Mom, Dad, and Us Part 2 SeXStoRY

I am not the author. Found this story on my old desk top I was cleaning out. Hope you like it! Mom, Dad, and Us part 2 Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his s****r at breakfast the next day. And when she brushed her bare knee against his under the table, he started to raise an immediate hard. She smiled at him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was. But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What? Me? Oh come on, mom--I'm sure old enough to take care of myself." His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit." She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now. She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. 'Man! How old did she think he was--ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?' "I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?" His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother makes all the decisions around here, son. It's been that way for quite a while now." Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some time with these c***dren--" "Oh, for Christ sakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his paper again. "c***dren," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of pancakes. He subsided only when his s****r's knee nudged him again, not caressing this time, but warning him about something. Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn't mind. But since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Glynn will probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a sitter. I'll call one of my friends. And I'll come back from the library as soon as I can. If I didn't have to get my term paper ready-- " Arlene banged down her coffee cup. "All right, all right. We'll probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be prepared for a fairly long job. And Glynn--" He ignored his s****r's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I know. Be a good little boy." He winced when Lorena kicked him on the shin, but stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. 'Damn!' he thought; 'Nothing went right around the house any more.' He wondered what the hell Lorena had in mind--faking a sitter so they could be together again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap and rubbed his hardening prick. But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone in the hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. 'Maybe she was putting them on, only pretending to make the call.' If she wasn't he didn't know what she was thinking. His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned the pages of the newspaper. Glynn wiped up his final pancake with honey and gulped it down. Now he couldn't get up from the table; not right away, because his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He'd have to sit there until it went down. Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn wondered again how his dad could possibly leave her. Boy, he thought, his eyes following the long, sleek legs and the way his mother's butt moved beneath her short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he decided; he could come right out with an idea like that, since he had fucked his s****r. He'd kind of avoided it, before. But his mom was sure a sexy chick--tall and sort of regal, with big, high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked. How could his father walk out on something like that? Glynn shook his head and fumbled around his plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft quick enough when Lorena came back to say, "I got a sitter. It's Jean Marks, a wonderful girl in my class who needs the money. You'll like her, I'm sure." Glynn said, "Aakk!" But his mother said absentmindedly, "Yes, of course. Eric--are you going to sit there all morning? You know very well what time the appointment is." Glynn caught his s****r in the hall. "What the hell--" "Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. "Jean is a real fox. I'm doing you a big favor, young man." "Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some s****r to have. Glynn wanted to run after her and grab her tits from behind, so he could rub his stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks. He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again. But of course, he couldn't; not right now. Tonight though, there would be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Glynn turned away so he could rub them. The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he scrubbed his body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward. Staring down at his shaft, he fingered along its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No need to jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and sexier because she was his own older s****r. Man, oh man; what tits, what an ass--and how her pussy kind of shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it until it came. Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his babysitter. A sitter, man! But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or something. She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small, because she was all that but it didn't work out that way. Jean Marks had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm smile that reached right out and tickled his belly. Jean said, "So you're Glynn. I've heard so much about you, from your s****r." All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things; then his mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the pool, and all that crap. He flinched when his s****r went by, because she pinched his ass and said in a whisper, "Lucky guy!" Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed Lorena out the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each other, all the way to the Caddy. He pretended he was really interested in watching his s****r drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl's eyes on him. So he moved too quickly from the window and bumped into a coffee table before he could make it to the patio. He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and stood there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and looked all around the patio. She said, "Can't see a house from here, even; complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees." Glynn muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so uptight. After all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had fucked a girl, twice; now he didn't have to wonder how to make it, or whether his prick was too skinny. Lorena had loved it, she said. He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was too easily seen in his trunks. If this chick wasn't so damned sexy looking, he'd be okay. But his s****r had called him lucky to have Jean around, and that was pretty weird. She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her arms over her head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small but groovy tits, and the nipples themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts clung to every shaping and dip of her thighs; Glynn could see her mound, and his eyes were magnetically drawn to the cleft of her pussy. Then she took off her top. His eyes bugged when she just whipped away the halter and dropped it. She said, "That water looks great, but I didn't bring a suit. You don't mind, do you?" He swallowed some water and made a choking noise. "N-no." So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she hadn't been wearing panties, and the curly red hair of her pussy gleamed brightly at him from between her flawless thighs. Her skin was very white, and when she moved down the pool steps, her entire small body seemed to undulate with a special sensuous grace. Glynn stared as she approached him in the water, as the wavelets came to her hips, then to the pale mounds of her tits, and at last to the rosy nipples which were standing straight out. She neared him and put those fine little points right up against his wet chest. Glynn's cock struggled to tear free of his trunks, and beneath the water, Jean's naked pussy seemed to blaze into his crotch. She held up her mouth to him. "Lorena said you screwed her, your own s****r. I think that's groovy, Glynn. She knows how I like to swing with groovy people, so she called me to be your sitter today. I hurried right over." Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot, wet tongue was quick and penetrating. Jean's teeth raked his, and his hands felt over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their mouths parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks on?" He couldn't wait a second longer. Last night he had been a cherry, and here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl. Glynn couldn't believe his luck but he wasn't going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, nudging its distended head against the slippery belly of the eager girl. Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing shaft, and her smile was hotly knowing. "Nice--very hard and long. I think Lorena was right, that you're going to be a really far out lover, once you get the hang of everything. Here, darling--" She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand while the other played tantalizingly with his rod. Jean got her legs around him, crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right there, tilting up at him. He made a tentative humping movement, and she guided the throbbing head of his cock into position. Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his cockhead as it started to push into the tight, very hot lips of her cunt. He took hold of her cheeks, the modeled and slippery cheeks of her well-shaped little ass, and by spreading his feet on the bottom of the pool, Glynn could maintain his balance and shove. But he moved them toward the pool wall, anyhow, needing a better grip on things. Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she helped him get the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his prick worked into the scorching grip of her excited pussy. In it went, and by the time he had reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside that tightly gripping cunt. "Ahh, darling," she breathed. "That's good. That's terrific. Oh, how I love a good, hard prick! Use it in me, Glynn. Push it all the way to your balls and pull it back to the head--but don't take it all the way out." "I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his throat, his shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She coiled around him like a pale white snake, wiggling and sliding, bouncing up and down in the water as he began to pound his cock home with more powerful thrusts. She was smaller than his s****r, and her cunt was tighter, and he dug fucking this beautiful, small girl. She plastered her wet mouth to his, and the hard nipples of her tits sk**ded back and forth across his chest as they moved and hunched together. "Give it to me, Glynn," she hissed into his teeth. "Oh, darling, feed me that wonderful hard meat! Darling, darling--you use your prick so beautifully--ahh! Ahh, yes! Good--it's so long, and I can feel it poking away up in my pussy--ahh!" Glynn ran his tongue halfway down the girl's throat, grinding his cock deeply within the juicy hot cup of her pussy, stroking and driving, feeling his balls swing tingling through the water to slap lightly against the uplifted crack of her little-girl ass. He clung to her cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and the hammering movement of his strong, hungry prick grew heavier. Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was rolling back and forth as she took the impact of his plunging cock. She bit his lips and threw her head back as she tore her lips from his. "Ahh! Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch! Oh yes--I dig it, I love it--fuck me some more, more! I'm about to come, you horny little bastard! I'm going to come, to COME!" She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently upon his waist. Glynn kept pounding that shuddering hot cunt, continued to slam his rod home to the hilt as he felt the flexing of her vagina inside, and sensed a new lubrication oozing from the pussy walls. Pumping into the grip of that blazing pussy, his own orgasm built wildly within his balls, and Glynn felt the on rush of his white hot seed as it hurtled up through the seesawing rod of his cock and swelled the head of it. His cum exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came in a furiously boiling spurt of semen that filled the tight, shallow cunt with the bubbling cream. His balls leaped upward against the cleft of her rotating ass, and his fingertips dug into her slippery flesh. Glynn's knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly that fucking seemed to get better and better. Maybe no other chick would ever be truly as good screwing as when he put it to his own s****r, but this hotly wiggling girl was good enough. Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed to keep his prick locked within her pussy as she stood tippytoe on the bottom of the pool. "Nice," Jean purred. "Very nice. Now we can climb out of the water and go over there to get in some real fucking. Can you go again this quickly?" "Sure," he said, proud of his new strength and his new knowledge, and she let his stiff cock ease from the grasp of her cunt. She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind, staring into the sweet red crack of her lovely ass. He came out of the pool with water pouring from his cock, and with a little creamy drop of semen still clinging to the head. They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and Jean turned to fit herself into his arms again. That was when Lorena Johansen came from the house, grinning widely and wearing only a wrap-around towel.

