I don’t know what time we went to sleep.
The last thing I remembered was passing out after my orgasm and Summer collapsing in top of me.
Somehow though when I woke in the middle of the night was finding both girls in bed with me cuddled against me and a blanket on top of me.
Just in pure bliss all night.
When we woke to the morning we could smell the alluring smell of fresh cooking…..mom’s cooking.
Kelly shot up completely forgetting that they would be back and that I still fucking tied up that she quickly put on her pj’s and bolted downstairs.
Summer groaned as the whole event happened and looked at me, “She excited.”
I nodded, “Mom’s cooking usually does that.”
Summer groaned again but she sat up and yawned and stretched. After which she said, “Fuck I can still sleep after last night.”
I smiled at her, “So am I in the clear?”
Summer looked at me and smiled. She leaned in and kissed me full tongue. She reached under the blanket to be greeted by my morning wood.
She broke the kiss rolled over and straddled me. She smiled at me and said, “Oh yeah we’re good.”
I smiled, “No more supplements?”
She smiled, “Not in that much excess no. But you will still be taking supplements.”
With that she guided my morning wood to her opening and lowered herself down. She lowly groaned, “Fuck that feels good.”
Summer got a couple of strokes on her before we heard a female voice, “Come down kids I have breakfast cooking.” Quickly followed by a male voice, “Before Kelly eats it all.”
Obviously my parents.
Summer flopped down and sighed, “Fuck. That’s a sex killer.”
She looked up at me with my dick still in her, “Might as well Go down and face the music.”
She got up slowly letting me exit her before she lowered her head down at my lower head and kissed the head whispering, “I’ll come back for you I promise.”
Summer got up and walked over to her bags. She bent down and started rifling through them until she found what she was looking for…a tank top and short sweats.
She put the clothing on and was about to walk passed me until I cleared my throat.
She looked at me and realized I was still tied up.
This bitch was about to leave my ass tied up in Kelly’s bed with my shit flapping in the wind for anyone, mainly my parents, to walk in and see. Really doubt my mom or dad wants to see my flag pole.
She laughed and said, “Shit sorry I forgot.” I heard her mumble, “That explains why you didn’t wrap your arm around me last night….or move at all.”
She bent down and untied me before hopping up, “See you down there.”
And off she went.
I in the meantime put on the clothes that the girls ripped off me last night that was next to the door and put them on.
As much as I wanted food I needed to answer a different call first….I needed to pee.
I walked into the bathroom and did my business before I went down stairs.
I walked downstairs to be greeted by a woman who stood 5′ nothing, weighed in the 110lb range, had long thick light red hair down past her rear, curves in all the right places that should be on a doll especially with her milky white skin. And impossibly intoxicating light green eyes.
That person being my mom Sarah Michaels.
If you were to compare the girls to my mother, which I don’t. My mother would be goddess level looks and physique whereas the girls were in the gorgeous category. Like my mother was Miss Universe and the girls were the runners up.
And why not my mom, like Kelly, had been working on her body for the better part of 17 years. Even when our sisters tried to destroy my mother’s body it just snapped back to where it was or more so. Granted I think my mother was using something that she wasn’t telling either myself or Kelly to get her goddess level looks and body….or at least not telling us everything she was doing.
One could argue that because my mom was so small she was probably another reason why I loved small girls though I tried to ignore that fact. Like I didn’t want to agree with Oedipus or admit I had a little bit of an affection for my mother other than simple motherly love.
But my mom and I are complete polar opposites from one another. My mom was completely short and skinny. I was tall and skinny. She had light thick red hair. I had short light brown hair. Her complexion was milky white. Mine was more olive. Her eyes were light green. Mine were more hazel than anything else.
I think the only thing I got from my mom was the skinny, possible close eye color, her petite nose, and her oval face. I think the rest I got from my biological father….wherever that no good sperm running donor was.
The only thing I have of my father is a couple of photos and a name Victor Newman.
