Bryan Taylor cleared out of his dorm late in the morning, after taking his Econ mid-term exam. He'd been set to roll down to Lauderdale with his roommate Steve, to party Spring Break away.
He'd changed his plans at the last minute.
By noon he was on the interstate in his little Fiat, headed south to his mother's house. Just after three in the afternoon, he pulled into the driveway of the two-story brick colonial that he'd grown up in.
Bryan was worried about his mom.
Carol Taylor had struggled in the months since Bryan's father had abruptly moved out, leaving her alone in the big house with Bryan's sister, Harper. Carol's video calls with her son at school had become litanies of the frustration and worry of trying to get her increasingly defiant eighteen-year-old daughter under control. The calls had become less frequent over the last month, and Carol had seemed more distracted and less eager to spend time on the phone at all.
So, Bryan had decided on a sudden impulse to spend the week back home instead of at the beach.
He parked in the drive and let himself into the house through the side door. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, it abruptly occurred to him that calling ahead might have been a better idea than surprising his mother.
Because, judging by the noises echoing down the stairwell from the upstairs bedrooms, it sounded like Dad had come home again.
Bryan was anything but a virgin. He knew the sounds a woman made when fucking, and he knew his mother's voice--but he'd never heard the two sounds together. Until now.
"Shit," he muttered, setting his bags down quietly on the ceramic tile floor. His mother might have been devastated by her husband's leaving, but Bryan had been glad to see the cheating bastard go. He'd looked forward to spending time with his mom this week, but the last thing he wanted was to put up with day after day of Craig Taylor's swaggering braggadocio again.
So, the reason that Mom had stopped wanting to talk was that Dad was keeping her busy in the bedroom. She could at least have let Bryan know. He supposed that she might be embarrassed to admit that she'd taken the big lout back.
Dejected, Bryan considered slipping back out to the car and going on to the beach as he'd originally planned.
His mother's moans grew louder. He moved toward the main stair, telling himself that he just wanted to make sure that he was right about what was going on and that she was okay. He couldn't admit to himself that hearing Mom's husky contralto raised in carnal rapture as she approached orgasm was turning him on.
That his father could still excite his mother repelled Bryan...but not enough to soften the erection stirring in his pants. Suppressing his annoyance, he crept up the carpeted steps.
He was on the second-floor landing when he heard another woman's voice--a giggle and a squeal, higher-pitched than his mother's.
Okay, then. Not Dad.
Bryan had never thought about his mom being into other women, nor what impact if any that might have had on her relationship with her husband.
The voice might be Jill Lawson's. Her Subaru wagon was parked out in front of her house next door, unusual at this time in the afternoon on a Friday. In her late thirties, busty blonde Jill was a married high school teacher with a son of her own, and an outrageous flirt who'd gotten pretty handsy with Bryan not long before he'd graduated. She had a filthy mouth on her, too, but in his opinion she was a little too brazen to be believed. He couldn't see her sneaking home from school before student dismissals to seduce her lonely neighbor.
Okay, so sneaking up on his mom while she was fucking was creepy. But curiosity was killing Bryan. So he told himself another lie: that his mom was emotionally vulnerable right now and might be involved in something that could get her hurt. He pretended to himself that the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his beautiful mother naked and locked in an intimate embrace with another woman played no part in his slipping silently down the hallway toward the master bedroom.
There was a full-length mirror on the closet door at the end of the hall, directly facing the door of the bedroom that Mom and Dad had shared for so many years. The bedroom door was open, and Bryan found a position from which he could see their bed reflected in that mirror.
His mother was not with Jill Lawson.
Carol Taylor lay on her back in the center of her bed, completely naked. Her head and hips were propped up on pillows, with her long curvy legs bent at the knees and her feet planted flat on the mattress.
Bryan's sister, Harper, crouched on her knees between Carol's widespread thighs. The eighteen-year-old was as naked as her mother, and slowly withdrawing a long, shiny black plastic dildo from Carol's glistening, hairless pussy.
Bryan bit down on his tongue to keep from shouting out loud. This had to be an incredible dream! He was still in bed, back in his dorm room, and probably already late for his Econ test.
He screwed his eyes shut and took a long breath, but when he opened them again nothing had changed. His mother and younger sister were still in bed together, and Harper was still fucking Mom with a big plastic prick.
The end of the fake cock popped free of Carol's pussy. That delicious little pink hole gaped open, the plump lips shiny with her juice. More juice pooled inside her slit. When Harper turned the dildo up and brought the head to her mouth, her brother saw how huge it was. He also saw that it was a two-headed toy, about a foot and a half long and as big around as Harper's wrist, with each end sculpted into perfect oversized replicas of a man's glans.
Harper licked all the cunt cream off the end that had lately been inside her mother's pussy, then tossed the dildo aside.
"Ohhhh...Don't stop now, sweetie," Carol pleaded hoarsely with her daughter. "I was about to cum again!"
"Yeah, I can tell by the way those big nipples stick out," Harper laughed. "Like they always do when you're ready to pop. Like a couple of little cocks."
The girl leaned forward, bringing her face to within a few inches of one of her mother's tremendous breasts. She blew hot breath across Carol's tits, causing the areolae to pucker and the nipples to stand up even stiffer than before. "And you know what I like to do with cocks, Mom. Right?"
Harper pursed her lips around her mother's left nipple and sucked.
"Awwww..." Carol closed her eyes and her head lolled back on the pillow. She reached out to comb her fingers through Harper's long, dark curls. "If you make those cocks feel as good as you always do Mommy's boobs, I bet you're making a lot of guys very happy."
"As many as I can, Mom," Harper said proudly. "And I think, pretty soon, you're gonna do the same."
Bryan took a deep breath and tried to think rationally. He saw three ways he could go from here.
He could barge in on his mom and sister, confused and angry and demanding to know what was going on. Bad idea. It would do no one any good, and would in all likelihood humiliate everyone and maybe cause irreparable emotional harm.
Or, he could back quietly down the stairs, get back in his car, and head for Lauderdale. He didn't know if he could drink or fuck enough in a week at the beach to drive the exciting and disturbing visions of his mom and sister fucking out of his consciousness, but he'd give it one hell of a try.
That might be the sensible thing to do. Stoned debauchery was a plan, right?
Or...he could stay right where he was, and watch what happened next.
He chose the third course of action--or, rather, he let the rock-hard erection straining against the zipper of his pants choose it for him. After all, who could blame a fellow? The two most beautiful women in his world, one of them the woman he'd lusted after every day since he'd first discovered what lust really meant, were unknowingly putting on a private sex show just for him.
