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Ann is a Catholic , probably a convent girl and from her expressed sexuality , probably IJ or KC and based on driven personality and corporate personality , top class , top girl , in those respective schools and if not IJ or KC then St Nicks.
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She married her husband because of an accident and because it was the right thing and possibly because he was more comfortable family wise and offered a chance at a better life. She and her could be of equal SES or social economic status when they got married and if so the analysis will shift but I will leave it at that.
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Husband probably grew up in the East. Highly likely SJI or St Pats , and likely the family was in the Car Business or in the Car Dealership Business. Beating up the BF of your wife seems more like SJI or St Pats then any other school I know off.
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The marriage was one of convenience but she hoped to fall in love after, The kids following were an attempt to build a family and then love. That attempt failed and hence her loneliness which she pushed into work and family but not her marriage. -
Lovers were many but love not there. You offered a discreet safe relationship away from her industry and social circle. Its one thing to have an affair within her SES , its another to flaunt it. She has separated or with her daughter separated sex and emotion and in this modern day and age its common which is why for some reason with you sex came with emotions which she could feel again, -
I do not think she expected to fall in love with you and as to why you , well perhaps sincerity and because with your normal sincere heartland roots you reminded her of what she had or what she left behind. -
She married for money perhaps and thus in a way is using money to buy love, accepting gifts to willingly degrades that love which she needs and wants from you. -
Money is not love and sex is not love , she is not willing to let you go but wants to make sure that she has you not because of money and not because of sex. -
I don’t think she’s Catholic. Didn’t see any crucifixes or altars in the house. She and her kids don’t go to church either. Not sure if she’s an IJ girl, never really asked. Nor if she was in a top class, top student etc.
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Not sure about this. She did say it wasn’t an accident. I never asked about her SES either but it seems like she’s more than capable of attaining a higher status regardless of whether or not her ex husband is of a high status.
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Totally no clue on this. But yes, St Pat’s and Katong Convent are relatively near to where she lives. I never really probed into her past life.
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Don’t think it was for convenience, but she did say there was no love and she thought kids might help there.
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Yeah. Many lovers. Sort of. But this analysis is exactly what I was looking for and trying to comprehend. The separation of love and sex.
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You know, up till this day, I don’t really know if she loves me or not. I’m clueless at that aspect.
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I’m not so sure about the reasons for this either. Maybe you’re right. She has lots of money and isn’t afraid to use spend it. Whether on herself or her kids or even me. But whether she is buying love, I really dont know.
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Don’t know about this either. But I think I wasn’t sticking around because of money, sex or maybe even love. It was more of a sense of comfort and belonging I guess?
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Ann is a Catholic , probably a convent girl and from her expressed sexuality , probably IJ or KC and based on driven personality and corporate personality , top class , top girl , in those respective schools and if not IJ or KC then St Nicks.
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She married her husband because of an accident and because it was the right thing and possibly because he was more comfortable family wise and offered a chance at a better life. She and her could be of equal SES or social economic status when they got married and if so the analysis will shift but I will leave it at that.
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Husband probably grew up in the East. Highly likely SJI or St Pats , and likely the family was in the Car Business or in the Car Dealership Business. Beating up the BF of your wife seems more like SJI or St Pats then any other school I know off.
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The marriage was one of convenience but she hoped to fall in love after, The kids following were an attempt to build a family and then love. That attempt failed and hence her loneliness which she pushed into work and family but not her marriage. -
Lovers were many but love not there. You offered a discreet safe relationship away from her industry and social circle. Its one thing to have an affair within her SES , its another to flaunt it. She has separated or with her daughter separated sex and emotion and in this modern day and age its common which is why for some reason with you sex came with emotions which she could feel again, -
I do not think she expected to fall in love with you and as to why you , well perhaps sincerity and because with your normal sincere heartland roots you reminded her of what she had or what she left behind. -
She married for money perhaps and thus in a way is using money to buy love, accepting gifts to willingly degrades that love which she needs and wants from you. -
Money is not love and sex is not love , she is not willing to let you go but wants to make sure that she has you not because of money and not because of sex. -
I don’t think she’s Catholic. Didn’t see any crucifixes or altars in the house. She and her kids don’t go to church either. Not sure if she’s an IJ girl, never really asked. Nor if she was in a top class, top student etc.
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Not sure about this. She did say it wasn’t an accident. I never asked about her SES either but it seems like she’s more than capable of attaining a higher status regardless of whether or not her ex husband is of a high status.
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Totally no clue on this. But yes, St Pat’s and Katong Convent are relatively near to where she lives. I never really probed into her past life.
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Don’t think it was for convenience, but she did say there was no love and she thought kids might help there.
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Yeah. Many lovers. Sort of. But this analysis is exactly what I was looking for and trying to comprehend. The separation of love and sex.
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You know, up till this day, I don’t really know if she loves me or not. I’m clueless at that aspect.
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I’m not so sure about the reasons for this either. Maybe you’re right. She has lots of money and isn’t afraid to use spend it. Whether on herself or her kids or even me. But whether she is buying love, I really dont know.
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Don’t know about this either. But I think I wasn’t sticking around because of money, sex or maybe even love. It was more of a sense of comfort and belonging I guess?
We went to Parkway Parade again after breakfast. I think Ann was attempting to help me transit out from my Army life by taking me shopping.
We went to Isetan, looked at some polo tshirts and pants, both casual and formal. Some business shirts. It’s like she was really expecting me to end up as a Grab driver. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea. I would get a car, a job to pass the time, a house to stay in. And all I needed to do was satisfy her in bed, be attentive to her needs, manage her jealousy, and perhaps, pleasure her daughter(s) with her permission. It sounded like a pretty interesting career path, and not one I envisioned at all.
After picking up some new clothes, we headed back to her place. Alan wasn’t home, probably already left for school. Alicia was obviously still in school. Amanda, well, apparently she had no classes, and was simply lounging around the house watching Netflix in just a t-shirt.
We sat down next to her.
Amanda: What’s up?
Ann placed a hand on her shoulder.
Ann: Look… we know what you’re doing.
Amanda: What?
Ann: You keep flirting with Mark. You’re upset at me for sleeping with your guy.
Amanda: Uh-huh…
Ann: You want to sleep with him so I’ll somehow feel what you felt?
Amanda was quiet for awhile, then she burst out laughing.
