Chapitre 2065: @2
Two months went by without much changing in our little universe. Mom, Alison and I all slept together now and nothing felt better than lying in bed with a beautiful woman on either side of me; one young and pert, the other mature and voluptuous. I rarely got angry with anyone now, I did well in school and found myself whistling on pleasant days.
Megan slept over at our house often and Alison would tell mom and I the things they did together. Mom took a strong interest in this, especially when it became apparent that Alison had somewhat of a controlling hand in the relationship. Megan had always been shy and very quiet around anyone she didn't know well, but apparently in the bedroom she was much more outgoing and enjoyed being dominated by my sister. On her birthday Alison showed us what Megan had given her and we were surprised to see her pull out a lifelike rubber cock attached to the front of a pair of flesh coloured panties.
My relationship with my mom and Alison had never been better, but sometimes her and mom butted heads. Deep down I suspected mom was insecure about me losing interest in her in favour of my sister, and Alison may have been jealous of the new freedom I was enjoying as mom had ceased to tell me what to do or to punish me for any misbehaviour after her first attempt ended with me buttfucking her over the bathroom sink, while she moaned like a slut.
I did my best to give them equal attention when we were together and to make them both feel special when the other wasn't there, but mom –despite her endowments, and the milk she produced that I could not now do without- still seemed insecure and was constantly buying new outfits and tantalizing lingerie, which she would wear whenever Alison spent the night at Megan's; often filling our living room with scented candles and lying in wait for me in some new negligee barely able to hold her big milky breasts; and we'd fuck slowly as I drank her tits by candlelight.
Summer arrived and one Saturday afternoon I stepped outside onto the hot cement of our patio thinking it was the perfect day to lie around and work on my tan. Lying on a lounge chair with my eyes shut under a pair of sunglasses, I heard the patio door slide open, stop and then close, and bare feet approach. It was mom's voice, "Hey handsome, mind if I join you?"
I opened my eyes and didn't even try to hide the look on my face; mom was wearing a tight black string bikini, barely covering anything as it pressed into her mammoth tits like a couple of eye-patches, with soft flesh bulging around them, the straps seeming poised to snap. After a silent moment she asked "You like my new bathing suit?"
"Oh Yeah,"
"Good, 'cause I got you a new one too, so go change out of those old trunks; it's in the yellow bag in the living room."
I stood up slowly, looking at her figure as I did so, then turned and went inside. I opened the bag and found a navy blue Speedo. I looked doubtfully at it, but then through the glass door saw my mom bending down and taking a sip of my drink in her new bikini and figured it was a small price to pay. I dropped my shorts and slid the Speedo on; it was very tight fitting and my cock was outlined in them as an impressive bulge. I did have a bit of pubic hair showing which didn't look good, so I ran upstairs and grabbed the electric clippers in the bathroom and trimmed the area a little, I checked the tag on the inside and saw they were one size too small, though I'm sure she'd been fully aware; again the consolation was that her bathing suit was one -if not two- sizes too small, so I didn't really worry about it and headed back down.
Mom sat in the chair next to mine and was wearing her own stylish sunglasses and laying perfectly still with a relaxed look on her face. Her head lifted a bit as I came near, "Oooh yeah," she laughed, "that's what I like to see."
I smiled and pointed at her in an absurd pose, giving her the Zoolandercold steelexpression. She laughed and I took a sip of my drink, then sat down in my chair, leaning back and closing my eyes once more. I heard my mother sit up and turn toward me, then the snap of a bottle opening. I turned my head and saw her squirting a glob of suntan lotion into her hand and the faint smell filled the warm summer air.
"Just stay like that, I don't want my man getting burnt," she said as she set the wet palm down on my chest.
The lotion felt cold after the warm rays of the sun and she began rubbing it in in circles, then using both hands she began to rub it all over my torso. Coming from the side she was stretching awkwardly and soon stopped and stood up next to me. I opened my eyes and stared at the dark fabric wrapped tightly over her pussy just above me. She lifted one leg and brought it over to the other side of my chair so that she was straddling it; her legs were amazing. She then picked up the bottle and began to drizzle it over me with a big smile. Then she clicked the cap shut and sat down facing me, sitting between my legs. She began rubbing it into my thighs, then sliding her hands down my legs right behind her, nearly making her giant tits fall out of her top before coming back and rubbing the white line off my semi erect cock leaving a greasy smear across the front of my Speedo.
She then began slowly on my sides and abdomen, moving gradually upward until her arms were stretched out and the mound of her cunt pressed against my balls through the fabric of our bathing suits. She shifted around as she rubbed my chest and the new Speedo felt almost painfully tight. As she started on my shoulders she lifted herself up and sat directly on the bulge in my bathing suit. The tightness and pressure felt exquisite and on either side my mom's thighs and butt cheeks pressed softly against me. She rocked back and forth as she rubbed the lotion into my skin, repeating areas that were done and focusing mostly on my chest and abs, while her giant tits bobbed with the movement of her arms. Through my sunglasses and hers I couldn't see her eyes, but her face seemed fixed as she swayed back and forth, her lips slightly puckered.
Suddenly she stopped and began wiping her hands off on her bare thighs, creating reflections along the contours of her leg muscles, "Alright," she said, without sitting up, "I'll do your back quick and then I need you to do me."
She shifted a bit on my bulge but didn't stand up, "...Does that sound good?"
"Yeah mom."
"Good,"
She stood up and I rolled over. From the same position she rubbed my back and legs, giving me a nice massage but finishing quickly, then stood and got into her chair. I straddled her then and sat between her legs as she had done, but with my legs out and my dick as hard as it had gotten the Speedo was getting to be very tight and I kept shifting uncomfortably as I began rubbing her arms, but found no real relief.
When I got to the shoulder strings of her bikini she pulled them down to hang loosely over her arms and I began sliding my oily hands across her collar bone and neck as well as her shoulders. I moved slowly down her chest in circles, gradually pushing her bikini downward. Mom lifted her back and shifted her shoulders until the top fell down and her big milky breasts hung in front of me, seeming to reach out to me round and full. I massaged the lotion into them and milk leaked out of the nipples as I did so. Mom bit her lower lip occasionally, and although she seemed to crave my lips on them, sucking the milk from them, I resisted, keeping her in anticipation. I kept massaging her breasts though and milk ran down from her nipples and into the fabric of her bikini or into my hands and mixing with the lotion I was rubbing into her tits. I shifted several times in discomfort as I did this, then pressed the fabric of my Speedo against her inner thigh and shifted over to one side. I moved a little too far though and my hard cock, sprang upward hitting mom right between the legs. I looked down and pivoted back awkwardly until my dick sprang free and then rested on top of her mound, pressing my balls against her cunt I worked on the sides of her tits and under her arms.
Mom reached up and massaged her own tits until her hands were wet with oil and breast milk, then brought them down and slowly began stroking my dick with both hands, just pulling upward from base to tip, and then grabbing the base with the other hand and doing it again, over and over as I began kneading her tits roughly, spraying both of us with milk. I stopped and grabbed the lotion and began drizzling it over her glistening body, then set it down and lifted myself up, standing over her.
Mom kept pulling on my cock until I set it down against her stomach and began rubbing it in the lotion, pressing my cock and balls against her and rubbing them around in circles and random directions, covering her skin with suntan lotion and streaks of precum. I got up to her tits and slid my dick up between them. Mom reached down and pressed them together, enveloping my cock in her soft oily flesh. I fucked them steadily feeling the oily friction on my cock, the sun on my naked back and watching my mother stare down at her tits with her jaw jutting out as she rubbed them up and down and shook them. The sight of her massive breasts sliding back and forth against each other as I slid my cock up and down between them was incredibly erotic.
We were both panting hard when suddenly we heard voices coming from the front of the house. One was Alison's and the other quieter one sounded like Megan. Mom and I froze staring at each other. I pulled back and my greasy cock stood out in front of me; there was no way I'd fit it back into my Speedo now. The voices were coming up the side yard, there was no time. Mom scooted forward in the lounge chair and I moved in behind her, straddling it. She was about to stand up when I grabbed her and pulled her down, sandwiching my cock between her asscrack and the rubbery straps of the lounge chair. I grabbed the bottle of lotion and began squeezing it onto her back as the girls came around the side and through the gate.
They both stopped when they saw us, then Alison said, "Hi guys, going for a swim?"
Mom was leaning forward, holding the top of her bathing suit loosely over her breasts, "Yeah, in a minute we will... uh, why don't you girls come out too?"
"Oh I should have brought my swimsuit," Megan said looking down at my Speedo.
"Oh well you can wear Alison's, Alison I bought you a new one just this afternoon, it's in the living room." As she said this mom shifted her butt down and forward, milking my dick against the straps of the lounge chair. I felt a thick drop of precum make it's way out the tip and drip slowly onto the pavement below -hopefully not leaving a visible string.
"Really? Alright, thanks mom, we'll go get changed then." She turned to Megan, "C'mon."