Carol and Harper were beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous, in fact, sharing a family resemblance while presenting a study in contrasts. Both had dark chestnut hair and wide blue eyes, with small waists and long, shapely legs. But where Harper's body was that of a gymnast-- lean, with a high, tight rump and small, perky breasts--Carol had a voluptuous, hourglass figure. Her hips were full, her ass big and round, her thighs curvy as a 1940s calendar girl. And her breasts would have been the envy of most of those pin-ups: voluminous, perfectly sculpted globes of flesh that defied age and gravity.
Harper could be hell on wheels, but she looked blissfully angelic nursing on her mother's big tits. She slipped one of her small hands down between Carol's legs, running a fingertip around the inner rim of her still-open pussy mouth to lubricate it, then moving up to stroke her mother's prominent, swollen pink clit. Carol's belly shuddered visibly and she rolled her hips against Harper's hand.
"You are soooo good at this," Carol murmured. "You know so much for someone so..."
"Young?" Harper laughed wickedly. "Yeah, been doin' a lot of hurry-up learning since Dad's been gone. The house is empty all day when you're at work, so I cut classes and entertain guests. Speaking of which..." Harper slipped three fingers up into Carol's fuck-slot and wiggled them back and forth. "We gotta get a cock in you, Mom. A lot of cocks, in fact."
"I-I don't know if I'm ready for that," Carol stammered, blushing.
"Of course you're ready. You've been ready. You're such a hot-blooded slut, you were climbing the walls before Dad was gone a week. It's just a good thing that you have a dutiful tramp of a daughter at home to take you in hand, don't you think?"
Bryan couldn't believe that he'd heard right. Harper had been the seducer, and Mom the seduced? Although, watching her use her mouth and her hands on Carol and seeing the older woman's dreamy expression as she soared toward orgasm, his sister clearly was n novice at this. With absolute confidence and skill, she was driving her mother wild.
No wonder Mom had stopped wanting to spend time on the phone. Imagining how much lewd mother-daughter activity had been going on around this house in the last few weeks, Bryan couldn't resist unsnapping his pants and grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. He jacked himself off slowly, never taking his eyes from the action in the mirror.
Harper abandoned Carol's tits, for the time being, sitting back on her haunches and picking up the double-headed dildo again. She leaned forward and rubbed one end of the huge rubbery cock back and forth across her mother's drooling slit, lubing it up with Carol's pussy juice. The slender teenager inserted the sculpted cock-head just inside her mother's cunt and eased it into her fuck-hole.
"D'ya like that?"
"Uh...uh-huh," Carol sighed.
"Yeah, not so bad a substitute when Daddy's not around, hmm?"
"Leave that S.O.B. out of it." Carol's voice was half an angry snarl, but her heart wasn't in it. Bryan could tell from the way she squirmed and ground her ass against the bed that the intense pleasure of being fucked by her own daughter left her little extra energy for bitterness at her ex.
"If not Daddy, then who should we get to fuck this pussy?" Harper teased. She worked a few more inches of the plastic prick into her mother's dripping cunt. "What about Mr. Lawson, next door? Think he's got a cock as big as this one?"
"F-Frank?" Carol mumbled. "What...about...Jill?"
"What about her?" Harper shrugged. "But, okay...you wanna fuck their son, Corey?
"H-he's your brother's age!"
"I know. And I can tell how much you love that idea. Your pussy's opening up," Harper said, pushing several more inches of the dildo into her mother's needy pussy.
She was right. Carol lunged upward at the mention of Corey's name, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed in short, jerking movements as the flexing fake cock entered her. Bryan wondered how much of the toy his mother could take. She easily had seven or eight inches up her cunt now and neither she nor Harper was slowing down.
Corey Lawson. The thought of his beautiful mother fucking a guy near his own age made Bryan's prick so hard it ached. He unzipped his pants as quietly as he could and pulled down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. It was a risky move, but he needed relief. He pulled on his prick, unconsciously keeping time with Harper's fucking motions.
Harper wrapped the fingers of one hand around the dildo just a few inches from the free end. Ducking her head, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed the molded cock-head. Bryan was amazed at how easily his younger sister accommodated the sex toy. He could see the bulge of the helmet moving down her throat as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and puffed out as she worked her throat muscles around it. When she withdrew the plastic pole from her mouth after several seconds it was coated with her thick, slippery saliva.
"Time for me to get in on the fun," Harper said, smirking. She reclined on the mattress facing Carol, scooting her small ass forward to slide one leg under one of her mother's thighs. She draped her other leg over the older woman's other thigh and aimed the spit-slickened dildo at her own tiny, clean-shaven pussy. Bryan watched, mesmerized, as Harper impaled her cunt on the dildo.
"Fuck, oh fuck yeah," the teen breathed, humping her ass forward to take more and more of the dildo into her slot. Her movements caused the toy to slide and turn inside her mother's wet pussy. Carol shook from head to toe. Her eyes rolled up under their lids.
Harper took her mother's hands and entwined their fingers, squirming and wriggling forward until the last bit of the plastic fuck-pole disappeared between them.
Their tender cunt lips grazed. Carol screamed and convulsed in orgasm.
Harper laughed triumphantly. "Oh, you love it, don't you? Tell me how much you love being your daughter's fuck toy!"
"Oh God...oh God help me, I do!" Carol gasped. "I love...love..."
"What do you love, Mommy?" Harper teased, grinding and rolling her hips like a stripper to drive the long, thick dildo in and out of her mother's spasming sex channel. "Tell me like before. Like you tell me, every time."
"I love being your fuck toy," Carol sobbed. "Being your, your--"
"My whore," her daughter hissed. "My hot Mommy-whore."
Bryan's anger flared for a moment at Harper's gleeful disrespect for their mother. But on hearing her daughter's words Carol's lovely face contorted in lust, leaving no doubt how fully she enjoyed this wicked, taunting game. Her cheeks flushed, her lips curled back from her even white teeth, and she growled like an animal as she writhed and rubbed her dripping cunt lips against Harper's, straining toward yet another climax.
The women instinctively wriggled and ground sensuously against each other, sharing the fuck-pole as if from frequent practice. As they rocked and humped, a length of the plastic shaft appeared and then disappeared between their legs. Sometimes they fucked in an easy, mutual rhythm. At other moments it was as if their pussies were competing for sole possession of the fat, fake prick. Through it all, whenever their writhings caused their clits to touch their sighs gave way to yelps and moans of ecstasy.
