SECRET AFFAIR

》》12th《《

My eyes snap open at the sound of someone moaning outside my door, I frown getting up and go to check who it is cause if it's Sarah m**********g no one would know unless they're in her room since it's sound proofed or she leaves her door open to tease me, besides I don't think after last night she's capable of touching that sweet p***y of hers, slowly and carefully I open my door and find Samantha in nothing but her nightgown left open showing her beautiful round boobs...for a woman her age it's a surprise they're still so round and full, with her hand working on her c**t, her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure and her lip tugged between her teeth while looking inside Sarah's room

Curiosity gets the best of me yet again and I tiptoe closer to see what she's looking at, what I see has my d**k hardening....Sarah's in her bed with her legs spread touching herself in her sleep, soft mewls leaving her lips with her eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, I arch my eyebrow when she moans my name cumming around her fingers but doesn't stop them....my self-esteem skyrocketing at the knowledge, I chuckle lowly turning to her mom lusting after her, is there anyone in this house who doesn't want to eat her p***y?? or f**k it??

"Do you need help??" She jumps startled by my voice and looks at me with wide eyes, I arch my eyebrow waiting for an answer while looking at her hand still in her p***y, she hurriedly pulls it away and closes her gown but isn't it kinda too late for that, I already saw her boobs and her bush trimmed p***y.

"No" she mumbles shaking her head, I move closer to her

"Are you sure??" She nods moving away, I step forward with her every step back smirking when her back hits the wall, she tries to move to the side and run away but I put my hands on either side of her head caging her between me and the wall

"Really??" I taunt brushing a piece of her hair from her beautiful face, she nervously chews on her lip...a sinful habit she gave Sarah, what's more sinful is they don't realize how hot they look when doing it. I groan slowly moving my hand down her voluptuous body memorizing her every curve with it and stop between her legs cupping her bare p***y, I look up at her face waiting for her to push me away....there's nothing wrong with being a gentleman after all, but her eyes closes and mouth falls open with a moan encouraging me to move my fingers. I swear if she wasn't drunk in lust right now she would've long slapped me and woke Charlotte up.

"Chase.." she grabs my hand, I quicken my fingers when she tries to move it away from her wet cunt causing her to moan more letting go of it, she and her daughter just have the juiciest p*****s always dripping wet "..I'm gonna c*m" she moans grinding her p***y on my hand, I thrust three fingers inside her groaning at how easily her p***y takes them in and curl them up before pumping in and out of her faster, I shut my eyes feeling my painfully hard d**k twitch in my boxers begging me to thrust it inside her and let her warm wet quivering walls massage the ache away.

"Okay" I pull my fingers out of her just when she's about to cum...finally letting her go, after all she said she doesn't need help, I groan licking my fingers clean and smirk at her looking at me with confusion and lust filled eyes "...goodnight aunt" pulling Sarah's bedroom door close I head back to my bedroom leaving her standing there still looking at me, I head into the shower to knock one out before going back to sleep

SAMANTHA

I'm in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone and for some reason i can't get Chase out of my head or stop feeling his hands on my body or his fingers inside my cunt, after what happened between us with him denying me of my orgasm I couldn't touch myself and finish myself off, even without an order the submissive w***e in me wanted to please him.....his fingers felt so good inside me I wonder how his huge d**k would feel inside me.

"Sammy??" Charlotte snaps her fingers infront of my face snapping me out of my thoughts

"Hmm??"

"What are you thinking about??" Your son's fingers in my p***y "..is it about what happened last night??"

I nod, it's all because of what happened last night that I found myself m**********g to my sleeping daughter and got caught by my nephew

"Do you still think she's addicted to s*x??" She asks

"Yes" I mean after what I saw last night it's all confirmed, no normal child would f**k their father and cousin with their parents in the next room, we had to turn the TV volume up because of her loud moans last night in the kitchen

"People who are addicted to s*x don't suddenly stop having it and then continue later Sammy" she argues

"Well that's all because she was busy f*****g her father" she gasps and my eyes widen "..oh my God I said that out loud, didn't I??" She nods "..fuck, all of this is driving me crazy...she's driving me crazy" mostly sexually

"How did you know she's f*****g Mike??" She asks amused, I sigh putting the pancakes away

"One night I woke up to them f*****g next to me, in our bed" she laughs

"Woah" I glare at her, this is a crisis it's not funny, I've been horny all night thinking about her son's huge c**k in his boxers

"What??"

