She pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her bald pussy. Bringing my hand under her leg, she led it to her juicy honey-pot. Mom smiled when Rachel groaned as my fingers sunk into my aunt’s pussy. She slid back, elevating her pelvis so the display would be even more erotic. Covering her wanton exhibition with her napkin, she snaked her hand back to my cock.
She continued to stroke my concealed, hard staff while we waited for Lisa’s return. It wasn’t long before we saw her bringing our entrees. My eyes locked onto her firm, braless tits pressed against her tight blouse. Her hard nipples were engorged and poked out the sheer material, anticipating another sexy presentation. After setting Mom’s dish down, she reached over with Rachel’s when she looked down to see my aunt’s covered groin. “Pepper, Rachel?” she begged.
“Please, Lisa,” Rachel smirked when Lisa leaned over with the pepper shaker, mashing her soft tit against my shoulder. As soon as she started to grind, my aunt removed the napkin, displaying her smooth, slick pussy with my fingers lodged in deep. I pulled out and shoved back in while Lisa stared at our incestuous display. Her breathing was rapid while she unknowingly ground pepper faster.
“Enough, Lisa. Sam needs his plate served.” Lisa stopped grinding and slowly backed up to retrieve my plate. Once it was on the table, Rachel demanded, “He’d like some grated cheese.”
When Lisa leaned over to shave the block of cheese, Rachel yanked the napkin off my hard cock. Lisa stopped working, her eyes locking onto Rachel’s petite hand pumping up and down my erect prick. When my aunt twisted my mushroom-shaped head, precum oozed out my slit. Her skilled hand coated my crown with my slick juices. Lisa’s eyes widened more than I’d ever seen while she watched our erotic act. She slowly grated more cheese while Rachel made a scene with my upright pole.
Afraid of Lisa covering my plate with an inch of cheese, Rachel threw the napkin back on my crotch and said, “Thanks, Lisa. That’s more than enough cheese.”
Lost for words, Lisa turned and walked away. I wondered if she went to the backroom to satisfy herself. Rachel grabbed her panties from between us, wrapped them on top of my cock, and accelerated her stroking. It didn’t long to fill her silky underwear with a load of cum. Placing her soiled undies on the seat, she slid my fingers out to lower her skirt back in position. I pulled my shorts and pants up, and we laughed while eating our peppery and cheese entrees.
Lisa’s face was still flushed when she brought the check. Mom laid down enough cash with a larger-than-normal tip before she and Rachel left for the door. As expected, Lisa swept in as soon as the ladies were away from me.
Standing face-to-face, she picked up the money and said, “Thanks so much, but I feel guilty. I should be the one tipping for the wonderful show.” She smiled and moved her leg between mine, pressing her upper thigh against my cock. Leaning close enough to smash her covered breasts into my chest, she whispered, “So, do you prefer hairy or bald?”
I whispered back, “Like they say, bushy is best.”
Inhaling a deep breath, she replied, “We have the same tastes, although your aunt could change my mind.”
Before she could back off, I grabbed her hand and placed Rachel’s soaked panties in her palm. “My poor aunt had to clean up the mess I made. Sorry, it’s a little sticky.”
On my way out, I didn’t have to look back to know she was in our booth, relieving herself.
*****
After two more visits with Monica, she asked me to bring Mom to meet her daughter. Mom had offered to babysit, and Monica wanted to take her up on the offer but not before she was sure Mom was the right fit. Mom was eager to help out and dressed like a first-grade school teacher. Mom switched to mother mode, and Monica was impressed by how well she worked with her daughter.
On Thursday, Monica asked Mom to stay with her over the weekend, starting on Friday night. She could stay in the guest room while she ascertained Mom knew all the routines Monica had set up for Camila. Mom agreed, and they decided I would not visit so they could concentrate on their training. Dropping Mom off, I made my way back home for some quiet time on the weekend.
After eating a light dinner, I showered, and when I stepped into the bedroom, I heard sounds coming from the closet. I froze, not knowing if an intruder had entered the house. Not long after, I heard Rachel yelp, “Hey, Sam. Look what I found in here.”
She strolled out of the closet cloaked in Mom’s short, pink nightie. It barely covered Mom’s panties, but my sexy aunt was nude underneath. I dropped my towel, and my prick rose at the erotic sight. Memories of Mom flashed before me when she wanted me to feel her thighs under the pretense of checking for cellulite. My prick quickly ballooned to full size.
My prick bobbed up and down while I paraded over to hug her. Holding her tight, I passionately kissed her. My hand sought out her bald pussy, barely covered by the short nightie. Her slit was already wet, anticipating what might occur when she heard me in the shower.
Not wanting to spoil her expectations, I lowered her to the bed while my cock entered her slick slot. Once my body melded with hers, my cock was buried to the hilt. Keeping my lips locked on hers, I pumped her horny pussy, providing her the attention she craved. Her eyes filled with lust while we furiously fucked. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her tight, squashing her fat tits against my chest. We released our mouths to breathe in deep. Knowing the first orgasm would approach fast, we didn’t slow down to make it last. Her hips humped up while I thrust into her depths.
Feeling my shaft thickening, she wrapped her legs around me to pull me in deeply. Two squirts of cum had already erupted from my prick before her walls clamped down, signaling her orgasm. Her cavern sloshed while I filled her with a day’s worth of sperm-laden cum. We both groaned through our incestuous liaison. Her legs unwrapped and fell to the bed as my body relaxed on top of her slick body. We were silent, enjoying the post-coital bliss.
She was the first to speak. “Wow, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say this nightie has some history with you.”