Bryan took it all in from his hidden vantage, jerking himself off with both hands. He wanted with all of his being to shuck his clothes, barge into his parents' bedroom, and hurl himself into the middle of the hot action between his mother and sister. They were both so far gone in their frenzied fuck-lust that they'd have to welcome him--wouldn't they?
He hesitated, and in that fraction of a second of doubt, his cock suddenly jerked and started the familiar internal pumping contractions that singled imminent eruption. He clamped his jaw shut, choking back a groan as his balls tightened. He yanked his pants up just in time, stuffing his prick into them and aiming downward so that he shot his load into his boxer briefs rather than all over the pale green wall-to-wall carpet of the hallway.
Chagrined, Bryan zipped up his pants and quietly backed down the stairs. He could still hear his mother and sister crying out in carnal joy as he retrieved his bags from the kitchen and snuck out to the driveway.
He made as much noise as he possibly could this time, slamming the door of his convertible and throwing the kitchen door wide open as he re-entered the house and dropped his suitcase heavily on the tile.
"Hey, where is everybody?" he shouted up the stairs.
Without waiting for an answer, he clomped down the wooden stairs to his old basement bedroom, where he washed up and changed into fresh clothes.
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"I do wish you'd called ahead," Bryan's mother said to him as they looked over the menu at his favorite hometown Thai restaurant. She glanced across the table at Harper, who feigned disinterest in her mother's attention but looked far too pleased with herself for Bryan's taste.
"I wanted to surprise you," He said, pretending to study the menu. He, his mother, Harper and the waiter and the cook and probably the vaguely familiar couple at the next table all knew that he'd have the same thing he'd ordered every time they'd come here for the last five years: lemon grass soup, Pad Ka Pow and an iced coffee. That was the point of coming here on his first day home. It was his comfort food, and he suddenly found himself feeling a lot more in need of comfort than he'd expected. "I thought you'd be glad to see me."
"I am!" Carol looked hurt. "I just--that is, if I'd known, I'd have made you something nice at home instead of having to drive up here for dinner. You must get awfully tired of that dining hall food."
"Aw, Mom, I like this place. And I know you've got a lot to handle, since..."
"Since Dad flaked on us," Harper interrupted airily. Bryan glared at her. Until now, he'd mostly avoided eye contact with his sister since she'd first slouched downstairs and waved vaguely at him about an hour after he'd staged his "arrival." She'd pretended to have been in her room playing Bioshock all afternoon. He knew what games she'd really been playing, in Mom's room.
Beyond everything else that bothered him about Harper, he had the new problem that he couldn't stop remembering her naked. And that gave him a hard-on.
Just as looking at his mother did.
Carol chided her daughter. "He's still your father."
Harper shrugged. "Whatever."
The women put on a good show of bickering...if it was, in fact, a pretense. Bryan was still trying to sort out what had been going on between them--other than the obvious, of course. Harper had remarked that afternoon that her mother said the same things "every time" they had sex, suggesting that they'd been together more than a couple of times. But how had all this happened? Had they been fucking before Dad had left? Who else was Harper screwing around with, and trying to get Mom to fuck? How much influence did his sister have over their mother, anyway?
The trouble was that when Bryan mentally replayed the events he'd witnessed he couldn't concentrate on understanding any of it. His cock got hard fast and all he wanted was to go somewhere private, fantasize about his mom and sister, and jack off.
Even fully dressed as they were now, and out in a public place, the sensuality of the two overpowered his senses. Harper was dressed in her usual sluttishly tacky style, pairing cut-offs that barely covered her crotch with a black beach tee emblazoned with the cornily provocative slogan "Tequila Makes My Clothes Fall Off." Her small protruding nipples showed clearly through the thin cotton. It was the kind of rebellious "fashion statement" that had set off countless arguments with her mother.
This evening, however, Carol appeared less inclined to condemn her daughter than to compete. She wore white shorts that looked painted on and a purple wrap-around knit top, with a plunging V-neck and no bra. So much of her ample cleavage showed that their waiter had been forced to stare fixedly at his electronic pad to avoid gawking at the forty-year-old mother's huge tits.
Bryan barely tasted his much-anticipated meal. His mother noticed his listless appetite. "I hope you're not coming down with something."
"I'm fine--you know, actually, you may be right. I am feeling a little hot," Bryan said. "I think when we get home I'm gonna turn in early if that's okay."
An hour later, he was lying naked on his back in his downstairs bedroom, shooting wad after wad of cum into handfuls of Kleenex until he finally sank into a confused and weary sleep.
He awoke sometime later to moonlight streaming through the open Venetian blinds and a gentle stirring sensation between his legs. "Ma...Harper! What the--"
"Shhh!" his sister hissed. Bryan sat bolt upright, staring disbelievingly at her where she sat hunched down between his thighs. She had his already-half-erect prick in one hand and was dragging her fingernails along the puckered skin of his ball sack. "I don't want Mom to hear! Not right now, anyway."
"Jesus Christ! What are you doing?"
"What are you, stupid? I'm playing with your goddamn junk, all right?" Harper nibbled at her brother's prick-head, sending shivers of pleasure through his groin. "I'm impressed, Bro. Until this afternoon I wouldn't've guessed you were packin' serious firepower down here." She rolled her eyes in disgust at Bryan's blank expression. "Fun fact: mirrors work both ways. I could see you out in the hallway just as clear as you could see us. It's lucky I know just how to keep Mom distracted, or she'd have caught you too."
"Oh, fuck me," Bryan muttered, collapsing onto his back.
"That's what I'm here for, big brother."
"Wait--wait a minute!"
Harper ignored him and closed her lips around his cock, bobbing her head up and down half a dozen times. Damn, but she was good! He had another full-on boner in no time. She lifted her head. "You shot off when you were watching us, and judging from that wastebasket you've been pretty busy up here this evening. But here you are, ready to go again." She stroked her small hand teasingly up and down his cock. "I guess you're just built to fuck, huh? Same as the rest of this pervert family. Same as me."
With an obscene grin, Bryan's sister swung a leg over his hips and, holding onto his prick with one hand, lowered her pussy toward the tip. Before he could say a word, his bulging cock-knob slipped between her wet pussy lips. "Atta boy," she whispered, her tight teen cunt sliding little by little down his pole. "Oh, fuck, you're big! One of the biggest ever. Oh damn, oh fuck!"
Bryan reflected on the wrongness of incest for a tenth of a second before Harper clamped her pussy muscles tight around his shaft and started rippling her young fuck-hole up and down his prick. Her snapping pussy settled the moral issue in favor of thrusting his pelvis upward, driving balls-deep into her welcoming cock sheath.