Megan looked down at my mom's ass now; pressed against my pelvis in only a G-string I couldn't help but think we looked awfully suspicious; but Megan just stared a moment and then followed Alison inside.
The door slid shut behind them and I breathed a sigh of relief as I slowly continued rubbing lotion on mom's sides. She groaned and began to rock back and forth on my cock, which actually felt really good against the rubber straps, but after a moment I laughed and said, "Mom, seriously, stop, let me up."
"Fine," she said faking exasperation, "go get in the pool quick, you're not going to get that Speedo back on like this."
"Yeah, I can barely fit into the thing as it is..." I said, raising an eyebrow.
Mom raised one in reply, "Imagine that... Well we can't return them now so we'll just have to live with that."
I crossed the pavement with my dick bobbing in front of me and jumped into the cool water, trying to think random thoughts of ice and winter and math equations. I got the stubborn erection to go most of the way down and stuffed it back into my bathing suit when I saw the patio door slide open and the two girls step outside. Alison looked incredible, wearing a one-piece black bathing suit that fit closely and showed off her tight gymnast figure and perky breasts; in the center was an egg-shaped hole revealing the dimple of her bellybutton and the smooth skin surrounding it. Megan was wearing Alison's old purple and white bikini, which was a little tight on her, but emphasized the virtues of her figure, and seemed to be a trend in our backyard that day anyway. Some of the guys at school thought Megan was fat, but there wasn't any flabbiness to her, she had a full figure but carried it well and looked to be in good shape, especially her abs and lower body. I began swimming laps while they sat down, then got out and toweled off while Megan rubbed lotion onto Alison's back and shoulders. I sat in my spot and took a sip of my drink, "Where's mom?" I asked Alison as she stood up.
"She said she's gonna make daiquiris." Alison then ran and dove gracefully into the pool.
I looked at Megan who pulled her eyes suddenly away from my crotch, but realizing she was busted remarked, "Not a lot of guys wear Speedos,"
"Yeah my mom bought it, I wouldn't wear it in public I don't think, but around the pool you know; I don't want to hurt her feelings."
"You're so considerate. I like it, personally."
"Well thanks."
She looked down at herself, then at me, "Could you do my back Nick?"
"Sure, turn around."
She got up and came to my chair and went to sit right on my legs, which I spread at the last minute, shifting back a bit. But Megan shifted back as well, bending forward and pushing her smooth back and wide hips towards me, evidently wanting the same backrub she saw my mom get. Alison's bathing suit fit her snuggly and as she pushed back it slid along her smooth ass cheeks and now covered only half of each of them. She pulled her pigtails over her shoulders as I poured some lotion into my hand and got started on some long division. As I began rubbing her back she reached around and unclasped the top of her bathing suit. Holding it loosely against her breasts she slid back right into my lap. My dick and balls were pressed into the crack of her ass and no differential equation was going to stop her from noticing my steadily growing cock. I wasn't going to try to stop it either, if she was going to put herself in this position she must expect it, she couldn't blame me. Besides, if she didn't get a lot of attention from the boys at school it might make her feel good to give her best friend's brother a killer erection like this.
The door slid open and mom came out with a tray of daiquiris, setting them on the table and looking over at Megan and I. Megan reached back and refastened her top, thanking me over her shoulder with a red face. She stood up and walked straight to the table, not looking back either out of embarrassment or in the hope that there would still be a question in my mind of whether or not she'd noticed. Mom noticed though and looked a little jealously at the stiff dick outlined in her brand new bathing suit. Megan kept her back to me as she took a sip from one of the glasses, "Wow, these are really good Mrs. Palmer."
"Thanks Megan, they are good, I should probably make them more often, but I always seem to forget."
They talked casually with their backs to me and I looked down at Megan's ass; to be honest I wanted her to come back and sit in my lap for the whole afternoon, Alison's faded purple bathing suit was wedged between her cheeks, but unlike a lot of girls her ass maintained a nice round shape without any support and as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other a small crease appeared on one side where her leg started. However she was standing next to my mother who had turned her back to me and had an ass that could put any to shame, big and round with wide hips contrasted by a tiny waist that only served to emphasize her gorgeous behind. The black thong bikini ran seductively down the crack, revealing in the center a dark spot –only slightly visible- that puckered inward towards her asshole.
I pulled my eyes away and walked to the pool, jumping in immediately. Alison splashed me in the face as I came up for air and a splash fight ensued that ended with me picking her up and tossing her -with her cooperation- and then mom called us to come out before the ice in our drinks melted. We drank the daiquiris and talked for a while about ordinary topics and soon we were all sitting silently in our lounge chairs enjoying the calm weather and sunshine.
We were all wearing shades now and I turned my head to survey the three sexy women surrounding me. Alison lay on her stomach to my right with her face turned toward me and I couldn't tell if she could see me ogling her through my sunglasses until she raised her head a bit and looked out at me over the tops of her own raising her eyebrows and flashing me a smile. Over her mom lay on her back with her big tits resting on her chest round and firm beneath her beautiful tight bikini; from the side I could see her eyes were shut.
Slowly I looked up at the drifting clouds and then turned to Megan on my left; she lay on her side facing me, her broad hips stuck up seductively with Alison's bathing suit drawn tightly around them. The faint outline of her abs drew my eyes, though I couldn't see if she was watching me through her dark rectangular sunglasses.
Mom went inside and got some hamburger patties and put me in charge of cooking them. And so I stood there and barbecued in front of these three women in nothing but a Speedo and a pair of sunglasses. I got spattered a couple times in the process and looked back at them all lined up in front of me, "Hey mom could you get me an apron or a t-shirt maybe?"
She replied immediately, "Oh don't be such a wimp, you're fine."
"Besides," Alison added, "You'd look ridiculous in anapron."
We were all on our third daiquiri by now and the three of them cracked up at this comment and then had a hushed conversation between them that was even funnier.
"I feel like a piece of meat out here," I called.
Megan replied, "...You are a piece of meat," quieting towards the end and looking uncertain if she should have said it.
Alison jumped on, "Yeah work that grill baby!"
"Slowly now!" mom called out, "make us forget our troubles."
They all burst out laughing and I came back and sat in my chair, taking a long sip from my glass, "Ugh, I can't work under these conditions."
I leaned back again and they quieted down. Mom asked, "So are they almost done?"
"Yeah, maybe five more minutes tops."
"We'll set the table then; ladies!"
The three of them got up and went inside and soon returned laughing again and carrying plates and napkins and such. We ate as the sun dimmed and then went inside and watched some TV. Mom left the living room saying she had some work to do on an article and I stayed for another half hour before excusing myself and slipping off to her room, knowing her breasts would be full and she'd be waiting for me to come take care of them. When I got there mom had me lay down on her bed and then climbed aboard, stuffing my dick into her pussy and riding it slowly while I sucked her big heavy breasts.
"Oh fuck baby, I was so horny all afternoon... Those girls have the worst timing."
She started fucking me faster and faster as she said how horny she got watching me cook, and massaging that little bitch as soon as she turned her back, "What were you trying to get me jealous? 'Cause it worked."
She started slamming her hips down harder, and I grabbed her hair as I finished sucking her right tit and pulled until her head bent back sharply. I was thrusting up into her hot pussy now, "Yeah, did you imagine me fucking her right there in that deck chair? Making that little bitch moan,"
Yeah!" mom replied hoarsely.
I rolled her over onto her back and started pumping her from above grabbing both her legs and pushing them off to one side, looking down at my dick sliding in and out between them.
"And maybe I'll do it tonight, if her and Alison are going to be messing around in her room maybe I'll get in on that; fuck the two of them..."
Mom's back straightened and her pussy clamped down on my stiff cock, undulating "Ungh! ...UGH!"
I covered her mouth and reamed her hot cunt quickly, kissing and biting at her neck. Her orgasm went on and soon I could feel my own, "Ugh, mom- here it comes," I pushed her arms up above her head and whispered in her ear, "This is what you get for wearing that thong bikini... you were the sexiest girl out there."
I stroked in and out of her wet pussy a few times and then started pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
Gradually I slowed down and stopped. Once I caught my breath I started sucking her left tit, which was still full and for the next ten minutes I sucked her big milky tits while sliding my dick very slowly in and out of her cunt.
I pulled out and stood up, looking for my clothes. Mom looked surprised, "What don't you want me to take care of that?" she asked looking at my erection.
"No I think I'll save it for Megan..." I replied with a smile.
Unfazed she crawled forward on the bed and began sucking it on her hands and knees while I stood at the foot of the bed. She bobbed her head up and down and slid her tongue all around the base of my cock, savouring the taste and scent of her own juices.
"Oh, fuck,"
I stroked her hair, but she began bobbing violently on it, pressing it into the back of her throat and making gagging noises. In the mirror on her vanity I watched the profile of my mother on all fours, her ass sticking out sharply, sucking my dick as a small droplet dangled from her freshly fucked pussy, swinging back and forth but refusing to break. Spit dripped off my balls and off her lips and finally she swallowed my dick and buried her face against my stomach. She began to swallow repeatedly, milking my dick with her throat.
