Why?!

Still wet, the only towel taken, you allowed yourself to finally step out of the shower stall, onto the bathmat and tried not to slip on the tile floor you padded on it. All while you were holding your hands in front of a dick that could not feel like being a cock.

But Lilith, in her shoes, pants and whatever she was wearing under her coat, stood in your way. No, she wasn't forgiving. Not you.

"Will you move?" you felt too physically and emotionally naked to command. All you could manage was to request.

The busty daughter of the woman you had been fucking hesitated. But she did step aside. Barely. She was daring you to just try and touch her. She had a big bust.

You squeezed by her and go to the guest room, next door. She followed -- To stand in that doorway. Then was when she decided to say something. "Why? Why, Mom? His looks isn't all that great."

("Hey!") you thought. But you didn't want to argue. You wanted to get dressed and get the fuck out of there!

"His wiener is average, at best." She had been, cringe, looking at your junk. "He doesn't give off any sexual charge. He can't be much of a fuck; he's only did it, what, two times he said. With one stupid girl." She was determined to take her **** out on you.

"Why him?" Mrs. Rydell asked herself. Was she going to come down on you, too?! "At the moment I can't think of why I wanted him."

That was the blow that really hurt! After what you had done together, the cums you both had had. You appealed to her. "Can't you?"

"Hmm...." Looking around her larger daughter, you saw her expression changed. She blushed, turned away, but then looked back at you again. She was trying to keep a guilty smile from showing. "Mmm...." It was a sexual sound.

Lilith looked at her, "Mother! What are you thinking!?"

"Oh...!" She moaned and began to fidget where she stood. "I don't want to say. It's just, just. No, I can't tell you." Her face grew redder.

"Tell me, please!" your ego wanted to know.

Eve bit her lip before saying, "****."

"In.... That makes no sense!" Lilith told her.

"It was a game," she sought to excuse herself. "A game I couldn't play with your dad. I was John's mom. And he was...." She looked at you again, straight into your eyes, and became unfocused. "John reminds me of the son I never had."

"Mom..., you need a psychologist."

By this time, you were dressed, with them clinging to your damp body, and could leave. Once the two weren't blocking the hall. "That's what happened," you said, trying to push your way through.

"Don't touch me!" Lilith told you.

"John would be your brother. You always wanted a brother, Lilith."

"Not him!"

Without really thinking, you said what you hoped could end further put-downs, so they would get out of your way. "You can't choose your brother, can you!?"

"No!" she admitted in a pained voice.

"John, wait for me," Mom-Eve told you. "Let me get dressed. I'll drive you back."

"Mom, are you--"

"He lives in my school district -- In the city!" She told her, heading for the master bedroom. "And it's too late for him to be out by himself. And without transport!"

"****!" Lilith snorted, crossing her arms, believing her mom wanted to continue with her sex game.

"You could drive him," her and 'your' mom suggested.

"You wouldn't. ...Would you?" you said with a sinking feeling.

"I don't know how to answer that," Lilith said.

"Just do what your little brother wants," Mom told her. You got a weird feeling on hearing "little brother" It reminded you of when Selena and Lakeesha had played their sex game.

Lilith gurgled as she, exasperated, gave in. "Okay! I'll do it. It's better than '****'."

"Is it?" Mom said, coming out with her buttoning her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and maybe not even any panties, either. "You admit you've had sex with boys."

"Not boys," she made it sound like an insult.

"Try it with boys. Try it with your little brother."