Family Ties/The day after.

You wake up a little past noon with several missed call on your phone from Steven and a few text messages from Timmy. After addressing that and learning Steven and the kids will be home tomorrow evening you toss on a robe and head down to the kitchen to start to coffee maker. Out the window of the kitchen you can see Eric out side with two packed bag beside him, standing in front of Cindy with Tyler by her side. As the parents talk Tyler's hand snakes up the back of his mother's thigh before reaching her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze over her tights, his hand concealed under an extra long sweater. The conversation ends shortly after that and Cindy and her son make their way back into the house, like to rip each other's cloths off and fuck each other senseless. You'd give anything to be the other piece of bread in a Tyler sandwich with his mommy, taking turns on his cock with his mother, confirmed by how painfully hard your nipples are right now.

The ding of the coffee maker is the only that stops you from slipping a hand into your robe and continuing the fantasy. You let out a drawn out sigh and pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit down at the kitchen table, pretending to read a fashion magazine, trying to forget how desperately horny you are. About half way through your first mug of joe there is a knock at the door, followed quickly by the ringing of the door bell. Assuming it's Cindy inviting you over for a mid day threesome with her new lover you get up quickly and adjust the slip of your robe so you pussy is barely covered up and most of your tits, including the edge of your aureolas are exposed. It was a reasonable theory considering the events of the night before so you're shocked when you open the door to find a red head about your height, holding a little boy asleep in her arms.

"Stacy! Oh my God, you haven't changed a bit..." The woman, who you would judge to be in her early 20s, seems to know you and catches on that you're having a hard time placing her, just smiles gently and blushes. "You don't recognize me do you... It's OK, It's been a long time since you babysat me and my brother... It's me Stacy... Tracy."

Tracy has completely grown up, sporting a slender figure and perky, prominent D cupped breasts with a pale complexion and long deep red hair almost down to her shapely ass. A strong difference to the freckled face youngest with budding breasts you last saw over ten years ago, a passionate, all night threesome with her and her twin brother the night before they moved away. "Tracy! Holy... Oh God, come in, come in. Look at you all grown up!" You say with a beaming smile as you stand to the side of the doorway to let her in, not giving a thought to the fact a gentle breeze could split your robe right down the middle.

She follows you into the kitchen where you pull out a second chair which she takes a seat in and adjusts the little boy slumbering in her lap. Tracy in a wearing a short sleeved denim blouse with a single button holding it together of her firm rack, exposing her trim waist and jeweled belly button ring. With out asking you pour her a cup of coffee and take the next closest seat to her. "I can't believe you're actually here. I've actually been thinking a lot about you and your brother these last few weeks. I wish he would have come to.., I would've loved to see him too."

The smile she had worn on her lovely face since ringing your door bell fades slightly as she looks away briefly, seeming to pull who you presume is her son a little tighter to her body. "Mikey... he was killed in a car accident a little over a year. He loved cars and loved to drive fast... too fast I guess..." The knowledge of Mike's fate hurts you on a level you were unprepared for but you manage to push it to the side knowing Tracy must miss him all the more. She still notices your reaction and places a concerned hand on your knee. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to find out like this... I know how much you loved Mikey."

You sigh and give her a sympathetic look. "Almost as much as you did, and he wasn't the only one I loved." Though most of your sexual exploits with Tracy involved her brother in some way there were a few times it was just the two of you naked in a bed and those are among you favorite memories. "I loved every minute I got to spend with you and I'm so grateful you're here. I just can't believe it." You say with a chuckle, lightening the mood. "What made you decide to come out and see me? Actually, while we're on the subject, how did you find me at all?"

Tracy returns your chuckle and caresses the boy's exposed cheek, as he nuzzles his face against him mommy's cleavage. "Well, I actually got a call early this morning from a lady that claimed to be your neighbor. She said that you were alone this weekend and that you had mentioned missing me and my brother a few time to her and she thought it would be a real kick in the pants to drop by for a visit. She gave me your address and well, here we are."

