Bab 1537: MARY/MARCY
Hi. My name is Michael. I go by Mike (amazingly enough). I live in a medium sized Texas town with my parents.
I played football for my high school for a couple of years. I am 5-11 and 165 and was a wide receiver before a severe concussion sidelined my career. I never really was too athletic after that.
Nor was I a nerd, though I did well enough in my studies and graduated in the top 10% of my class. College was a foregone conclusion as I was already accepted to several schools. I was set to pursue a business degree so I could make enough money when I got out to get away from this town. I loved my parents, but I felt destined for bigger things than I could find here.
Ah, my parents. Edward "Big Ed," and Mary. Big Ed was a boisterous social animal, thriving on attention. He was the guy in the middle of every party telling jokes and guffawing loudly. He was very different around the house. Not abusive in any way. Just withdrawn and uncommunicative.
My mom, Mary, on the other hand, stayed on the sidelines of most social gatherings, quietly conversing with a friend or two. She didn't drink so she was dad's permanent designated driver.
Dad was 6-2 and a bear of a man. He had been a star linebacker at my same high school and played a significant part in the team winning state his senior year. He also was on a college team that won a national championship, though a horrific knee injury had ended his career before the title game. He is the reason I at least tried to play. It was also his idea for me to quit after the concussion. With his own playing days long gone, his weight ballooned to around 300.
Mom was his opposite in many ways. She was maybe 5-2, with a slim body. Her legs were nice, especially when she wore heels which was not often. I had seen her on the rare times she wore swimsuits. She was a MILF, albeit a shy one.
Being a perverted teenage boy, of course I would sneak into their bedroom and dig around in her lingerie drawers. I had figured I would find white plain panties and unremarkable bras. No. She had nothing but sexy, frilly, panties and matching bras. Did Mom have a hidden wild side? Most likely Dad insisted she dress that way. It did intrigue me to know that she was wearing sexy undies.
When she fixed herself up to go out she was very pretty. Seeing her in a little black dress with stockings and high heels with her hair and makeup done and knowing she was wearing her sexy underwear really got to me. But, she was my mom after all. When she wore her usual dowdy house dresses, the image was not as erotic. As the saying goes, she cleans up well.
About a year ago, I started to notice some tension between my folks. Nothing as dramatic as fighting, but there was a difference in their behavior. My jokester dad was not as jovial as usual and when he did repeat a joke he had heard, Mom didn't laugh no matter how truly funny it was. No fighting but definitely tension. When they did go out, Mom's attire was not very attractive as if she was trying not to draw attention.
I was beginning to think they were just waiting for me to leave the house so they could split up. It was a heavy load for an 18 year old son to deal with. I didn't want to bring it up to either of them for fear I might hasten things along. All three of us walked on a lot of eggshells during that time.
A case in point was my 18th birthday party. It was low-key, I only had three friends over. My folks had two couples over themselves. As usual, dad was getting liquored up and telling racy jokes. And as usual, mom was ignoring him.
After everyone had left I was putting up my gifts, I could hear my parents voices coming from their bedroom. Most of their conversation was too low to hear through the wall, but the louder parts were.
My Mom's voice was the first one I could make out.
"I just might do it then."
"Go right ahead, bitch. You know you want to."
I had never heard my dad speak that way to my mother. I started to burst into the bedroom to protect her. However the voices got low again and soon stopped all together. I think she threatened to leave, I was relieved to see her in the morning without any bruises.
After that, things were better, but still not normal.
******
Dad was never one to talk much with me. With all the trouble going on he talked even less. In fact, over the last two months since my birthday I can count on one hand the times he even said 'hi' to me. All vital information came through my mother, and that was mostly in the form of Post-it notes. Things had definitely turned to the worst.
I was expecting one or the other them to move out of the house any day now. So, when the day came that my dad said "we need to talk," I was certain the news would be bad. His demeanor seemed to suggest that something had lifted a weight from his shoulders. I was prepared for the worst.
"Mike, as you have noticed, things have been tense around hear for a long while."
I lowered my eyes and nodded.
"Your mother wanted me to be the one to tell you this..."
"I don't want you to get a divorce! I know I don't have a say in it. I don't want to see you hurt each other!"
He sat there with a puzzled look and then smiled and laughed. Now I was the puzzled one.
"That's not it at all. In fact we are trying to help our marriage."