Amanda: Hahahahaha. What?? Are you serious?
Ann: Yes. We had those talks. But I wanna know what you’re thinking now.
Amanda: Hahahaha… wait wait….. this is so funny…
Ann: Well?
Amanda: Ok. Look mom, I think you like this guy. I think you believe you can have happiness with him. And yes, I was fucking pissed with you back then and maybe I wanted to teach you a lesson. But hey, I’m glad I got your genes. I can have my pick of any guy I want.
Ann: And?
Amanda: I want you to be happy mom. But to sleep with him just to prove a point? Not my style.
Ann appeared deep in thought.
Amanda: I admit I was flirting with him. But I’m testing him. I guess.
Ann: Really?
Amanda: Yeah. Let’s put it this way. The guy you slept with, my guy, do you seriously think Mark can compare?
Me: Ouch.
Amanda: I mean, you’re ok looks wise. But that guy. Wow. A good 7 inches. Lasts long. Fucked so hard I thought he tore something. Pure sexual pleasure. And what I saw last night, I highly doubt you’re anywhere near that size, even when aroused.
Ann: You got a point.
One thing for sure, was that Amanda had the same sharp tongue as her mother.
Amanda: Don’t worry mom, you have nothing to worry about. Not from me anyway.
She turned to me and slowly lifted her t-shirt, revealing the bottom of her toned thighs. I just watched.
Ann: What are you doing???
Amanda: Teasing? Testing?
The t-shirt went higher. She wasn’t wearing anything below. I finally caught sight of her waxed clam.
Ann: Hello??
Amanda: Hold on mom.
She lifted the t-shirt over her head, her firm b-cups literally waving at me.
Amanda: Like what you see?
Ann turned to me.
Ann: Do you?
Me: Err..
Side by side, Ann and Amanda probably could pass off as sisters. Ann being the much older sister of course. Body wise, they were super toned, the effect of too much gym and cardio I guess. Both of them were b-cups, and their regular exercise ensured that their breasts weren’t sagging, but instead sat nicely on their chests. Amanda’s nipples were lighter coloured though, I recalled reading somewhere that older women’s nipples got darker due to breastfeeding, but I couldn’t be sure.
Ann: Well?
Me: Good genes.
Amanda: Want to touch me?
Me: No.
I was looking for a way out of this, hoping somehow my phone will ring and there would be something important I needed to attend to. It didn’t happen.
Ann came up to me and grabbed my crotch.
Me: Hey!
Ann: Ok. You can get dressed. He’s not hard.
Amanda: So it’s still small and cute?
Ann: Haha! yes.
Me: Very funny.
Amanda put on her t-shirt.
Amanda: See mom, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.
Ann: Not from you. Maybe I overworked him last night so there’s no reaction now.
Me: Wait. That was a test???
Ann: Yeah. We sort of discussed this last night.
Me: Hilarious. You two are crazy.
Amanda: Wait mom. We need to really test him.
Me: Seriously???
She took off her t-shirt again. Ann unbuckled me and pulled down my berms and boxers.
Amanda stood up and stood right in front of me. She pushed me back onto the sofa and straddled me.
Ann: Hey! We didn’t agree on this!
Amanda: Chill mom, he’s still soft.
She was right. At this crucial time, my dick decided to behave and stayed asleep. Amanda’s breasts were mere inches from my face, tempting me to reach out and touch them, caress them, suck on them.
Ann: Well?
Me: Well what?
Ann: What are you going to do?
Me: Nothing?
Ann: Aren’t you going to push her off? Or are you going to sit there and do nothing?
Me: I will give her a stern warning?
Ann: Very funny.
Me: What do you want me to do then?
Ann: What do you want to do?
Me: I think I want to see a psychiatrist. Or maybe the two of you need to see one.
Amanda: Haha! Mom he’s not very fun. And he’s still soft. You sure he was actually fucking you?
Ann: Maybe you’re not as appealing as you think you are.
Amanda: Maybe he likes ancient pussies.
Ann: Maybe we should stop testing him.
Me: Maybe you two are right.
Amanda reluctantly got off and put on her t-shirt again.
Amanda: Well that was fun. Now I know I should avoid guys 35 and above. Seems like some of them have erectile dysfunction.
I didn’t say anything but pulled up my boxers and berms and headed back to the guest room.
Ann followed me in and hugged me from the back.
Me: What?
Ann: Nothing.
She pushed me onto the bed.
Me: I’m not in the mood.
Ann: I am.
Me: How? Why?
Ann: I’m surprised you had no physical reaction to Amanda.
Me: I don’t like the way you’re testing me.
Ann: Are you angry?
Me: No… but you really just make me feel used.
Ann: Why didn’t you stop her? Or me?
Me: I don’t know.
Ann: Maybe you secretly enjoy it?
Me: What?
She pulled off my berms and boxers again and immediately went down on my flaccid dick.
Slowly but surely, her swirling tongue and light suction brought the blood flowing back there.
Ann: See! It’s working fine.
Me: How far were you going to go with that test?
Ann: I don’t know.
She wanked me slowly, occasionally licking the head. I was already at full hardness.
Me: Did you really need to test me this way?
Ann: I wanted to know. And I wanted to know if I could control my feelings as well if something did happen.
Me: Your feelings? Or your jealousy?
Ann: Mainly jealousy. I don’t know if I’ll feel hurt or anything.
Me: Do you really need to know?
Ann thought about it for awhile.
Ann: AMANDA!
I heard the footsteps and the door opening.
Me: What the fuck!
Amanda: Yes mom? Woah!
Her eyes went wide as she saw the hard stick between my legs.
Ann: You still want to test him?
Me: Hey!
I swear Amanda was licking her lips, like some hungry wolf about to devour a prey.
Amanda: 10 seconds. I’ll be right back. Need to get something.
She quickly left the room.
I wondered what could be so important that she needed to get it. Maybe condoms. Or lube. I doubt she was wet. Ann kept me hard by wanking and blowing me.
Me: Don’t do this.
Ann: I want to know. Really.
Me: I’m not your toy.
Ann: But you’re not stopping me.
She was right. I wasn’t stopping her. Maybe I wanted to teach her a lesson as well. 10 seconds were long over and Amanda had not yet returned. What in the world was she looking for?