"Yeah, baby! Woo-hoo!" Harper arched her back and tossed her head, bouncing up and down on her brother's cock in a frenzy. Bryan grabbed her hips to keep her in the saddle while bucking up and down beneath her.
Bryan had been with maybe twenty women total in his year and a half at college and not one of them--not the sorority chicks or the cheerleaders or the forty-something Dean of Women's Studies who loved being handcuffed and doubled-up on--screwed with the ferocity or erotic skill of this eighteen-year-old slut who just happened to be his younger sister.
His own sister was the hottest fuck he'd ever had.
How in the hell had she learned all of this so fast? She'd pronounced him "one of the biggest ever." Just how many dicks had been up inside Harper's little snatch?
The question itself was enough to spur Bryan to a gallop, drilling her harder and faster. Bryan had moved from his childhood bedroom on the upper level down into the Taylor basement four years ago, seeking privacy and distance from the rest of the family as he'd matured. He was glad again that he'd done it, as Harper moaned so loudly each time he bottomed out inside her torrid cunt that she'd surely have awakened their mother were they upstairs.
Down here they could do as they pleased.
With that thought, Bryan grabbed Harper's shoulders and pulled her down so that he could suck her tits and lash her nipples with the flat of his tongue while he kept ramming his cock into her pussy. His hand sought out her clit.
"Mmmmm...that's it," Harper sighed. "Guess you know what you're doin,' huh?"
Bryan's only answer was to grab her tight around her waist and crush her against his chest, hammering his cock up her cunt hard enough that his balls swung up and slapped her ass from below.
"Oooowow!" she yelled. Bryan felt rapid contractions all along her fuck tunnel. "I'm there! Oh yeah, baby, gonna cum! Shoot in me, big brother! Do it!"
To Bryan's astonishment, despite having shot off three times since dinner, the sight of his own sister cumming on his cock combined with the cock-pleasing contractions of her cunt brought him quickly to his own climax. His cock erupted, pumping blast after blast of sizzling jism into Harper's madly sucking cunt.
"Aaagghnnh..." she babbled joyfully, grinding and rocking her ass against her brother's hips, sliding her pussy up and down his cock faster, gyrating crazily as he sped up the tempo of his cock to match her pace. "Fuck, yeah! Fuuccckkk!"
Harper went limp as a rag doll on top of Bryan. After catching her breath, she raised her head to look into his eyes. "Nice to have you home, bro."
"Never thought I'd hear that from you," Bryan said.
"And I can't believe I said it." She stuck her tongue out at him. "You can be a major jerk, you know? But I've put up with worse for the sake of a good screw." Emphasizing her point, she tightened her pussy around her brother's rapidly softening prick. "How long you home for? You gonna stay all week?"
"I thought I would. But I don't know now. What the hell is going on between you and Mom?"
"More dumb questions. Same thing as between you and me." Harper smiled and kissed Bryan on the lips.
"She's your mother!"
"And I'm your sister." Harper rolled over and sat up in bed next to him. "It's like I said, everybody in this family are, like, total horn dogs. I always had the bedroom next to Mom and Dad's. Do you have any idea how much they screwed? Two or three times, most nights. After all those years. And then, Dad was gettin' God knows how much pussy on the side." She giggled. "Fucking is in our nature. Maybe we're some kind of super-horny mutants.
"Anyway, Mom was climbing the walls without dick. I felt bad for her. Real bad. I tried to get her to date. She wouldn't. 'Too soon,' and all that shit. And she was driving me nuts, getting into my business. 'Where are you going? Who's going to be at the party?' You know the drill. It was a major drag, and I had to do something. So I gave her what she needed, to help her hold it together. I'm a good daughter."
Bryan stared at Harper, incredulous. "Gave her what she needed?"
"I fucked Mommy's brains out." Harper flashed a feral grin. "Introduced her to my plastic pal."
"You're a regular angel of mercy, huh? This is not exactly charity work."
"Not with a lady as scrumptious as our mommy, no," Harper giggled. "I'll fess up, when I realized it was just gonna be me and her around this place from now on, I got tingly all over. She's such a babe. I don't know where she learned to eat pussy, but she's got skills."
"Damn, you're an evil little slut."
"And if you weren't such a stick in the mud, you'd stop looking down your nose at me and maybe see how this could work out for you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Harper yawned and stretched languidly. "Man, I am wiped. If you want all the dirty details, wake me up in an hour or two and I'll tell you. Maybe it'll get you hard and we can fuck again. But right this moment I gotta crash."
"Harper--"
"Big day, tomorrow. G'nite, stud." She rolled over, closed her eyes, and began to snore.
Carol Taylor gazed out her kitchen window and sipped her morning coffee. Bright sunlight streamed low across the green tops of the distant hills, promising a warm and beautiful weekend. She ought to dress and get started on the yard work that she put off during the week. She'd have to find where in the garage Craig kept the electric weed whacker. He'd always taken care of the lawn when he'd lived at home.
Instead, Carol was still lounging around in her short blue nightgown and slippers, too horny to focus on practical matters. She'd stayed late in bed this morning, getting herself off with her fingers. She'd missed having a late-night visit from Harper last evening, to ease the constant state of arousal that consumed her lately. But for some reason, her daughter had insisted that they stay away from one another while Bryan was home.
Harper wasn't usually cautious or discreet, which made her mother suspicious. And this morning, the girl had taken off for parts unknown before Carol had awakened, without saying where she was going. That was more typically Harper.
Harper was the wild one, a complete contrast to her brother. Bryan was mature and responsible and reliable. Why, just this morning he'd volunteered to do the week's grocery shopping. He'd seemed anxious to get out of the house--so eager that Carol wondered if she'd done something to upset him.
Maybe she'd have a talk with him when he got home. Right now, she was going to go up to Harper's room and see if she could find her daughter's two-headed dildo. If the girl was going to leave Carol hot and wanting for who knew how long, the least she could do was to lend her mother her fake cock. Fingers could only do so much. Carol needed something big and hard in her pussy.
Craig Taylor had been good for exactly one thing other than yard work. Sure, he was a louse, a run-around, fuck-around bastard. But he was a hell of a stud, with the cock of a horse and balls that never seemed to run dry. Having him in her bed every night to service all her horny desires had enabled Carol to live in denial of the irresistible power of her sexual urges for years. After all, there wasn't anything wrong or slutty about a lawfully-wedded woman wanting her husband to fuck her several times every day--was there?