When she came up for air I pushed her back onto the bed and sunk my dick into her hot cunt once more. I fucked her in the missionary position with her legs spread wide and came again deep inside her.
I took a shower and rejoined the girls on the couch. Alison turned it to Showcase, which was playing some show about an old woman who had a psychic power she used to possess young women at night and then seduce men. The show was basically soft porn and we watched this for about forty minutes before Alison abruptly announced that her and Megan were going to bed. In the scene that had just ended one of the witch's hapless victims was sprawled out on her bed in a white negligee in a room covered with flowing drapes, masturbating in front of an ornate mirror; though the camera work was shy and elusive and my semi-hardon was then met by a Leon's commercial.
Alison and Megan went quickly up the stairs and I flipped around the channels for a while and then went to bed myself, I hadn't heard mom take a shower, but her light was off and I supposed she had just gone to sleep after I left her.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a now familiar feeling: someone was under my covers, sucking my dick. The question was who? Mom had only ever woken me by slipping under the covers right next to me, and this blowjob wasn't quite like Alison; and I soon lost all doubt as to who it was. Alison had probably dared her to do it, and maybe even told her that I wouldn't wake up.
The mouth was small and inexperienced, she couldn't take my cock very far and tended to pull it out and lick it often. I lay still and continued to breathe as though I were sleeping, and soon I felt my balls rising and a tingling sensation in my cock as the wet tongue moved over the head of my dick, pushing me unsteadily towards an evasive orgasm. She was licking the underside and jerking it up and down with only a couple fingers and her thumb just under the head when I started to cum. I shot a thick rope across her face which seemed to startle her, and then another before she could wrap her lips around my dick and then shot three more wads as she sucked on it and swallowed. I caught my breath and tossed the covers off and there was Megan, blushing with two streaks of cum across her face and a guilty, mischievous smile on her lips.
She laughed, "You're not mad are you?"
"Ha, do I look mad?"
She lay down on her side, resting her head on my pelvis; my wilting cock right in front of her face, I could feel her breath on my balls and the wet area around them.
"Mmm," Megan swallowed again, "It tastes as good as I remember."
I lay flat with one hand under my head and Megan lying prostrate along my legs, "What does that mean?" I asked quietly in the dark.
She giggled, "Last time I slept over your sister woke me up at like two in the morning and told me to start eating her pussy. So I did, and there was all this cum inside it, but she was sitting on my face so I couldn't ask her who's it was, she just kept telling me to suck it out, and she started humping me and grinding her pussy in my face and she was like, 'yeah, eat my brother's cum bitch, you love him so much, I brought you something I knew you'd like."
I was kind of surprised to hear Megan talk like this but the image of my sister face fucking her was turning me on again.
"Then she put on her strap-on dildo and fucked me for an hour straight," she laughed, "I came so many times I lost count."
My dick was rising in front of Megan's face at this point, "I'd like to see that sometime."
"Not tonight though," she said; there was a pleading tone in her voice, "I want it to be just you and me tonight; Alison's alright with it, as long as you don't fuck me -because my pussy belongs to her."
She said this last part very seriously, then began tentatively licking and sucking my dick. After a moment she pulled it out of her mouth and said, "But I know something else we can do..."
She sat up and wiped some of the cum from her face and hair, and then started giving me a wet, slippery handjob, spitting on my dick repeatedly. After a minute or so she turned around and pulled her panties away from her ass and, sitting down with her back to me she grabbed my dick and pushed it up into her asscrack. She then let her panties go and in the pale light the head of my dick bulged under the satin, just below the rear waistline. She began to move her hips, sliding my cock between her fat ass cheeks with a wet gooey sound, feeling the shaft of my dick sliding back and forth over her puckered asshole. I pushed up, enjoying the soft resistance of her panties, and put both hands on her ass, guiding her up and down. I pressed her cheeks together and fucked her asscrack.
"God Megan, when I was putting that sunscreen on you today, this is what I really wanted to do."
"Mmm, my pussy got so wet feeling your hard dick against me," She paused, "Is mine as nice as your mother's?"
I thought about this one; what she knew or didn't know, or pretended to know, or could be convinced she was unsure of...
"What, when I was doing her back?"
She laughed, "If that's what you want to call it... Mmph."
She kept riding my dick at the same pace, making a wet slipping noise. After a moment I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to lay face down on the bed, "Wow!.." she giggled with my dick still in between her wet butt cheeks. Now kneeling on top of her I slid my dick back until I felt the head touching her tight little asshole. "And just what are you implying by that?"
"Do you think my tits are nice?" she asked, "I used to think they were big, but your mom's are huge."
I pushed against her asshole and felt it part slowly, taking my dick. The little smartass kept giggling and I put one arm across her back and set all my weight on her, this only made her laugh harder –if more labouredly. I stopped with my dick buried just an inch or two up her ass, hesitating.
"Motherfucker," she hissed.
"What did you say?"
"You fuck her don't you? You fuck your sister."
I pushed my cock past the halfway point in one motion, pressing her face further into the mattress, then fucking her in short strokes.
"Who told you that?"
"You just did,"
Her laugh cut short as I pushed my cock down her ass until my balls pressed against her satin covered pussy. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I pressed her shoulders down, but everything I did to this girl only seemed to amuse her. "O-o-o-h, hoho ho ha ha ha haa!"
I pulled my dick back and almost out of her ass, then slowly began pumping down into her, making slapping noises from her damp ass cheeks against my pelvis.
"You ever fuck your mom like this?" She asked, "I bet she likes it in the ass... Is she an anal whore?"
I couldn't believe the language coming out of this sweet and seemingly innocent girl, who'd always been so soft spoken and polite, especially around my mother. The mattress shook as I fucked her ass faster. "Yeah," I said, "But her ass is way tighter, your daddy stretch this out for me?"
She laughed, "I've never taken it up the ass before. You're my first."
"And how do you like it?"
"Uhn, I love it." She said frankly, "You're dick is so big."
I pushed her face into the mattress and slid my cock up her ass in long strokes, shaking the bed loudly, over and over amid her muffled laughter and squeals of delight. I just shook my head and continued pounding her, looking down at her smooth back and the line of her spine, running along it like a snake as she began curving her ass upwards to meet my strokes. Her ass was actually really tight and I fucked her with the same downward stroke that would make my mother cum quickly and soon her muffled screams denoted an orgasm, though I was fucking her so hard already I wouldn't have even noticed otherwise. I pulled out and stepped back off the bed, "No!" She swiped an arm back and then rolled over, writhing in the tangled sheets, rubbing her pussy and squeezing one of her big tits as she started to laugh again, "Ohh you're a bad boy,"
Truthfully, this other side of her was really turning me on, especially when she came forward, kneeled in front of me and began sucking my dick, taking it out of her mouth just long enough to say, "You taste like ass!" before plunging it back in. Having just came I still had a ways to go, and wanted her to rub my balls, but rather than say so I just grabbed her head and pressed my balls flat against her face. My dick bobbed on her forehead as I rubbed her face up and down and side to side. The bitch was loving it. Her face was wet and contorting as I rubbed my dick and balls over it back and forth, then I pushed her down onto the carpet on her hands and knees with her fat ass pointing up at me, her asshole opened just slightly and I stuck my dick back down it, fucking her hard.
"Ugh! Yeah motherfucker! Give it to me!"
As I buttfucked her , I began slapping her sweaty ass cheeks, which of course she loved. She was sliding forward in jerky movements with her hands, knees and face pressed against the carpet until I busted a nut balls-deep in her ass and stood up. She lay in a heap on the floor and I crawled onto my bed and pulled at the mess of sheets until I was partly covered and closed my eyes, still panting. The room was lit only by the numbers on my alarm clock and a pervasive silence hung now in the air.
"Woo!," Megan was breathing heavily, "Oh shit... that was unbelievable!"
I was exhausted after a day in the sun and... various activities, and passed out while she was still on the floor, not expecting to find her still there when I woke up the next morning.
It was eight o'clock. I sat up and looked down at the naked girl sleeping at the foot of my bed. I just shook my head and tried in vain to fight off the smile that crept onto my lips. I got dressed and straightened my outfit as I stepped up to her, laying in a heap, bare ass naked, hair still stuck to her moist skin. I nudged her with my foot. Nothing. I nudged her again. She stirred and looked up at me, squinting.
"You better get back in Alison's room before my mom gets up."
"Yeah," she replied quietly.
She then sat up and added cheerfully, "Do you want to fuck me again first?"
Ignoring her question I asked, "You're not going to tell anyone about this are you?"
"About you and me?"
"About anything that happened or that you think may happen in this house..."
"Well who's asking?" She smiled, "My boyfriend?"
I thought for a second; the word had a bounciness to it; there was something in her tone evocative of girls' magazines like Seventeen; though I knew more now than to lump her in so easily with the naïve character of those awful publications... The guys at school may have a lot of fun with this, I thought, but I knew she had me cornered...
"That's right," I said holding out my hand and pulling her up.
