Misc. Erotica Summer of Sisters 1

Staring at all three of them, my boner returned, and I found my hand around my cock as I peeked through the curtain, feeling like a creep but unable to stop myself. Images of three gorgeous coeds kneeling before me, their tongues teasing my cock, or their round asses bent before me as I drove into them from behind, filled my head, edging me closer and closer to orgasm. I was on the very brink when the knob of my bedroom door turned, giving a telltale squeak, and I fumbled at my shorts as the door swung inwards.

“Jake, I wanted to ask- Oh my!” Mom ducked her head down, one hand coming up to shield her view as I stuffed my stiffness into my shorts and turned away from her, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Jesus, don’t you knock anymore!”

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t think…” her hand never quite made it to her eyes, covering her mouth as she stared at my crotch. My cheeks heated more when she blinked and glanced at the window curtain with a frown. “Were you…?”

“Mom, just get out!” I was about to die from mortification if she continued, but thankfully, she nodded.

“I understand, we’ll talk about this later,” eyes falling to the tightness in my shorts once more, she drew in a ragged breath and fled from my room.

I stalked over to throw the door closed and caught Bonnie’s face peeking out of her room. I feared to find anger or, even worse, disgust there, but what I saw confused me. I was trying to puzzle out her expression when she slammed her door shut and threw the lock.

Hopping in the shower, I cleaned off the dust from the basement and handled my stiffness. Only this time, images of my stepmom danced along with the sexy co-eds and my sisters. It was hard not to feel wrong about the fantasies, but I couldn’t help myself.

When I was ready, I rushed out of the house, eager to avoid any awkward confrontations with my mom or sisters. I’d applied to work for a local tutoring agency, hoping my math and science knowledge would come into play and I didn’t have to take a job bussing tables or washing dishes like most kids did.

The agency was located in a small office in a strip mall outside of downtown. I found it easily enough, but the lady in charge was busy tutoring a guy from college when I arrived. After waiting for ten minutes, she ushered him out and, after apologizing profusely, led me to her office in the back.

The woman, named Nancy, was in her late 40s with dyed blonde hair pushed up into a ponytail. She was attractive in a bookish, librarian sort of way, with a wide, round ass and heavy breasts that swayed delightfully in her sweater.

Finding my thoughts in the gutter, as I imagined what her soft ass would feel like, and how her thick lips would look sliding down my cock, I pushed the image from my head. Battling thoughts like this is common for a teenage boy, but they hadn’t been as omnipresent before.

“Well, Jake,” Nancy said, taking my printed-out resume and scanning it as she took a seat behind her desk. “You have excellent academic records, and I congratulations on being accepted to Stanford, that’s quite impressive.”

“Thank you,” I said, blushing under the praise. “I tutored in high school, mostly freshman and sophomores but a few middle school kids as well, so I’m not entirely new to this.”

“Have you worked with college kids or adults before?” When I shook my head, Nancy let out a sigh and settled back in her chair. “It’s a different beast, when you’re trying to teach someone a year, or even a decade older than you. Ego, and all that, I’m sure you understand. Is that something you think you’ll be interested in?”

“It sounds interesting,” I said. “What kinds of things do they come here to learn?”

“Math, science, language, all the same stuff.” She gave a shrug that did wonderful things to her heavy breasts. “Most are furthering their education, or in job placement programs. It takes someone with a lot of patience to do this job. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I’d like to try,” I said. “Teaching adults sounds more rewarding than what I was doing before.”

“Oh, it is,” she said, sitting forward and turning on her computer. “And they’re far more grateful.” She shot me an amused look, eyes tracing the lines of my face and the breadth of my shoulders. “You’ll see what I mean.” She offered me a sly wink, then turned to her screen. “Let’s see how you did on the online tests… Wow, perfect scores on math and language, and you only missed one in the science section. Impressive.”

I grimaced, annoyed at both the fact that I’d gotten something wrong and that I couldn’t learn what it was.

“I’d like to try you out on a probationary basis for a few days. You’ll be paid of course, but I want to make sure you understand everything the job entails before agreeing to work all summer.”

“Sounds great,” I said, excited to get the chance.

“Let’s get you scheduled in then,” she said with a bright smile.

She had a group of three kids who were preparing for a math course at the nearby state college. An afternoon or two was all they needed, and if it worked out, Nancy promised she would have regular work for me all summer.

Thanking her, I stood and shook her hand, a hurried out of there before her warm eyes could fill my head with more fantasies. When I got home, I was surprised to find Aniston’s car in the driveway. Typically, she returned to the sorority house on Sunday mornings to get ready for school or her work week, even during summer.

When I got inside, I found mom in the kitchen. The moment I saw her I flushed with embarrassment, remembering our last encounter, and fearing she would confront me, but she was all smiles as she bustled around the kitchen making dinner. Bonnie was out with friends, watching a new release at the theater, and mom had her book club meeting in an hour.

“That’s why you’re in such a good mood?” I asked, stealing a spoonful of meat sauce from the pan.

“Eat a snack if you’re hungry,” she admonished before beaming at me. “Today we’re discussing The Education of Sebastian and I can’t wait to hear what the other ladies thought of it.”

“What’s it about?” I asked.

“Umm… just a silly romance,” she said with an embarrassed laugh, cheeks turning a rosy red. “I’ll leave the noodles uncooked. You and Ani can handle that, right?”

“I’ll heat them up in an hour,” I said, more than a little curious about that book now.

“You sister is staying the night again with her friends,” mom’s cheeks heated even more, the red extending down the pale skin of her neck and chest, but she fixed me with a firm gaze. “I don’t want to hear about you disturbing them while they’re laying out, ok?”

Too mortified to speak, I nodded, wanting to be anywhere but there at that moment. Mom seemed to take sympathy on me, her frown crumpling into an amused grin as she stepped over and folded me into a warm hug, her apron clad breasts pressing against me.

“I know it must be hard for you… A young man in his prime, surrounded by teasing young women.” Her lips pressed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and causing the hairs to stand up on my neck and arms. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you earlier when I interrupted…”

“It’s ok,” I managed to croak out, trying to shift my hips away as I felt my cock stiffening, not wanting my stepmom to know she was causing it.

“Not it’s not,” she breathed, finger tracing small patterns on my chest as she rested against me. “I was so happy when you wouldn’t be going back east… So happy you wouldn’t be leaving me alone… And I want to congratulate and thank you properly… Will you be free on Friday? I have a busy week at work, but I want to do something special for you.”

“Yea,” I said, barely recognizing my voice. “I’ll be free.”

“Good,” mom said, then pressed her thick lips to my cheek, sending tingles of pleasure all throughout me before she pulled away and patted me on the same cheek. “Now head upstairs and…” her eyes flickered down to the large lump in my slacks. “Relax… before your sister’s friends get any ideas.”

“Ha!” I snorted, forcing the laugh out as memories of Victoria in the pool and the house flashed through my head.

“Oh, yea. How did the interview go?”

“It went good,” I said, pulling back, eager to be locked away in my room and escape the shame I felt at my reaction.

“Ok, I’ll talk to you about it later,” mom offered me a wink, then turned back to the stove, humming happily to herself.

Mom only hummed like that when she was in a great mood, and I figured she must be really excited to talk about her book. Throwing myself in my room, I handled my business while trying in vain not to let images of the sexy women of my house filter into my fantasies.​