Then the man sitting at the dining table where Kelly and Summer were quietly devouring their plates loaded of food stood roughly 5’9″, weighed in the 200lb range, has a muscular frame. Not stupid muscular or body building frame. Just enough muscle to notice that he kept in shape. Had short brown hair that was combed over on the top and nearly shaved on the sides. Though I wasn’t looking at him I knew he had blue eyes. And to top it off he had a long beard that touched his chest with a light flickering of grey hairs here and there but you had to look for them.
That man was my step father, and only person I saw as my actual father, Jason Michaels.
At least Kelly and her dad shared a lot of commonalities to where it was easy to tell they were father and daughter compared to my mom and me.
Hell my mom and Kelly have a lot more in common body wise compared to me and my mother. They were both skinny. Both have ivory white glowing skin though Kelly’s was a little tanned naturally. Both have amazing curves and amazing bodies. And yes both are well endowed in the chest area.
Don’t ask if my mom’s breasts are fake I have no idea.
My mother saw me and instantly ran up and hugged me pressing her amazing body into me saying, “There’s my baby boy. God how I have missed you.”
Though I had to bend down to accept my mother’s hug so she didn’t have to jump so high.
I laughed and said, “You too mom.”
She smiled at me and whispered before we broke our hug, “We need to talk fool.”
My face changed but my mom just winked at me as she stepped away.
My mom spoke like nothing was wrong, “Get yourself a plate. I made eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, and oatmeal. There’s some juice I think.” She looked over at Kelly, “If Kelly didn’t hog it all.”
I looked at her, “Coffee?”
My dad held up his mug, “Sorry this was the last of it.”
He turned in his chair to address my mom, “Though I thought there was more than that before we left.”
Kelly spoke through a mouth full of food, “Sorry I needed coffee.”
My dad looked at Kelly before shrugging.
I groaned. I could have used coffee after my night.
My mom spoke, “Don’t worry I’ll pick up some on our way home from the spa.”
I looked at her with my eyebrow raised, “Spa?”
She smiled, “Yeah I booked a spa treatment this afternoon for you, me, Kelly,” she turned her attention to Summer, “and you of course. If you don’t mind Summer?”
All of us murmured ‘That’s fine’.
Looks like now we knew when that ‘talk’ was going to happen.
My mom smiled, “Great. Now eat eat.”
My mom literally handed me a plate and started loading it for me.
It was obvious that mom was excited about something.
With my plate stacked and a glass of whatever milk was left my mom pushed me to the dining table.
All of us sat. Kelly had already demolished her plate and was now leaning back lightly padding her stomach.
Summer was slowly eating her food.
Dad was lightly sipping at his coffee.
And mom was bouncing in her chair.
She spoke, “Kids we have some fantastic news.”
I looked up from my food, “Oh?”
My dad coughed into his hand before he spoke, “Yes we will be adding a second studio to our premises.”
My mom had an ear to ear grin, “Isn’t that amazing?”
I looked at them and said, “How are we doing this?”
Mom was jumping up and down in her seat with her huge ass smile, “Muschi. They not only renewed our contract as our sponsors they also increased it to a ridiculous amount.”
Well that explains why mom is ecstatic. Whenever mom gets a big check from any of our sponsors she goes stupid thinking of all the ways to spend it.
That’s where my dad comes in; he handles all the money that comes in. He usually invests the money, pays bills, gives us kids allowances, all that jazz. He reels her in from making stupid purchases….usually. He can’t watch her 24/7.
Kelly spoke, “How much are we talking?”
My dad coughed again, “Enough to where we have the second studio your mom and I maintain in town and have it moved here. And leave it at that.”
Typical dad being as vague as possible. Especially about their ‘other’ channels and other mysterious revenue that comes in.
I knew mom and dad had a channel(s) that they maintained in town that they kept separate from our current studio at home and the ‘normal’ channels we did here.
I may or may not have accidentally stumbled across my mom’s OTHER channel a few years back and it explained the rest of our ‘AMENITIES’ or lifestyle.