Amanda came back a couple of minutes later and re-entered the room just as Ann was in the midst of blowing me. She stopped.
Amanda: Don’t stop! I wanna see how you do it.
Ann: Why?
Amanda: see if I need to improve? Maybe you do it better than me?
Me: Every guy is different you know.
Amanda: are you daring me to blow you?
Me: No. Just stating a fact.
She came over to the bed brandishing a ruler.
Amanda: Move mom.
Ann stopped blowing me and moved aside. Amanda knelt in front of me.
Me: What the fuck.
She grabbed me by the base of my dick and placed the ruler there. It was a normal short stationery plastic ruler, the 15cm kind.
Amanda: Oh. Ok. You’re a grower. But still smaller than the other guy.
She fondled my balls, as though she was examining me. And I thought that Alicia was the one studying to be a doctor.
Amanda: Nicely shaven. Ok thickness. Nice and veiny.
Ann: Since when did you become a sex therapist.
She wanked me, the same way her mother did, slowly, bringing the foreskin back up over the the head, before bringing it back down.
Amanda: Nice and clean. Quite hard.
She let me go.
Amanda: But he couldn’t get hard for me just now. Why? Most guys just need to see some boobs, or be touched lightly and then they’re rock hard and ready to go.
Ann: Maybe he only has feelings for me? Maybe he thinks the emotional part is more important?
Amanda knelt down between my legs again.
Amanda: Let me try something.
Positioning her head above my rod, she dribbled her saliva onto it, rubbing it around the head and down the shaft, while wanking me again. She blew lightly on the head and down the shaft. I twitched slightly.
Ann: I don’t think that’s why it’s called a blowjob.
Using all the willpower I had, I focused my thoughts on other random things. Sure enough, my dick deflated.
Amanda: Ok. He’s really good at this. He just made himself soft while I’m touching him.
I turned to Ann.
Me: Well?
Ann: Well what?
Me: Are you jealous? Hurt?
Ann: She’s barely doing anything. I bet you get touched like this when you got for dirty massages anyway.
Me: I don’t go anymore. And besides, they do a lot more.
Amanda wanked me faster, but I was too soft.
Amanda: I don’t think he wants me to make you jealous mom.
Ann: You’re right.
Amanda: Maybe he needs more motivation.
Ann: Like what?
Amanda took off her t-shirt again, and was fully nude in front of me. She leaned forward and wrapped her breasts around my soft dick. Part of me wanted to laugh. Her b-cups weren’t small, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t big or long enough for her to successfully fuck me with her boobs. Alicia on the other hand… now those boobs would have been perfect. But I was deviating from whatever was happening at that moment.
Ann: Oh. I never tried that.
Nothing happened. I stayed soft. My willpower was winning this battle, hopefully passing the test, and maybe easing Ann’s fears that I would eventually prefer her daughter(s) over her. Assuming that fear was actually real and they weren’t just toying with me.
Amanda: He’s really good. I’m kind of impressed.
She got up, her cleavage showing the remnants of her saliva and possibly my precum.
Ann ran her finger along my shaft, ending at the head, she brushed against it. It twitched.
Amanda: He responds to you. Can tell he’s really controlling himself.
Amanda cradled my balls again. Ann wrapped her lips around my head. I got hard. She released me and Amanda grabbed the shaft again, wanking me.
This time, somehow I could not will my erection away. Amanda added more saliva to the head and she played with it.
Amanda: Ah. He’s staying hard.
Me: What do you expect? The two of you are just playing with me.
I tried to be angry, but I think secretly every guy wants this.
Ann removed her clothes as well. Now both mother and daughter were in front of me, naked, and playing with my hard dick. Somehow I wondered why Amanda wasn’t blowing me. Perhaps it was some sort of respect to her mother.
Ann: So what do we do now?
Amanda: I don’t know mom. He’s really a strange one.
Me: Are you done yet?
Amanda: Mom, shall we take this all the way?
Ann didn’t say anything but looked at me instead.
Me: Can we not?
Amanda: You sure you don’t want this?
She got up and climbed onto the bed, straddling me with my dick mere inches from her pussy. With her free hand, she inserted her fingers into it and removed them.
Amanda: Look, I’m wet from just playing with your dick.
Ann wasn’t stopping Amanda. I tried to read her face to see what emotions she was experiencing but her poker face was on point.
She lowered herself slightly, I was one inch or so away from the entrance. Her balance was immaculate. The mattress was rather springy yet she could hold that squatting position without losing her balance. I was rather tempted to just grab her hips and impale her on my throbbing cock. Fuck her hard, the way she said she liked. But this was a test. A very fucked up test. And perhaps it would be wise to just let them use me whatever way they pleased. I was horny as hell though, thanks to their constant teasing.
I didn’t move. Amanda moved forward and knelt in front of my face. Her pussy, coated with juices was now inches from my mouth. She looked at me.
Amanda: You good at eating pussy?
Me: Ask your mom.
Amanda looked over. Ann rolled her eyes.
Ann: He’s ok I guess.
Amanda obviously smelt different from her mom. There was this clean scent. Probably from her feminine wash. She likely went to wash up while she was getting the ruler to measure my dick.
Amanda: I’m going to sit on your face.
Me: I’m not going to eat you.
Amanda: Really?
She moved closer, her awesome balance coming into play as usual. The scent was truly alluring. Ordinarily, I might have just taken her there and then. But her mom was watching, and I was a good soldier. I follow the instructions of the superior officer. And the superior officer was silent.
After what seemed like ages, Amanda finally got off me. She bent over and kissed my cheek.
Amanda: You’re a weird one. But I kind of like you.
Me: Err thanks?
Ann: So… you’re not going to do anything?
Me: No.
Amanda: I would love to, if you don’t mind. But it’s obvious he’s not willing.
Ann: Ok.
Amanda turned to me.
Amanda: If mom is ok with it, can we? I’m really really interested to find out why you’re different.
Me: Er…
Ann was smiling.
Ann: Now I know where his heart is. I don’t mind.
Amanda: If he’s really that good, I will continue you know.
Ann: I’ll consider it.
Me: You both need to see a shrink. Right now.
Ann: It’s just a physical thing. Right?
Amanda: Of course.
I was rendered speechless by the brazen openness of these two.
Amanda: Well have fun. I shall not tease him. For now.
Amanda got dressed and left the room.