She got on her toes and kissed me. She lingered for a second then pulled away with a blushing smile, "I'll go see if it's okay with Alison!"
She turned and hurried out the door and I heard mumbled voices in the next room.
At breakfast no one asked Megan how she'd managed to get a carpet burn on her face, but Alison smiled at me knowingly. Mom didn't say much.As I'd expected, Megan made a big deal out of being my girlfriend and soon all my friends knew. She would come and sit with us at lunch, or pester me in the halls when I'd be in the middle of a conversation. I don't know what people thought of our relationship as I'd often tell her to fuck off when she did this only to have her come back a little while later, asking me stupid questions and begging for attention. Luckily she did have Alison; the two were always together and Alison would rein her in whenever I gave her a look asking her to do so. Meanwhile Megan's friends would always watch me in the hallways and giggle to each other as I passed or smile at me knowingly, though I didn't know what that meant.
Megan's parents had always liked me and never batted an eye at me staying over at their house and fucking their daughter. One such Friday night Mrs. Michaels had made a Turkey dinner to celebrate my coming in first at the regional swim meet and, in the course of conversation Mr. Michaels mentioned, "I'm going to be building a deck in the backyard this weekend Nick, I was wondering if you'd be willing to give me a hand?"
"Sure,"
"I'll give you a hundred dollars for your time and if you've got a friend who could use the money I'll give him the same. It'll probably only take a few hours if there's three of us."
"Yeah, I think I know a guy who'd be up for it."
After dinner I called my friend Liam and mentioned the offer. Liam was a big guy who played hockey and would likely be pretty useful. He was happy with the offer and agreed to come by at 10AM Sunday.
That night Mr. and Mrs. Michaels went to bed early, leaving Megan and I half a bottle of wine. As she walked up the stares Mrs. Michaels turned and said suggestively, "Now don't stay up all night you two."
"We won't mom."
"Goodnight Mrs. Michaels."
Megan curled up beside me on the couch and we sat drinking the wine, listening to some album of her parents,' and soon were making out. Through her cotton t-shirt her skin felt warm and enticing and we ended up going to her room almost immediately, throwing back the last of the rich-tasting red wine before doing so.
Megan's room was still much as it had been when she was younger; with frilly curtains, and pictures of horses everywhere, horses running, horses jumping, horses in wide fields and green paddocks, their shining coats emphasizing the contours of their muscles and limbs. The juvenile decorations however belied the sex-kitten that Megan had become, and though I often disliked her personally she had no problems with me taking any frustrations out on her in the bedroom. That night I bent her over her white lace comforter and reamed her ass, pressing her face into the pillows and stuffed animals she had on it. Megan loved it rough and if I wasn't fucking her hard enough she reach back and hit me or scratch me until I grabbed her arms and pinned her to the mattress, fucking her like a cheap slut while her parents slept soundly in the next room.
I woke up with the stale taste of wine in my mouth and found that my morning wood was wedged in the crack of Megan's ass. Of course, one thing led to another and soon I was on top of her slowly fucking her ass in the morning light. We didn't make any noise though as we could hear her parents moving around both upstairs and down. I slid slowly in and out, pressing my hips into the soft cushion of her ass, burying my dick smoothly between them. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Megan and I froze and without hesitation the doorknob turned, "No don't come in!" Megan called, but it was too late.
Mrs. Michaels walked in wearing a kimono-style robe and looked at me lying flat on top of her daughter with only a sheet wrapped over us; my dick was throbbing in Megan's tight ass. "Oh, sorry guys," she said, "I just wanted to know how you want your eggs?"
"Mo-om!"
"What? I know what you're doing in here, you should be happy I don't get upset."
She smiled, and her light red hair hung loosely past her shoulders, her face was freckled, and with the loose-fitting robe I could see a patch of them across her chest. She had a trim figure as well as high cheekbones and a proud face and standing in Megan's doorway she looked quite attractive really. I don't know how Mr. Michaels had gotten her to marry him.
I rolled off of her daughter and let Megan turn onto her side. "Why didn't you ask through the door? Or wait for me to answer?"
"Alright do you want eggs or not? Nick?" Her eyes were on my cock, bulging under the thin sheet, "what are you having?"
"Uhh, I'll have sunny side up I guess."
"Okay, Megan?"
Megan looked at the clock on her dresser, "Oh, I don't have time, I've got rugby practice in a half-hour."
I shifted under the sheet trying to downplay the outline of my cock, but ended up making it worse, "Well you've got to eat something, especially if you've got a practice." Mrs. Michaels replied, her eyes drifting back to my cock.
"No, I don't," Megan added in an irritated tone, warning her mother not to pursue this argument.
"It's not healthy, even if you do lose some weight by not eating."
"Mo-om."
"Oh come on, Nick; do you think she's fat?"
"What Megan?" I laughed, rubbing her tummy as she swatted at my hand, "Yes."
"Nick!"
"I'm just kidding Megan," I laughed.
Megan began to pout, then turned to her mom, "Okay are you done? Could you get out of here?"
Mrs. Michaels paused, looking at me, "Alright well Nick, your breakfast will be ready in say ten minutes. Is that going to be enough for you two to finish up in here?"
I laughed at the question and circumstance, "Uhh, yeah, thanks Mrs. Michaels."
"Well at least someone appreciates how cool I'm trying to be here."
"Yeah well, are you done being cool mom?" Megan asked pointedly.
"I'm going, I'm going," she looked at me as if to say, "teenagers..." and left the room.
"God, I'm sorry Nick,"
"No don't worry about it," I said, climbing back on top of her.
She pushed me off and started grabbing up her clothes, "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you after you called mefat..."
I thought of arguing with her or even taking her by force -which I knew she'd like- but just to spite her I let her get dressed and leave instead. I went and took a shower and then came down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Michaels had managed to get Megan to eat some toast after all and I sat down at the table as Megan was putting on her shoes. The door slammed as I cut into the first egg, slicing the yellow orb of the yoke and watching it spill gradually over the white surface; dripping slowly onto the plate as I stuck a loose piece and brought it to my mouth. Mrs. Michaels walked back into the room, her shoes clacking on the ceramic tiles as she came and sat down across from me.
"Well..."
I smiled.
"So... I hear you're doing really well in school this year."
"Yeah, I've been doing okay."
"Just plugin' away..."
"Yeah," I replied good-humouredly.
There was a brief silence, "Well sorry for barging in on you two."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I thought you were very cool about the whole thing. I'm glad you're not mad."
She laughed, "Well when I was your age my parents caught me with a boy once and they went nuts; they pushed him out the door with almost no clothes on and they yelled at me made a real big deal about the whole thing; meanwhile I really cared about that boy."
I nodded, chewing as she continued, "I know that Megan really likes you –though she'd probably get mad at me for saying so- but I trust you with her, and besides, youth is a time to enjoy yourself, you're in your prime and there's no reason to live like a monk when you're sexualdriveis at it's peak... I mean, it seems unfair for me to treat sex like a crime when I know there's nothing any healthy teenager wants more, and it can really be a very positive experience."
"Yeah, I don't know why there's so much guilt surrounding sex –like in school and everything."
"Oh I know, trust me, when I was young my parents were very strict, but it doesn't really stop there for a woman," She lowered her tone and began to speak very personally with me, "You know, I've always had a strong sex-drive, but for a woman to acknowledge this even like I'm doing right now, is frown upon, let alone to state what she really wants, you know? It's like I'm just supposed to wait for it to come to me, whether it will or not."
I nodded and folded a piece of egg together, mopping up some of the yoke on the plate, "I mean a boy reaches sexual maturity around your age, but he's surrounded by girls who don't know how to really enjoy sex, or how to give pleasure very well either –plus they think they're just going to look better and better with every passing day, and don't really savour youth, or just take advantage of what life is giving them."
"Wow, you should come speak at our school Mrs. Michaels," I replied, "I think you're really on to something."
She laughed, "Yes but even if they let me I'd be made to feel guilty for stating these opinions, that's why it takes women so long to learn the virtues of sex and the art of being sensual." She paused, "Because I feel I've reached my sexual peak now and look what I have to deal with, I didn't marry my husband for his skills in the bedroom, and now he's gradually losing interest in sex altogether, and here I am masturbating, alone, when I should be able to enjoy sharing myself with a real, appreciative, man."
I stuffed a forkful of eggs into my mouth to avoid answering, but nodded sincerely. "And so I finally understand now what it's like to be a young man, frustrated, unsatisfied... unappreciated. And it all seems such a waste."
"Well I wouldn't worry too much about your daughter, she seems unafraid of letting herself go... If you don't mind me saying."
"No, no. Not at all. But I doubt she knows how to really give of herself, how to really bring pleasure to someone else; she can be very selfish, and I have a feeling from what I saw this morning that her enjoyment of sex is probably because of what you're bringing to the table..."
I hesitated, uncertain what she was implying. "I don't know if you realize it Nick but you have a very big dick." She stated with a smile, "I could see it outlined in the sheets this morning; I'm sorry if I stared but as I've said, I've only now come to appreciate these things and... I'd appreciate it even more if you'd give me a better look..."
