Putting together storm – 3

“Putting together storm” Part-3 Continues….

Needless to say, we were both soaking wet by the time we’d finished up with the shutters on all the small windows. The rain was really coming down now with periods of thunder and lightning. Sophia had told me earlier, but reminded me again of her concern and worry for Max. Max truly was terrified by thunder and lightning, had been so all her life in fact. And of course Sophia also told me, she very often reacted to it in strange ways, trying to hide and cover up her fear.

“All I’m saying is…don’t be surprised by anything,” Sophia said as we had stood against the wall on the back side of her home, temporarily shielded from the weather before making our mad dash back inside. “She’s apt to do just about anything in order to keep her mind off the storm, especially if the thunder and lightning gets closer or more intense.

“Thanks for the warning,” I nearly shouted as the wind seemed to be picking up a little. Though thankfully…for the moment anyway, the thunder and lightning didn’t appear to be very close yet, though it was frequent, and beginning to increase in intensity.

When we’d made it back inside, standing near the same towel rack, Sophia immediately began stripping off her wet clothes. “Here,” she said, handing me a large towel. “Take off your wet things and dry them off with this.” We both stripped, and then began drying off, though I soon grabbed another dry towel, once again wrapping it around myself just as Sophia did. Walking back into the main room, we were of course greeted again by Max who remained sitting on the couch, her display of obscene, yet interesting toys now laid out side-by-side there on the table in front of her.

“All set to go,” she announced as though packing for a trip, or an outing to an amusement park, which in this case, was her own pussy. She still wore a white, wife-beater tee shirt along with a white thong, that I could see as she sat on the couch with her knees partially bent, it did little if anything to conceal that pressed in “V” of her split as it pushed against the thin material of her panties. Not to mention of course, her hard twin tipped nipples clearly showing through the thin material of her top.

Twin aroused points of pure hard ecstasy that I allowed my eyes to feast upon. I know Sophia could see what I saw, but didn’t comment on the obvious. Apparently she was used to this…though I was far from being there myself. Max was, and continued to be a disconcerting puzzle to me. She was indeed an enigma of character that had me constantly trying to second guess her intent, continually keeping me on my toes whenever I was around her.

“What about the main windows?” I asked, trying to change the subject and give me reason and cause to avert my eyes away from Max’s continued, almost obscene display of herself.

“I don’t think we need to worry about those just yet,” Sophia started playing along. “At least those can be closed from the inside. But we should think about putting something together for dinner, just in case we happen to lose power for a while.”

“I’m not hungry…what I am, is horny.” Max quipped her eyes locked directly on mine as she even more decadently spread her legs, even going so far as to lift one of them up, placing it on the couch. This simple move now displays even more of herself as she did that. The outline of her sweet succulent looking pussy lips almost winked at me as she smiled in that naughty little girl, flirtatious way of hers. I turned away glancing towards her mother, almost having to will myself in doing so.

“Fine, then go up to your room and do something about it,” Sophia suggested, which would have been my suggestion too under the circumstances. Max of course just sat glaring at her mother. As I stood feeling my cock beginning to stir.

“You know damn good and well I hate being alone in my room when the weathers like this,” she said sullenly. As though to emphasize this very fact, a loud sharp crackle of lightning lit up nearly the entire sky, hinting at the fact that the storm was indeed intensifying and getting closer. This was almost immediately followed by a long rolling echo of thunder that reverberated inside the house. Max’s eyes had opened wide upon seeing and hearing it,

and then oddly enough, if not bizarre enough, she reached over towards the table, grabbed what appeared to be a fairly large purple vibrator with more gadgets on it that I had in my car, and turned it on. “At least do me the courtesy of doing something to help me take my mind of the fucking lightning!” She exclaimed, almost yelling at us.

“Like what?” Sophia asked her in a much calmer tone of voice as Max placed the tip of the now vibrating toy against herself, though merely teasing her split through the material of her sheer thong at the moment. My eyes unfortunately, once again glued to her as she sat doing that.

“Give me something to look at, to concentrate on while I’m doing this. If you don’t…I’ll never get off!” She sincerely asked her.

Sophia turned looking at me, a small smile on her lips, though she again turned back facing her daughter, once again asking the very same question. “Like what?”