Deprived of that ever-ready cock for only a few months, she'd started to lose her mind. She'd started remembering and obsessing over all the guys she'd opened her legs for before meeting Craig. She'd even looked one or two of them up. The school quarterback? Married with three kids, fifty pounds overweight, and working sixty hours a week at the used Chevy lot up on Route 12. Her prom date, the guy she'd lost her virginity to, was a county cop serving out a suspension for drunk-on-duty. He couldn't keep a boner long enough to cum in Carol's mouth.
Carol had to conclude that, weirdly enough, she'd picked the best of the batch. Craig was unfaithful, and he had the kind of problems with authority that landed him in trouble at his job too often, but he was an honest-to-God bull stud. Sexually, they were perfectly matched.
And Harper took after them both where her voracious sexual appetite was concerned. Her virginity probably hadn't survived until sundown on her eighteenth birthday. Who'd been the lucky stud? A guy at school, or one of her teachers? Corey Lawson, the son of their next-door neighbors Jill and Frank? Whoever it had been, once Harper had got started fucking there'd been no stopping her.
Her father hadn't been gone a month before she'd shocked Carol by putting the moves on her.
It started as just the two of them snuggling in bed watching TV, then kissing, then one night Harper was sucking Carol's boobs, cooing over how big and beautiful they were, then kissing down her belly, and then, and then...
Harper had seduced her own mother. And Carol had loved every second of it. Nonetheless, she'd insisted in a dutiful parental fashion that what they were doing was wrong.
"Goddamn, Mom, you must've grown up in a cave," Harper had sneered. "There's nothing wrong with fucking. It feels great, doesn't it? Why shouldn't we make each other feel great? Especially since Dad's a dickhead who didn't appreciate you. Now come on and spread those pretty legs again. Let's sixty-nine."
Remembering her first few suck sessions with Harper ratcheted Carol's morning lust up another few notches.
Time to find that damned dildo.
A sudden sharp noise from outside stopped her in her tracks--a fox's cry? Not at this time of day. No, it was a woman's throaty laughter. It came from the Lawsons' backyard.
Carol stood stock still and listened. Another laugh, this time a male voice. Seized by curiosity, she opened the sliding door onto her screened-in back porch and stepped outside. Between the slats of the privacy fence that separated their two yards, she could see people moving on the Lawsons' deck. Sound carried pretty well across the manicured lawns of this quiet neighborhood. She recognized Jill's voice.
"Where's Wyatt? You guys said there'd be three of you today."
Male laughter, again. "Jeez, Mrs. Lawson, ain't me and Kevin enough for right now? Don't worry about Wyatt. He ain't gonna miss this party."
"Hope not," Jill replied, her voice oddly muffled.
Carol wished she could see over the privacy fence. Looking around, she got an idea. She slid the box-crate coffee table across the porch to the window as quietly as she could. She kicked off her slippers and climbed up to stand on the table. Now she had a perfect view of the Lawsons' entire backyard. She only hoped that, in the bright morning light, Jill and her visitors couldn't see clearly into the porch through the screen mesh.
Not that Jill would have been paying attention to her neighbor's house. Not when she had her hands wrapped around two of the biggest cocks that Carol had ever seen.
"Jesus Christ," Carol whispered to herself. Thirty feet away, Jill Lawson crouched barefoot on the balls of her feet on the stained wood of her deck, wearing only a pale pink bikini that barely held her enormous tits in place. Her naturally fair skin was already deeply tanned for so early in the season and gleamed in the sunlight from a fresh application of baby oil.
Two naked guys stood over her, one on each side. They were both tall and heavily muscled. Carol recognized them as Kevin Miller and Jason Cannon, senior-year players for the football team at the high school where Jill taught English. Their cocks thrust out proudly a few inches from either side of her face, both of them wet with spit and pre-cum. Jill slipped her well-oiled hands back and forth along the length of their pricks, a lewd grin on her face.
Turning to Kevin, she stuck out her tongue and trailed it along the underside of his cock from base to tip. More clear liquid drooled down the groove in the underside of his glans. She licked it up hungrily, then turned to Jason. After darting her tongue out to catch a drop of pre-cum from his cock-slit she licked his helmet all over, paused for a moment, and pushed her head forward to swallow his entire prick. Her control was amazing--she never once paused for breath or choked, just smoothly inhaled that great joint of fuck-meat, her cheeks puffing and hollowing like a bellows, until her lush lips touched his groin. Carol could see his pubic hair quiver as she exhaled slowly through her nose.
"Yeah, suck me," Jason groaned. "Man, how can you even do that?" He instinctively worked his hips in and out of Jill's mouth, an inch or two of his soaking cock appearing and then disappearing again on every stroke.
"Teach belongs in a fuckin' circus," Kevin agreed. "She's a sword-swallower. It's all practice, man. Like the coach always tells us, right? The chicks at school ain't sucked near enough cock to do what Mrs. Lawson does to our dicks."
Carol found herself wondering if she could do what Jill was doing with her mouth. Moving effortlessly from cock to cock like that, taking them deep. Wanton as she'd thought herself to be in her teen years, taking on multiple guys had been only a horny fantasy. Watching her neighbor, the horny mother knew that she desperately wanted the chance to try it for herself--and soon.
She steadied herself with one hand against the window sill and reached a hand inside her nightgown to cup one of her tits. She kneaded the big globe, running a finger back and forth across her nipple to tease it into stiff arousal. A flush of heat flowed through her body and she felt the wetness between her legs.
Carol thought it unfair that Jill Lawson should have two young, hard pricks to herself, while right next door she was yearning for a deep fuck from a real, live prick instead of a silicone shaft. She really ought to march right over there and claim one of those studs. Surely the young guys would be more than happy to service two sluts instead of just one, and what could Jill say in protest? Who would she complain to? Surely not her husband.
Carol managed to smile to herself at the fantasy. That was all it was...for now. A fantasy to fuel her self-pleasure.
After a long time, Jill drew her head backward again, pulling free of Jason's cock. Her hands roamed down to massage the insides of her partners' massively muscled thighs. She worked her way upward to their big hanging ball sacks. Her gold wedding band caught the bright rays of the sun as her fingertips caressed those heavy, swollen cum bags. Even from forty feet away, Carol could see the fullness of their sacks and the way their pricks throbbed, and she knew that the guys were on the edge of exploding. Would Jill take them one at a time in her pussy, or suck one off while the other came in her cunt, or even--Carol scarcely dared hope--even let them double penetrate her ass and pussy?
The answer was none of those. Instead, after planting a series of soft, lingering kisses on the guys' balls, Jill looked up at them with the most depraved grin that Carol had ever seen and said, "I'm ready, fellows. Bathe me in ball juice, darlings. Do it like I taught you."