What? I mean, uhh, that's great."
"Like I said, things have been tense around here, but not for the reasons you may think. In fact, it may be just the opposite. Your Mama and I aren't trying to break up. We are looking make a good thing better."
I didn't know if I believed that or not. Things had not been "good" in quite some time. But if it could be better, then I was all for it.
"I suppose I should get on with it. You know that I have had some health problems in the last 3-4 years. That's when I started, having, having troubles, you know, man troubles."
He could see the glazed look on my face.
"What I'm saying is thatI can't 'perform' in bed. I can't get my dick hard enough to have sex with your mother. There, I said it. I have tried everything from pills to pumps. Nothing has worked to my satisfaction. I'm sure you don't want to hear about our sex life, but here it goes. We were able to get by with toys and oral sex..."
He was correct, I didn't want to hear about that stuff. I started to interrupt him, but he was on a roll.
"But one night, the truth slipped out. She said really missed getting fucked, pardon my language. I tried to let that slide by. But it weighed on me. I had wondered if she missed it. Now it was out in the open. That is why things have been tense. She tried to get me to forget about it, but I couldn't. I started to pester her, asking how and with who she might get some relief. She would get angry. She said she didn't want some stranger drooling all over her. And that's the way things stood until your birthday party."
"That's, that's way too much information. You are talking about my mother! Why are you telling me this?"
"Let me finish, and you will know why."
I fidgeted in my chair. This conversation was getting even more uncomfortable by the minute,
"I was pretty drunk. I don't remember who brought it up, but we realized that you were now of age, and that your equipment probably worked fine. I said at least we could count on you to be clean and discrete. At first she hit the roof. You probably heard that part. When she finally settled down, she saw that it might be a good idea. She was still skeptical, but opened up to the idea,"
I could hear the words but was having some problems with processing them. Was my dad asking me to have sex with his wife, my Mom? Could I do that? Should I? My head was spinning. My body was hearing perfectly — I was getting hard.
"Of course, you can say no. I have a feeling that eventually she would find someone to do it. I mean look at her, any man would be on her in a minute."
"I, I can't. She's my mom."
"She had the same misgivings until we came up with a plan. This is very important: You won't be mother and son. Not for the purpose of this plan anyway. She will be taking an evening class at the YMCA soon. There she will meet a handsome young man less than half her age. They will flirt, and soon will start dating. This young man will take care of her little problem. This way, she can say it was not her son. I know it sounds convoluted but its the only way she will do it. Interested?"
"Wow. You really dropped a big decision on me. If I would be willing to try, you won't decide to kill me?"
"I won't know for sure until it happens. I'm kidding. I do think I can handle it. One way to know for sure."
"And you will not be there, will you?"
"Oh no. You and her go do your thing. If she wants she can tell me about it. You enroll in her class and let's see what happens. I, we, won't pressure you." .
I had some thinking to do. I have to admit it sounded pretty weird, but tempting nonetheless.
*****
I had showed up early to the the Drawing with Charcoal class. I had my blank sketchbook and set of basic charcoal pencils. The other students trickled in, but I was watching for one in particular. I didn't have long to wait. She came in carrying her bag of supplies.
She was dressed in an outfit I had not seen before. A yellow floral print blouse and very tight black jeans that perfectly hugged her ass. Her hair was cut since I had last seen her that morning. She took the space next to me. She was wearing a very different perfume than her usual scent. It was obvious that she had spent time and money preparing for this class.
"May I sit here?" I nodded. "My name is Marcy, and you are?"
'Mark. Please do sit down."
We were sticking to our aliases. Good.
"You are younger than anyone else in here. What brings you to a drawing class?"
"I could say it was to sharpen my art skills, but I was really hoping to meet women."
Marcy blushed a bit. The instructor came in and we didn't have a chance to talk. When class was over, I offered to walk her to her car.
"I just met you, and besides, I'm married."
I persisted and when we got to her car, I surprised her when I leaned in and put my lips on hers. It was nice but as soon as it ended, she was in her car and gone. She was at home when I got home.
"How was your class, dear? Was you and a bunch of older women?"
"Yeah Mom."
"I could have told you that. The class I'm taking is mostly women. Be careful around those cougars. That is what they call older women on the prowl, right?"
"Yep, it's women who pounce on younger guys. From what I've heard, that might not be so bad."
"You're old enough to do as you wish."