I swallowed the sweet tasting mouthful of eggs and stared into her eyes, fixed on mine, her anticipation was apparent and yet her expression was like that of a tiger drawing in, certain of it's prey. 'And why not?' I thought examining the smile on her lips; the gleam in her eye.
As I stood her eyes fell to the front of my pants. I pulled my belt open and stopped, looking down at her fixed expression. After a moment she reached up and began opening my pants, then grasping the sides with her thumbs, she pulled them down with forceful movements back and forth, her long nails scratching my sides lightly. My dick hung out in front of her, growing quickly erect, and pointing up towards her face, which bore a hungry expression.
As it became fully erect she watched it, until it began to bob in her face to the beating of my heart. Her voice escaped as she exhaled unevenly and her breath blew over the sensitive skin of my cock. Suddenly she moved forward devouring it, taking deep breaths through her nose and twisting her head from side to side as she moved up and down over my dick. She was salivating over it and her mouth was like a pool of hot liquid flowing viscously over my cock again and again as she drew it around with her soft and agile tongue.
I set my hand down on the table as my head swam momentarily and Mrs. Michaels sucked my dick with an expression that suggested she enjoyed it even more than I did. I reached down to her shoulders and the silk robe she wore, which I pushed to the sides and over her soft shoulders. She pulled back from my dick breathing heavily with several strings of spit hanging between my cock and her glistening lips. She pushed the robe back over her shoulders and onto the chair behind her. With her mouth hanging open she rubbed her large breasts and looked up at me with a wanton expression, leaving the strings of spit between us and pursing her lips around clenched teeth before wrapping them back around my cock and sucking it passionately.
After several minutes of standing there, getting my dick sucked, I took a step back from her, but she simply followed me as though her mouth were stuck to my cock with a magnet and as I took another step back she slipped out of her chair and onto her knees. As I continued backing up into the living room she followed me and was soon on all fours, stretching her head upwards and sucking wetly on my cock until I took one long step back and it slipped from her mouth. I backed up further and she kept coming at me on all fours, lowering her face now and looking up at me. I sat down on the couch with my legs apart and watched her approach; the light patterns of freckles across her shoulders and chest and her face gave her even more the appearance of a stalking cat as her shoulder blades moved back and forth and her spine swayed smoothly from side to side, framed beneath by the smooth round cheeks of her ass.
She reached the couch and crawled up on top of me, spreading her legs around mine and wrapping her arms around each of my shoulders, bringing her smiling face up to mine, but drawing back as I went to kiss her wet lips. She surged forward and back in my lap, bringing her breasts to my face only to pull them back again, twisting her hips but leaving my cock untouched as it lay against me. I grabbed her lower back and pulled her up towards me, pressing her breasts into my face I began to suck and lick them as she threw her head back and writhed against me. Then I grabbed the soft cheeks of her ass and pressed her down into my lap, my cock lay lengthwise against her wet pussy and she began to slide it up and down along the length of it, making it hard as a rock before she pulled back and skillfully pushed it up into her without either of us having to hold or position it.
We were panting in each other's faces as her hot glove pressed down onto my cock, enveloping it in the smooth sweet sensation of fucking a hot, eager woman. Like being in the one place youknowyou're supposed to be, I looked at her rapt expression and thought of nothing but the sensations we were experiencing as she twisted her hips from side to side and rode my pole like it was all the world to her and everything in it.
She came quickly, within only a minute or two, and held nothing back as she rode me hard, grunting and cursing; her clenched eyes rolled back and she squeezed the hair on my head and dug her nails into my chest, the pain accenting the overall sensation as her sweaty body collapsed against mine, still slowly humping my cock. She breathed hotly on my neck and began to lick it and kiss it and soon she was sucking firmly on it as she began riding my dick in earnest once more.
She twisted my dick inside her, pressing it firmly against the walls of her vagina as my hands roved wantonly over the slick contours of her moist skin. I held her ass with one hand, squeezed her chest against mine with the other, and began pumping hot cum up into her insatiable pussy. She came again as I did so and bit my shoulder as she dragged her nails over my back and I pumped up into her hard, shaking her entire frame and interrupting repeatedly the long ongoing moan she released.
I then pressed her back onto the couch with one hand flat against her chest until she lay lengthwise next to me; her legs spread wide. I moved over her and held myself up so that there was no contact between us until the head of my wet dick lightly touched her thigh. I moved it to the side and pushed it up her cunt slowly, sliding in just to the point where our legs would touch before drawing back again and again, so that the only point of contact between us was my dick in Mrs. Michaels' wet pussy, sliding smoothly in and out, tingling like electricity in her hot cunt. She didn't put her arms around me or touch me at all, but rather turned her head from side to side and moaned as she moved her arms haltingly about, "Oh, yes. Just like that, fuck me just like that."
Suddenly the front door opened and Mr. Michaels stepped in. He looked down and slipped his shoes off before his eyes met mine and he froze. He looked shocked and unfortunately had a view right between our naked bodies to the cock firmly lodged in his wife's pussy. His mouth opened but he didn't say anything.
Jean looked up, "Paul, what are you doing home already?"
"...The Hardware store was closed,"
"Well why didn't you call or something?"
He looked dismayed but surprisingly calm as I got off his wife and stood naked in their living room, my semi-hard cock glistening with her wetness. I turned and walked quickly into the kitchen, grabbing my pants and putting them on as the two of them spoke hurriedly. I came back into the living room and looked hesitantly at Mr. Michaels, "Nick, could you maybe leave now honey," Mrs. Michaels said to me.
"Yeah, um... Sorry about this."
"It's not your fault Nick," she replied.
I stepped out the door forgetting my shoes but, not wanting to go back in for them I walked home in my socks. It was bright and warm out but I felt uneasy and apprehensive and stepped in the front door wondering what consequences would come of this.
Megan called me that night, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I sighed, "Yeah, I'm sorry... Did they patch things up?"
"Patch things up? Who gives a shit aboutthat? I'm talking about us! Now you're fuckingmymother too?"
I paused, having no response.
"I mean how many women do you need Nick? I thought I was putting up with a lot from you already, but this?"
"Megan," I said flatly, feeling a quickly growing disinterest in her, "What do you want from me? You fucking blackmail me into dating you and then complain about it."
"Well maybe I'll just tell everyone that youfuckyour little sister, that youFUCKyour fucking mother!"
"And what'll that get you? My whole family will hate you, Alison and I will never speak to you again, what are you gonna hang out with the fucking kids in the marching band or the ugly dykes and lesbians on your rugby team?"
"I don'tneedyou guys!"
"Then do it." I said firmly.
There was silence on the line, then I asked, "So is your dad still there?"
"Of course he's still here," she said, her voice sounding strained, "My mom told him to stay, so he did."
"What did she say?"
"She told him it was his fault because he neverfucksher, and he should just be glad that she hasn't left him already."
"What did he say?"
"He cried, of course, and she called him a wimp."
I thought for a moment and she continued, "And he agreed with her because he is a fucking wimp, and then they went upstairs together and now everything's fine; they still want you to help with the deck tomorrow."
I couldn't believe how well he'd taken it, "Really? Let me talk to your mother."
"No way, pig."
I hung up the receiver and thought for a moment, lying on my side, staring ahead vacantly. Alison wrapped an arm slowly around my chest, "Are you worried she's going to tell people about us?" Her voice was quiet and comforting; soft curls of her hair tickled my back as they slid downward.
"No... I know she won't... I'm more worried about Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, I still have to see them tomorrow. I don't know what I'm going to say."Mom turned over and kissed me lightly, her large naked breasts pressed against me, just below Alison's arm. "Don't worry about it honey, Jean's always worn the pants in their house. She's been complaining about him ignoring her for years, but he seems to care more about his World War One collection than he does about her." She paused, "and let that be a lesson to you; the day you buy a Kaiser helmet or some Nazi leaflet you'll know you've crossed a line."
Alison interrupted, "Mom, the Nazi's were World War Two..."
Mom rolled her eyes, making a face that said, "yeah, yeah yeah,"
"Fine, World War Two. But anyway, Paul never did have much –down there to begin with, and it doesn't always work like its supposed to anymore. Frankly he's lucky to have her –and he knows it.
"Still, I feel guilty about it."
"Don't baby; knowing Jean this was bound to happen with someone." She paused, "And I know what she's like when she wants something... I even thought of sharing you with her myself; we used to be in love -but it still would have been odd, and plus I didn't want to."
"How in love? Like when did you stop you know –seeing each other."
"Well," she smiled, "we didn't want to live like outcasts you know -and never have families or anything; and we both still loved men; the feel of a man," she said, sliding her hand along my arm, slowly moving downwards under the sheets, "The feeling of a man inside you..." Her voice lowered, "The taste of a hard cock..."
She lifted the sheets and slid downwards beneath them. I turned onto my back with Alison's small frame leaning against me and we kissed as mom began to suck my dick.
