HEDGED
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Episode 7
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The first week of Mama living with us was not too unpleasant. Tricia tried, as best she could, to restore her relationship with Mama, and while Mama hasn’t been open about her acceptance, she’s evidently been sweet enough to play along.
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At first, I didn’t see the point in deliberately relating to “these” members of my family.
With my wife and mother living under the same roof, I didn’t feel the need to put on a show or be careful about how I went about my business in their sight, at least not until I slowly began to read between the lines.
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I arrived home from work late and fatigued one day. I didn’t see any of my girls when I got in, and I didn’t bother making an effort to seek out any of them because I knew that they were probably fast asleep.
I sneaked into our bedroom so as not to wake a possibly “sleeping Tricia.” I dashed into the bathroom to refresh myself, intending to fall asleep soon after.
I wilted myself dry after my bath and then proceeded to the bedroom. I crawled into bed and moved closer to Tricia, even though it was inadvertent, to kiss her goodnight when I realized how great she smelled.
I took a whiff.
Tricia became aware of my presence as a result of this. She leaned in closer.
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I embraced my wife’s body from behind, apologized for staying out that late, and attempted to explain why.
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Tricia was humming softly and relaxing into my embrace. She had her hand over mine, pulling us closer together. She pulled our hands up until they cupped her b****t and started to squeeze my palm over her n****e.
This was either premeditated or something I’d done or said had somehow turned my wife on.
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Tricia soon stopped having to help me with the squeezing because I was doing such a good job on my own.
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Tricia’s hand moved down across her hip and over it until it fell between us. She found my rod and lightly touched it, exploring its length and girth.
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Tricia slid onto her back and kissed me, her eyes filled with all-consuming need.
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Tricia had no underwear on; Tricia helped me get out of my boxers. She knelt down and fondled and stroked my joystick for a few moments.
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Tricia’s hand has since been on my erect, rigid rod, while mine was on her bust. We kissed and cuddled for an extended period of time, simply lying there and hugging. My fingers traveled up her smooth back. She massaged my shoulders and back. Tricia stretched her upper leg over mine, her calf pressing against my rod, and I drew her over and on top of me.
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Tricia spread her legs, her b*****s, and her pubic mound, pressing down. I felt my rod wedged between her legs.
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Tricia sat up and removed her T-shirt, revealing those firm b*****s that barely moved when she bowed forward. Tricia pressed one of them to my lips to s**k and nibble on.
As I licked and swirled the tip of my tongue on her beautiful, soft bust, Tricia groaned and rattled on top of me.
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Tricia reached down and spread her “glory hole’s” lips to encircle the underside of my rod, and she began to move slowly, the wetness from her glory hole and my copious pre-c*m lubricating her movements.
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Tricia slid along my rod quicker and faster. I could smell her ecstasy and feel how wet she’d gotten. It was breathtaking to see my wife’s beautiful body move on top of me. I reached up to hug and caress the cups, her hair falling around my face. I gave her expanded n*****s a pinch, and that was all it needed to take Tricia over the edge. She shook and shivered, then stopped to press herself down hard to get the best possible contact with her clitoral area, and then she shuddered and let out a deep groan that seemed to last minutes as she came and spilled over my ball sack with her warm female c*m.
“Oh, Greg,” Tricia murmured rather quietly.
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Tricia sighed and fell forward onto my chest, and we cuddled and held each other tight, enjoying the afterglow of our sexual encounter.
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Tricia turned her head to the side, resting it on my shoulder, and we looked at each other and kissed lightly. Just little pecks between our labored breathing.
“Greg, is that you?” We were startled to hear Mama’s voice.
To be continued…
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