"This is not funny Charlotte, it's a crisis and if we don't come up with a solution to it my daughter will end up f*****g everyone" and I'll end up cheating on my husband with my nephew

"Then let her.." what?? "..I mean she's already f*****g Chase and Mike might as well let her f**k you" she shrugs, I already did that but she doesn't need to know that

"Charlotte‽‽"

"Okay fine, sign her up in a rehab then.." I nod really considering it, although I hate the thought of having her away from us it's my best option right now "...I doubt she'll come back better though...with that body of hers" I frown at her words

"What do you mean??"

"I don't know, are there no men there?? And do they like tie their hands up or something, how do they keep them from having s*x or m**********g??" I groan in frustration "...just forget about all this and f**k her"

"Charlo..." I growl but she cuts me off

"It's either you f**k her or you let her go out to find someone to do it"

"But.."

"She's not a s*x addict Samantha, she's just needy like I was when I was her age, I mean I was way worse than her but no one send me to a rehab center and look at me now....I managed to get married and have a hot son" she makes a good point there but what if she's wrong and this is serious and why is she always complimenting her son like she does a man she likes

"Aren't you angry she's f*****g Chase??" I growl angry at her calmness, she scoffs drinking her margaritas

"Chase is 21, she's 19 and for all I know he could be the s*x addict with the number of girls that walk in and out of the house" I sigh giving up, I know Michael will kill me if I mention sending his baby girl away, putting the fact that they f****d aside she's really a daddy's girl

"Okay look.." she sighs placing her margaritas down and takes my hands in hers "...we'll act like we don't know she's f*****g Chase and we won't mention this to Mike and watch her behavior, if she continues m**********g then whether Mike likes it or not we're sending her to rehab okay??" She reassures me, I nod sighing in relief, atleast she understands my struggle

"Now stop worrying and get back to making breakfast" she says grabbing her margaritas making me laugh.

"Morning ladies" my p***y clenches at the sound of his raspy voice, I look up and see him heading to the fridge shirtless with sweatpants on, he grabs a bottle of water and turns to us, my eyes involuntarily wonder down his abs to his d**k print...what I saw last night in his boxers can never be unseen

"Morning parents" Sarah walks making me quickly look up and find him looking at me a knowing smirk on his lips, I shake my head and focus back on making breakfast

"Where did you two disappear to last night?? I could've sworn the kitchen swallowed you or something??" Charlotte asks looking between them, Sarah looks up at Chase chewing on her lip like I do when I'm nervous then looks around searching for something to lie about, my darling daughter does such things that require her to lie but doesn't know how

"I...I...I got my period last night" she says avoiding eye contact with anyone

"Really??" We all ask including Chase who's looking at her with amusement clearly enjoying her struggle to come up with an excuse making her even more nervous, I mean we all know she wasn't on her period last night...well me and Chase definitely know from when we were watching her sleeping.

"Yes, wanna check" she nervously says

"Sure" Chase says walking around the counter to her, she glares at him slapping his hand away from her when he tries to grab her waist before walking out of the kitchen, Chase laughs running after her, I shake my head chuckling

"I saw that" Charlotte says making me look up at her confused

"Huh??"

"I saw the way you were looking at my son, the way you couldn't look away from his huge c**k dangling freely in his sweatpants" I gulp down the lump in my throat and walk to the fridge to get some water

"I don't know what you're talking about, you're just imagining things like you always do" I say opening the fridge

"Like when I imagined you had a secret foryou page when we were 16 or that you shot a porn video with a man you don't know and got paid $500 when you were 18?? Okay"

"You said you'll never mention that" I accuse her

"I'm just saying....I don't blame you I'd f**k my son too if given a chance, he looks axactly like his father all the way down to his delicious bulge" she shrugs taking a sip of her margaritas, I think she's drunk and what was she doing to see her son's d**k "...it's been so long since I had a living c**k inside me it's frustrating Sammy and then I have to hear moans coming out of his room day in and day out like what am I being punished for?? Sarah is very lucky" she rants, yep completely drunk

"Maybe we should stop drinking this and have some water" I take the glass away and replace it with a bottle of water, and help her drink it. I'm not ready to listen to her telling me about all the things she'd do to her husband when he was still alive again or things I should do to my husband

"I'm just saying the things I'd do to...."

"Charlotte no...hmm hmm" I quickly cut her off as the kids walk in and Mike descends the stairs

"What's wrong with her??" Chase asks frowning at his mother

"She just had a little too much" I smile

"Okay, let me take her to...."

"No" I quickly say swatting his hands away from her, he frowns looking at his hands then me. I ignore him and walk her upstairs, God knows what she'll do If she's left alone with him in this state and I'm pretty sure he won't mind.