Carol held her breath, scarcely believing that she was about to see two men blow their nuts all over her neighbor's pretty face. She moved her hand from her tit to her crotch, gently stroking the hard little fun button at the apex of her slit.
The guys exchanged a look and a nod and both started pulling on their pricks as if competing to be first. After a few seconds, Kevin came with a loud growl. His throbbing cock was only an inch or two from Jill's face when shots of thick white jism started pumping from the tip.
The blonde's look of ecstasy as the first jets of cum shot explosively onto her face was a wonder to behold. The first viscous globs spurted onto her cheek and across her upper lip, running down into the corners of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick it off of her lips. Kevin aimed his second volley directly into her gaping mouth. Jill gurgled gleefully while she gulped down as much of it down as she could. Some still splashed onto her nose and chin.
As Jason's prick erupted he took several steps back from Jill. His jism shot out so rapidly that it was almost a steady spray, hosing her with creamy semen from the top of her head down to her heaving tits. She squealed with delight and twisted toward him, tipping her face up and wriggling and running her hands up and down her body as if she were taking a shower--which she was. But instead of hot, soapy water, she scrubbed up in the kind of incredible torrent of sperm-rich fuck juice that only a very young, athletic, and powerfully virile stud could produce.
Right at that instant, Carol vowed that she would find herself a young fuck partner. A guy who could keep it hard for ages, fill her full of spunk and get it up again in no time. Hell, she was thirty-six years old. She could be fucking a guy half her age without breaking the law. And as for morality, to hell with all that.
Kevin and Bryan finally finished shooting their loads. Jill went right back to work on their cocks, licking them clean of the last dribbles of jism. She wiped her fingers over her face and her tits, collecting and feeding herself all the cum she could gather. Then she stood up and strolled over to the lounger she'd set up on the deck for sunbathing, retrieving a big towel and rubbing it over her face and short blond curls.
"I hope you two don't have other exciting plans for the day," she cooed sweetly. "Hubby's off on a golf weekend with his buddy Craig who used to live next door. And my son Corey's pulling a double shift at Burger Biggy today. A gal could get kind of lonely."
"We got all afternoon," Jason chortled. "If you don't mind, I think we'd just as soon hang around here and put the prick to you."
"Mind? It's what I live for. I wish I could have the whole team here, all big and strong and naked with your cocks out and drowning me in hot loads of jism. I want to spend all day sucking quarts of cum out of a dozen sets of nuts."
"I guess I'm not a whole team, but maybe I'll do for now, huh?" A new voice boomed out. Wyatt Foster, the school team's quarterback, strode across the yard. Carol's breath caught in her throat. Big, blonde, and built like a movie action hero, Wyatt was clad this morning in nothing but running shoes and shorts.
Carol guessed that Wyatt had been out on a training run already. He was older than either Kevin or Jason--in fact, almost Bryan's age. Wyatt's parents had held him back a year to give him a competitive edge against younger opponents on the field. Carol didn't know if she approved of that practice, but she sure as hell approved of Wyatt's toned and muscular physique, slick with perspiration and only a few dozen yards from her hopefully-concealed position.
"Oh!" Jill cried happily when Wyatt leaped onto the deck and swept her up in his arms. He kissed her passionately and slapped her loudly on the rump.
"Hey, I thought you guys were gonna work out with me this morning before we headed over here," Wyatt said to his teammates, who looked at one another and then at the deck planks.
"Yeah, well we decided we didn't have time for your lame MVP ass today," Kevin deadpanned. "Thought it'd be a sin to make this fine piece of MILF pussy wait any longer than she had to for us. You know how she hates to wait for dick."
Wyatt scowled at him, then slid his hand into Jill's bikini top to play with her tits. "You know what's a sin, is coverin' up a set of knockers like yours," he told Jill as he set her back on her bare feet. "Come on, Teach, get naked."
"You first," Jill replied. She grabbed the elastic of Wyatt's shorts and yanked them down to his knees with a single, quick movement. His naked cock hung down between his legs, swaying gently in the breeze. Carol jammed a knuckle into her mouth and bit down to keep from crying out in delight at what she saw.
Kevin and Jason both had big cocks. Wyatt's made theirs look like her little finger in comparison. It looked as if when it got hard it might be as long as her forearm. And as Jill spun on her toes and strutted out into the middle of the deck to strip, Wyatt was getting a hard-on in a hurry.
Jill's hips swung sensuously from side to side as she glided along the stained timber floor in a triangle from Kevin to Jason and back to Wyatt. She untied her top and whisked it off, tossing it into the air and arching her back so that her enormous round tits caught the full morning light, shaking and bouncing against each other. Her nipples were brown, as deeply tanned as the rest of her, and easily each the size of one of Carol's palms.
Jill took hold of the little bows at the hips of her thong and tugged them loose, whipped the suit bottom out from between her legs, and waved it at the guys before dropping it to the deck. Her prominent cunt mound was as tan as the rest of her. She had narrow, nearly invisible pussy lips.
"All yours, Wyatt," Jill said. "Do me any way you please. I'll take this big hard pole any way I can get it. Your pals have both already fucked me this morning. I unlocked the house, you know, and waited for them in the bedroom. They took turns on me, right in the bed where I fuck my husband, before we came outside. But a couple of fucks are never enough for me. So come on, use my hot pussy or fuck my ass or face. Your call."
Wyatt looked Jill slowly up and down, a broad toothy grin on his face. "That's what I like to see," he muttered. "You sure got a fine set of fun bags, Jill. As big and as nice as Mom's."
"You seen your mom's tits?" Jason asked, startled.
"Fuck, I've seen everything she's got," Wyatt boasted. "She's like Mrs. Lawson, she likes to sunbathe nude out back when she thinks she's alone. What she don't know is, I set me up one of them nanny cams in my bedroom window." He grinned wolfishly. "When she gets all hot out there, she starts to play with herself. Man, I've jacked off a ton of times lately, watchin' her on video rubbin' those titties, oilin' up her belly and legs and fingerin' her slit."
"Lucky motherfucker," Kevin spat.
"Not yet," Wyatt chuckled. "Gimme time. Dad just went off on an overseas business trip this morning. I expect me and Mom'll be alone together at home for a month."
Jill's dark brown eyes grew wide and round. "You'd fuck your own mother?" she gasped. She sounded shocked, but also intrigued.
As was Carol. Hearing Wyatt's words, she was suddenly gripped by the fantasy of son-fucking incest.
After all, she was already fucking her daughter, Harper.
If only Wyatt were her son, she'd be on him in a hot minute. If only...