Mom, Dad, and Us Part 8 SeXStoRY

I am not the author. Found story on old desk top. Original story name 'F***ly Games' Mom, Dad, and Us Chapter 8 "Give me a shower first," Lorena said. "I want to be naked with you in a shower." "Anything you say, girl." He put down the suitcase they'd bought first thing. "The clerk didn't even blink when I registered as Mr. J. J. Oliver and daughter." "That's because you asked for twin beds," she giggled. "We’ll have to mess up the other one, too." Laughing with her, her father shucked out of his shirt and she followed suit by peeling off her own. Her young, hard breasts sprang free and her fingers turned anxious at her cutoff tops. She watched her daddy climb from his pants, gone a little bit awkward in quick embarrassment that she also felt. She told herself not to be icky, just because it was daytime and they were alone in a motel room. The only time she had been in a motel before, she had to share a room with Glynn, while their parents slept next door. And did other things, she amended; like fucking. Her jeans slid down her legs and she chucked her panties after them. Now she was stripped, and posed proudly for her father's eyes as they roamed over her body. She was glad her tits were high and that she had plenty of honey blonde pubic hair. It was almost the exact shade as his own, she saw, and was once again amazed and enthralled by the size of his swelling cock. She skipped into the bathroom, grabbing up and unwrapping a bar of motel soap. When she had the water just right, warm and soothing, she stepped into the enclosure and waited for him. He came slowly, still feeling peculiar about the situation, she saw. He was so big, he filled the stall, but she adored the contact her small body made with his, and especially liked the wet nudging of his distended prick. Handing him the soap, she waited breathlessly until he began to slide his hands over her trembling body. It felt marvelous, all slippery and foaming, and she wiggled when he washed her tits. Her nipples got so hard they ached, and she took one wrist to move her daddy's hand on down to her belly. He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly pussy, fondling the soft mound with obvious delight. Taking the soap from him, she massaged it over his hairy chest, down to his furry crotch, and played games with his stiff shaft, with his down hanging balls. "C-careful," he warned. "We'd better rinse off now, baby." She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him, her hands lingering between his legs, staring directly up into his eyes. "Damn!" he said. "You're a perfect little bitch. I can read F-U-C-K written plainly in your eyes." She laughed. "Now you're loosening up, daddy. And I want to be your teen bitch daughter, be perfect for you. Come on--let's go try out that bed." Playfully, they tumbled together on the bed, laughing and tickling each other, grabbing and tenderly mauling. For a few seconds, they were both c***dren, happy and carefree. But when he rolled on top of her, they both stopped playing, and after a bright moment of knowing silence, his mouth descended upon hers. Holding him frantically close, Lorena drew her lips across his, f***ed her tongue between them, then retreated before the rapid, hungry onslaught of his tongue. Her father shoved his long, thick tongue down her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard cock raking across her heaving tummy. When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck me this way, on top. I want to get every inch of that gorgeous prick inside me, all the way to the balls." Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her pelvis up for him, also showing him her rosebud hole, making it easy for the searching head of his mammoth cock to find her humid slot. The spongy, but hard core, head probed into her vulva, and her cunt lips stretched to allow it inside them. Carefully, her father pushed the thick, heavy shaft into her writhing body, feeding the pulsing glans inside, forcing her lips to go elastic and make room. "It's going in!" she cried. "The end of your prick is spreading my pussy and going in--oh! Daddy, daddy--" It was alive, she thought; her father's massive cock was alive, a hot, strong rod that was sliding in and in, until she thought it would never stop. She was packed with the luscious meat, filled to capacity with matchless peter, and her inflamed clit thrummed with joy. Bracing his knees against the mattress, her daddy rolled her back upon her shoulders. "You can take it better this way," he panted. "You're wide open to me now. But what a tight little pussy you have, baby. What a hot, narrow little snatch; it's grabbing my prick as if it had fingers, squeezing down on me." "F-fuck me," she gasped. "Pour the prick to me, my sweet daddy! Screw your daughter!" He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips fought to keep a grip on the flanged head, then thrusting his pole so deep that she thought it was going to tear up into her belly. But she could take it all, and moaned deliriously when his balls swung into the uplifted crack of her ass. Lorena couldn't get her legs around him, so she worked her heels down and dug them into the hollows behind his knees, taking a strong hold there so she could pound her crotch up at him and meet his every surging, churning stroke. Her father see-sawed his huge cock into her stretched pussy, hitting bottom with every grinding lurch and making her jerk. She came suddenly, without warning, because there was no way she could keep him from massaging her clitoris. Great, rolling waves of her climax broke in her vagina, and she shook her ass violently in response, gritting her teeth and moaning through them. "Hold on, baby!" he said. "I'm not far behind you--so tight and boiling in your little pussy--fucking my sweet daughter, fucking my beautiful k**--here it comes!" His discharge thundered hissing into her vagina, sending a deluge of wonderful hot semen splashing inside her. Her womb tightened, and her asshole snapped shut as the beautiful, greasy stuff rinsed her cunt walls. Her daddy was pumping her full of his cum, releasing the physical proof of his love for her, flooding her with his man juice. Lorena worshipped him for it, and sank into a blissful state of drowsiness. She was hardly conscious of his gently taking his weight from her supine body, but she murmured a protest when her father backed his shaft out of her pussy. "Please--don't take it away. I love it so." He kissed her tits, one at a time, and his hand was soft upon the seeping tenderness of her mound. "I worry that I'm too much for you, baby." "Never," she whispered. "There’s never too much of fucking you, dad." He lay beside her and she turned to put her face against his hairy chest. Through her numbed mind swam the plan, the need to keep this wild f****y together. Glynn was swinging with mom now, catching up for lost time, and she somehow had to bring her daddy to the idea that they should all share each other's love, as well as each other's bodies. 'Jean,' she thought; Jean Marks, the torrid little redhead who practically lived to screw. Would her father be interested in her? He should be; she was attractive enough. It was strange that she didn't feel a twinge of jealousy then, but her main idea was to carry through the plan--and make her daddy happy as she could. It was so much fun, in a triangle. It was silly to be jealous of someone she loved, she decided; to love was to give, and if she could give him more happiness and more excitement by sharing his body with another girl, so be it. She would be happy for the chance, and feel within herself the same stimulating thrills she had known when her b*****r was fucking both her and Jean Marks. Her father said softly, "It's really hard to believe, baby. