#kitchen sex
I’d gotten her the robe as a joke, I swear.
But when she wore it the next morning and cooked breakfast in it, it suddenly wasn’t a joke.
Especially when she bent over to get a sheet pan from the drawer under the oven and i saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I saw a very cute pussy peeking out from between her thighs and stared at it. For quite a few minutes, it turned out.
I was only distracted away from her pussy when she spread her feet apart so she could see me between her legs. “See anything you like, Matt?”
Busted was all I could think as I looked at my sister’s smirking face. Then she pulled the robe the rest of the way up to her waist fully exposing her ass and wiggled it. All of a sudden the fact that I was living in an apartment at college with my sister and nobody else took on a whole new dimension.
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My niece walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and asked, “Want something to eat?”
It sounded perfectly innocent, true. But her outfit and the way she looked at me from under her hair told me what she was actually offering.
So I grabbed her and lifted her onto the counter and took what she was offering.
Only after closing the refrigerator door, of course. Mustn’t waste electricity of course - it’s only polite. *wink*
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I was sitting on the deck enjoying a beer. She came out the back door and called out to me. “It’s time to eat.”
I looked over at her and smirked. She looked tasty but I knew she wasn’t on the menu…just yet. But I still had to tease her. “Eat what?”
She blushed and said, “Later for that, Pop,” then turned and wiggled her ass at me as she went back inside.
There was a nice spread on the table inside and my son grinned at me as I followed Nancy’s twitching ass to the table and sat down.
Some time later, I groaned as I pushed back from the table. “That was good but now I’m full.”
Nancy pouted. “Too full for dessert?”
I chuckled as my son said, “You know Pop - give him ten minutes and he’ll be ready for dessert.”
Ten minutes later, right on time, Nancy had cleared the table and had sat down on the table right in front of me. “Dessert time!” she said firmly.
I grinned and gave her a kiss then pushed the shoulder straps of her outfit down and got started on dessert.
By the time dessert was done, her outfit was discarded on the floor, she was covered in hickies, and both my son and I had fucked his wife to several good orgasms each. As I sat down from the last knee-trembling orgasm I’d spurted into her pussy, she stretched sinuously like a cat and purred, “That was some good dessert.”
Then she calmly stood up and walked out of the kitchen with swaying hips and our last loads running down her leg. “Ben’s turn first tomorrow,” was all she said as she left.
Ben and I grinned at each other, acknowledging once again how lucky we were that Nancy had decided to serve “dessert” to both of us after my wife had passed away.
See, Ben had had a particularly bad case of mumps in high school which left him more or less infertile and Nancy was determined to get pregnant so she basically worked on Ben until he agreed to let me father the children.
She hadn’t caught yet, but we were having fun trying. And there was always the chance that Ben would shoot a viable sperm cell into her pussy so it wasn’t for sure who would knock her up which was part of the fun, we had to admit.
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“Relax, little bro. Dinner first then you can fuck me some more. We need to keep up our strength, after all.”
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While I appreciated that my sister was making me some coffee to help me wake up, her ass was doing a much better job of it.
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Even when you are cooking, you are still a whore. Dress accordingly.
P.S. Le Creuset, whore.
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The onions are cooking in the background while the sausage gets hardened with tongue and lips.
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