“Oh…I don’t know, maybe you two could at least fuck or something. You both seem to be good at doing that!”

Just then another even brighter flash of lightning lit up the room, which was followed almost instantaneously by a rolling peel of thunder.

“Please mother!” She now begged, clearly agitated and upset, nearly dropping the toy she’d been holding against herself as she literally jumped up from the couch a bit.

I know I was standing there with my mouth agape, not believing everything that was going on for one thing, the weather outside making it even more surreal as Sophia and I stood there looking on at her daughter as she once again placed the toy against her split, this time easing away the small patch of material covering her pussy lips. She now held it directly against them, teasing herself through her eyes and remained wild-eyed and fearful.

“I know this is going to sound crazy Tom, but…would you mind?”

It was crazy. The thought of fucking Sophia right in front of Max without the pretense of her peeking at us from her window while we did, was strange enough. But then we’d already entered the ‘Twilight Zone’ a short time after I’d arrived here anyway by my way of thinking.

“Why the hell not?” I heard myself saying. Truth was…it was just kinky enough to appeal to me in a strange sort of way, decadent, taboo…dirty wrong. And it made me even hornier than I already was, standing there looking over at Max as she so uninhibitedly, so unabashedly sat…playing with herself in front of the two of us. I easily undid the knot holding the large towel around my waist, it fell away unceremoniously around my feet, my cock springing up, as it did like a striking cobra. Both Sophia as well as her daughter were looking at me as I did that, my prick still wobbling a bit having just thumped against my lower abdomen.

“Fuck you’re hard!” Max proclaimed, still staring at my prick. I was. Very hard in fact, and very, very swollen. Even glancing down at myself now, I almost felt boastfully proud at the way I looked. I never considered myself as having a gigantically large cock, but at the moment it felt like it. So thick and swollen, the almost purple head straining against itself, a small droplet of precum already leaking from the tip as I stood there hands free, just letting the two of them admire it. As I myself was. And then Sophia allowed the towel she was wearing to come free.

“God mom…you really do have a gorgeous body!” Max told her mother. Which again was strange for me in hearing her say that, and perhaps for her mother too, though she responded in kind, accepting the compliment, and giving her daughter one.

“Thank you honey. At least the years have been kind to me, though I daresay, my breasts still aren’t nearly as perky and well-rounded as yours are.”

Once again this intimate little mother-daughter exchange was sending jolts of excitement and desire up and down the length of my prick as I stood there listening, looking back and forth between them like someone attending a tennis match.

“So…where would you like us? What would you like to see? Have we?” She asked calmly enough, though I caught a lustful edge of excitement in her tone of voice. Doing this…doing what we were about to in front of her own daughter, had aroused…excited her. But then again, it had fucking aroused me even more so too!

Max actually giggled, resettling herself there on the couch even more comfortably. I half expected to see her produce popcorn and settle in for the show. Though what she did do was suddenly lift up her top, exposing her breasts completely, and then scrunched up her ass, peeling the thong she was wearing quickly down her legs, tossing it away with one foot.

“Lean over against the arm of the chair there,” she instructed. “I’d like to start off…with seeing Tom fuck you from behind.”

“Start off?” I thought to myself. “Bloody hell!”

Sophia moved without question however, soon positioning herself just as her daughter had asked, standing off to one side at an angle from where she sat, with me standing behind only a couple of feet away. I could see it in my mind’s eye as though sitting next to her watching us, what it would look like. I grinned, and couldn’t help it as I stepped behind her mother.

“Don’t put it in just yet,” Max moaned hotly. “Tease her a little first,” she added. “Let me see you rub it up the crack of her ass for a bit.”

I began doing that as Max in turn placed the now quiet toy between her own lips, not inserting, not even vibrating, but just allowing it to slide up and down her wet juicy center briefly as I began doing the same to Sophia’s ass. It was pleasurable, and quite a turn on for me, doing so…looking over, watching Max as she in turn looked at us. Even when another clap of thunder and lightning occurred during this, Max didn’t freak out or flinch nearly as much as she had been. Perhaps there was something to this…in again, a strange sort of way.

Putting together storm – 3 will continue on the next page