The next few classes consisted of drawing still-lifes with bowls of fruit. And after each class I walked 'Marcy' to her car. This always led to making out standing beside the car. Every session the kissing got hotter and she allowed my hands to roam a little more. I had progressed to squeezing her breasts over her clothes and grabbing a double handful of her fine ass. She did draw the line on getting under her clothes.
Once she did invited me into her car and she drove to a secluded area. We had a hot make out session. While she rubbed my cock through my jeans, I slid my hand under her skirt. When my fingers started to move onto her panty covered pussy, she used the married excuse and broke up the session. I was beginning to wonder when or if this plan would work.
The next morning things were the same as always. Mom fixed breakfast in a modest robe.
"Mike, sweetie, how was your class last night. Mine is starting to get very interesting."
We kept the charade up, pretending we attended separate classes.
"Mine is, too. We are starting on anatomy studies. The female anatomy is our next project."
She blushed but kept in character.
"Is my little boy ready for anatomy lessons?"
"Very ready, Mom, very ready!"
"Well maybe you will get to the good stuff soon."
"Maybe we will."
Later in the day, I called her cell using a friend's phone. She answered with a tentative "hello?"
"Marcy, this is Mark. Can you talk?"
"Yes. I'm glad you called. I wanted to apologize for last night. I got scared. I am married you know."
'I think you may have mentioned that once or twice! Don't worry about it. I have something to ask you. How do you feel about going on a real date?"
"I...maybe, what do you have in mind? I'm..."
"Married. I got that. I'm thinking we cut class and get a bite to eat. No harm there, right?"
"I suppose. if that's all."
"I promise." I even went as far as crossing my fingers when I said that.
"Wear something casual. I'm still too young to get into the fancy places."
We decided to meet at a local burger joint. As usual I arrived first. When she appeared I noticed that she did indeed dress casual. She was wearing a grey tank top and a denim miniskirt with black heels. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and wore bright red lipstick to match her carefully manicured nails. She looked closer to 21 than her actual 41.
"Marcy, you look fine, you should dress like this more often."
"It does draw attention, doesn't it?
"You certainly got mine. Husband didn't mind you going out like that?"
"I'm beginning to think he doesn't care anymore. He just said 'skirt's a bit short,' and kept on reading his paper. Didn't he wonder why I was wearing a short skirt in the first place?"
"He might have an idea." We both knew the answer. "Marcy, I know it's not my business to get involved in your marriage. But after what we have done so far, and what may do soon, I am already involved. We both know where this is going. We can go to my place."
"Your place?
"While I'm in school, I'm renting a room over a garage from a couple. It's pretty private, and has it's own entrance. The couple I rent from are probably sleeping by now."
I had been busy rearranging our old game room into a room fit for an 18-year-old.
"This I have to see. I mean I would love to see your place."
She was to follow me still pretending she didn't know where I lived. I parked in the driveway and led her to the outside stairs to 'my' room. I let her go up the stairs ahead of me, giving me a great view of her legs under her mini.
After a very short tour, we sat down on the only substantial piece of furniture in the room — a badly outdated sleeper sofa that had spent years in our den. I wondered if my parents had ever had sex on it. If they had, she was certain to see the irony.
"I can't offer you anything alcoholic to drink. Unless I go downstairs and swipe some."
"That's okay, I didn't come here for the hospitality."
"Then why did you come here, you being married and all. You could be home with your husband, making love to him?"
"You know why I'm here. As for my husband, he has been unable to have real sex for some time. If it wasn't for that fact I would be home. I would be fucking him."
For a moment, I thought she had stepped out of character.
"He only knows that I need to feel a hard penis filling me up. I'm sure he knows I would eventually find one. It was his idea for me to take the drawing class to start looking."
"Does this mean you have found one?"
She answered by moving closer to me on the sofa, moving her sexy red lips tantalizingly close to mine. She paused, waiting for my next move. I kissed her, savoring the sensation. She kissed me back with an urgency that I had not noticed in our previous make-out sessions. For one thing, it was the first of our kisses that she moved her tongue into my mouth. As it wrapped around my tongue, I wondered how good Marcy was at sucking cock.
Marcy! I realized that for the first time since we had started this role play I actually convinced myself that this hot woman was not really my mother and that we were on a real date. From that point on, I had no reservations about what we were doing was wrong—she was just another girl needing to be fucked. I hoped that she had had the same epiphany.
