Meanwhile, the other members of the family

It had been about... about three years since you were dating, when a night, after both of you got tipsy and he brought you home like a gentleman, instead of simply departing, you looked in each other's eyes and found yourself ready. Not for the complete act, though: they were different times, sex before marriage was unthinkable if not for wicked, irresponsible guys, and neither of you would ever have defined themselves as such. Nevertheless, you laid Robert down, unfastened his belt, revealed his semi-erect manhood and, hesitantly, with the complicity of eager glances, you blew him. It was so embarrassing at the beginning, you couldn't comprehend how such a depraved and unnatural action, plus not really that complex, could ever entertain a boy; but hearing Robert's moans of pleasure gave you the resoluteness needed. And, you guessed, you weren't that bad, or he hadn't high standards. You didn't talk for the next week, ashamed of each other's reaction, and never did that again. Well, almost never. And that was your first, intimate blowjob.

-Aahm!-.

You swallow, greedily sucking up and down while stroking the other dick with your left hand.

-Munch, uhm, gromp!- You release guttural sounds to amuse the two workers, who react exactly as you were expecting.

-Oh M-Madame I'm close!-.

You free your mouth with a pop and lick your lips, fully drenched with precum: -Wait, let me save this dress!-. You strip down and resume your performance, this time with the knowledge that it won't take much anymore. Finally, the two cocks erupt simultaneously, swamping your fingers and sullying your face and chest, while they cry in pleasure, completely drained.

-Mmm... you taste nice...-.

You get up while they're still recovering, smearing the stains all over your skin. They watch bemused and enchanted by such naughtiness.

-It's good for the epidermis. You should try boys.-.

-Uh, we, uh...-.

-Relax, just kidding!- You giggle, waiting for them to put the tools back in their pants.

-So, about that deadline...- You purr: -Are you really sure you can't expedite a bit? I really need this house to be finished within this weekend...~.

They set a decision with a single glance, and the one whose dick you've sucked replies: -Well, Madame, I guess we could call other boys to help.-.

-Splendid!- You rejoice, his cum still dripping down your chin.

-But...-.

You frown.

-...they have to be paid too, and I'm not sure we can't afford it; what do you say, pal?-.

-I'm afraid it is the case.- The other confirms with a smirk: -But they would surely need, ah, remuneration.-.

-Oh, if it's just that!- You cheer up: -It'll be my duty to give them the proper recompense! But... do you think they will agree?-.

-I... We will try to persuade them.-.

-Awesome!- You "impulsively" hug him, soiling him with his own cum. He yelps helplessly and you keep playing dumb: after all, you introduced yourself to them as the slutty estate agent with more boobs than brain, and you don't see why you should drop the farce right now. As a good measure, however, you spit a piece of goo inside his ear.

-Well guys, I gotta go or my kids will get hungry!- You quickly redress, not giving them the chance to wonder how you are suddenly clean, and jump on your car. While you're driving, still giggling for the oral intercourse you had, you sort your thoughts.

"Tom was acting strangely yesterday. I'd put my bet that he was hiding something... plus, Cindy went away very soon... my, my, Kim, have you already broken our rules?".

-I'm a bad girl mommy.- You chirp using her pinch, getting hot at the mere sound: -I think I'm so clever, but I'm just a naughty, naughty girl.-.

"And Tina? The way she smiled, something happened with her too.".

-I'm sorry mommy, please don't punish me!- You're now talking with your youngest's voice: -My heart was with you, but my little pussy needed so bad to be filled!-.

You meet your own eyes in the rearview mirror, admiring your excitement in their restless winking.

-Don't worry girls.- You answer, keeping the act: -Mommy understands you. Mommy loves you. Indeed, mommy is going to be bad too pretty soon.-.

You park in front of your house, swaying your hips and sensually clapping your high heels while you're crossing the garden. You feel the tight fabric of your dress clench as you slightly bend in a sexy pose. You still can't believe that this glorious, milf body is all yours.

"Mom, you were such a lucky woman! You just had to enjoy your life more... now I'll do that for you~".

-Thanks Tom, I know you will.- You pretend to answer, feeling moist once again.

"I'm getting aroused, but sadly hubby dear is working..." Thereby, you take your phone and digit a number.

-Hi Thomas! Yes, it's me. How is the lady? Mh-mh, glad to hear that. Listen, are you free this afternoon? There are still some practices that need to be refined...-.

"Dude, you're really off these days. Maybe cinema will wake you up, I'll take you at three." That's what Jeremy said before departing; and, since Kim left you stranded again, you have plenty of time to think about it.

Maybe he's right. You really need a break, moreover since your resolve of yesterday to stay out of, of that, turned out to be vain thanks to your sister and Cindy. Cindy... oh God, you should really apologize to her and beg she won't report you to the police. But you don't want to think about it now, and not even about your family. You want to be able to think about anything else, to be bored by your Uni lessons, to discuss with your friends about the last Marvel movie or horror game, to even complain about Kim's bitchiness. You've always wished for this life, but it was solely that, a fantasy; and now that you have it, you miss old days, even if they were hard. You miss your old family, your real family.

