1. The New House


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Written by women, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    for no apparent reason as I pulled my own tee shirt over my head, and tossed it to the side. ""Oh Nancy" mom said looking at my naked body " I remember when I used to look like that" " Mom, don't be stupid, you're still a beautiful woman, anyone can see that" I replied Mom head kind of wobbled a bit and she cupped bout her breasts "They're starting the trip south, " which started us both laughing again "and it ain't a short vacation trip either" She feel back on the bed laughing. "Come on" I said grabbing her hands and pulling her to her feet. She stumbled against me and a shock of electricity went through my body as I felt her nipples press against mine. It was only for a moment but I could feel my nipples hardening and see them pressing out through the thin fabric of my own nightgown. "Geeeeez" I thought to myself, I must really really need Dave's attention" "Cummon" Mom said "I think there was still some tequila left" and she stumbled out into the hallway and barely made it down the stairs. I heard her go into the living room and figured, what the hell, turned to our dresser and dug out our bong. Dave and I love getting high and making love, so it was always ready, and, damn it, I WAS going to christen the house when he got home. Lighting the bong I inhaled a deep lungful and held it as long as I could before letting it out with a whoosh. Another deep intake and another rush of smoke from my lungs and I was feeling the effects already. I love the feeling; my skin tingles ...
    and I get all warm and fuzzy when I'm loaded. There's nothing like being touched and caressed when I'm in this condition, and I never never seem to get tired of making love. Now if only Dave was home… I lit the bong again, inhaled, and looked up to see Mom standing in the doorway, with a grin on her face. "Ohhhhhh, I thought I taught you better, you're supposed to share" she started into the room, tripped on her own feet and landed face down on the bed. Obviously we both thought that was way too funny for words and laughed so hard that tears were streaming down our faces. She managed to turn over and sit up, her nightgown riding way up her thighs, exposing her well-trimmed bush, reached over and grabbed the pipe. "Fire it up" she said, and I lit the bong as she held it to her mouth. "I never knew you smoked Mom," I said. She just looked at me and giggled. "What do you think your Dad and I did in college? Study??" she nearly choked on the smoke as she said that, but quickly took another big toke. Two tokes later, we were both somewhere in another land mentally. I managed somehow to get the pipe and put it on the bedstead next to the bed, then fell back onto the mattress next to Mom. We giggled and joked some more but I have no idea what we were talking about. The wine and tequila and dope had totally wasted me, and from the way Mom's voice was slurring and the incoherent things she was saying, I knew she was in even worse shape. "Bedtime for me" I muttered, and she responded ...
«1...345...89»