I pulled back looking at her face in a new light. Gone was the demure, somewhat plain mother. What I now saw was a hot cougar with her lipstick smeared from kissing her young 'victim.' I decided to take charge.
I looked deeply into her eyes. "Say my name, slut!"
"Mark" There was not the slightest hesitation. She did not even flinch at being called a slut.
"Why is a cheap married slut in my room?
"I want to feel you deep inside me"
"No, you want me to fuck your nasty cunt. Say it!"
"Yes, I want your hard cock to fuck my tight little cunt. It's been too long..."
"I don't want to hear about your sexual history — just your future, like tonight."
"Tonight? I just thought we would make out for awhile."
She might have slipped back to 'mom mode' for a moment
"We are going to make out but with a happy ending this time, no running home to you droopy dick husband."
"Yes Mark, I'm yours for the night."
I could read the sincerity in her face. It was time I fucked my date, 'Marcy.'
I went back to kissing her, slowly working my hand beneath her top and undershirt. At first she try to wriggle away from my roving hand, but I got to my prize anyway. Her left breast felt so smooth and heavy to my touch. She shivered slightly when I got to the nipple. My cock reacted by stiffening. I slid my hand over so I didn't discriminate against the right tit. I just had to see them. I motioned for Marcy to take off the shirts. She pulled the tank top off leaving the undershirt on momentarily. It was sheer and I could clearly see there outlines of her sensitive nipples through the fabric. I had wanted to see these boobs since puberty. And soon I would see them unencumbered for the first time.
"Before I take this off, I have a question."
"Okay, I will try my best to answer. As long as you are not stalling."
"Maybe I am a little. Here it is, the right answer gets to see my tits; Why do you want an older woman like me? Is it a mommy issue? Have you masturbated thinking about her?
She really laid it all out there.
"Sure, what teenaged boy hasn't."
"I realize that but what caused you to think of her specifically instead of all the other women."
"For one I think she is sexy when she dresses up to go out. But the thing that I jacked off to for a long time was when I was about 13 or so. I was home early from school and she didn't know I was there. She was changing in her bedroom with the door open. When I saw her she was in only her bra and panties. I wanted to see if she got naked but I was afraid of getting caught."
"I bet she knew you were there, watching her. She may have been hoping that you would stay and see her get completely naked. See her on her bed, masturbating, and saying your name as she brought herself off. So I'm guessing."
With that, she whisked the shirt off, revealing her breasts for the first time. I was transfixed.
"Come on they are just boobs. You men and your obsession with boobs."
I would have made a speech defending men, but we had no defense. All I could do at that point was latch on to one with my mouth. Marcy seemed to be appeased.
"OH Mark!"
The slightly sweaty flesh was better than any meal. I could have spent most of the night licking and sucking her perky nipples. But there was something even better waiting for me.
I was resting my hand on her naked thigh, feeling the silkiness of the bare flesh below the denim skirt. As I moved my hand slowly up, she shifted her body and opened her legs slightly.
I took that as an invitation to explore higher. Unlike the night in the car, I did not encounter any panties as I reached the top of her legs!
"Oh God," she moaned as two fingers slipped smoothly into the well lubricated opening. I could not wait to feel it around my cock.
"Your fingers feel great, Mark, but I need more, right now."I set a record for getting undressed. Marcy's eye grew wide as she saw my cock. Its size was not that big bit it was super hard. She had waited long enough for one that hard. She took the miniskirt off, revealing her body to me. In addition to rounded, full tits she had a flat tummy. At the junction of her shapely legs was a trimmed bush. I had her turn slowly to bring her smooth ass into view. Other than her tanned face, arms and lower legs her body was a pale white. That did make her dark pink nipples really stand out.
She had me sit on the sofa with my painfully hard dick waving in the air. She straddled my hips while lining her hairy pussy up with my erection. The sensation of her wet pussy on my cock head was incredible. When she was ready, she lowered herself down until she was fully impaled. She reacted as if my cock was electrified. Marcy was pumping herself on it so wildly I thought she might fly off. He pussy gripped my cock hard enough to prevent that.