Ann got on top of me and slid it in. I was still relatively hard. I wondered why she was so wet. Was she turned on by Amanda teasing me?
I pushed her off and flipped over, pinning her to the bed.
Me: You’re both crazy.
Ann: Maybe.
I plunged in hard, going as deep as I physically could.
Ann moaned loudly.
Ann: YES! FUCK ME HARD!
I kissed her forcefully, she kissed me back and dug her nails into my back.
Her loud moans filled the entire room. I was sure Amanda could hear and was possibly listening. I stopped.
Ann: DON’T STOP!
I started again, but went slowly, letting her feel every inch of my dick as it went in and out of her wet pussy. Somehow my mind wandered off and I started thinking about how tight Amanda was. She was definitely wet, as she had shown me. But was she tight? I was getting pretty aroused thinking about Amanda even though I was inside her mother.
Ann suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on her throat.
Ann: Choke me.
Me: What?
Ann: Gently.
Me: Huh?
I squeezed lightly. She moaned louder, to the point of almost screaming. I was almost at the point of no return. The increased pace was making want to empty my balls.
In the midst of it all, we both never noticed the door open slightly.
Me: I’m gonna cum.
Ann: Inside.
I came, spewing my seed inside her, then collapsing onto her. We kissed, then noticed Amanda standing there.
Amanda: Wow. He’s got erectile dysfunction and ejaculates prematurely too.
I pulled out, my thick creamy sperm spilling out of Ann.
Ann: How long have you been watching?
Amanda: Long enough. I like the way he fucks hard. Then slows it down to torture you.
Ann: Impressive right.
Amanda: But mom, cumming inside?? Are you making another sibling for us?
Ann: He can cum anywhere he likes.
Amanda: I won’t let any guy cum in me. No way. Even though I’m on the pill.
Me: Err…. Are you just going to stand there?
Amanda: Why not? I wanna see if you’re going for round 2.
As if on cue, Ann scrambled up and went to work on my dick again. It was as though she was showing off. Or showing me off. Amanda dragged the chair from the study table closer to the bed and sat down.
Me: Somebody kill me please.
I took the pillow and placed it on my face. Whatever was going on now, I really didn’t want to know. But again, I didn’t stop her and just let it happen.
Amanda came back a couple of minutes later and re-entered the room just as Ann was in the midst of blowing me. She stopped.
Amanda: Don’t stop! I wanna see how you do it.
Ann: Why?
Amanda: see if I need to improve? Maybe you do it better than me?
Me: Every guy is different you know.
Amanda: are you daring me to blow you?
Me: No. Just stating a fact.
She came over to the bed brandishing a ruler.
Amanda: Move mom.
Ann stopped blowing me and moved aside. Amanda knelt in front of me.
Me: What the fuck.
She grabbed me by the base of my dick and placed the ruler there. It was a normal short stationery plastic ruler, the 15cm kind.
Amanda: Oh. Ok. You’re a grower. But still smaller than the other guy.
She fondled my balls, as though she was examining me. And I thought that Alicia was the one studying to be a doctor.
Amanda: Nicely shaven. Ok thickness. Nice and veiny.
Ann: Since when did you become a sex therapist.
She wanked me, the same way her mother did, slowly, bringing the foreskin back up over the the head, before bringing it back down.
Amanda: Nice and clean. Quite hard.
She let me go.
Amanda: But he couldn’t get hard for me just now. Why? Most guys just need to see some boobs, or be touched lightly and then they’re rock hard and ready to go.
Ann: Maybe he only has feelings for me? Maybe he thinks the emotional part is more important?
Amanda knelt down between my legs again.
Amanda: Let me try something.
Positioning her head above my rod, she dribbled her saliva onto it, rubbing it around the head and down the shaft, while wanking me again. She blew lightly on the head and down the shaft. I twitched slightly.
Ann: I don’t think that’s why it’s called a blowjob.
Using all the willpower I had, I focused my thoughts on other random things. Sure enough, my dick deflated.
Amanda: Ok. He’s really good at this. He just made himself soft while I’m touching him.
I turned to Ann.
Me: Well?
Ann: Well what?
Me: Are you jealous? Hurt?
Ann: She’s barely doing anything. I bet you get touched like this when you got for dirty massages anyway.
Me: I don’t go anymore. And besides, they do a lot more.
Amanda wanked me faster, but I was too soft.
Amanda: I don’t think he wants me to make you jealous mom.
Ann: You’re right.
Amanda: Maybe he needs more motivation.
Ann: Like what?
Amanda took off her t-shirt again, and was fully nude in front of me. She leaned forward and wrapped her breasts around my soft dick. Part of me wanted to laugh. Her b-cups weren’t small, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t big or long enough for her to successfully fuck me with her boobs. Alicia on the other hand… now those boobs would have been perfect. But I was deviating from whatever was happening at that moment.
Ann: Oh. I never tried that.
Nothing happened. I stayed soft. My willpower was winning this battle, hopefully passing the test, and maybe easing Ann’s fears that I would eventually prefer her daughter(s) over her. Assuming that fear was actually real and they weren’t just toying with me.
Amanda: He’s really good. I’m kind of impressed.
She got up, her cleavage showing the remnants of her saliva and possibly my precum.
Ann ran her finger along my shaft, ending at the head, she brushed against it. It twitched.
Amanda: He responds to you. Can tell he’s really controlling himself.
Amanda cradled my balls again. Ann wrapped her lips around my head. I got hard. She released me and Amanda grabbed the shaft again, wanking me.
This time, somehow I could not will my erection away. Amanda added more saliva to the head and she played with it.
Amanda: Ah. He’s staying hard.
Me: What do you expect? The two of you are just playing with me.
I tried to be angry, but I think secretly every guy wants this.
Ann removed her clothes as well. Now both mother and daughter were in front of me, naked, and playing with my hard dick. Somehow I wondered why Amanda wasn’t blowing me. Perhaps it was some sort of respect to her mother.
Ann: So what do we do now?
Amanda: I don’t know mom. He’s really a strange one.
Me: Are you done yet?
Amanda: Mom, shall we take this all the way?
Ann didn’t say anything but looked at me instead.
Me: Can we not?
Amanda: You sure you don’t want this?
She got up and climbed onto the bed, straddling me with my dick mere inches from her pussy. With her free hand, she inserted her fingers into it and removed them.