"Well thanks for not staying a lesbian mom," I said.
Alison laughed, "Yeah, thanks mom."
There was no reply except her mouth sliding up and down my hard shaft. I pressed my head back into the pillow and Alison latched onto my open mouth, sliding one soft leg across my abdomen, just above mom's bobbing head; her skin was so smooth.
BRRRING-NG-NG... I looked over at the phone on the nightstand, BRRRING-NG-NG.
"Ugh,"
"It's Megan," Alison assured me.
BRRRING-NG-NG...
"You might as well pick it up," she said, propping herself against the headboard, "She'll let it ring alll night if she has to."
I groaned and picked it up, "Hello?"
"Nick?" She had been crying.
"Yes?"
"You're not mad at me are you?"
"No Megan, I'm not mad."
"You sound mad."
"No. I just wish you wouldn't threaten us like that; Alison too."
"I know. I love you guys." She paused and there was the distant sound of her wiping her nose, "But you don't love me do you?"
A shudder ran through me as mom's wet blowjob began to pick up, "Megan, you're Alison's girlfriend, me and you, that's more for show, but I like you, I always have. I'm sorry I slept with your mom, she was... pretty pent-up, I doubt I could have stopped her."
"But you didn't try to..."
"Let me talk to her," Alison whispered, taking the receiver, "Megan, hey. Yeah I heard... Well look I'm sorry; he's an asshole... Yeah... He just follows his dick... Yeah... Yeah..." She looked at me, "Well he's a walking hard-on, your mom must have noticed that."
The voice in the receiver quickened and in the quiet of the bedroom I could hear Megan telling her about her mom barging in on us 'with her pussy hanging out.' I laughed quietly at this and Alison smiled at my reaction but quickly regained her composure, "Yeah I would have been too, I can't believe she did that."
I remembered then the conversation I'd had with Mrs. Michaels but it was very difficult to weigh circumstances at the time as I twisted slightly, pulling back as mom swallowed my whole cock and began bobbing on it in fast tiny strokes. My dick was all the way down her throat and sliding in small movements up and down. The texture was surprisingly rigid and I cringed repeatedly at the intensity of the sensations this created as her lips made wet sputtering sounds and her tongue slid out and pressed into my ball sack. The wet sensation was incredible and I tossed the sheets over onto mom's back so I could watch her face as she choked herself on my cock, sliding lewdly up and down now in long movements, a thick sheen of spit covering my dick and the area around her cheeks and lips.
"I'm sorry -what?" Alison had been speaking affectionately with Megan during this time, "Yeah, I know... Mm hm... Well look, I've got to go, but I'm gonna make this up to you okay, I promise."
Through the receiver I heard Megan tell Alison she loved her, Alison lowered her voice and said sincerely, "I love you Megan. -Believe me, when I get a hold of you you'll forget all about this stuff... Mm hm... Mm hm..."
The 'mm hm's went on as mom began to focus on the head of my cock, sliding her lips over it repeatedly, or holding my dick between her teeth and beating her tongue over it back and forth as the phone cord lay across my chest, moving and shaking intermittently.
Through the receiver I heard Megan ask to speak to me again, "Um, he can't come to the phone right now."
"Why not?" I could hear the irony in her tone.
"Why do you think?" She laughed, "...Uhhh, yeah... yeah, our mom is sucking his dick as we speak... Yeah, well you know -it is pretty good" she laughed, "...Alright, yeah, I'll call you tomorrow... Yeah, while he's slaving away on your new deck we'll have some fun of our own... Alright, okay... okay... bye... I love you too... bye."
She handed me the phone and I hung it up for her. I turned back to her with a smile and she swatted me on the shoulder, "That's from Megan."
"Well I guess I'm getting off easy."
Alison smiled, looking down at mom, who flexed her shoulders and arms as her face bobbed up and down on my dick, "Is that supposed to be a pun?"
"Ha, yeah, I'm almost there..."
"Mom, stop for a second,"
Mom lifted her head up, wiping a hand across her mouth, "What?"
Quickly Alison slid her left leg over me, straddling my waist. She reached down and grabbed my cock and pressed it against her tight entrance.
"Hey..."
I looked down over Alison's shoulder, "Sorry mom,"
Alison pressed her tight pussy down onto me saying over her shoulder, "I want him to cum and then fuck me."
I was very close already and Alison's tight little pussy easily put me over the top; before I was halfway in my orgasm struck me and I started shooting thick wads of hot cum inside of her as she sank slowly down. The walls of her vagina spread around the head of my dick as it shot hot bursts of cum. As she pressed steadily down I felt the increased pressure in my balls and with each shot I had to push harder to force the semen up into her. Clenching every muscle in my body I squeezed Alison against my chest and pushed upward past the opening of her womb and shot one giant glob of cum into it, followed by two smaller ones as the pressure faded and I let go of her, realizing then how hard I'd held her against me.
"Okay you ready?" she asked, looking down at me as I tried to catch my breath, "Cause we're just getting started."
She leaned forward and pulled her cunt slowly off my dick until it was nearly out before she pushed back down onto it, fucking me steadily. Her tight cunt seemed to suck my dick as she pulled away and the load of cum inside her kept it moving very smoothly. I felt a hand begin kneading my balls roughly and looked down to see that mom had her face buried in Alison's asscheeks and was following her movements, quietly giving her a rimjob as she rode my dick.
After a while Alison began pushing my cock up into her womb again, fucking steadily in and out of its tight hole. Alison seemed glad that I wouldn't cum again for a while and drove a steady pace in and out of her deepest entrance, building up a strong orgasm which she seemed reluctant to begin. Her eyebrows raised and her closed eyes rolled upwards as she seemed to be ignoring the sensations she was experiencing until gradually her forehead wrinkled further and further until she pressed down against me and grunted into the pillow; her small tits pressed between us and her smooth skin rubbed back and forth over mine as she humped me furiously; her pussy undulated over my dick, clenching it, then releasing, clenching it –clenching it tighter still, and then releasing. Mom sat back on the foot of the bed and watched Alison's smooth little butt bounce up and down on my cock as a trail of cum ran slowly down my balls.
Alison fucked me in long strokes and seemed to be having multiple orgasms as she just kept moaning and grunting and fucking me like an animal. Finally she forced her weight back and pulled herself off my gleaming cock. Mom caught her as she fell back, rubbing her pussy; her legs jackknifing in and out.
Soon she relaxed and laughed nervously, "Oh – my – god."
Mom laughed, "Oh my god is right –are you okay honey?"
"Oooh, ooh," she swallowed, "Never better..."
"Well good, then you won't mind me finishing him off."
As mom straddled me Alison panted, "He's all yours."
She crawled over shakily and lay down next to me as mom rubbed her hand up and down my cum-soaked dick, and then wiped it along the crack of her ass. She then wiped up the cum on my balls and did the same; mounting my dick and pressing it against her asshole. It slid in about halfway and then she stopped. She pulled it out and got on all fours saying, "Alison, could you spit into my ass honey?"
Alison laughed at the question, "No problem! You need anything else?"
We all chuckled as Alison held mom's butt cheeks apart and spit down into her ass. Striking it hard, the wad of spit hit the crack of mom's ass and slowly ran down to her open asshole; some of it dripped in, pulling the rest in after it. Alison took a moment to draw up more saliva and then pushed it out with a bubbling sound. The spit stuck to her lips and it took a while before it made its way down to mom's ass on a silver string.
Mom set her head down on the bed as Alison began fingering her asshole and spat once more before pulling back and coming to lie down next to me as mom, facing away from us, slid her ass down onto my cock. My dick slid smoothly inside her now and mom moved her hips up and down quickly, pressing my dick up her ass at the angle she seems to prefer whenever she's in control. I held her hips as she moved up and down, her slick asshole clutched my dick and slid over it like wet silk as Alison pulled the covers over herself and curled up beside me, kissing my neck slowly and gently with her eyes shut. Mom was breathing harder now and had her hands on her knees. She fucked me up and down like that until Alison had stopped kissing my neck and seemed to doze off. Mom was using long stroked now and at one point she pulled out too far and my dick slid up past her ass hole and across her tailbone, swinging quickly down against me as mom sat on it lengthwise, "Whoops,"
She turned around and looked down at Alison, who was breathing slowly with one arm across my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. Mom leaned down and kissed me quietly as she pressed my dick back up her ass, resuming her previous pace. She pulled her moist lips from mine and replaced them with a nipple, pink and soft, with a drop of sweet milk hanging from its concave tip.
I held the fat nipple in my mouth and sucked the milk slowly from it while mom rode up and down on my cock. Her wet pussy pressed against me on each down-stroke and left a wet spot on my stomach. Her pussy would stick slightly to this wet spot each time and, as the hard nub of her clit pressed down or pulled off, she would pivot her hips and slide it along the wet surface. Her large heavy tits bobbed in my face and I felt again the creeping euphoria in the back of my neck, as I became conscious of Alison's sweet breath stirring across my chest while mom slid her asshole over my dick again and again.