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who'd actually lay his own daughter. But I've never been so stirred up by any woman. It's like I'm a teenager again, always horny and ready to screw." "That's good," she said, and made up her mind to take the plunge. "Dad- -how would you feel about screwing someone else? I mean, with me around and sharing." He stroked her back, his big hand warm and comforting. "I never thought about it. You mean, you and me and another woman? Like an orgy?" Lorena kissed his throat and cuddled his softened prick with a worshipful hand. "A mini-orgy, you might say. I can promise you that it will be far out kicks." He was silent for a while, then said, "I fantasize like everyone else, I suppose. Like I did about you, dreaming that someday, somehow, I might be blessed with the opportunity of getting into your pants. Now that I have, I guess anything else can come true." She came up on one elbow so that she could look down into his beloved face, seem again how strong and handsome it was, how romantically Nordic. "It can, dad; believe me, it can." He looked up at her. "Did you have anything special in mind?" "My best friend, Jean Marks." "The saucy little redhead, the one who babysat your b*****r?" She smiled. "I see you noticed her." "What man could help noticing? She's a little doll, but too sexy for k**s to play with. You mean she'd get into an orgy with you and me, just like that?" Lorena said, "She's a real swinger. I think she lives for nothing but sex, which isn't a bad idea, at that. All I have to do is ask her and she'll freak out at the idea." "Well," he murmured, "that's something else. I guess I'm not ready for the discard yet, anyhow. But we'll have to be very careful about it-- and about just you and me, too. Your mother would flip out, if she even suspected, and in the present circumstances, she wouldn't be beyond calling the cops. That way, she could no doubt get the whole package in the settlement--the house, cars, the business, everything." Lorena's smile faded and she frowned. "Oh, mom isn't that bad. I wish you guys--" Her father closed his eyes. "Right now, your mother would not only knife me, but she'd stand there and twist the blade. Let's not talk about her, k**. I'm too damned happy to chance having that happiness destroyed." "Okay, dad. If that's the way it has to be. We'll talk about something else." "Like you," he said. "You weren't a virgin, and I'm glad of that, the way I'm hung. Have you been laying some k** I know?" She shook her head. "I lost my cherry to Don, and you never met him. It was kind of messy at first, since he didn't really know what he was doing, either. But later on, it got to be the fun I thought it should be. Then I laid Jerry, and he'd been around some. We balled for several months, but he got too serious about me. Then, well, there was somebody else, but I won't tell you his name. He really turned me on, and I learned how to go down from him." Her father squirmed a little. "This is fantastic, lying here with my beautiful, naked and freshly fucked daughter in my arms, talking about how many guys she's screwed, and about you giving a blow job. According to all the mores of this country, I should be outraged, but I'm not. I'm turned on, and beginning to see what you mean about orgies. With my eyes closed, smelling your freshness so near, I think I might enjoy seeing you take a dick. I might get a kick out of watching my passionate little girl twist and hump on another man's driving prick." "Seeing it is great, dad, but being a part of it all is even better. I want to watch you shove this glorious meat into Jean's bright little pussy, and I just know she'll go out of her head, loving it. She won't be able to help herself. I don't see how mom can pass it up, after having you screw her so many times. Oh--I'm sorry; that just slipped out." "You're curious about her, aren't you? Okay, I'll say that your mother is one hell of a lay, but there were times I felt she wasn't letting herself go all the way, that she was holding back." Lorena thought about that, about hang-ups the older generation might have. But her mom looked so sensual, and moved as if she was always on her way to a bed, and not to sl**p. Could she be withdrawing, going into kind of a sexual shell because of the impending split-up? If so, then Glynn had run into trouble. But there had been no sign of that this morning at home. In fact, both her b*****r and her mom had seemed very anxious to have the house to themselves. "Maybe she needs something different," Lorena suggested. "Did she ever eat you, the way I did?" That picture made new life stir within her vagina, the image of her mother with those soft, red lips spread over the massive head of her father's cock. He sighed. "She kissed it a few times, in the beginning, but I never felt quite right about it, with her. There had been a whore or two who gave me a trip around the world, as we called it then, but with your mother--" "Then you never ate her, either?" "Only twice," he answered. "And both times, she turned away from me afterward, as if she had merely put up with a deviation that was strictly mine, and not hers." Lorena persisted. "There are other things, you know, other ways. Of course, I haven't tried them all yet, but I mean to. And Jean says they're really groovy. I think if you and mom could get your sex lives straightened out, then everything else would go back to where it used to be, and we would all be happy." He took his arm from around her and turned his head. She said quickly, "Okay; I won't push it any more. Not that way, anyhow. But it does turn me on, thinking and talking of you two together; I wish I had had the nerve to sneak into your bedroom and hide in the closet, so I could have seen you slip your wonderful big prick into mom's pussy. You said she was a hell of a lay, and I'll bet she wraps those long legs around you, doesn't she?" "She does," he said. "She likes it on top, on the side, dog fashion, any way except maybe oral. Some lucky guy will get a fine piece of ass after the divorce, when she starts looking around for another man. It's a wonder she isn't out screwing around now, as hot as she is. But she's like me in that respect, I imagine; since we've been at each other's throats, we haven't been interested in fucking anyone else. For me, that's until now, that is. Now, my sweet and lusty daughter, tell me if you've ever had a boy go down on that enticing little cunt?" Lorena said, "No; not yet." "Do you want it? I'd like to be the first man to eat you, baby." "Of course, I want it," she said, and thought that her father would be getting himself a cherry of sorts from her. She also thought she had made a lot of progress, learning much about the problems between her parents. If Glynn was doing his job as well, the plan was coming closer to completion. First she had to bring in Jean Marks, and--in a flash of inspiration--she thought of setting up a scene where her daddy would accidentally be exposed to the sight of his son fucking his wife. "Here I am, daddy," she said. "Eat me."