"Real? Why did I use that...".

-Hey look out!-.

You freeze, taken aback by that sudden burst. Looking down, you see you've almost collided with some short, ginger-haired girl, right in the middle of the park. You mumble your excuses and she just sulks angrily and a bit in pain, but then you have the impression you've already seen her somewhere.

-Aren't you in my sister's class?-.

-Your sister?- Then she widens her eyes and snorts: -Oh, you're that slut's brother! Great, like seeing her every day isn't already stifling!-.

With just that phrase, she has beaten Kim in hideousness.

-Don't talk about Tina like that.- You cross your arms: -And she has talked to me about you too, Melissa.-.

-Yeah?- She doesn't lose her cockiness, on the contrary: -She is a liar too. And it's not my fault if she is a slut. Maybe she doesn't tell her sweet brother, but if she doesn't want to pass for that she shouldn't dress like one, just to start.-.

-What are you talking about?- You remember vividly, how could you not, what she was wearing these mornings: only to your depravity she was "sexy", otherwise you would have defined her just "cute". Those two summer dresses of today and yesterday were far from being slutty, that's for sure; nor she had space to bring a change of clothes in her backpack.

-Either you're blind or stupid, or she changes after she's out. I don't care. I swear that if she tempts my boyfriend again flaunting her shitty crops she won't get away with it!-.

-My sister would never...-.

-She does.- She retorts: -No idea what came to her this week, but warn her I'll spread around the lesbian shits she does with her so-called "friend"!-.

-What? She's not...- You would like to continue, but you don't even know if you're telling the truth by now.

-What friend? How do you know that?-.

-Oh, please!- She tosses a red curl behind her shoulder: -I knew from Kendall that has known from her brother that has known from his girlfriend that she and that rich bitch were kissing yesterday evening, where anyone could see them!-.

The rich bitch... is she supposed to be Heather? No way, that's impossible! Even... even after what she's done with you, Tina would never... not with her! Besides, Heather is a devoted Christian!

-You're lying.-.

-Fuck off. Hah!- She smirks with a taunting tone: -So Goldilocks isn't honest with her family! Good to know. Feel free not to believe me, I don't care.-.

Before you can answer, though, the horn of a car makes you turn.

-Hey!- A young woman you've never seen before is waving her hand at you, leaning out of the window. She's on a blue Peugeot relatively expensive looking.

-Tom! Is that you right? I'm a friend of your sister Kim!-.

-Oh goddam!- Exclaims Melissa.

-Need a ride for you and your friend?-.

-I'm not his friend! I'm leaving!- And she does. You falter for some seconds, still confused by the rapid succession of events, then you decide she doesn't seem a dangerous person and you come closer. She has long black hair gathered in a ponytail and a bright shiny smile.

-Jump on, I'm blocking the traffic.- She gently scolds you. You comply, sitting in the cozy back seat.

-Ah'm Sally, Sally McBride.- She turns around and holds out her hand. It's only now that you see, clad in a purple silk blouse, the largest breast you've ever seen! They're even fainly bigger than your mother's!

You hope she hasn't noticed your lingering and you shake her hand: -Tom Harris. How come you know Kim?-.

-She was looking fo' employment.- She answers while driving: -She came to our company and we talked, that was... duh, a month ago?-.

Kim? Weird. You didn't think she was already looking for a job. And she has talked about you with her?

"I really don't know them pretty much, uh?".

-Riding red, I'll take a minute.- She announces as she stops at the gas station near your house. You follow her busty form getting out, only to lower your visage when she almost catches you. Then, you discern something laying under your sit. You bend over and grab... a pair of panties?!?

You instantly drop them and check she hasn't noticed, then you examine them. Dark pink, large for a bubbly butt, s-gulp-stretching, and very similar to a thong. While you're rummaging with them, you feel some damp spots and you jerk. Could it be...? You stealthy sniff them, recognizing a scent you are irretrievably getting used to. S-She had sex here?! Where you're sitting now?!

The door opens and you conceal them behind you, doing your best not to look nervous. It must be a mistake, a misunderstanding! Or a forgetfulness, at the most. Seeing you pale, she smiles again: -You cool? I promise I'm not setting a trap or something like that!-. Obviously, your look is again seized by her prosperous breasts, helplessly swinging due to her protracted position. M-Must be another inattention.

You furiously nod and she eventually drives you back. She must have had a close acquaintance with your sister if she told her where she lives too. Or maybe she has read it on some form? Either way, you need to get out.

-Thanks for the lift.- You hurry to say.

-Say hi to Kim!-.

You basically run to the front door, pausing to control she's gone. You sigh in relief, then look at your hand: you are still holding those panties. Damn! It wasn't intentional! You only hope she won't remember, if she has really forgotten them. You have **** but to hide them in your pocket, then you go in.