I finished drinking from her right breast and she turned her chest to offer me the other. As I sucked her left tit now the right moved lightly through the thick curls of Alison's hair and as we fucked it began to rub against her cheek. Mom lowered herself and held still with her left breast in my mouth and her right resting flatly against Alison's face. This way it wouldn't rub against her at least, and mom began to pivot her back and fuck me in a twisting, grinding motion while I milked her steadily and Alison remained sleeping.
The soft nipple gushed her milk into my mouth as I sucked it, and I began to flick my tongue back and forth over it, swishing in a pool of milk as I swallowed continually. "Uhhhhnnng!"
Mom was grinding my dick harder into her ass and moving faster, turning her clit from side to side up against me, "Ahhh!.. Ahhh!.. Ahhh!"
She began to cum and her asshole clenched the base of my dick tightly, as her nipple slipped suddenly out of my mouth while I still sucked it. I swallowed the milk in my mouth and put my one free hand onto her lower back, feeling it writhe against me as mom attempted to cum without waking my sister. Alison's head shifted against me and her soft lips touched my neck, still breathing slowly. I felt my cock swell inside my mom's ass as I began blowing my load inside her; mom grinded from side to side as I sprayed wads of cum up her butt.
We slowed down then and mom pulled my dick out of her ass and lay down next to me, lying just as Alison did and, pulling the covers over herself and I, she turned off the bedside lamp.
In the darkness she whispered, "That was great Nick... I love you baby."
"I love you too mom,"
After a minute or so she asked, "What was it like fucking Jean?"
I paused, "Fucking Mrs. Michaels?.. She was something else..."
Mom laughed quietly, "Yeah I'll bet... If you want to you can fuck her again, I won't mind. She could really use the attention you know."
I thought about it for a moment and mom seemed to read my thoughts, "And don't worry about Paul, he'd never confront you. You'd just be like a pinch hitter. I've always felt sorry for Jean when she told me how much of a dud her husband was in bed... I wouldn't feel bad about baby, okay?"
"Okay mom."
We lay together in the darkness until sleep overtook me.
...I found myself walking in a lush forest filled with small animals; rabbits and lizards leaping and crawling about. I stepped outside the tree line and stood before several grassy hills as well as pools of clear water, all circular and steadily lapping as though something moved below their surface. All around this area the forest reasserted itself; a wild wet canopy of emerald and brown.
I kneeled at the edge of one of the pools and lowered my face to its surface. The water was clean and dark and my reflection formed and broke over and over in the steady movement of its waves. I touched my lips to the surface and drank from it, and with my closed eyes I could feel the patterns of the water's motion as though I were spread across its surface, moving perfectly with it.
A strange sound came to me again and again as I lay dinking, and soon I raised myself away from the water, and looked around. Far away near the forest wall I saw something move and felt drawn to it. I stood and walked towards it and as I grew nearer I saw that it was a cage and inside it a tiger strode to and fro, watching me with dark eyes. The sound had been its grumbling roar as it paced impatiently, running its sides along the bars and suddenly stopping as I drew near. It pressed its face between two of the thick iron bars and I felt compelled to approach. Suddenly it was a woman who pulled me forward and took my dick into her mouth. The sensation felt so real I squirmed and panted and suddenly kicked out, waking in bed as Alison pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me in the morning light. Mom was downstairs already and I looked around quickly before relaxing again.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"A forest..." I panted, "and water..."
I stared at the ceiling trying to remember the images as they faded in my mind like overexposed film, clinging to the round pools and the hills and –something...
I stepped outside into the warm light of summer and made my way to Megan's house. I'd left late so that Liam would be there before me and I wouldn't be alone with either Mr. or Mrs. Michaels. Alison and Megan were there when I arrived, but it turned out Liam was running late and so I called him on the kitchen phone with the two of them sitting at the table while Mrs. Michaels emptied the dishwasher. Mr. Michaels walked into the room and briefly we made eye contact; I nodded uncomfortably and he nodded as well, having already averted his eyes as he began helping quickly with the dishes; I turned aside asking Liam what was going on, and he said he was just about to leave his place and would be over in about twenty minutes.
Alison didn't leave until Liam had arrived and as her and Megan went out the door I nodded to her smiling, and she smiled back with her cute, contagious smile and I could have kissed her if it weren't for all the people present. She and Megan were going to catch a Matinee and then go swimming at our house. I introduced Liam to Mr. and Mrs. Michaels and they shook hands and made small talk before Paul took us over to the coffee table and showed us the basic plans he'd drawn up and explained what materials and tools he had.
I was glad to have Liam there and soon we were laughing and cracking jokes in the heat of the July sun, listening to some classic rock station and drinking beers Mrs. Michaels would bring out from time to time. Paul joked around with us too and soon it was as though nothing had happened as we worked side by side, making fast progress.
It got hotter as the day went on and soon we all had our shirts off and were slowing down a bit. Mrs. Michaels came out more often now with drinks and sometimes I'd see her in one of the windows watching us. In the heat of the afternoon she had changed into more comfortable clothes as well and came out to us with a few beers wearing a small red tank top and tight cut off jeans –cut off very short- which she wore with the top button opened; her tight abs and trim figure were quite apparent and I noticed Liam staring at her a couple of times –when I'd been able to pull my own eyes away.
"If you guys don't mind I'm just going to sit out here and try to get a little sun."
"Yeah sure honey," Paul said, turning immediately to Liam and I, "Alright now what I want to do with this piece here..."
Mrs. Michaels turned and walked over to a deckchair sitting under an apple tree near the center of their yard and dragged it over into the light while Paul went over the next phases of the deck.
As we worked I stole glances constantly at Mrs. Michaels, lying out in the sun, her long silky legs were crossed together and as she perspired the sunlight shone on all the contours of her body. She sat facing us but I couldn't tell if her eyes were opened or closed through her dark sunglasses.
I noticed Liam watching her as well from time to time, but I never caught Paul even glancing in her direction unless to say something, or ask where something was.
We seemed to be running out of lumber though and after a while she called him over and said something to him and he nodded and turned to Liam and I, "It looks like I didn't buy enough planks guys, there's enough here to keep you going until I get back, I'm just going to run out to the store, alright?"
"Sure, no problem." Liam replied.
I nodded, "That's cool,"
"Oh I should probably stop by your mother's too," he said over his shoulder to Jean, "And help her with that thing."
He turned back to Liam and I, "Yeah, Jean's mom had one of her toilets stop working. You guys just do what you can until I get back, just take it easy and we'll pick things up again later."Sure."
"Alright," he looked at the deck, "Yeah, it's coming along nicely."
After he left Liam and I placed the remaining boards and tidied up the loose tools and materials, the deck was nearly complete. Mrs. Michaels got out of her chair and walked over to us in long strides, "Lookin' good boys,"
"Thanks,"
"Come on inside, I'll get you something to eat."
When we got inside Liam went to the washroom and I stood in the kitchen alone with Mrs. Michaels. Her skin had warmed in the sun and darkened as had mine and in the cool air-conditioned house I felt the mild tingling of sunburn on my back.
Mrs. Michaels stepped up to me, speaking closely, "I hope you're not upset about what happened yesterday?"
"No, I'm kind of surprised how well Mr. Michaels seems to have taken it."
"Yes," she looked off to the side for a moment, "I can do whatever I want. Paul knows that."
She placed both her hands on my chest and raised her face towards mine; instinctively I placed my hands on her hips and drew her pelvis against my own. A wicked light crept into her eyes and she stood on her tip toes; as the sound of water ran through the pipes she whispered in my ear, "Why don't you go use the washroom now... and take your time..."
I couldn't resist her impish smile and kissed her lips, "What are you gonna do?"
She giggled, "It's a surprise... You like surprises don't you?"
I grinned back at her, "I have a feeling you're full of them,"
"Well I know you like me, so that must mean you like them."
I just smiled back as footsteps approached, "Alright,"
We pulled apart at the last second and I nodded at Liam as I walked past him into the hall. I took a piss and looked at myself in the mirror, checking my back I could tell it was pretty burnt, though it hadn't started to hurt yet. I stood and waited for a couple more minutes until I heard a dish fall and rattle on the kitchen floor. "That's my queue," I said quietly to my reflection, flushing the toilet and washing my hands unhurriedly.
I stepped out the door and came slowly down the hallway; I could hear panting in the kitchen and the sound of the table legs sliding discontinuously along the floor. I turned the corner and there was Mrs. Michaels with her cut-off shorts and a pair of red lace panties down around her ankles as Liam had her bent over the blue kitchen table, fucking her in short quick movements. Jean looked up at me wide eyed with a big smile. When I saw Liam's concerned expression I laughed, and he just smiled back and then grabbed Jean's shoulders and continued fucking her.
"I'm guessing you told him," I asked her.
Jean nodded as she moaned. Liam gave me a thumbs-up, "Nice going man -she's a grade 'A' MILF."