I don’t think Kelly or the other girls knew about mom and dad’s extra channels. And I sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell them.
I really didn’t feel like explaining to Kelly about their other channels let alone how I knew.
My mom knew that I knew about her channels because when I accidentally stumbled upon it about 2 years ago, I blamed my buddy who I don’t talk to anymore for finding it, thanks to my buddy I found my mom’s channel called ‘Sweet Angel’ along with her other accounts. Mom was a fucking adult cam star. I quickly confronted my mom….after I kicked my buddy for showing me that.
Let me tell you there’s not enough alcohol for me to unsee my mom’s naked body.
I don’t think even Oedipus would willingly fuck his mom let alone willingly look at her naked body if he knew she was his mom. Hence why Oedipus stabbed out his own eyes to unsee what he saw…..though I’m sure his dreams became nightmares once he knew the truth. I sympathized with Oedipus.
If there was a way for me to unsee what I saw safely I would fucking do it in a heartbeat.
She just explained that we wouldn’t have what we have if she didn’t do it. We wouldn’t have nearly half the stuff we do.
Granted she wasn’t lying saying that she had to create it because we were starting to have money issues with the new house and studio and remodeling the house. Mom said that her and dad bit off more than they could chew thinking their current income was enough to do everything…. they were wrong. That’s when they started fighting…..a lot.
I vaguely remembered that. Also I remembered waking up early in the middle of the night to hear mom and dad brainstorming how they were going to get out of this hole that they themselves created.
Then mysterious they stopped fighting about 5 years ago, at the time when I found out, is when the channel was created in order to combat those money issues. Mom and dad were gone….a lot working their new creation….whatever it was at that time.
Took mom and dad about a year to build what they said were a multiple of the channels and doing other things. I only know my mom said they had started diversifying putting their fingers in different pots.
Then about a year and half after that is when our money issues slowly started to go away.
Somehow whatever mom and dad did they started seeing cash flow coming their way. I only know that is one moment my parents were completely stressed the fuck out and the next they were relaxed.
Suddenly my parents were able to make more and more payments to where they eventually caught up and the remodel started happening faster and faster.
I had to agree and accept my mom’s admittance and promise to not tell the kiddos and Kelly anything I found. After that I pretty much stayed clear of certain adult sites in case I accidentally stumbled across another naked photo or my mom….or something worse…..a video.
I shivered at the thought.
The next day after our nice long conversation of my mom’s extra curricular activities and I promised my mom I wouldn’t tell anyone my mom surprised me with a new car and a check for $5,000. Otherwise known as hush money.
Dad was pissed when she did this but told him that I knew and he quickly changed his tune. He even took care of the insurance and payments.
Dad eyed me as he spoke about how much we got making sure I wouldn’t say shit. I quietly gave him a small quick nod to confirm I hadn’t.
He smiled once he saw that.
If only he knew what I had been doing to his daughter, to Kelly, then he’d probably kick my ass. Or he’d probably be receptive to it if he was ok letting a metric fuck ton of guys see his naked wife. Honestly I had no idea other than it’s probably not good.
Jesus this family has WAY too many secrets.
I wonder if we could start our own soap opera and call it ‘Living with the Michaels’. We’d probably get banned quick once they find out about Kelly and I. But with all the other sick and twisted show’s we might be number 1 in the ratings for all I knew.
I’m surprised my ass isn’t in therapy. Fuck if any of this goes sideways I probably will need a therapist to help fix my psyche with everything.
I needed to change my thinking, “So when is that happening?”
My dad coughed again, “Probably next week. I’ll go to the city and county to see if I can purchase the land next to us and start that process. I’ll probably start that maybe tomorrow or something.”
Kelly nodded, “That’s cool.”
I finished my plate. I needed coffee if I’m going to deal with any of this crap.
Especially if I was going to have an unpleasant talk with my mother about MY extra curricular activities….which is rich coming from my mother.
Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
Yet, why was I still afraid?
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So when do we get the next part? This just keeps getting better.