Eventually she slowed down enough for me to get on top. But first I wanted to sample her wet pussy. She did not want me to withdraw, but she moaned even louder when I put my head between her thighs. I am not a master pussy eater, but I made up for that with enthusiasm. My lack of experience made no difference to Marcy. I was able to bring her too a loud orgasm. When I finally came up for air, I kissed my way up her body until I was again kissing her red lips.
"Mark, that was so good. Now I need you to fuck me some more."
"Beg me. Tell where you want me, slut!"
"My pussy, fuck my pussy!"
"I won't fuck you until you ask right."
"Fuck my hot cunt."
"Louder"
"Fuck my tight little cunt!"
"Louder." She hesitated, no doubt remembering that Dad was in the house. She gave a wry smile.
"FUCK ME. GIVE ME WHAT I NEED. "
That doubtlessly reached every part of the house. I plunged into her slick pussy, grinding as deep as possible.
"YES, GIVE ME THAT HARD DICK." I'm sure that was meant to be heard outside this room. And possible outside the house.
I really wanted it to last longer, but the excitement was too much. It was a little late but I suddenly thought about birth control. I know, typical guy.
"I'm getting close, should I pull out?"
"I am protected, fill me up. CUM IN MY HOT PUSSY!"
"HERE IT COMES, SLUT!" I also wanted to be heard.
My cock exploded in Marcy's tight hole.
"Oh my, that was what I needed. She appeared to be satisfied. After a few minutes, she sat up suddenly.
"I need to get home, I'm married."
"Yeah, I know. But do you think it would be acceptable for a married woman to keep dating me?"
"Oh, I think we can work something out."
"Too bad you are in a hurry."
My cock was beginning to stiffen.
"I suppose I have enough time for round two._
******
The next morning Mom and Dad were having coffee at the kitchen table. Mom looked to be quite content. For that matter, so did Dad. I still felt awkward seeing them after last night.
"It sounded like you had a great time with your date last night," Dad always got right to the point. Mom's eyes widened for a second. I assumed he was joining the role play. He then gave me a knowing wink. I relaxed.
"I'm sorry if we were a little loud."
"A little? Your Uncle Sid was complaining and he's been dead a year!"
Mom laughed but the feigned anger. Still it was nice to hear her laugh again.
"Ed! Leave the boy alone. He and the young lady were just having a good time."
"Oh, Mary, I am only teasing the boy. From the sound of it she was no lady. Mike, you and date can make as much noise as you need."
"I'll be taking her out again so I'll keep that in mind!"
"Great. Nothing like a good, hard fuck to keep them coming back!"
"Edward James, you watch your language!"
"If the boy is old enough to do it he is old enough to hear it. Fuck fuck fuck."
"You are hopeless. Mike, pardon your father, but he is using you vicariously. He wouldn't be able to handle someone like your date."
Dad appeared to sag, but shook it off quickly.
"Whatever. We know that Mike can 'handle' her. He should keep on satisfying her for as long as she wants."
"Thanks, Dad. I believe I will." I looked over at mom and gave a wink. She just smiled.
Marcy jumped up from the hot bath she had drawn. The water was getting cool, anyway. She reached her cellphone before the voice mail picked up.
"Hi Mom. You aren't busy, are you?"
"Not too busy for you. You caught me in the tub. I'm naked and dripping water."
"Ooh, tell me more!"
"Well, my hair is pulled up, I have suds on my tits, and I just finished shaving my legs and then some."
"No! You shaved it all? I have to see that. Is that new since Dad left?"
Dad had moved out a while back. As they say, it's complicated.
'Yeah, he was old school about that, and, no, you can't see. We have talked about that."
"I know, but I can't speak for my cock, it's getting hard."
"Do something about it. Here I will let you talk to Marcy." She took a moment to assume her alter personality. "Hi, how's it going? I hear you have a problem that needs a woman's touch."
"When I heard you were standing there naked it got me excited. I think we both need a little help. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, thinking of you with a hard dick is getting me excited. I wish you were here."
"Me too. I want you to go into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I want you to start rubbing your shaved pussy for me."
A minute or so later, He heard her heavy breathing through the phone. He began stroking himself, thinking of her rubbing her hairless twat.
"Describe what you are doing."
"I started rubbing the outside of my pussy, and now I have two fingers inside my wet hole. I'm thinking of the last time you fucked me, wishing you could be here now!"
"Oh Marcy, me too. I want to fuck you again. and many, many more times."
"You do? I'm going to cum!"
When her moans culminated into an orgasmic scream, it triggered his orgasm.
