards. Joey stood behind her, stroking his erect penis, rubbing the head of it directly against her asshole. Her full breasts dangled from her chest, slapping against her stomach from her bent over position. With her back already arched, Joey was pulling her hair, bringing his lips to her neck, whispering in her ear.

Grace immediately allowed Joey's dick to slide into her hole between her fleshy butt cheeks.

"What do we say, Grace?" I ask as he began rocking his hips -- sliding his cock in and out of Grace's butt.

"HNNNNGHH! Yess" Grace grunts. "THANK YOU! OH FUCK! PLEASE JOEY! YES!"

Joey gripped her by her hair and seemed to be deriving immense pleasure from his sister's hole. His balls slapped against her crotch, as she continued to happily take him up her ass.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by the occasional grunt from Joey. Grace's body shuddered with every deep thrust, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and sheer erotic bliss. She was biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming too loudly.

As I watched the scene unfold, my own desire building, I rubbed my clit through my drenched panties.

"Oh God, Joey," Grace moans, her voice muffled by her pillow. She's lost in the moment, her body moving in rhythm with Joey's, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Am I your favorite person ever, Grace?' Joey asks, punctuating his question with a loud smack to her rear.

"YES, JOEY!" she screams, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise at the sudden pain. "FUCK ME HARDRER, I LOVE YOU!"

Gosh. She's so beautiful, her skin flushed and sweaty, her pussy glistening with her own juices.

Joey's grip on Grace's hair tightened as he pumped into her, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered into her ear. "You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Grace gasped for air, her body trembling with every thrust. "Yes, Joey," she whimpers, "I'm your slut."

"Say it louder," he demands. "Tell me how much you love your little brother's cock in your ass."

"Oh God, Joey," she groans, her voice a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "I love your cock in my ass!"

"Who does your big, slutty, whore ass belong to?" He asked, low and gruff.

"It belongs to you, Joey," she murmured, the words barely audible.

He chuckled darkly, his strokes becoming more forceful. "That's my girl. Say it again, for Mom to hear."

Grace's eyes darted to me, and I could see the excitement in them. She was loving this. "My ass belongs to you, Joey," she called out, her voice louder this time. "I'm your little slut."

Joey's eyes never left Grace's ass as he pounded away, his hips smacking into her with a **** that made the bed squeak. His hand reached around to play with her pussy, his thumb pressing against her clit.

"Whose the perv now Grace, me or you?"

I couldn't help but smirk as I watched my son's hand move in a circular motion against her clit, her juices coating his fingers. Though his sister sometimes joked about it, Joey obviously was the furthest thing from a pervert.

Grace's moans grew louder, and she began to shake as Joey's hand worked its magic. "Oh, God," she whined. "I'm going to cum."

"Not yet," Joey murmured, slowing his strokes. "Not until I say so."

Her eyes shot up to meet his, desperation and lust swirling in their depths. "Please, Joey," she begged.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered into her ear. "You're the one who's always been the little perverted slut, aren't you, Grace?"

Her eyes rolled back, and she nodded, her body quivering with need. "Yes," she moaned. "I'm the pervert, not you."

Joey's grip on her hair tightened. "Say it," he demanded. "Say you're a slut."

Grace whimpered, her body tensing. "I'm a slut," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I've always been a slut."

He smirked, his strokes becoming more deliberate, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. "And who's the only person you want to be a slut for?"

The heat in her gaze was unmistakable. "You, Joey," she said, her voice breathy. "You're the only person I want to be a slut for."

I was so proud to see them getting along so well. Leaving them be, I quietly shut the door, and headed towards the living room, where I found David sitting on the couch. He appeared groggy and disoriented, having just woken up from a nap after another one of Joey's unsuccessful hypnosis endeavors earlier that morning.

"How did it go?" I asked, a knowing smile playing on my lips.

He looked up, blinking the haze out of his eyes. As he locked eyes on the baby blue, sheer, lace, nightie I was wearing, he averted his gaze, turning a deep shade of red.