Cindy... must be her idea of a consolation prize for not getting to fuck Tyler last night. You think to yourself. "Well I am so glad you're here sweetie." You assure her, reaching out and drawing her into a hug which she enthusiastically accepts, hugging you back with equal pressure, despite the fact she is in effect, shoving you tits into her son's face. In fact, when she finally lets you go and you're able to sit back you soon notice that the hug set one of your breasts free. You blush fiercely and quickly adjust your robe to cover your large melon back up. "Sorry..., sometimes these things have a mind of their own, I swear."

Tracy giggles in understanding. "Oh, don't I know it." She says, reaching up cup the boob closest you. "...And trust me, if he'd been awake he wouldn't have minded." Tracy assures you, nodding down toward her son. "In fact he may be a little bummed he wasn't awake for that." She concludes with a chuckle, leaving you to decode her meaning and being able to do nothing about the result, your nipples now poking out erect under your robe.

You smile at her and reach over to caress the young boys face. "And who is this handsome little devil?"

The young mother beams with pride. "Mikey's last gift to me..., our son." She sighs. "His name is Micheal Walter but we call him Mickey. He's 4 and a half and his father more and more every day." You had already put his relationship to Tracy together on your own. He's the spitting image of his father and bares a striking resemblance to your youngest son Timmy when he was that age. "Hey sleepy head..., you wanna wake up and say hi to your aunt Stacy, huh?"

After a few gentle nudges the boy finally opens in eyes to reveal the deepest blue eyes you had ever seen. He stifles a yawn and looks at you, smiling and blushing before giving you a timid "Hello...," Mickey then stretches in his mother's arms and looks up at her. "Momma I wanna kiss the dragon..."

"OK sweetheart..." Tracy responds lovingly, in a way you're sure that indicates this little angel gets what ever he wants. You have no idea what he's talking about but his mother obviously does as she sets the boy into a seated position on her lap before unsnapping the single button her top to reveal and a silky black bra. "Oh.., I hope you don't mind..." She says, not waiting for a response as she pops the center latch of her bra, freeing her D cupped beauties along with the explanation of what Mickey had been referring to. One her right breast is a tattoo of a dragon with it's mouth wrapped around her nipple, the long tail wrapped around the bottom of her breast and snaking over to the other breasts with the tip ending wrapped around her other nipple. Mickey hungrily pulls her milk bud laden nipple into his mouth and began sucking, indeed looking as if he were kissing the dragon. You watch as a shudder goes through Tracy body as she cradles her son's head as her other nipple noticeably. "There ya go ahhhh baby...' she coos before looking back up at you, a blush on her faintly freckled cheeks. "I told ya... Every bit his father's son."

Every bit... You muse to yourself, recalling just what a horn ball Mikey was and how early it started for him. For some reason you can't pull you eyes away from Tracy's breasts, not that she seems to mind at all with Mickey looking directly at you, his eyes moving from your face to your cleavage and back again. Almost desperately you search for a way to continue the conversation and hopefully distract yourself from the unintentionally erotic site unfolding in front of you.

Tell Tracy about your twins.

Ask Tracy how long Mickey and her can stay.

Give in and ask to suck Tracy's other breast.

Family Ties Character Bio		Lust/Attraction Level	Sexual experience	Sexual Partners	Notes
Name	Stacy	Tracy 9 Mickey 7 Tyler 8 Timmy 7 Steven -1	Had many partners Participated in incest Been with underaged boys have played with yourself for Tyler to watch Played truth or dare with Tyler and Cindy. Did everything but fuck them.	Steven Your Daddy (Heather and Jacob's father) Mikey, a kid you sat for (Timmy and Jessie's daddy)	Ready to divorce Steven Cindy and Tyler are now lovers Cindy asked Eric for a divorce Mike was killed a little over a year ago
Age	31
Gender	Female
Experience	Slut
Attributes
Tits	38 DDD Covered in love bites
Pussy	Wet
Fertile	Ovulating
Horniness	10 Desperate