After catching their breath, Mike got back to the purpose of his call; he would be able to spend the summer break with her after all. He would be there Thursday.
******
When Mike arrived, he slept most of first day from sheer exhaustion from final exams and the trip home. When he awoke, he made his way to the kitchen.
"Well, the dead has risen again. Good to see you up and about. Come give your aunt a hug!"
Mike was puzzled, but went with it. He hugged her.
"Aunt Marcy, I assume?"
"That's right. I'm your mother's younger sister. Here to help you while your mom is in Europe for the summer."
"But Mom, I mean Marcy, I thought we were through with..."
"We are, but I am your aunt. It will serve me for the pool party."
"What pool party?"
"The one you are going to throw for your friends that still live around here. The cutest ones anyway."
Mike was catching on now. He knew about her affair with Dave, and he approved. He wasn't so sure about pimping her out like this. But she wanted it , so he was okay with it. He could set it up and sit back and watch her get hit on by guys his age. It could be fun.
"Are you sure? It will be like throwing meat to a pack of hungry dogs."
"Let your Aunt Marcy handle it."
"If you say so. I will set it up."
Mike got on the phone and managed to find four of his friends to come to the party. He knew they were the horniest of his old gang. He wondered which one would get lucky with his 'aunt.' His money was on Tom Meyer. He always seemed to have better luck with the high school girls.
Jim Olinsky also had gotten his share of attention from the ladies back in the day. Both of them were tall and athletic, Jim was blonde and had played basketball. Tom was brunette and heavier than Jim. He had been the back-up quarterback for the football team.
The other two invitees were Lynn and Terry Jameson. They were cousins that went everywhere together. The cousins were short maybe 5-8. They both had jet black hair. Lynn stood out because he was handsome. Terry was on the pudgy side and plain.
The cousins were not really in his sphere of close friends, but Mike was trying to get guys that had never met his Mom.
Mike didn't like the thought of any of these guy's hitting on her, so he decided to really buy into her identity as his his aunt. When he did, he found it easier to take and even somewhat exciting.
On the day of the party, Mike picked up the food and drinks while Marcy had a pedicure and a manicure. She also shopped for a new bikini. Whatever she thought about her soon to be ex-husband, he provided for her financially.
Tom was first to arrive. Mike always had felt intimidated by Tom's physique, and had to admire how he looked in a swimsuit.
The twins came next. Mike had knick named them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in high school and now saw no reason to change that now.
Jim, alway late in school, was the last to show up.
"Mike, is this another one of your sausage fests?"
"That is for your benefit, Jim."
Tom laughed, "Yes Green, where is the eye candy? I'm so horny I would even do your saggy old momma!"
"She's not here but my aunt will be here soon."
"What is she, 70? Maybe if she takes her dentures out."
As if on cue, Marcy came out of the house in her new, rather skimpy bikini. All five jaws dropped. Mike muttered under his breath, "70, my ass."
Marcy had purposely worn baggy clothes around the house since Mike had been home. So he was surprised to see how fine she looked. She had obviously been working out. Her body was toned and tanned. Her freshly painted fingernails and toenails we a brilliant red. The new bikini was hardly more than scraps of black fabric held together with red strings. She wore high heeled sandals to boost her 5-2 height as well as make her legs and ass look their best.
She was the dream of every 20-something man. She could pass for a 30-something herself.
Mike marveled at her body and swimsuit as walked by. He then saw that it was a thong and that her entire ass was exposed! While admiring her taut ass, it occurred to him that only the thinnest strip of cloth covered her asshole. He realized that she was serious about getting laid. He also realized that he was getting hard, and suspected his guests were as well.
"Holy shit," said Tom. "That's your aunt?"
"She's holding up well for her age. What was it you said...70?"
He ignored Mike and kept staring at Marcy's ass. She bent at the waist to set her things down, giving the two guys a glimpse of the outer edges of her little rosebud peeking out from the thin strip of bikini bottom. Tom's swimsuit got tighter for sure.
Tom shifted a bit to hide his erection. "She married?"
"Divorced. Recently. I'm guessing she hasn't had any for awhile. A long while."
"Hmm, really?"
Mike got everyone's attention. "Hey y'all. This is my gorgeous Aunt Marcy. Marcy this is Tom, Jim, Lynn and his cousin, Terry. Watch out guys, she is recently divorced and ready."