Amanda: Look, I’m wet from just playing with your dick.
Ann wasn’t stopping Amanda. I tried to read her face to see what emotions she was experiencing but her poker face was on point.
She lowered herself slightly, I was one inch or so away from the entrance. Her balance was immaculate. The mattress was rather springy yet she could hold that squatting position without losing her balance. I was rather tempted to just grab her hips and impale her on my throbbing cock. Fuck her hard, the way she said she liked. But this was a test. A very fucked up test. And perhaps it would be wise to just let them use me whatever way they pleased. I was horny as hell though, thanks to their constant teasing.
I didn’t move. Amanda moved forward and knelt in front of my face. Her pussy, coated with juices was now inches from my mouth. She looked at me.
Amanda: You good at eating pussy?
Me: Ask your mom.
Amanda looked over. Ann rolled her eyes.
Ann: He’s ok I guess.
Amanda obviously smelt different from her mom. There was this clean scent. Probably from her feminine wash. She likely went to wash up while she was getting the ruler to measure my dick.
Amanda: I’m going to sit on your face.
Me: I’m not going to eat you.
Amanda: Really?
She moved closer, her awesome balance coming into play as usual. The scent was truly alluring. Ordinarily, I might have just taken her there and then. But her mom was watching, and I was a good soldier. I follow the instructions of the superior officer. And the superior officer was silent.
After what seemed like ages, Amanda finally got off me. She bent over and kissed my cheek.
Amanda: You’re a weird one. But I kind of like you.
Me: Err thanks?
Ann: So… you’re not going to do anything?
Me: No.
Amanda: I would love to, if you don’t mind. But it’s obvious he’s not willing.
Ann: Ok.
Amanda turned to me.
Amanda: If mom is ok with it, can we? I’m really really interested to find out why you’re different.
Me: Er…
Ann was smiling.
Ann: Now I know where his heart is. I don’t mind.
Amanda: If he’s really that good, I will continue you know.
Ann: I’ll consider it.
Me: You both need to see a shrink. Right now.
Ann: It’s just a physical thing. Right?
Amanda: Of course.
I was rendered speechless by the brazen openness of these two.
Amanda: Well have fun. I shall not tease him. For now.
Amanda got dressed and left the room.
Ann got on top of me and slid it in. I was still relatively hard. I wondered why she was so wet. Was she turned on by Amanda teasing me?
I pushed her off and flipped over, pinning her to the bed.
Me: You’re both crazy.
Ann: Maybe.
I plunged in hard, going as deep as I physically could.
Ann moaned loudly.
Ann: YES! FUCK ME HARD!
I kissed her forcefully, she kissed me back and dug her nails into my back.
Her loud moans filled the entire room. I was sure Amanda could hear and was possibly listening. I stopped.
Ann: DON’T STOP!
I started again, but went slowly, letting her feel every inch of my dick as it went in and out of her wet pussy. Somehow my mind wandered off and I started thinking about how tight Amanda was. She was definitely wet, as she had shown me. But was she tight? I was getting pretty aroused thinking about Amanda even though I was inside her mother.
Ann suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on her throat.
Ann: Choke me.
Me: What?
Ann: Gently.
Me: Huh?
I squeezed lightly. She moaned louder, to the point of almost screaming. I was almost at the point of no return. The increased pace was making want to empty my balls.
In the midst of it all, we both never noticed the door open slightly.
Me: I’m gonna cum.
Ann: Inside.
I came, spewing my seed inside her, then collapsing onto her. We kissed, then noticed Amanda standing there.
Amanda: Wow. He’s got erectile dysfunction and ejaculates prematurely too.
I pulled out, my thick creamy sperm spilling out of Ann.
Ann: How long have you been watching?
Amanda: Long enough. I like the way he fucks hard. Then slows it down to torture you.
Ann: Impressive right.
Amanda: But mom, cumming inside?? Are you making another sibling for us?
Ann: He can cum anywhere he likes.
Amanda: I won’t let any guy cum in me. No way. Even though I’m on the pill.
Me: Err…. Are you just going to stand there?
Amanda: Why not? I wanna see if you’re going for round 2.
As if on cue, Ann scrambled up and went to work on my dick again. It was as though she was showing off. Or showing me off. Amanda dragged the chair from the study table closer to the bed and sat down.
Me: Somebody kill me please.
I took the pillow and placed it on my face. Whatever was going on now, I really didn’t want to know. But again, I didn’t stop her and just let it happen.
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I see a recurring theme here…. The women in this story belittle the TS’ manhood at any chance they get.
Yes. You are right. Haha.
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Originally Posted by
JAXXX
I see a recurring theme here…. The women in this story belittle the TS’ manhood at any chance they get.
Yes. You are right. Haha.
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ozymandias
Dear Shrouded.
Thank you for your candour and sharing. In a sense you are right they should both well both Alpha females see a psychiatrist but as they have not put themselves under the chair I will endeavour to do my best. These will be at best a guesstimate so as always take it with a pinch of salt. Based on the details you have shared and you have put forth.
Wow. This is a very in-depth analysis.
But you know what will be interesting? Maybe you could do an analysis on me as well. Haha…
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Originally Posted by
ozymandias
Dear Shrouded.
Thank you for your candour and sharing. In a sense you are right they should both well both Alpha females see a psychiatrist but as they have not put themselves under the chair I will endeavour to do my best. These will be at best a guesstimate so as always take it with a pinch of salt. Based on the details you have shared and you have put forth.
Wow. This is a very in-depth analysis.
But you know what will be interesting? Maybe you could do an analysis on me as well. Haha…
If I was supposed to be their underwhelmingly average sex toy, I was doing a pretty good job of it.
I left the pillow on my face, half wishing somebody would put me out of my misery. Except I wasn’t miserable. Maybe I could get used to having an audience.
After blowing me till I was hard again, Ann started riding. At least I assumed it was Ann. At that point of time, I really couldn’t care less. She could use me however she pleased as long as it made her happy. Amanda sitting there watching her didn’t seem to affect her much as I felt her ride and grind herself to orgasm.
I tilted my head to the side, still under the pillow, facing where Amanda was to try to catch a glimpse of what she was doing. Then I realized the chair was empty. Wild thoughts ran through my mind. Perhaps it was Amanda who was riding me? But it couldn’t be the case as I never felt Ann get off me.