Mom, Dad, and Us Part 3 SeXStoRY

I am not the author. Found this story on my old desk top. The original name of the story is "F***ly Games" Part 3 I feel might be a little slow. However, I feel it picks up steam after this. I'll be posting 4 & 5 right away. Mom, Dad, and Us Part 3 Glynn heard his parents come home, because they were arguing about something the minute they hit the door. He pushed aside the book he had been reading, slipped on his robe and went downstairs to raid the fridge. He was hungry, and grinned at the idea of stoking up his strength again. It had been a long day, and the most groovy one of his life; too bad it had to end so soon. There had been the swinging with his s****r and Jean, all mixed up as he dipped his cock into one fine pussy after the other. It had been hot, wild and crazy, and he popped his nuts so many times that he was weak in the knees. But that didn't matter; he was young and strong and recovered quickly. As he went into the kitchen, his father cut short whatever he'd been saying, but by the look on the old man's face, Glynn knew the argument was just starting. ‘Why the hell couldn't they stop hacking at each other.’ he wondered. ‘They must have dug each other once, and should be able to make it again, if they would only try.’ His mother said, "Want me to fix you a sandwich, dear?" "He's big enough to take care of himself," his father said. "Sure," Glynn agreed. "I'll just grab a bite and get out of your way." "You're not in the way," his mother said. His father grunted, "Oh for Christ sake," and tilted up a can of beer to drain it. Feeling stiff and awkward, Glynn dived into the refrigerator and took a chunk of cheese and a bottle of milk. "Sit right there and finish your snack," his mother ordered. "I won't let your father drive you out of your own kitchen." Glynn sat down and watched his dad slam out of the room; in a moment, he heard the tinkle of ice into a glass, and knew his father was at the little bar in the living room. "Mom," he said, "I wish you guys wouldn't fight over me." Her smile was soft and a little sad. "It's not exactly over you, dear. It's more like a habit we've gotten into." He saw that she had been drinking, too; there was a laxness around her mouth, and she was just a little careless about how she leaned over. Glynn could see the rounded top moundings of his mom's big, high tits as she bent to straighten out her stockings. ‘Damn, he thought; a guy could lose himself between those fine, firm boobs.’ and for the first time, let his mind run free with the images that he'd so often crowded into the far corners of his head. ‘Man, oh man!’ A couple of years ago, his mother had brushed those tits against him, and he'd felt the burning of those heavy nipples right through the thin robe she had been wearing. He had jacked off in the bathroom, ideas running riot in his mind about fondling them, maybe even kissing and sucking on them. That time, his semen had exploded before he could catch the sticky stuff in toilet paper, and he had to clean it off the floor. He blushed when his mom straightened up, but couldn't pull his eyes away from her lifted skirt. She was still fooling around with the stocking on her left leg, and his eyes followed her hands as she stroked up over the silken knee, up along the swelling of her sleek, long thigh. Her legs were so long, tapering just so, and he got one magic, too- quick glimpse of the edge of her frilly panties before she dropped her skirt and cut off his view. Glynn shuddered slightly, his head reeling as he contemplated the juiciness of the forbidden treasure snuggled so enticingly there between the soft, full thighs of his mother's wonderful legs. ‘How the hell could his old man pass that up?’ He knew they hadn't been sl**ping together for months now, ever since his dad moved into the extra bedroom. That meant that neither of them was getting any fucking, although his dad could very well be playing around on the side. But his mother was usually home, and Glynn didn't quite see her as laying anybody in the neighborhood. It was an idea, though, and he thought more about that as she began to tidy up the kitchen. His eyes clung to the curves of her delectable ass as she moved, seeing the way her skirt caressed the molded flanks, how it dipped sometimes into the hidden crack of her buttocks. Maybe his mom was getting really frustrated, and she needed a man. With a sexy body like that, and the way she moved, all sensuous and kind of ready, she had to be a wild, hot piece of cunt. It was a shame to see it going to waste. Glynn bit into the cheese, and gulped his milk. He was conscious of the fact that his well-used cock was beginning to rise beneath his robe. ‘Did his father have a bigger one? Probably.’ he thought, the old man was a big, burly guy, and probably had a prick to match the rest of him, and although Glynn had sometimes wondered about that big thing being shoved into his mom's fine pussy, he had always pushed the idea quickly away in shame. Now he rolled it around in his head, enjoying the feel of his thoughts. He was trying to picture his dad crawling between his mother's long, slim legs, trying to see what that gorgeous pussy really looked like, all curling hairs deep and rich, with the wet, pink lips peeping out shyly, eager for the first touch of the cock-head. Glynn's prick throbbed painfully, and he crossed his legs to keep it quiet. Maybe he wouldn't dare think the way he was, if he hadn't already screwed his s****r. But now he wondered if that was any different than fucking his mother. Lorena was a lovely, hot fuck, and he was glad she had been the one to technically get his cherry. He was a lucky guy, and loved his s****r more, because they had shared their bodies. Could he love his mom more, the same way, if he was ever so lucky as to get into that marvelous, deep cunt? The cheese was gone, and so was the milk, but he didn't want to leave right away. His mother was sneaking another nip of whiskey from the bottle that was kept hidden in the cupboard, away from the bar. Glynn ran his eyes over her back, lingering at the shapeliness of her ass. He'd give anything to snuggle up to that tempting pair of cheeks, to nudge his hard prick in between them, maybe bend it down so that it could slide between her thighs, slide wetly along those tickling pussy hairs, feeling the heat of her cunt lips, feeling the beautiful enchanted softness there. She turned around then, and he fumbled with the empty milk carton, blushing again. When he looked up, she was eyeing him intently. "Anything the matter, dear?" "N-no, mom; guess I'd better get up to bed." "Kiss me goodnight, Glynn." No matter how he tried, he couldn't keep his hard cock from touching his mom's belly. She had her arms around him, pulling him close, trying to gain some kind of comfort from him, and he was embarrassed when his meat thumped against her body. But her lips were warm and damp, and she kissed him right on the mouth, holding the kiss longer than usual. It made him highly uncomfortable, especially since his own arms had automatically slipped around her lithe, slim waist, and now he was feeling the tantalizing softness of her tits as they flattened against his chest. Glynn managed to break away, flustered and shaken, and caught his mother looking quizzically at him. He fled when she said something, not catching anything but the wondering tone of her voice. ‘Oh wow!’ he thought. He'd almost blown it that time. Hurrying up the stairs, he scooted into his s****r's room without knocking, and clicked the latch behind him. Her bed lamp was on, and her body was outlined by the sheet; light spilled over her honey blonde hair and she looked very good. "Something the matter?" she asked. "They're fighting again," he said, coming over to sit down on the edge of her bed. "Both of them are drinking, and when mom made me kiss her goodnight, I got a hard on. I'm sure she felt it against her belly. Wow, s*s--I damn near freaked out." Lorena