She playfully slapped at him causing her right nipple to pop halfway out. She didn't seem to notice but the guests and Mike certainly did.
After that the party was everyone (except me) drinking beer and trying to coax Marcy into the pool. When she went in the water, she was immediately surrounded by horny guys. Tom soon separated her from the herd and had her cornered on the edge of the pool.
"So you are Mike's aunt? I had no idea he even had an aunt, much less one so beautiful."
"Thank you. I am his mother's sister. I moved back here after my divorce."
"So I heard. Tell me, how a man can be crazy enough to let you go?"
"He wasn't crazy, He just couldn't keep it in his pants. He was putting it to his secretary."
"I can't believe that anyone would ever want to cheat on you."
"Thank you again. Believe me, he did. Caught him in the act."
"He's crazy then,"
"To be fair, I didn't look like I do now, but still...what was crazy was that he asked me to join them."
"What?"
"Oh don't act like you would've turned down a threesome. The question is: would you do a threesome with me and, let say, Tim?"
"It's Tom. I suppose. If I didn't have to touch him."
She reached down and felt his hard cock. "I take that as a yes. I will hold you to that."
Marcy pushed her hand into his swim trunks and gave his cock several strokes before going to Tom.
"Did you come over here to feel inside my shorts. Or is Jim that smooth of a talker? And, yes, I could see well enough to know what you were doing"
"I can't play favorites, can I?"
With that she tugged his swimsuit down over his erect cock. She moved in closer to keep the others from seeing. His hard dick brushed her abdomen as she gripped it.
"Is that a harpoon or are you happy to see me?"
"Maybe both. You work fast, if I may say so. Not that I'm complaining."
"I'm divorced, I'm horny. What can I say? By the way, you have a very nice 'harpoon. It's been along time since any one harpooned me!"
"Well, I can help you with that."
He ran his right hand down to cup her all but naked ass and pulled her into his cock. His left hand slid up and he felt her nipple under her top.
"I'm sure you can, in due time. But easy on the groping until then."
She picked Lynn next. He was quite handsome, she chatted a with him and felt the front of his trunks. Nothing too big.
She had saved Terry for last, He just didn't appeal to her, but she put on a smile and swam towards him. Was he moving away? She caught up with him.
"No need to be shy. I am just getting acquainted with everyone."
"I know, but you are so pretty, that I...I get a little shy with pretty girls, er, women."
"You ever go out to eat or dancing with a pretty girl?"
"Yes, at least she was pretty to me. Lynn didn't think so. But I did."
"That's nice. Would you like to go out with me sometime?" He nodded. "If you let me feel your dick, I will take you on a date. How's that?"
"Ok. I would like that. A lot."
After she felt him, she leaned in and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and did what he was told.
When she finally left Terry and swam to Mike, he could see that her face was flush. When they were out of earshot, she confided in him.
"Terry just pulled my swimsuit aside and fucked me!"
"That was bold. I didn't peg him as that forward."
"It was my idea. He has the best cock here. I'm sorry but he does. It is so thick! I couldn't wait to try it out. He didn't cum by the way. I'm saving that for later."
"Wow, so he's your pick. I never would have guessed."
"I didn't say that. There are other factors beside dick size. I haven't sorted through everything yet. And who said I wanted just one?"
She got out of the pool and said, "Everybody let's go in for snacks."
Then to Mike she said, "Did you bring the mustard I like, the one with the burgundy wine in it?"
"No."
"Would you mind? You are the only sober person here."
"But the only place that sells it is clear across town."
"Yes it is, so you had better get going soon."
Mike knew this was only a ploy to keep him away for the better part of an hour. He dutifully obeyed her request and headed across town.
Everyone congregated in the living to graze on the snacks laid out on the coffee table.
The cool air caused Marcy's nipples to stand proud. When she noticed the attention they were getting she made an announcement.
"Your shorts are all wet, so you can't sit down. Unless...unless you take them off! I will start it off.
The 45 year-old mom had the full attention of the guys as she slipped her top off. She paused for effect before she pushed the tiny bottoms to the floor, leaving her naked except for her heels. Everyone else stood dumbfounded.
Finally, one-by-one, they took off their swimsuits off, leaving four very hard dicks pointed at her.
"Wow, that looks like a firing squad. Ready, aim..."