"It was fine," he stammered, clearing his throat. "But our son is definitely not cut out to be a hypnotist."

"Well, at least he's trying new things," I say, walking over to him and sitting down on the armrest.

"Yeah," David says with a **** chuckle. "I just don't get why he's so obsessed with it. It's not like it's working on anyone."

I place a supportive hand on his wrist. David's eyes dart to the floor, his cheeks coloring even further as he instinctively pulls away from my touch.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, my voice full of genuine concern.

He clears his throat again, his eyes avoiding mine. "It's just... I've been feeling a bit... tense lately."

I nodded, understanding his unspoken request. "Well, if you need some time to... relax," I said delicately, "go ahead. I won't be needing our bedroom for a bit."

"Really?" He looked up at me, hope glinting in his eyes.

I nodded, giving him a knowing smile. "You have my blessing," I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Take all the time you need."

David's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he practically bolted from the couch, his erection obvious. I watched him retreat down the hall, his posture a mix of relief and embarrassment. As soon as his bedroom door clicked shut, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

It was quite the coincidence how, after Joey had started practicing his little 'hobby' with David, his father had brought up the idea of taking a break from our usual love-making routine. He had suggested that maybe we could both explore our own sexual needs independently. Though I was outwardly measured, I was so internally relieved hearing this, given how uninterested I'd be in having sex with him recently. And the look on Joey's face when he heard his father's proposal was priceless.

David's masturbation habits had become a silent joke between the three of us. Joey had even started keeping count of the times he heard his father's bedroom door locking from the inside, followed by the unmistakable sound of his fist pumping away.

"I don't know, sweetie," I giggled a few nights ago, sipping a glass of wine. "It's like he's found a new hobby. He's been more into that than his work lately!"

Joey smirked, his hand still buried in my crotch as we sat on the couch, our bodies entwined. I was firmly planted on my son's lap, my tush pressed against his erection as I straddled him, giving him soft, tender kisses on the lips. The black lace lingerie and garter belt I had on gave him perfect access to my slit. The stockings and gloves I wore were an extra touch that I'd had an epiphany to go out and buy one day, knowing how sexy they would make me look.

"Maybe it's because of the hypnosis," he mused, his thumb circling my clit. "It's like it's made him more... aware of his needs."

"Or maybe it's because of the lack of hypnosis," I quipped, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as Joey brought me closer to climax. "Either way, I'm not complaining."

"Me neither," Joey said, his voice thick with lust. "Especially if means I get more of this all to myself," he added, giving my breast a gentle squeeze.

I giggled, feeling the heat between my legs growing stronger. "Oh, sweetie," I whispered, "you know Mommy loves spending time with you." I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, wanting to reassure him how much I enjoyed his company.

From the bedroom, we could hear David's muffled groans, the sound of his hand slapping against his own flesh echoing through the walls. Joey and I shared a knowing look, a silent communication passing between us.

"So you don't think any of this is... you know, from the hypnosis, do you, Mom?" Joey whispered, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound low and intimate as we sat there on the couch, my legs straddled over his.

"No, honey," I whispered, stroking his cheek. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but Daddy's just been really stressed lately. I'm certain it has nothing to do with your little hobby."

Joey's hand didn't stop moving, his fingers deftly bringing me closer and closer to the brink.

"Are you sure my hypnosis isn't really doing anything to you or Dad?" His voice was a sweet blend of innocence and curiosity.

“Positive," I said with a warm smile, my eyes fluttering closed as Joey's fingers worked their magic on my clit. "It's all in your head, baby."

"So you haven't behaving differently at all towards me, recently," he asked, mashing his face into my breasts as he picked up the pace of his fingering.

I couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled up from my chest. "No, of course not, Joey," I gasped, my body writhing on his lap. "What could possibly make you think that?"

He didn't reply, too busy suckling on my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his tongue danced around the erect bud. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure directly to my core, and I found myself getting lost in the moment.

"Sweetie, oooh that feels nice. Sweetie, I promise you I'm not hypnotized," I pleaded.

"Whatever you say, Mommy."