Then I felt it. She sat on the bed. I was tempted to remove the pillow to see what was happening. I felt a hand running up my body and ended up at my nipple. It was most definitely Amanda’s. Highly unlikely that Ann’s hand was that long.
The pillow flew off. A naked Amanda was staring at me.
Amanda: Hi!
Me: Thank god.
Amanda: What?
Me: It’s still your mom riding me.
Amanda: Oh. You wanted me to do it?
Me: Er…
Amanda: It would satisfy me… marginally.
Me: Right.
Ann was lost in her own orgasmic world.
Amanda: You know what a cock sleeve is?
Me: Not really..
Amanda: Can add a couple of inches.
Me: I don’t need one. Your mom is satisfied.
Amanda: But I won’t be.
Me: I’m not fucking you.
Amanda: For now.
Me: Right.
She lay down next to me with her phone. I saw she was browsing through Aliexpress. She showed me a couple of sex toys.
Amanda: Think this penis pump will work on you?
Me: Funny.
Amanda: Ah here’s the cock sleeve. If I get one will you try it out?
Me: With you?
Amanda: Yes.
Me: No.
Amanda: You’re no fun.
Suddenly, she cuddled up next to me and struck the pose with the “v” sign took a selfie. Her naked upper body was pretty obvious in the picture.
Me: Hey!
Ann: What are you doing now?
Me: Delete it please.
Amanda: I’m not posting it on social media.
Ann: Delete it.
Amanda: Fine.
She deleted it and put her phone aside.
Suddenly, she climbed onto me and sat on my stomach.
Me: What now.
She brought her chest closer and closer to my face. I did nothing.
Amanda sighed.
Amanda: Guess you’re not a boobs person.
She turned around, thrusting her butt near my face. I caught a whiff of the familiar scent.
Amanda: Maybe you’re a butt person?
Ann: Stop teasing him.
Amanda: But you’re having all the fun!
Ann: And he said he won’t fuck you.
Amanda: Fine.
She inched closer and closer.
I don’t know what possessed me but I grabbed her waist and pushed her off slightly. Luckily, her great sense of balance was still there, otherwise she might have collided with her mom mid-ride, and possibly snap my dick off.
I spanked her ass lightly, she purposely let out a seductive moan. It was the first time I intentionally touched her. She got off the bed with an evil grin on her face.
Amanda: I think he’s into BDSM.
Me: What? I’m not!
Ann: I never really experienced it with him.
Amanda: He just spanked me!
Me: Lightly?
Amanda: So you can spank me, but you won’t touch me anywhere else?
Me: Er..
She grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest. I retracted it immediately.
Amanda: Weirdo. I’ll probably have more fun with my toys.
Me: If I never met your mom, you might have a chance with me.
Amanda: Wow. Somebody’s suddenly very confident.
Ann: Unfortunately, the chances of you meeting him are slim to none.
Amanda: Yes mom. And the chances of you fucking my guy was also slim to none. Only difference was that guy couldn’t keep it in his pants.
Ann got off.
Ann: You wanna fuck him? Go ahead.
I took the opportunity to cover my dick. And hoped it would go down immediately.
But somehow having two ladies fight over me was kind of a confidence booster.
Amanda: Don’t think I won’t! But he’s covered in your juices. Where’s the wet tissue?
Ann: No way. He’s mine. You can just watch.
Ann pulled my hands off and mounted me again. Amanda pretended to sulk. But somehow I could tell she was secretly enjoying herself. Probably biding her time until she got me alone.
I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. Physically I was fine, but I was sure this would definitely affect my mental health.
But again, I could have stopped all of this yet I didn’t. Maybe it was something I really wanted to do just to make Ann happy. Assuming it was something that really made her happy.
And all this while the wise words of Bro EoS was playing at the back of my mind. I was definitely seizing the day. Or in this instance rather, the day was seizing me.
I gotta admit. It’s fucking weird having a woman’s daughter in the same room when you’re fucking her. Or being fucked by her. And the daughter is naked as well.
By the time Ann was done using me, and Amanda was done teasing me, it was way past lunch time.
I wasn’t hungry though. All I wanted was to lie in bed and not move. Physical exertions aside, I was a soldier, I could handle it. But the mental toll was a little harder to describe.
Maybe I unwittingly entered a family of female sex demons and this was the hell I was thrown into for eternity. But if this was hell, I surely didn’t mind going through it over and over again.
Ann left me in the room while she went to shower. Amanda cheekily stayed behind. I felt a little abandoned to be honest. Ann left me behind to deal with her spawn. The naked demon who was now sitting in the chair and staring at me. I was having naked conversations with Amanda.
Amanda: Wanna have a quickie while mom’s away?
Me: No.
Amanda: She’s not here, you don’t have to pretend anymore.
Me: Pretend what?
Amanda: That you don’t want to fuck me.
Me: But I don’t.
Amanda: Mom’s ok with it you know.
Me: That’s what she says. I don’t want her to regret.
Amanda: Regret?
Me: This whole situation is weird. Can I ask, honestly, how did you feel when you found out she slept with your guy?
Amanda: Well…
Me: Honestly.
Amanda: If your father fucked your girlfriend how would you feel?
Me: Hmm. I don’t know. But he wasn’t your boyfriend right?
Amanda: Nah. Just a fling.
Me: So how did you feel?
Amanda: At that time we all knew she was sleeping around already. Can’t blame her though. She was forced to leave you. Then dad died. I think she went through quite a tough time and no one was there for her.
Me: I sense a but somewhere.
Amanda: But. I sort of liked the guy. Might have been more than a fling. After mom slept with him he didn’t want me anymore. Like I was lousy in bed or what. I felt-
Me: Betrayed? Lousy?
Amanda: Something like that. But she only slept with him once. So I guess it wasn’t so bad.
Me: And?
Amanda: Of course we became closer after that incident. Mom and I. She felt bad. She blamed alcohol. But I think it was her poor impulse control and decision making. I tried to understand her and give her time and space. We all tried. Maybe Alicia didn’t try as hard.
Me: Did she really say you could take revenge by sleeping with one of her guys?
Amanda: Of course not! Haha… I was the one who said I’ll fuck her guy so she knows how I felt. I was only half serious.
Me: And?
