Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

I, though, did think about what she had said. There was no doubt in my mind that I would have liked my brother to shove his meat between my legs, but I had someone else in mind to take my virginity. Mai interrupted my train of thought with a long-awaited suggestion.

"What say we go downstairs to the game room, open up the sofa bed, and continue this conversation in a more comfortable surrounding?" she asked.

There was nothing more that I wanted to do than take her up on her suggestion. But something was gnawing at my sense of well-being, and I wanted to bring it up before we became too intimate. Her answer to my question, I thought, might go a long way in deciding my immediate sexual future.

"Mai, before we go downstairs, there is one question I would like to ask you," I nervously began. "As you know, Lonnie told me about what happened that night, between you and him. If you like Daddy so much, how could you have sex with his son? And if Daddy ever found out about it, the way he likes you, don't you think it could destroy him?"

"Listen, Lana, no matter how I explain it to you, it is going to come out sounding bad. I think that if your father realized that we were playing around, he would probably be very hurt, and maybe, very angry. You see, Lana, I have become a sexual slave to my body. When it cries out its need, I have to find some way to satisfy it. I know, it's a difficult idea for you to comprehend. It's just the way I am. If your father should find out and is unable to understand, then I guess the relationship would be over. The only argument that makes any sense is that you kids are better off learning about sex from me, than from the street. At least with you two, I would be keeping it in the family," she answered, trying to end the serious statement on a humorous note.

I can't say that her answer satisfied me. There was still too much I didn't understand, being as young and naive as I was. What I did know, though, was that her suggestion to go downstairs meant more than just a more comfortable place. At this point, my sexual urges were becoming quite a bit stronger than my ability to logically think through the situation. Without knowing it, I was already experiencing her theory on being a sexual slave.

We helped Mai pull out the sofa bed, giving us plenty of room to continue our conversation. Of course, I don't think any of us had conversation in mind. I, at least selfishly, didn't want to talk at all. I didn't know what part I was going to play in our threesome, but I did know I was ready for just about anything. It was impossible to tell what Lonnie was thinking. Glassy eyed and visibly trembling, he looked like a lost teddy bear.

"I guess we all know why we came here. We only have a short weekend to accomplish quite a lot, your ongoing education and my ongoing need to be satisfied. Nobody is going to bother us, so let's strip down to our underwear," Mai instructed.

She wasn't going to get an argument from me. I was already pretty aroused, and I did want to get some of my suffocating clothes off. I turned to my brother and saw that he had already begun flinging discarded garments to the four corners of the room. When he was finally down to his jockey shorts, I could see that he was suffering from his usual erect condition. Mai, on the other hand, was taking her time. She had gotten up from the bed, and was standing in the middle of the floor, swaying to some imagined music.

I immediately stopped undressing, having reached the stage where my bra-less breasts were bared, but my pants were still belted to my hips. I did not want to miss anything the TV woman was going to do.

Her movements were slow and sensual. She ran her hands over her entire body, giving special attention to her breasts, ass, and the faintly discernible mound that marked the juncture of her legs. Although she had not removed one article of her clothing, her actions had already caused my brother to reach inside the waistband of his shorts, and take his straining hardon in his hand.

Both Lonnie and I could see that she was not wearing a bra, but even though the suit was unzipped, her huge tits remained hidden behind the thin fabric. Her cleavage was totally visible, and because of the way the garment was constructed, her exposed skin looked like an arrow, beginning at her tits, and pointing to the small, white panty patch that covered her womanhood.

With a shrugging of her shoulders, the top of the jumpsuit slipped away, revealing her magnificent breasts to our hungry eyes. The skin appeared super-smooth, and her cherry-like nipples were already erect with desire. Tenderly, Mai began massaging her soft mountains of flesh, slowly, starting from the outside and working her way to the nipples.

During this entire time, she continued her erotic swaying. Her rhythm was building, and it was becoming obvious that her hands were starting to become more insistent. They continually pinched and tweaked the darkened flesh, until I thought she was going to pull them from her body. It was while she was doing this that she gave me a mysterious wink. At first, I had no idea what it was for. It was only when she dropped her gaze from my face to my breasts that I flashed back a smile of understanding. It seemed that I was imitating what she was doing to her breasts on my breasts without even realizing it.

When Mai finally stepped completely out of her jumpsuit, she was rewarded with twin gasps of amazement from my brother and me. They were the first sounds to be heard since Mai had begun her dance. The white panties that we thought Mai was wearing were not panties, at all. Actually, it was a filmy G-string that just barely covered her plump mound. When she turned away from us, the only part of the material that was in view was a thin strap that was partially hidden between the tight, muscular cheeks of her ass. When she turned to face us again, we could make out a growing stain of moisture darkening the stark, white fabric that clothed her crotch.

While one hand continued to play with her tits, the other planted itself between her legs. Her eyes had become glazed, and at that point, I don't think she was aware that we were there. After stroking her cloth-covered pussy for a few moments, she began trying to work the flimsy piece of material between her fleshy outer cunt lips by rolling it tight, like the other straps of the abbreviated garment. It was then that I realized that something had changed since the time I had seen her with my father. Her pussy was completely barren of all her pubic hair.

It looked exactly how mine had looked when I was a little girl. I loved the way her fat outer lips glistened in the light. I had begun hoping that she would discard the G-string so I could savor the new, delightful sight.

At that moment, though, Mai had no intention of discarding anything. It was soon apparent what she was using the narrowed strip of cloth for. She was masturbating herself with it. While one hand held the material in the front, the other hand had a hold of the strap in the back. Forward and back, the rolled, dripping material went, whipsawing against the sensitive pussy flesh.

In a matter of minutes, her body began shaking out of control with little animal-like cries escaping from her lips. It seemed like it was going to go on forever, until with one final massive shudder she stood perfectly still. I was just about to get off the bed and come to her aid, when she started staggering toward the bed. Heavily, she fell to the mattress, turned on her back, and pressed both hands tightly to her spent cunt.

Lonnie and I were speechless with awe. Never had we witnessed such an intense display of sexuality. When she finally began to recognize her surroundings, Lonnie and I stood on the bed, and began applauding her performance, calling out "bravos" and "encores" to the delight of the vanquished woman. This went on for a full minute before Mai put her hands in the air and signaled for silence.