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I roll over and unconsciously stretch, being woken up by the sound of light knocking at the door.

My sexy, mature, motherly body is draped all over my sexy son's studly form. My large, soft breasts are pressing down against his chest, as we snuggle tightly. Gosh he looks, smells and feels utterly intoxicating. I rest my cheek on his lower chest, my blonde hair tickling his pecs.

I feel a warmth spread through my body as I listen to his steady heartbeat and deep breaths, feeling so content in his arms.

I gently peck his chest with light kisses, moving up to his neck and jawline. His breath hitches, and I feel him stir under me. He opens his eyes and looks up at me with a sleepy smile. "Mommy," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust and affection.

I kiss him softly, once on the forehead, twice on the lips, before sliding off his body, my skin sticky from our shared sweat. I stand up, my legs wobbly from the intense love making last night. A dried trail of his semen has settled in my light, dirty blonde pubic hair.

"Good morning, darling," I whisper, my voice a sweet symphony of love and lust.

He yawns and stretches his arms over his head, his slender arms flexing. "Mhmmm."

I grab the edge of the bed and pull myself up, the cool morning air kissing my skin. I look down at him, his eyes half-closed, watching me with a lazy, contented smile. I straddle him, my thighs pressing into his abs, my pussy hovering over his morning wood. "Good morning," I say, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

I snuggle into him, my large breasts pressing into his back as my hands find their way around his waist. My legs entwine with his, and I press my pussy against his bony ass, feeling the warmth and comfort of his body against mine.

We lay there, nestled together, our naked bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. My breasts are smooshed against him, my nipples peaked from the slight chill in the room.

I have my arms wrapped my arms around him, my legs curling around his waist as I whisper sweet nothings into his ear. "Thank you for picking me to sleep with you last night, baby," I breathed, placing gentle kisses along the curve of his neck. "It was heavenly."

Joey's skin was salty from our intense love making, and I could smell the faint scent of sweat and sex in the air. It was exhilirating, a heady reminder of the passionate night we had shared. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, my hands coming to rest on his stomach as I gently gyrated my pussy against him . He felt so good, so right, that I never wanted to let go.

He nuzzled into my kisses. "It's always a pleasure, Mom," he says, his voice a low rumble.

But our moment of intimate bliss is shattered by the sound of another gentle knock at the door. We both let out a sigh of displeasure, our eyes locking with a silent understanding.

"You stay put, baby," I whisper, patting his firm chest. "I'll get that."

I slide out of bed, the soft carpet feeling heavenly on my bare feet. I wrap myself in the silk robe that's lying on the floor, the fabric clinging to my damp skin, though I don't bother to tie it, letting my breasts hang free and leaving my well-used crotch exposed. The scent of our love making still lingers in the room as I make my way to the door.

The door opens, revealing David's sheepish face. He looks at me, then at Joey in the bed, then back to me. His eyes dart down to my exposed breasts, his cheeks flushing a dark red.

"What do you want?" I ask, my tone sharp. The annoyance is clear in my voice as I tie the sash of my robe tighter, though not before noticing the bulge growing in his pants. Gosh, my husband was such a pervert.

David swallows hard, his gaze flicking back up to my face. "I'm sorry to, uh, interrupt," he stammers, his voice tight. "It's just, I need to talk to Joey about something."

"Couldn't it wait?" I ask, my voice icy, hands on my hips. "We were in the middle of something."

David's eyes widen slightly at my tone, and he gulps, his hand shifting nervously to cover the growing bulge in his pants. "It's just..." he starts, trailing off.

"What is it?" Joey calls from the bed, sitting up.

David clears his throat. "It's nothing important," he says, averting his gaze from my half-nude form. "I just..." He takes a deep breath, his hand still fidgeting with the fabric of his own bottoms.

I can see the desperation in his eyes. He's been so needy lately, always looking for a reason to interrupt our time together. "Fine," I say, cutting him off. "But make it quick. Joey's busy."

"Yeah Dad. Mommy and I were up pretty late last night, I think we fucked until 3 or 4 in the morning. So this better be important."

