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Fitness Model Moms

Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female Domination, Female/Female, First Time, Group Sex, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male / Female, Threesome, Virginity, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

couldn't put their finger on it. Everything was great until a game of Twister shortly before Christmas. "Go Aaron. Your turn, sweetie," his mother, Stacey said. The two sons were having trouble concentrating. Their mothers were wearing their standard tight pajamas shorts and tank tops. But that wasn’t as big a deal as the position Stacey and Trish were locked into on the Twister mat. They were propping themselves up on their hands and feet, their legs entwined, their crotches right up against each other's. "Uh, my stomach," Bennet spoke up. "Yeah, indigestion," Aaron finished his thought. The boys quickly excused themselves, leaving their aunts in a provocative position. Trish sighed, watching them leave. "Do we keep playing?" Stacey said nothing; she stared at Trish, and slowly gyrated her hips so her crotch would slide against her sister's. "Well?" Trish turned to her. "One of us has to win," Stacey said. "Yeah?" "Mmhmm," she winked at Trish, slowly rubbing against her, knowing exactly how this looked. "Stacey," Trish shook her head. "What?" She kept grinding against Trish. "Someone has to win." "Yeah but," Stacey smiled, her eyes locked on Trish. Trish stared right back, letting Stacey grind her pajama shorts covered pussy against her own. After a few intense seconds, Trish broke the position, falling to the mat, "Fine. You win." Stacey laughed, pouncing on her sister, squatting, lifting Trish over her shoulder and taking her to her bedroom. Stacey slammed Trish on the ... bed, climbing on top of her, Trish's legs wrapping around Stacey's waist. "I haven't slept with you in a long time," Stacey said, kissing Trish's cheek. "I know. You've been sleeping with my son." "And you've been sleeping with mine," Stacey kissed Trish's mouth fairly hard. "Mmmph," Trish tried to speak. "Get off me," she said when Stacey ended the kiss. "Fine," Stacey rolled over, taking Trish with her. Trish was now straddling her. "How is it going, by the way?" Trish asked. "Ok, I guess. I've been giving him pecks here and there. He seems to feel a little more comfortable around his secret crush," Stacey winked. "Uh huh. So you're positive they have crushes on their aunts?" "Yep." Trish slid off Stacey, resting her head on Stacey's shoulder. "They aren't as afraid anymore. They've been more talkative, going on about classes, games and so on. They seem a bit more comfortable around women, us." "It sucks that we can't be here for New Year's though," Stacey said. "We'll be in Hawaii, so that'll be nice," Trish said of their upcoming shoot. "I'll miss our boys." "We'll have a boy there with us," Stacey said, referring to their coworker Ulysses. "True," Trish pulled Stacey's tank top up, revealing her washboard stomach. She peppered it with kisses, similar to how she's done to Ulysses in the past. "Mmm, yeah baby," Stacey said, lowering her voice as if she were Ulysses. "Now go lower." "Ha, you're silly," Trish resumed lying against her, this time rubbing Stacey's tummy. "I don't ...