touched his hand. "After all that good screwing today, you can still get hard? Does mom turn you on that much?" He swallowed, and looked down to where the head of his hard cock was working its way out from the fold of his robe. "Yes." "The same way I turn you on?" He nodded. "Maybe even more! I mean, I love you s*s, and I dig the fucking you taught me. I guess I'll always love you more than any other chick I get to screw, because we're closer. But mom--well, I've been dreaming about her for years, only I never came right out and admitted it to myself before." Lorena nodded and stroked his hand. "I know, Glynn. I always had the same thing for dad! Dreams and wild ideas. But I never thought beyond the dreams--until now." He stared at his s****r. "What do you mean?" Her hand drifted along his arm and dropped down on his cock. Gently, she felt the head, running her fingers lightly over its throbbing bulb. "I mean, maybe this is the way we can make them stop working on the divorce, and stay with each other." Glynn peeled off his robe and his prick sprang free and stiff into his s****r's softly teasing hand. "I don't understand-" She wrapped her fingers tightly around his rod and massaged it tenderly. "If I can somehow get dad to fuck me--and oh how I want him to do that!--then maybe I can hold him here, in our house. I mean, if he digs fucking me as much as I know I'll enjoy being screwed by him, then he won't want to leave, even if he's still mad at mom." Glynn eased toward his s****r, and she pulled him lightly along the way, flipping back the sheet with her other hand to expose her fine young body with the dark blonde hair crisp at her mound. "Yeah," he said, "I see what you mean, but what will hold mom?" Lorena slipped her hand down his shaft to cup his swollen balls. "You!" she said. Glynn drew in a deep and noisy breath. "Wow! You mean--somehow you get dad to screw you, and I somehow get this into mom's terrific pussy-- and--but how, s*s? How the hell are we ever going to manage all that? They might slap us silly, or think we freaked out, or call the cops, even." She shook her head and lifted her upper body so that her tits almost reached the head of his cock. "I don't think so. Look--they're both hitting the bottle pretty heavy, and I think they're both really frustrated, not screwing each other anymore. If we can get them to loosen up and fuck us, instead, it's only a logical step from there to having them back together. I mean, they'll both be a little guilty about what they're doing, and so they'll be nicer to each other." "Yeah," he breathed, his heart beating quickly at this new idea, "and if we can work it right, maybe we can get them in a tangle like you and I had with Jean today! That way, they'll get so hot they'll have to fuck each other again!" "Great!" Lorena said, and pressed his hard shaft between her tits. "But we can't screw it up by doing things too fast. Tomorrow night, they have to stay home and work on the property settlement. I heard dad say so this morning. That means we can help them get smashed, and--well, then I'll go crawl into dad's bed, and you can make out with mom." Glynn felt the silken smoothness of his s****r's tits along his rigid cock, and lifted his hands to stroke her hair. "So tonight--" "So there's still the rest of tonight," Lorena said softly, "and I never did any of those things I saw in your books--not yet. I want to do them with you, Glynn. I want to eat you." He shuddered when she dipped her face to plant a kiss upon the pulsing head of his swollen prick. "Are you sure you want to? I mean--" "I want to," she insisted. "How else am I ever going to learn?" Glynn spread his knees and straddled his s****r's hips. He caressed her head gently as she began to lick over his cockhead, as the darting flicks of her hot, wet tongue sent electric jolts up his backbone. She was going to suck him off! It was finally going to happen to him, and he welcomed it with all the pent-up lust he had. Slowly, she slid her mouth over the end of his prick, taking in the entire head. His fingers stroked the shaft and cuddled his balls, while her lips worked up and down. Glynn felt the marvelous suction develop, and knew the fondling of his glans by her busy tongue. The sensations were terrific, and his thighs stiffened as he clung to his s****r's head for support. It was like fucking, but different. It was being eaten, being devoured; it was pumping his cock gently back into her mouth and feeling it slide over her wet tongue, feeling it touch the roof of her mouth and reach back to the velvet cup of her throat. Shivering with rapture, Glynn backed it out a bit, but her hungry mouth followed his rod, gnawing lightly upon its sensitive skin. He wiggled, and she drew him deeper, sucked him farther into the tickling heat of her throat. Lapping her tongue over the aching head, Lorena worked more feverishly upon his prick. "Oh!" he grunted. "Oh, s*s--WOW--Eat me up, baby! Eat my cock, chew it up, suck it out by the roots. Oh--ah! s*s, s*s--I'm about to come!" She didn't try to back off, and made no attempt to dodge the semen he just had to let go. Instead, she sucked him harder, dipping in her cheeks and gulping noisily at his shaft as he fed it into her face, as he stroked it into the hungry cavity of her mouth. Glynn came then, hunching his back and straining as the mighty rush of semen came pouring up from his flexing balls to gush like a hot mountain stream from the jerking head of his prick. Heavy and thick, the juices poured, scalding from his shaft and flooded his s****r's throat. She drank it down, pulled more droplets from his rod, sucked additional moisture into her body. He dropped slowly over to one side, lifting his knee, and Lorena stayed with him, making love to his cock with her mouth, clinging to his balls. Her hair spread over his crotch, and his fingers dug deeply into its silken luxury. His head spun and his breath was ragged in his chest. At last, she let go, and allowed his still rigid prick to slide gently from the grasp of her lips. No semen smeared her mouth, he saw through blurred eyes, because she had swallowed it all. It had been a far out experience, one that had his belly tied up in little jerking knots. "Glynn," she murmured, kissing her way up his belly to his chest. "Oh, Glynn--that was wonderful. So intimate, so very close; it was like doing everything for you, and for me, too. I loved it." "I did, too," he sighed. "If you ever get to do that to our dad, he'll climb the walls, I know it!" Now she was at his throat, nibbling there, her tits moving back and forth across his heaving chest, the hard nipples prodding his flesh. When she moved up to kiss his mouth, he could smell the scent of his own semen, but he didn't mind. Lorena kissed him then, running her tongue deeply, giving him the full flavor of himself. When she pulled away, she said, "There, darling. I have the best, the sexiest b*****r in the whole world, and I'm glad. Now let's talk about the plan." With the passion dampened within him, at least for a little while, Glynn turned edgy. "I don't know." he murmured. "It sounds kind of kooky, now." "Not at all," she said quickly. "Tomorrow night, when you have that great cock all hard for mom, you'll think differently again. I'm sure going ahead with my part of it, and if you chicken out--well, just imagine what you'll be missing. Think about mom, and her big, groovy tits. Remember how good her legs look, and how her ass wiggles when she walks. Remember how many times you've masturbated and tried to make believe you were fucking her, instead of your hand. This is your chance, Glynn--your big chance. If you blow it now, you may never have that opportunity again." "Okay," he said, after a while. "You're right, I guess. And boy--you sure must want to fuck dad, or you wouldn't have come up with the plan in the first place." "Women are more logical," she said, kissing him again. "So it's on for tomorrow night?" "It's on," he agreed.

