When I returned to the living room with the tray of drinks, Rita and Frank were both working on getting his erection under control. Rita was only trying to help but Frank pushed her hands away and reached inside his fly and pushed his hard cock to a more comfortable position. When he zipped back up, Rita stood back and looked to see how successful he had been. She scrunched up one side of her lips as her look indicated that she considered his efforts to be partially successful. She was correct.
I set the tray on the coffee table and Frank turned to me and said, “Jesus Jack. Your sister is fucking hot. What a body?” Rita playfully punched him on the arm for his inappropriate remark, but I could see that his statement had opened the door for Rita to resolve Janet’s earlier off-hand comment when we were on the deck.
I ignored the inquisitive expression on Rita’s face and responded to Franks comment, “She is, isn’t she?”
Frank grinned and walked past me heading for the kitchen. He was adjusting his erection further as he whispered to me on the way by, “So’s your Mom.” He shook his hand like he’d been burned as he continued, “Smoking hot.” He chuckled. I looked back at Rita. I could tell by her expression that a light had come on. She walked over to me with a slight grin on her face that morphed into a sultry smile as she reached out and put her hand on my crotch.
Rita looked down from my face as she felt me harden to her touch. She looked back up at my face with an all-knowing expression and said, “You and Janet are getting it on, aren’t you?” She examined my reaction to her question. It was more of a statement with a question at the end that demanded a response. Rita pressed her fingers harder on my erection as she examined my face for a hint of confirmation.
My confirmation came in the form of the ‘guppy in the fish tank’ look as my mouth opened and shut several times attempting to respond with a reasonable sounding denial but nothing came out.
Rita grinned and unzipped my fly. My cock pushed out into her hand. She grinned up at me and then looked down to her hand as she started stroking my cock in that ‘Hi. How are you. Nice to meet you’ hand shaking grip. I was frozen in place and groaned hard. Rita’s Q&A wasn’t over as she stroked my cock and said, “Your Mom too, I expect.” I was an open book and I just nodded as my hips began rocking to aid Rita’s hand job.
Rita’s face was getting redder by the moment as a blank look washed across her eyes. I could only imagine that she was visualizing me fucking my sister and mother. Rita tightened her grip as the pace of her stroking hand increased. My hips automatically adjusted to the new rhythm. I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of my mother’s heels clicking on the tile floor leading into the kitchen. I was disappointed that Rita’s hand job had to stop before my mother caught her with her hand in the proverbial cookie-jar, so to speak.
Mom’s arrival was delayed as she asked Frank what she could get for him. He was fumbling around in the refrigerator and Mom said, “Dinner will be on soon.” Rita was looking up at me with a devious grin on her face and instead of releasing my cock and pushing it back in my pants, she dropped to her knees and shoved her lips down my shaft. I was stunned and I groaned out, “Fuck Rita. Jesus Christ. What are you doing?”
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