"Why not?" Wyatt shrugged. "My cock oughta fit her pussy same as any chick's. Same as yours."
Jill stared at him as if hypnotized. "What would you do with Liz--with your mother?" she asked in a hushed voice. "Show me."
He walked over to stand behind the blonde, a full head-and-a-half taller than she was, and reached around to close his big broad hands over her jiggling tit-melons. He rolled and bounced them in his palms, hefted and molded them, and pinched and pulled her erect nipples between his blunt fingers, She shimmied and ground her bubble butt cheeks back against the huge cock that reared up between the school quarterback's legs. Now the small of her back shined not only with tanning oil but with the slippery clear pre-cum that dripped from his prick as from a leaky faucet.
Wyatt released Jill's tits and put one hand on each of her hips. She yelped in surprise when he lifted her over his head, his arms locked, as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. Then he lowered her little by little, her body sliding against his until her butt pressed against his hard, corrugated belly. Her pussy was at most six inches from his cock.
"Spread your legs," he grunted.
"What? Oh!" The blonde lifted her legs out before her and then spread them wide until they levered out from her sides like she was doing a gymnastics stretch. Carol remembered Jill mentioning once that she'd competed in college. Apparently, she hadn't lost a move. She and Wyatt looked like a pair of naked figure skaters.
Carol unbelted her nightgown and shook it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the porch floor. Standing completely naked on the coffee table, she planted her feet wide apart and eased two fingers into her dripping pussy, then leaned forward against the screen window. She didn't want to miss a single word or sight of what was about to happen.
"Ready, Baby?"
"'Mom,' darling. Call me 'Mom.'"
Wyatt laughed out loud. "Ready, 'Mom?'
"Don't tease me, dear," Jill said sweetly. "Make Mama a son-fucking whore."
Wyatt lowered Jill a few inches. The giant, mushroom-shaped head of his cock wedged itself between her pussy lips.
"Awwwgh..." Jill moaned as Wyatt angled his hips forward and up, impaling her slowly on his prick. Carol's heart beat faster as she watched her neighbor's pussy lips stretch obscenely around that giant column of hot, hard male flesh disappearing up into her fuck channel.
You're gonna split her in two!" Kevin exclaimed.
"As if," Jason smirked. "Gunslinger there's just one more donkey dick for Mrs. Lawson. The lady's a slut's slut."
The matter-of-fact way that Jason talked about Jill's promiscuity and sexual capacity thrilled Carol. Behind the youth's crudity was an undercurrent of admiration and desire. "That's what I want," she admitted to herself as she added a third and then a fourth finger to the pair that she was jamming in and out of her sopping cunt. "I want to be as big a whore as Jill. I wanna fuck all the time." She balanced carefully and took her other hand away from the window sill, using it to rub and pull at her clit. "Big guys. Young guys...guy's who'll brag about the things I do for them..."
Jill angled her legs out behind her and bent her knees, clenching her thighs around his hips and hooking her ankles behind his ass. Wyatt moved his hands from her hips to grasp her arms just above her elbows. When she was secure, she lifted her head and arched her back in a flying posture that was as astonishing as it was lascivious. Her oversized tits swung heavily beneath her in the light morning breeze.
Small as Jill was, Wyatt must still have been incredibly strong to support her outthrust weight that way. He leaned back a little bit, braced himself, and pushed his prick deeper into her cunt. When he finally bottomed out, Carol could see the sweat of his effort dripping from his giant dangling ball sack, visible below Jill's wide-open thighs.
"Come on, men, show some hustle if you wanna get in on this action," Wyatt grunted through gritted teeth.
As they had just before coming on Jill's face, Kevin and Jason exchanged a look that silently communicated a great deal more than an onlooker could guess. The teammates stood up simultaneously and walked over to crouch beneath the blonde's chest. Jason raised one powerful arm and placed his hand up flat against her small belly, lifting her slightly and relieving Wyatt of some of her weight. Then he and Kevin each closed their lips over one of her big, flat brown nipples and sucked.
Jill moaned deep in her throat. "Yes, oh yes, darlings, suck my titties. Mama likes..." When Kevin started strumming her clit with two fingers, she went cross-eyed.
Carol nearly died of envy. Only a few yards away, Jill Lawson-- the neighbor and friend with whom she'd unsuspectingly shared hundreds of cups of coffee and lunches and chats about their kids and careers--was naked and brazenly giving herself to three heavy-hung teen studs, any one of whom Carol would have given her left tit to have had between her legs for an hour.
More than that, Jill was willingly helpless between the three powerful youths. They could do whatever they wanted, for as long as they liked, toying with her lush body and using her tight holes at their leisure.
And even more astounding was that this clearly wasn't the first time. Getting gang-fucked by her students was a regular practice for Jill.
"Teaching has always been my passion," the blonde had once confided. "I get such inspiration from my students." Now Carol understood those words in a different light. She wondered just how frequently and for how long Jill's students had been "inspiring" her. The woman taught Senior English, which meant she had a fresh crop of newly legal studs in her classroom every year. A lot of them were probably virgins, ripe for carnal initiation.
Life was so fucking unfair, sometimes.
"Cumming!" Jill shrieked abruptly, startling Carol from her reverie. "Oh Jesus GOD I'm gonna...gonna--" Her entire body convulsed, her head whipping violently from side to side. Wyatt went on bucking his hips behind her, relentlessly driving his massive cock into her pussy while his teammates kept right on sucking her big nipples and fingering her clit.
Carol fucked herself frantically, surging toward her own climax.
"Mom?"
Spinning reflexively in the direction of his voice, Carol looked into her son Bryan's disbelieving eyes as he stepped out onto the porch.
She lost her balance and fell from the coffee table.Bryan closed the distance between himself and his mother in two strides and caught her in his arms. Her big, soft breasts pressed against his chest. One of his knees slid between her thighs and he felt the wetness of her slit gliding along the top of his leg.
His protective instincts had overridden his shock at finding his mother standing naked and playing with herself. But as he helped her regain her footing, his cock stiffened in response to her nudity and closeness as if she were any other hot, older woman. And she was literally hot, her whole body feverish.
He couldn't get the image out of his mind: his beautiful mother, standing up on that table with her ample ass tilted up and her hips rocking, her massive, perfectly-shaped tits trembling with passion as she finger-fucked herself.
Not that he wanted to forget. Hell, no.
Carol held tightly onto her son, making no attempt to cover herself. She stared up at him through dreamy, vacant blue eyes.
"You all right, Mom?" he asked. "You look a little dizzy."