Amanda: You’re the first she chose to bring home. She’s issuing me a challenge.
Me: Really?
Amanda: Nah. I think she feels really comfortable around you and I think you feel the same way.
Me: Both of you make me uncomfortable now. How did the decision to test me come about?
Amanda: Quite randomly actually. I was asking her how come she brought you home to meet us. She never did that before. I figured you must be someone special. Or really good in bed.
Me: And?
Amanda: And so I said let’s test you? If you passed then good. If you failed then maybe I got to have good sex?
Me: Right.
Amanda: She really likes you, you know?
Me: I don’t know. The way she treats me sometimes…
Amanda: Like how?
Me: She uses me for sex?
Amanda: Does she really? Don’t you get to enjoy too?
Me: Well I do.
Amanda: Then? Guys are supposed to be simple. Give them sex and they’re happy. End of story. Why do you have to make it so complicated?
Me: You know she used to give me money after we had sex? And she wants to buy things for me?
Amanda: OMG. You’re her sugar baby. Hahahahaha.
Me: Why does she need to do that?
Amanda: Who knows. Who cares? She’s happy right? Why can’t you be?
Me: I don’t know. Not used to it.
Amanda: Get used to it. She has money. She decides how to spend it. If she wants to spend it on you just take it. If I wasn’t rich, I wouldn’t mind a sugar daddy as well.
Me: Right. Why does she like to, how you say, put me down sometimes? Insult me?
Amanda: You mean about your small cock? Haha.
Me: Yeah. That’s one thing.
Amanda: Haha! I do it too. What’s the big deal. For me it’s a way to control the guy’s ego, to put them in their place. It’s a control thing, you can’t let the guy feel like he’s king all the time right? Otherwise they’ll just take you for granted. Even that 7-inch guy, I told him he was small.
Me: Oh? How did he react?
Amanda: He fucked me so hard I almost forgot my own name.
Me: Really?
Amanda: No. I’m kidding. But wow, when he’s fired up, I came so many times.
Me: Did you learn that from her or she learn from you?
Amanda: I don’t know. It came naturally.
Me: So actually I’m not that small right.
Amanda: You’re normal I guess. The guys I’ve been with, minimum above 6 inches. I don’t take anything less. But for you I’ll make an exception.
Me: Right.
Amanda: Why do you even need the validation?
She suddenly sat next to me on the bed, her hand wandering to my soft dick.
Me: Hey!
Amanda: Mom’s still showering. I won’t tell her.
Me: I didn’t clean it. No wet tissues here.
I hoped she wouldn’t go digging in my bag.
Amanda: Damn.
Me: You really want to sleep with me just to prove a point with her?
Amanda: I’m not a vengeful person. And I’m damn impressed at your self control.
Me: That’s not a good enough reason.
Amanda: True. But you’ll never know what may happen in this house.
Me: Yeah. I don’t.
Amanda: Get up.
Me: Why?
Amanda: These sheets need to be washed.
Me: Right.
She removed the sheets. There were numerous wet patches all over.
Me: Actually I have another question.
Amanda: Shoot.
Me: Is Alan gay? Your mom may have mentioned something like that.
Amanda: Oh. Didn’t know you liked guys too. You bi?
Me: No. Just wondering.
Amanda: Well… he’s… undecided I guess. But I can confirm he’s a virgin. Haha.
Me: You would know because?
Amanda: Ok fine..I don’t know. I only know he never had a girlfriend before. He’s in love with exercise and the army. He rarely goes out, even with friends. I can’t even catch him masturbating or watching porn. He’s like the angel in this family.
Me: I see.
Amanda: You probably can get along well with him. Considering how you can get along with me. He’s just like me, only with a dick and not interested in sex.
Me: Right.
Amanda: Good luck with Alicia though. She’s a mystery. Nobody can figure her out. I don’t think she really hates mom, but she’s really upset about many things mom did. I’d be surprised if she didn’t sneak in here at night and cut off your dick.
Me: Would she do that?
Amanda: I’m kidding again. But I don’t think she really likes you. Surprised she asked you to drive her to school. Maybe she’s growing up.
Me: Maybe.
She gathered the sheets and put them on the table before turning around and hugging me, her naked breasts on my chest, her bald pussy rubbing against my dirty cock.
Amanda: Bloody hell. Still no reaction. You don’t like young girls?
I merely smiled at her.
We didn’t bother getting dressed and walked to the backyard naked where she dumped the sheets into the washing machine. They had a dryer too so I guess I could use the same sheets that night.
Ann came down shortly to see us chatting in the living room.
Ann: Did you two…
Amanda: No mom. We didn’t. Really. He’s got a problem with his penis. I wish you luck.
Ann: Ok. Maybe you should go wash up?
Me: Yeah. Can I use your bathroom?
Amanda: You can shower with me…
Me: You know this won’t work on me right?
Amanda: Still trying my luck.
She skipped up the stairs.
Ann came to me.
Ann: Nothing happened? Really?
Me: Yeah.
Ann: Are you for real?
Me: I’m quite real.
She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to her bathroom.
Ann: Let me clean you up.
I wondered if I had enough left in me should she want me again.
I gotta admit. It’s fucking weird having a woman’s daughter in the same room when you’re fucking her. Or being fucked by her. And the daughter is naked as well.
By the time Ann was done using me, and Amanda was done teasing me, it was way past lunch time.
I wasn’t hungry though. All I wanted was to lie in bed and not move. Physical exertions aside, I was a soldier, I could handle it. But the mental toll was a little harder to describe.
Maybe I unwittingly entered a family of female sex demons and this was the hell I was thrown into for eternity. But if this was hell, I surely didn’t mind going through it over and over again.
Ann left me in the room while she went to shower. Amanda cheekily stayed behind. I felt a little abandoned to be honest. Ann left me behind to deal with her spawn. The naked demon who was now sitting in the chair and staring at me. I was having naked conversations with Amanda.
Amanda: Wanna have a quickie while mom’s away?
Me: No.
Amanda: She’s not here, you don’t have to pretend anymore.
Me: Pretend what?
Amanda: That you don’t want to fuck me.
Me: But I don’t.
Amanda: Mom’s ok with it you know.
Me: That’s what she says. I don’t want her to regret.
Amanda: Regret?
Me: This whole situation is weird. Can I ask, honestly, how did you feel when you found out she slept with your guy?