mom, coke, n rock'n'roll continued... SeXStoRY

So.... As a early-teenage boy, i did what anyone wouldve done.... i tried to sneak thru the lil entryway from the hall, to the lil dining table in the corner of the main ((same)) room as the living romm they were in... i FAILED... clumsily kneeing one of the chairs at the table, the chair bounced into the leg of the table making a metallic crushing sound kinda loud...i lost my balance and started to tumble but i grabbed the table n steadied myself...i turned back to where they were, just a few feet away really, and turned back their direction... she was still on her knees, one hand down supporting her and the other holding a ciggarette. Her eyes were locked onto me.. She slowly took a drag of her ciggarette, then she broke our eye contact as she twisted n reached out and put her smoke in the ashtray... "keep going, ben"!! For the first time, i shifted my eyes and noticed her boss's eyes staring at me , his face mostly hidden behind her hips n ass. He meekly mumbled 'ok'.. and with that his hands reached up n regripped her asscheeks and he put his face back in her ass. I looked over at her again, only a couple short steps away from each other, we locked eyes and she jerked her head back, and smiled a little. ..it was her way of motioning me to her..i stepped over so i was less than ar arms length away, on her left side kinda lined up with her shoulders. Her head towards me, our eyes locked on one another...she patted right in front of her on the carpet ..i knelt down and crawled a couple steps on my knees till i was directly in front of her, me on all fours facing her (also on all fours)..."ben get over here", her slurred voice yelled, then she turned to me and told me stand up. I bounced up, my erection straining against my tightywhitey underwear... "Bennie honey..." she said in that too sweet, and totally condescending voice of hers....she was on her feet now, she pushed him towards the floor, grabbing a handful of his hair and guiding him into place. On his knees beside me, so close his shoulder was touching my hip. Mom turned slightly so that she faced me. ... "get the mirror n hold it for me". She twisted around and rearranged her feet, then lifted a leg up and bent over, one knee resting on the arm of our couch. The other leg stiff, bent over with her ass up and ready. I walked back around the couch, one of her arms supporting her on the back of the couch, the other reaching for the dollar bill... hold the mirror with that hand, hold it up so i can get it..grab my hair n hold it outta the way with ur other... with that, she leaned in and quickly snorted up some coke...."mmmmmmmmm"... "its burnin..."....she threw down the dollar n reached between her legs, then looked up at me..."come around and hold me open for him"....MOM WAS TELLING ME TO HELP, TO HOLD HER ASS APART FOR HIM TO LICK HER!!!! ....when i got back behind her and beside him, he reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled me down to my knees..."other hand, right here" he grunted, barely coming up from her crotch to talk... "hold her wide open", my moms boss coached me on holding her ass apart for him to eat her... i was now spreading my slutty moms asscheeks apart, as wide as i could and i watched his tongue lick her all over ... his hands were now free, and without looking he reached over and pulled one side of my underwear down, then the other side...awkwardly, my undrwears were mid thigh, my hard lil dick rock hard and inches from his face and not much further from her ass... he reached to replace my hand, ..... ((Sorry, i gotta finish a lil later...)))

MOM SeXStoRY

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV. "Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask. "I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat." I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat." "Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?" I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger side door. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat down. "See plenty of room. Here mom sit next to me." I tried to sit next to my son. I could sit in the seat, but the door wouldn't close. Now, I am not a big woman. I stand about five feet tall and I only weight hundred pounds. It was my son taking up all the room. He was already over six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. "It's not me that's taking up all of the room, it's you. This isn't going to work. Tell you what, leave the TV and when we come to visit you we'll bring it with us." "No way," he answered as I got out of the car and stood by the door. "Make up your mind, Mike, it's hot out here." "Ok," Mike looked at me. "Ok, you can sit on my lap." "Mike, it's a five hour drive to your college," his father said. "I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?" 'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road." My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I found a summer dress I brought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son. "Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem." I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him. "Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed. "Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?" I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all." I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn't think about giving him a hard on by sitting on his lap. I could feel it still growing. "My god," I thought to myself. "How big is it going to get." I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can't feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had rose up a little more. I could almost see my panties. My son's hands was on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. I realized I like the idea of my dress being up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would try something. "How you doing back there, son," I asked him. "I'm Ok, mom, how are you feeling?" "I like what I'm feeling," I answered him. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?" "Yea, it's a little uncomfortable," "Here try this to see if it feels better," I said as I took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs. "Is that better?" "Yea, that's a lot better." I looked down. When I put his hands high on my thighs, I put them palms down. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt. I looked down and could see my panties. His fingers were so close to touching them. I raised his right hand and put it on my panties. He left his hand there. I spread my legs a little. When I did, his hand fell between my legs. I took a hold of his hand and pressed it against my panties. My sons hand was now on my pantie covered pussy. I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted more. When I removed my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to fix that. I took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When I knew his fingers were above my panties, I pressed his hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving his hand down until I could feel his finger tips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand down further. I couldn't get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my pussy. My panties were too tight for both of our hands. Finally I felt him try to move his hand further down so he could find my entrance. When I took my hand out from under my panties, my son left his hand on my pussy. I rose up my hips, hooked