David's eyes dart to mine, and I give him a knowing look, my lips curling into a smug smile. Joey, innocent as always an naive to the tension, slides out of bed, his erect penis bobbing as he stands up. He's not even bothered to put on any underwear, letting his member sway freely as he walks over to us.

David's eyes bulge, and he stammers. "I-I-I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to say that breakfast is ready. and to thank you for... uh... for taking care of your mother."

Joey laughs, the sound deep and full of mischief. "No problem, Dad," he says, giving me a playful smack on the ass. "Someone's gotta be the man of the house, right?"

David's face reddens even more, and he coughs awkwardly. "Yes, well," he says, backing out of the room, "just come down when you're both... finished, no rush. Oh, and your older sister, Alex, called. She's planning to come visit in a few weeks."

Joey's eyes lit up at the mention of his older sister. "Really? That's great," he says, turning to me. "Maybe I should try hypnosis on her too."

I laugh, shaking my head. "I highly doubt it will work, but we'll see." I give him a wink, then shut the door, leaving David standing awkwardly in the hallway.

Turning back to Joey, I notice the hungry look in his eyes as he watches me. "You know, your loser father was right about one thing," I say, walking back over to the bed and letting the robe slip from my shoulders.

"What's that?" Joey asks, his gaze glued to my naked body.

"Breakfast is ready," I reply, smiling. "But I think we have a bit of time for a little... snack." I climb back into bed, straddling him once again.

Joey's grin widens as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me down onto his still hard cock. "Mm, I like the way you think, Mom," he purrs, as I begin bouncing on his cock.

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Alex’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her moans of pleasure growing louder with each thrust. Her long, tan legs were in the air, bent at the knees and held by Joey’s hands, her bare feet twitching with every push of his hips. Her clothes were discarded, revealing her perfectly toned abs and the little triangle of hair above her pussy. She was spread wide open, completely exposed to him.

Joey’s cock was a blur of motion, disappearing and reappearing with each stroke into her wet, eager cunt. His abs flexed as he worked, his breath coming out in short, sharp bursts. He leaned over her, his eyes locked on hers, his gaze intense and focused. "You like that, big sis?" he groaned, his voice thick with lust.

Alex could only nod, her eyes glazed over with lust as Joey's cock hammered into her pussy. She was so wet that each time he pulled out, her juices would spurt out and coat his shaft, making his subsequent thrusts even smoother. Her body was a canvas of ecstasy, her back arching with each stroke, her breasts bouncing with each smack of their bodies. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet, lewd noises that seemed to echo in the quiet house.

Her whimpers grew more frequent, turning into a constant stream of high-pitched cries that sounded eerily similar to a dog's whine.

"That's it, keep cumming for me, good girl."

Alex's hips bucked wildly as she rode out another orgasm, her pussy clamping down on Joey's cock like a vice. She threw her head back, her long hair fanning out behind her, and let out a keening whine that grew in volume until it filled the room. Joey grinned, his grip on her legs tightening as he watched her writhe beneath him, her body a symphony of pleasure.

"Is this better than your fiancé, sis?" he whispered in her ear, his voice low and smug.

Alex nodded, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted for air. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her expression a mask of pure, unbridled bliss. Each time Joey's cock slammed into her, her body quivered and she let out a high-pitched squeal. It was a sound that was half pleasure, half pain, and entirely erotic.

“Take it off," Joey grunted, his voice harsh and commanding. "Take off that fucking ring."

Alex's hand flew to her finger, her movements clumsy with desire as she managed to fumble the ring off. She tossed it aside without a second thought, the sound of it landing on the floor lost in the bliss of their lovemaking.

"Thank me," he demanded, his strokes growing more forceful.

"Thank you," she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Thank you for ending my stupid marriage."

Joey's smile grew as he watched her shiver beneath him. His hips continued their relentless rhythm. "Now, tell me what you're going to do for me."

Alex's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. "Anything," she whimpered. "I'll move back home, quit my job... I'll serve you alongside Mom and Grace."

I smiled, as Grace’s tongue worked away at my pussy.