She dropped to her knees and took the closest cock in her mouth. She alternated, going clockwise every minute or so. They were all similar, all in the 6 inch range give or take. The odd man out was Terry. He was closer to 7 inches, but it was much thicker than the rest. When Marcy got to him, She lingered a bit more.
The next round she suck each one longer. Jim was the first to explode in her mouth. She made a point of showing everyone her mouthful of young sperm before swallowing it, After seeing that display, Lynn lasted less than a minute, spurting most of his load in her hair.
"Terry's already had a little of this pussy. So, Terry, do you mind if the others go ahead of you for now?" Terry nodded, gripping his thick cock.
Marcy laid back on the soft couch. Her legs went skyward, splaying wide. Tom wasted no time in filling her pussy. She pulled him closer.
"Harpoon time," she whispered.
He nodded and began to roughly pound into her. In a one on one session her would have been much gentler, but this situation called for raw sex.
Mary/Marcy had not been properly fucked in a while. Mary had several dates with co-workers and clients when Ed moved out. The sex had been good but she missed young cock.
And she was getting it today. Tom was quick, unloading into her forcibly.
Jim took his place and was treated to an incredibly slippery pussy. Jim's cum lubed the way. Jim lasted longer, having already cum from the oral pleasure he had received. While Jim fucked her, she grabbed and stroked Lynn's cock. He was primed and ready when Jim unloaded.
Lynn also buffeted her now tender pussy.
"Easy,"
She motioned to Terry to come closer and took him into her mouth. For the first time she had two men invade her body at once. She tried to concentrate on Terry's thick cock but Lynn was getting close and he increased his thrusts. She was working up to a massive orgasm herself.
After Lynn had pulled out and shot his load over her tummy, she was spent.
"Terry, Honey, you don't mind waiting a while for your turn? I have to have a break."
She got up and went to the kitchen to bring out more snacks. No one had eaten any yet, but it gave her a moment to evaluate what had just happened.
It was then that Mike returned. He was surprised to see his Mom, or rather Marcy standing naked at the sink. She had lines of semen in her hair, cheek, stomach and running down her thigh.
"Oh my, what is going on?"
He well knew what was happening. He had figured she would pick on of his friends and set something up for later, or maybe discretely take him to her room. One guy could not have produced that much cum.
"Join us in the living room. We are having snacks."
"I can see that."
"Let's go. I owe Terry a fuck."
Mike followed and saw his friends naked and looking satisfied. Except Terry, that is. He was the only one who was hard. Marcy kneeled on the sofa with her ass wiggling playfully. She implored Terry to get behind her. He slowly worked his tool into Marcy's open cunt. Her mouth came open in silent ecstasy.
Cousin Lynn encouraged his shy cousin. "Fuck her good, Terry."
Jim and Tom joined in on the fun, urging Terry on.
Mike, seeing Mary/Marcy having sex with someone else for the first time, was very turned on. He was out of his clothes in a flash. He went behind the sofa and offered his cock to Marcy. She was enjoying Terry's thick member. She glanced up to see whose cock was in her face.
"Mike, I don't think we..."
He moved the head into her mouth. "Well, I say we can!"
"Way to go Mike, face fuck you own aunt, you douche bag,"
Mike ignored the harangue. His Mother's warm mouth made it worth it.
When Terry had finished and had shot what seemed like a world record load on Marcy's back, Mike stepped in to replace him. She had a look on her face that he didn't remember seeing before. It was a genuinely loving look. He didn't dwell on what it might mean. He was intent on once again having sex with her Marcy personality.
*******
When the guys had gone home, Mary, no longer pretending to be Marcy, took a long soak in her bathtub. When she finished, she put on a sheer night dress, and returned to the living room. Mike was asleep on the couch, still naked. She shook him awake.
"Mom, er Marcy?"
"You had it right the first time. I am your mother. I have buried Marcy for good."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Marcy had a great time today being a slut and having those young men wrapped around my finger. But that's not me. And that is who I need to be true to."
"I made another decision. I am going to sell this house and get an apartment for us close to your college and then move to wherever you find a job."
"But why?"
"There is nothing for me here. Besides, how will you fuck me everyday if we live apart?"
"Really. That will be wonderful. But don't you need Marcy for that?"
"Not anymore. I don't care who knows I am sleeping with my son. Now let's get you showered and in bed. My bed. Our bed."
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