my thumbs on each side of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. As soon as I did this I felt Mike move his hand so he could get his fingers in me. My panties kept me from spreading my legs out for him to really get to feel me. Before I could move my hand to take my panties off, Mike used his other hand and started pulling them down around my ankles. I lifted up my leg so he could take them all the way off. I spread my legs as wide as I could. This was all he needed. I was so wet he sunk two fingers in me at once. I let out a low moan. "Are you OK?" my husband asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride." Here I was talking to my husband with my son's fingers in me. "How much farther until we stop?" "I don't want to stop until I go a little further," "How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?" "Yea, mom. I can go a lot further," "Good," I answered. "The further we go, the better I like it." That's OK with you, isn't it honey?" I asked my husband. "Yea, I like the idea of not stopping." He answered. I turned and looked at my son," Me to. I don't want you to stop." "Mike?" my husband asked my son," How are you doing with your mom on your lap?" "No problem dad, mom keeps moving around so one position doesn't get uncomfortable. She raises up every once in while to relief the pressure." As my son was talking to his dad, he was sinking his fingers even deeper in my pussy. Mike was starting to move his fingers in and out of me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted him to know I wanted him to go deeper in me. He got the idea and sank his fingers in me as deep as he could. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I looked over at my husband. It was a good thing the TV was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers deep in his mother's pussy, I don't really know what he would do. My whole body was starting to respond to his fingers. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt disappointed. That didn't last long. My son started unbuttoning my dress. He started at the top button and was working his way down to the bottom button. As he was unbuttoning my dress I could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioner. It made my nipples even harder. I felt him unbutton the last button. He opened my dress. The front of me was totally naked for my son to do what ever he wanted to do to me. He started running his hands up and down my body. He started fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why. He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rise up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts. I still had his dick trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more. "Everything OK, honey?" My husband asked me. "Are you getting uncomfortable on our sons lap? Do you want me to stop so you can get more comfortable?" As Mike pulling down his underwear, I felt his trapped dick release itself. I sat back down on him. His dick was pressing against the back of my naked ass. "No, that's all right, dear. " If I move around just right, I think I'm going to get real comfortable. What about you Mike. Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?" Mike placed his hands on each side of my hips." If you would mom, raise up some so I can position myself better." I understood what my son was saying. I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his hands come off of my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started lowering myself back down on Mike. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself more. His dick easily slid in my pussy. As I was lowering myself on my son's dick, his dick was opening my pussy walls wide. I moaned. I couldn't help myself. My husband looked at me. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" As I lowered myself until I felt my son's dick bottom out in my pussy. "No, no, don't stop, I want you to keep going. I'm good for the next half hour or so. What about you Mike, are you good for the next half hour?" "Yea mom, when you sat back down on me, I positioned myself so I would have no problem. I need to rise up for just a minute. Is that OK?" "Do you want me to rise up with you?" "No. just stay on my lap and I'll raise you with me." Saying that, my son raised his hips driving his dick deeper in me. I almost came right then. "Here, let me get a little more comfortable." I wiggled my ass back and forward causing his dick to move around inside me more. As I was riding my son's dick, I looked over at my husband. Mike was still pushing his dick in me as hard as he could. "If only he knew. Here I am naked, fucking my son with my husband right next to me. "How soon do you think we can visit Mike after he settles in his dorm?" "Well with my work load it's going to be hard to get away, but it's not that long of a drive, you can visit him without me." Talking to my husband with my son's dick in me, made me even hornier. "I understand, don't feel bad not coming each time I do. I'll come as much as I can. Is that OK with you Mike?" "Mom, you can come as much as you want to. In fact, the more you come, the better I will like it." As he finished saying that he pushed hard in me. "How soon do you think you will come?" he asked me. "Soon, Mike real soon," I started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. The only part of me moving was my ass. I kept my head still so my husband didn't catch on to what we were doing. I felt an orgasm coming. I took Mike's hands off my hips and pressed them to my tits. My son's dick in me his hands on my tits were too much. I felt wave after wave hit me. All I could do was tense my body. It lasted a good thirty seconds. It was the longest orgasm I ever had. Exhausted I laid back on my son. He wasn't finished with me yet. He kept thrusting his dick in me. His legs went straight out. My son started shooting his cum in me. I could feel it filling me up. It felt very warm. I stayed still until he emptied his dick in me. Both of us were spent. "There's a sign stating there a place to eat about ten miles up the road. Are you guy's hungry? " "Yea Dad, I could eat something," Mike said. I turned around and looked at Mike. He was smiling at me. "What about you Mom? Think you could eat something?" "I'm pretty full, but I think I could eat a hot dog or something." I bent over to pick up my panties that ended up on the floor mat of the car. When I bent over to pick them up, I felt my son's dick fall out of me. I put my feet though the pantie legs and pulled them up. Right before I pulled them over my pussy. My son reached over and struck his finger in me again. I gave him a playful slap on his hand. He took his finger out of me and I pulled my panties up. I started buttoning up my dress. I felt my son stick his dick back in his pants and zip up. "After we eat, how long of a drive do we have left?" I asked my husband. "About two hours. Do you think you guys can manage that for another two hours.'? "I know I don't mind," I told my husband. "If Mike can take it, I can sit on his lap for another two hours. What about you Mike. Do you mind your mom sitting on your lap for another two hours?" "Well, the first two hours went pretty fast. I imagine the next two hours will go as fast or even faster." "I thought at least one of you would be complaining by now." "I don't have any complaints, Do you son?" "Mom I wouldn't complain even if the ride lasted longer." Thank you son, I'll try and make the next two hours good for you."