Jean's smile broadened into a toothy grin as she steadied herself against the shaking table, then stood up and turned so that Liam stopped fucking her and took a step back, "Let's go up to my bedroom boys, quickly."
She pulled her pants back up and took Liam's hand in her left, and mine in her right and pulled us behind her up the stairs. When we entered the master bedroom she turned around, pulling at my pants as Liam dropped his once more and kicked them off, standing there bare ass naked. Liam was bigger than me in every respect but one, which I was glad for as Jean held my stiff dick with one hand and began slapping it against her outstretched tongue, while moving the other up and down Liam's cock.
She then buried my dick in her face and began bobbing on it with her lips folded in over her teeth and the same look of revelry as before. I set a hand on her head and looked over at Liam, the two of us laughed at the situation and, looking down I saw Jean's mouth grinning around my cock as she bobbed on it lewdly; spit dangling off her chin. With her mouth open wide and filled with a dick her high cheekbones stood out prominently and the small wrinkles of her face were smoothed utterly away. Her eager eyes looked up at me and her face, stretched open as it was had an otherworldly, and very erotic appearance; as though she were some alien creature now in its natural state.
She pulled back and my dick fell wetly from her mouth as she turned then to Liam and began to suck his cock while sliding her hand up and down the length of mine, pushing the foreskin over the head and then pulling it back over and over. She sucked our dicks back and forth for quite a while and then stood up facing us with a predatory grin; the front of her shirt was wet with spit and a string of it still dangled from her chin. She pushed Liam towards the bed until he fell back on it and lay there with his wet dick bobbing just over his stomach; she then bent down and slowly slid her pants off, pointing her ass at me, then tossed them aside. Then she turned to face me and slid the panties down in the same slow motion as Liam raised his head and watched with wide eyes. The grin never left her face as she turned and climbed onto him and, with a sexy pivoting of her hips, pressed his dick up into her.
The two of them fucked in front of me and I climbed up onto the bed, standing next to them, offering my hard dick to Mrs. Michaels. She lunged at it and struggled to suck it and ride Liam's cock at the same time in wild disjointed movements.
Jean's eyes were fixed on mine as she bobbed on my cock with Liam holding her hips, groaning underneath her. She then dropped her weight onto him and moved her hips in circles as she swallowed my dick. Her throat seemed too tight and squeezed my cock as it slid down it, and when she swallowed the firm walls of her throat milked my cock mercilessly. She let it slide out and then forced it back down again and again, swallowing it and massaging my dick with her firm hard throat.
Watching her grinding her pussy down on Liam and feeling her rippling throat milk my dick I felt my balls rising until I began to cum. My cock slid from her throat as Jean turned to say something to Liam just as my climax hit and I grabbed my cock and started stroking it as a white streak fell across her hair; she looked up with surprise as another thick rope shot across her face followed by four more. With her face drenched in cum she began humping Liam harder and faster as an orgasm swept through her. She started sucking my dick again with her vibrant face covered in jizz. She pulled her lips off my dick and said, "I want you to fuck me too."
"Okay,"
She waited and looked at me and I realized that she meant, while Liam was fucking her. I got behind her and pressed the head of my dick up against her asshole, "Ooh! Oh no, I meant fuck my pussy... Both of you studs."
I looked over at Liam who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely; he shrugged and so I pressed my dick against Jean's already full pussy as she held momentarily still. Slowly her wet cunt wrapped over the head of my cock and I began pushing the rest in after it, sliding my dick along Liam's and stretching Jean out like a Christmas ham. She moaned loudly over and over as I slowly slid my cock inside her and then began pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. Soon the muscles along her back relaxed and she began pushing down and up, taking over the movement as I held still and let her fuck our two dicks as she pleased. She began fucking harder and harder and when she came her pussy clenched down on Liam's cock and mine forcefully. She screamed and her head shook and Liam later told me she looked like she was giving birth as she rode our dicks screaming and cursing; her contorted face crisscrossed with dripping streaks of cum.
She continued fucking us and it wasn't long before she came again, this time she couldn't keep a steady movement and just flailed between us making loud noises.
"Come on boys, fuck me harder! Fuck me! Oh god your dicks are so big inside me! UUUGGGGHHH!!!"
I slid my arms down under hers and pulled her up against me, holding her naked body up in front of Liam with her arms out over her head as she bucked and squirmed on the two cocks inside her. Liam came then and I felt his hot cum flood her pussy.
As he calmed down he smiled in disbelief looking up at me, then he glanced behind me and his expression turned to shock. I looked over my shoulder to see Paul standing in the room watching us with a vacant expression. I let Jean fall against Liam and she began moving between us again, fucking herself with our dicks as I tapped her on the shoulder repeatedly but got no response.
"Don't stop Nick," Mr. Michaels voice came from behind me, "It's okay, keep fucking her... I don't think she's had enough..."
Jean looked over her shoulder, said nothing and then continued riding our cocks. Liam looked at me and I shrugged and grabbed hold of her hips as they rose and fell, realizing then that Paul had probably never left the house, and that all this; the running out of wood, stooping at Jean's mothers, had all been contrived.
I felt like a pawn in some game, but with Jeans hot cunt sliding up and down on my hard cock I figured it was a pretty good game to be caught in, and so I pushed her hips down, impaling her on our dicks. Jean moaned and seemed on the verge of another orgasm, and I started fucking her in long strokes as Liam began to do the same. We worked together so that as one of us pushed up into her hot cunt the other would be pulling out, only to slide in as the other withdrew. In this manner we piston fucked her while her husband sat down in the chair at her vanity, watching. Jean threw her head from side to side and I pushed her down flat against Liam who held her tightly as she went through an ongoing orgasm, yelling and cursing as Liam's strong arms flexed around her, his hands squeezing each other white knuckled as all the muscles along Jean's sweat glazed back strained and pushed against him.
"Oh FUCK!" she yelled out, "Fuck me with those hard cocks! Fuck me! Fuck me! A-A-AAAAAHHHH!!!"
I folded both my arms across her back and set my weight down on top of her as I busted a nut deep inside her stretched open cunt, maintaining perfect sync with Liam's piston fucking rhythm.
Cum flowed down over our cocks and soon Liam came again and his dick slowly wilted and fell out Mrs. Michaels as I continued fucking her sopping pussy. I lifted her up to let him get out from beneath her and rolled her onto her back. Jean was like a sweaty rag doll at this point and her eyes bobbed languidly in her head, her eyelids lay heavily on them and her hair stuck to her cum-glazed face. She moaned quietly as I positioned her at the head of the bed and looked up at me only briefly as I resumed fucking her, holding her legs up against my chest. Her wet pussy was very loose now and made sloppy noises as I fucked into it over and over. Liam lay next to us catching his breath and over in the corner Mr. Michaels had his pants open and was masturbating with a rapt expression on his sweaty face; his penis looked like a child's and he looked sort of pitiful overall.
"Don't stop," he said breathlessly.
I looked back at Jean who seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness, her face was flushed and bore a dreamy expression. I pressed her legs down against her chest, pointing her pussy up so I could fuck down into it, making loud sloshing noises as my dick rubbed the walls of her stretched out cunt. She moaned intermittently and I pushed my cock down into her and felt the warm sensation of my balls slipping in after it. The wet walls of her drowning pussy pressed against my balls now as I pushed them in with each stroke and soon I buried my dick deep inside her and shot rope after rope of hot semen into the pool of her gaping cunt.
Panting I withdrew and sat down at the foot of the bed. A string of cum dangled from my cock and Mrs. Michaels may sprawled out naked, covered in sweat, her eyes lolling in her head, panting weakly as cum ran steadily out of her pussy and onto their duvet, leaving a wide puddle between her legs.
"Ugh... Ugh!"
Mr. Michaels groaned as he moved his hand up and down on his small dick; although he was obviously having an orgasm I didn't notice any cum anywhere on him or his hand. I bent over Jean and kissed her open mouth; sleepily she kissed back after I'd already stood up, and then I turned and went to the bathroom to clean up. Liam followed me in, ("Just to get away from [Mr. Michaels],") and we washed our dicks and shared our mutual amazement at what had just happened. When we went back into the room Mr. Michaels sat up quickly on the bed, he'd had his face buried in Mrs. Michaels' sopping wet cunt, though his expression seemed to deny this and he pushed his little dick back into his pants and zipped them up as Liam and I gathered our clothes and got dressed.
"Well guys," he said, straightening his shirt, "don't worry about the deck, I'll finish it up tomorrow."
"Alright,"
"Sure,"
He fished out his wallet and counted through a wad of twenties, giving us each a hundred dollars.
Talking about it later, Liam and I had both thought of telling him it wasn't necessary, but neither did and we simply pocketed it as Jean came around, looking over at us, a smile spreading across her lips, "Oh boys, that was heaven..."
"Thanks Mrs. M." Liam replied, "You were great too, that's ...'best sex I ever had!"
"Yeah, thanks Jean."
"Mmm..." She blinked slowly, "we'll have to do this again some time."
I looked furtively at Paul, as did Liam; he smiled, "Yeah, sure."
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