Amanda: Well…
Me: Honestly.
Amanda: If your father fucked your girlfriend how would you feel?
Me: Hmm. I don’t know. But he wasn’t your boyfriend right?
Amanda: Nah. Just a fling.
Me: So how did you feel?
Amanda: At that time we all knew she was sleeping around already. Can’t blame her though. She was forced to leave you. Then dad died. I think she went through quite a tough time and no one was there for her.
Me: I sense a but somewhere.
Amanda: But. I sort of liked the guy. Might have been more than a fling. After mom slept with him he didn’t want me anymore. Like I was lousy in bed or what. I felt-
Me: Betrayed? Lousy?
Amanda: Something like that. But she only slept with him once. So I guess it wasn’t so bad.
Me: And?
Amanda: Of course we became closer after that incident. Mom and I. She felt bad. She blamed alcohol. But I think it was her poor impulse control and decision making. I tried to understand her and give her time and space. We all tried. Maybe Alicia didn’t try as hard.
Me: Did she really say you could take revenge by sleeping with one of her guys?
Amanda: Of course not! Haha… I was the one who said I’ll fuck her guy so she knows how I felt. I was only half serious.
Me: And?
Amanda: You’re the first she chose to bring home. She’s issuing me a challenge.
Me: Really?
Amanda: Nah. I think she feels really comfortable around you and I think you feel the same way.
Me: Both of you make me uncomfortable now. How did the decision to test me come about?
Amanda: Quite randomly actually. I was asking her how come she brought you home to meet us. She never did that before. I figured you must be someone special. Or really good in bed.
Me: And?
Amanda: And so I said let’s test you? If you passed then good. If you failed then maybe I got to have good sex?
Me: Right.
Amanda: She really likes you, you know?
Me: I don’t know. The way she treats me sometimes…
Amanda: Like how?
Me: She uses me for sex?
Amanda: Does she really? Don’t you get to enjoy too?
Me: Well I do.
Amanda: Then? Guys are supposed to be simple. Give them sex and they’re happy. End of story. Why do you have to make it so complicated?
Me: You know she used to give me money after we had sex? And she wants to buy things for me?
Amanda: OMG. You’re her sugar baby. Hahahahaha.
Me: Why does she need to do that?
Amanda: Who knows. Who cares? She’s happy right? Why can’t you be?
Me: I don’t know. Not used to it.
Amanda: Get used to it. She has money. She decides how to spend it. If she wants to spend it on you just take it. If I wasn’t rich, I wouldn’t mind a sugar daddy as well.
Me: Right. Why does she like to, how you say, put me down sometimes? Insult me?
Amanda: You mean about your small cock? Haha.
Me: Yeah. That’s one thing.
Amanda: Haha! I do it too. What’s the big deal. For me it’s a way to control the guy’s ego, to put them in their place. It’s a control thing, you can’t let the guy feel like he’s king all the time right? Otherwise they’ll just take you for granted. Even that 7-inch guy, I told him he was small.
Me: Oh? How did he react?
Amanda: He fucked me so hard I almost forgot my own name.
Me: Really?
Amanda: No. I’m kidding. But wow, when he’s fired up, I came so many times.
Me: Did you learn that from her or she learn from you?
Amanda: I don’t know. It came naturally.
Me: So actually I’m not that small right.
Amanda: You’re normal I guess. The guys I’ve been with, minimum above 6 inches. I don’t take anything less. But for you I’ll make an exception.
Me: Right.
Amanda: Why do you even need the validation?
She suddenly sat next to me on the bed, her hand wandering to my soft dick.
Me: Hey!
Amanda: Mom’s still showering. I won’t tell her.
Me: I didn’t clean it. No wet tissues here.
I hoped she wouldn’t go digging in my bag.
Amanda: Damn.
Me: You really want to sleep with me just to prove a point with her?
Amanda: I’m not a vengeful person. And I’m damn impressed at your self control.
Me: That’s not a good enough reason.
Amanda: True. But you’ll never know what may happen in this house.
Me: Yeah. I don’t.
Amanda: Get up.
Me: Why?
Amanda: These sheets need to be washed.
Me: Right.
She removed the sheets. There were numerous wet patches all over.
Me: Actually I have another question.
Amanda: Shoot.
Me: Is Alan gay? Your mom may have mentioned something like that.
Amanda: Oh. Didn’t know you liked guys too. You bi?
Me: No. Just wondering.
Amanda: Well… he’s… undecided I guess. But I can confirm he’s a virgin. Haha.
Me: You would know because?
Amanda: Ok fine..I don’t know. I only know he never had a girlfriend before. He’s in love with exercise and the army. He rarely goes out, even with friends. I can’t even catch him masturbating or watching porn. He’s like the angel in this family.
Me: I see.
Amanda: You probably can get along well with him. Considering how you can get along with me. He’s just like me, only with a dick and not interested in sex.
Me: Right.
Amanda: Good luck with Alicia though. She’s a mystery. Nobody can figure her out. I don’t think she really hates mom, but she’s really upset about many things mom did. I’d be surprised if she didn’t sneak in here at night and cut off your dick.
Me: Would she do that?
Amanda: I’m kidding again. But I don’t think she really likes you. Surprised she asked you to drive her to school. Maybe she’s growing up.
Me: Maybe.
She gathered the sheets and put them on the table before turning around and hugging me, her naked breasts on my chest, her bald pussy rubbing against my dirty cock.
Amanda: Bloody hell. Still no reaction. You don’t like young girls?
I merely smiled at her.
We didn’t bother getting dressed and walked to the backyard naked where she dumped the sheets into the washing machine. They had a dryer too so I guess I could use the same sheets that night.
Ann came down shortly to see us chatting in the living room.
Ann: Did you two…
Amanda: No mom. We didn’t. Really. He’s got a problem with his penis. I wish you luck.
Ann: Ok. Maybe you should go wash up?
Me: Yeah. Can I use your bathroom?
Amanda: You can shower with me…
Me: You know this won’t work on me right?
Amanda: Still trying my luck.
She skipped up the stairs.
Ann came to me.
Ann: Nothing happened? Really?
Me: Yeah.
Ann: Are you for real?
Me: I’m quite real.
She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to her bathroom.
Ann: Let me clean you up.
I wondered if I had enough left in me should she want me again.