Me, Mom, and My Mom's Lesbian Lover (a sequel SeXStoRY

This episode preceeds the birth of Mom and Angela's c***d by several months. Almost immediately after they found out that Angela was pregnant (an event that was duelly recorded by Mom as Angela sat on the rim of their bath tub and pissed on the pregnancy test applicator and then cut to the result as the two mother's embraced, kissed and wept) Angela slowly began to change. It wa not apparent at first but as the months progressed and her belly began to swell she became "softer". On onoe particular evening I arrived at their place and Angela greeted at the door with a kiss that seemed to be aimed for my cheek but fell on the corner of my mouth. I was somewhat shocked (as was my mother who was nearby and witnessed this) because she was never one to show physical acts of affection towards me. Even a shake of the hand seemed awkward to her. I think there was some sort conflict about how she should interact with males and not betray her lesbian sensibilities. This newfound affection was puzzling, but I assumed that it would be shortlived. We had never spoken of the night I impregnated her, and there seemed a discernable shyness of Angela's part whenever I came over to pick Mom up for a night out. She even being very tight lipped with Mom about the whole incident, but I could sense that something troubled her. I was advised not to press the issue and address it only if Angela brought it up. I kept quiet. I found the encounter truly erotic. I was in "enemy" territory. I'd never fucked a real lesbian. I have had my fair share of threesomes with two women whom I watched while they sucked and fingered one another, but they were ostensively heterosexual playing temporary lesbains. Angela was a dyke, and she was proud of it to the point were she was turned away from by her very strict Catholic f****y who saw the gay ifestyle as an "abomination". She couldn't live their way. Their happiness seemed all on the surface, but inside they were unhappy with life. She wanted to be happy. Mom and I continued meeting secretly. I sensed however that this was slowly coming to an end. I knew her emotions were going deeper for Angela. She was truly happy. Angela was a wonderful lover, she said on numerous occasions. Since the pregnancy she became even more sexual and affectionate, gentle even. Her surface masculine demeanor was only a mask and the baby was bringing out a softer feminine aspect that Angela kept hidden. It was if in her own way she was saying: I don't want to be the man. This is the role she assumed as soon as she and Mom met. Angela was the aggressor, the sexual dominator. Mom did not mind this and enjoyed the wealthy of affection lavished upon her body by her adoring lover. It all balanced itself out. As the months elapsed and Angela began to swell out so did this softening of her personality. She still had a vaguely manish swagger when she walked. She now eagerly showed off her belly, lifting up her shirt and baring it to anyone. Once she even took my hand and placed it against the underside to feel the baby kicking within. I could not help notice that she guiding my hand that my fingertips brushed the topmost fringe of her pubic hair. In a position where she was standing very close to me I could feel the warm breath against my neck. I looked into her eyes and saw an entirely new emotion that I was not sure was sincere or was a figment of my own imagination. My hand was being physically pushed lower and my fingers traced a path through the thickening pubic hair. Further onward until they now came into contact with the damp fleshy lips of her cunt. Until now they were passive but they were allowed to come alive and I gently pinched the apex between my thumb and forefinger until I felt the clit swell out from underneath it's little hood. Angela's eyes rolled back in her head and then she kissed my neck, my cheek, and then finally my mouth, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. There were still lingering masculine aspects of her personality which seemed to need to be the dominate figure. I had no ego about sex. Our objective was of similar minds so how we arrive there was not important or who was the leader. To be momentarily vular: I just wanted to stick my cock insde a warm wet pussy. Here I was faced with this "career" dyke who had never had another man's cock inside her since that evening a few months ago and was now throwing herself at me like a horny teenaged girl who had just been sprung a girl's school. I was flattered and swept away by this gesture. A year ago I would have bet you any amount of money that Angela would have rater sewn up her own cunt before she allowed a man to fuck her and now she opened my pants and pulled out my cock, tugging it with the casual roughness of a girl playing with her first cock and only remote conscious of the fact that it is fesh and bl**d and not rubber or detachable. She wrung it in her strong hands. I felt as if I were getting a hand job from a contruction worker. I tried not display my discomfort at how she was handling my cock too much and began fingering her cunt. It was exactly a new sight. Mom had been showing my videos they have been making over the course of their relationship. One particular I enjoyed was watching Mom slipping her whole of her fist into Angela cunt, pumping it in and out with a loud squishing sound similar to someone walking round in boots filled with water. She got a generous portion of her forearm in, but Mom does have very slim arms. I wonder if she'll let me fist fuck her. I've met only a couple of women who allowed me to do that. I tore myself away from her pussy only a moment in order to lift off her t shirt and slip off her sweat pants. My hands immediately slipped under her arms and caressed the thick hair that grew there. I have a bit of a fetish about female underarm hair that I tried to impose on Mom early in our own relationship but she allowed a little outgrowth before shaving it off. It made her feel unclean and unnatural she told me. At least she allowed me to shave her pits when the moment came. Angela's pits were paradise to someone with such a fetish as myself. I twisted several longer strands out into braids. Angela continued holding firmly onto my cock, rubbing the tip against the swollen lips of her cunt, but refrained from any actual penetration yet. She seemed to want to savor the moment for as long as possible. I slipped my hand round, fondled her ass for a few minutes before putting up into her anus. This provoked a long deep grunt and her buttock muscles contracted like a clamp on my hand insinuating itself into that deep cleth. All the fine hair that covered her body only added to my delirium that I was about to fuck such an exotic a****l. How many men really get the opportunity to fuck a "real" dyke, not some imposter dyke? It still made my head spin. What in the world would Mom think about this? Because of her advanced maturnal girth we could not fuck in another position than doggie style. I wanted to see her face when she came. I was robbed of that moment the last encounter we had. She did have an orgasm that night she would admit to me and this provoked these new conflicting heterosexual emotions in her that she had no idea even existed until that moment. She tried to bury and deny them but they came echoing back up from the abyss of her subconscious. I am a closet hetero, Angela's paniced mind called out. But she was absolutely in love with my mom. This fact she had no doubt about. Perhaps, she rationalized, she was bisexual? A lot of deep soul searching led her to this second encounter. She too was entering uncertain territory as well. After some twenty some odd years as a staunch lesbian here was guiding a man's cock into her pussy. In this doggie position I could watch my cock slowly inch it's way up into her cunt, enjoying the tightness and the sweet perfume it emmitted. I restrained my gentleness for as long as possible, but since I was in an area that would do the fetus no harm, I started pounding her cunt as I had witnessed Mom fucking Angela whilst wearing a strap on dildo and provoked a chorus of a****listic grunts, sighs, and a litany of vulgar remarks from Angela as she raced toward an orgasm. I ran my hands over her swollen belly as I now gradually increased my pumping hips, smacking against her fleshy fuzzy ass. Simulanteously, I continued fingering her asshole. One finger soon became all four and then the majority of my hand sank into into that anal cavity. I massaged the rectal muscles with dexterity of all my fingers within. Angela moaned and swore loudly. With my free hand I was continuing to aggitate her clit which now felt like a tiny penis in its full erect state. It was an amazing sight to see on video and she was quite proud of this unique appendage. I was close now. I wanted to come on her belly. I dislodged myself and gently turned Angela over onto her back. With a few tugs I unloaded the sum of my passion all over Angela's belly, glazing it thickly, watching it break off into tiny rivulates and ran down into her dense pubic bush. I wrung out a few more droplets and collapsed beside her. We were both panting like a pair of over exerted race horses. Regaining some of our diminished energies we staggered into the bathroom and took a long and leisurely shower. By the time Mom got home we were the portrait of innocence sitting in the living room sofa watching television. She kissed Angela and then me on the cheek. But Mom always has an uncanny sixth sense about things and seemed to look at us with a narrow-eyed suspicious gaze. Perhaps the shower had not rinsed off all of the scent of sex. We tried to maintain a facade of innocence. Later that evening I was home when the phone rang. "Angela broke," Mom said. "She told me everything." I just stood there with the phone in my hand. Her voice had no hint of anger, I don't know why I'd expect there to be. In the past we'd had threesomes with people we met but whom had no idea that they fucking a mother and her son. She had no overbearing territorality when it came to sex. She knew I slept with other women, and sometimes a man now and then. She always eager to hear all the details. This seemed different. The idea that they were now married and about to have a c***d seemed like I had seduced her partner. "Angela s sucking my pussy at this very moment. I also told her about us." "Tell me you're kinding. No...." "It's all right. She understands. She thinks it's beautiful. We're all going to be incredibly happy from here on."