His voice seemed to snap Carol back to reality. "I-I'm fine," she insisted, Blushing, she finally released Bryan and looked around the patio. "I lost my-my--"
"This?" He stooped down and retrieved the filmy blue nightgown from the floor near the window. When he stood up, he turned and got his first good look at the action next door.
Jill Lawson was naked and straddling a young man who lay on his back on a chaise lounge, slowly lowering herself onto his cock. Bryan didn't know him, or the guy standing to her right whose prick she was jacking. But he recognized Wyatt Foster. Wyatt stood in front of Jill waving his cum-dripping hard-on in her face. Her expression was priceless as she parted her lips and took his big cock-crown into her drooling mouth. She started riding the guy beneath her, bouncing faster and faster up and down on his lap.
"Wow," he exclaimed. "So much for Jill being all talk."
"What does that mean?" Carol asked. Her eyes were fixed on Bryan's crotch.
Between his mother's open display of her luscious body and Jill Lawson's orgiastic display, Bryan's cock was bulging out against the front of his jeans.
"Oh hell," he cursed. His dick acted like he hadn't gotten his rocks off for days, and nothing could be further from the truth.
He'd fallen asleep the previous night with Harper snoozing on top of him. The wanton little brunette was so sex-crazy that when she'd awoken from her first "nap" she'd just climbed atop him and fucked herself madly on his cock until she'd collapsed in exhaustion. She'd awakened once more, around two or three, insisting that he let her suck him off. But this morning she was nowhere to be found.
He'd come up to the kitchen to be greeted by a long look at his mother's perfect butt as she bent to get something out of the bottom freezer drawer of the refrigerator. She had not been wearing panties. Her moist, hairless slit winked in and out of sight between her smooth thighs as she moved, mocking him. He'd immediately volunteered to run out to the grocery store for her. He had to get out of the house. He needed time alone to clear his head, to think through all that he'd seen and what he'd done.
An hour and a half in the produce and dairy aisles hadn't clarified a thing. He kept mentally replaying what Harper had told him about how she and Mom had first wound up fucking.
On the drive back from the store he'd tried fruitlessly to push his sister's stories from his mind and to banish the fantasies of his mother that crowded his brain. And then he had walked right into this.
"Sorry." Bryan turned away from his mother and held out the nightgown to her, hoping for his cock to soften. Unfortunately, he found himself looking straight out at Jill and her partners again, and that was no help at all. The third guy had straddled the lounger behind her and was leaning forward with his hands braced on her shoulders, his long, thick cock pushing into her asshole.
He gave up and turned back to his mother. She was still looking him up and down as if sizing him up. She made no move to retrieve her gown.
The hell with it. He'd had a good long look at her body only yesterday while jacking off and watching her and Heather hump away like wild weasels. There was no point in playing shy about it.
"Fine, don't get dressed, then." Bryan tossed the garment onto a chair. "You know what? I like you better bare, Mom."
"Do you?" Carol gave him a crooked smile. "My, aren't you the bold one? What are those gals at college teaching you?" She took two steps toward her son. "It just so happens that I like being naked," she purred. "I like the freedom. I like being looked at. And I like what happens to men when they look at me."
"What...what happens to...?"
"Their cocks get hard, of course, silly. Just like yours is right now." She trailed her fingers lightly up along the zipper of her son's jeans. "Feels like a nice big one. Would you say you have a nice cock, Bryan? Come on, you can tell your mother."
"It's, uh, it's a cock. It's okay."
"Now you're being modest. Maybe Mom should have a look for herself. Just to be sure." She reached down and unbuckled Bryan's belt. He stood motionless as a statue while she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. But when she yanked down his shorts and took his prick in her small, hot hand, his whole body jerked like a hooked fish.
"Mom!" Bryan exclaimed. Carol pressed her lips to his and darted her hot tongue into his mouth. Acting on pure instinct, she wrapped one arm around his waist, holding him close while running the fingers of her other hand lightly up and down the length of his cock. She didn't dare think about what she was doing. She only knew that her shock and humiliation at getting caught playing voyeur with the neighbors had evaporated in the instant that her son's hands had touched her flesh.
Good sense and conventional morality told Carol that fucking her son was dangerous and wrong. She let herself be guided instead by the pounding of her hot blood and the yearnings of her spasming pussy.
To her amazement, the python throbbing against her palm kept growing longer and thicker. She could tell that it would be bigger than his father's, which would make it easily the biggest that she'd ever had. She'd married Craig Taylor for that magnificent hunk of fuck-meat.
Recovering himself, Bryan took his mother in his arms and returned her kiss fiercely. Her big tits mashed against the tensed muscles of his chest and belly. He dropped his hands to grab and knead her full, round ass cheeks. "I can't believe it," he gasped. "I can't believe we're doing this, or that you even want to--"
"Fuck?" Carol pronounced the word slowly and deliberately, tilting her face up to stare deeply into her son's eyes. "You can't believe that your mother is a woman who loves to fuck?"
"I can't believe you want to fuck me," he replied.
Carol laughed and French-kissed her son again. "I can't believe any woman wouldn't want to fuck you." She broke their embrace and dropped to her knees before her son. "Yes, a very nice one, indeed," she murmured as she continued playing with his prick. "And Mother knows just what to do with such a nice cock."
They were both startled by a sudden loud wail of joy from the yard next door as Jill climaxed with three cocks pounding into her holes.
"Let's give them some privacy," Carol said, laughing. She rose and took Bryan's hand, leading him back into the house.
"Whose bedroom?"
"Oh, I can't wait that long!" Carol shoved her son's chest. He toppled backward to sit down heavily on the living room couch.
"I don't think I'll be wearing clothes around the house anymore," she announced, turning slowly on the balls of her feet to give her son a full, long look at her. "So while you're at home, you'll just have to get used to looking at me like this all day. Can you handle that?"
"Uh-huh." Bryan looked intimidated but intrigued.
"Good. I want you to handle me." She leaned over him and thrust her chest out, making her dangling tits jiggle enticingly. "I want you handling my big boobs. I want you sucking on them, and I'm pretty sure I'll need you fucking 'em, too. Uh-huh. And this--" she leaned back and thrust her hips forward, opening her legs to display her wet, open pussy--"I'm going to need your big, beautiful cock up here inside me. A lot. Will that be a problem, honey?"
"N-no Ma'am," Bryan stammered.
"Good. 'Cause I don't care how grown up you think you are or how you carry on at school, when you're under my roof you follow my rules." She sank to her knees again, crouching between Bryan's thighs. She brought her face so close to his cock that the big stalk quivered from her breath when she exhaled. "Stroke it for me, baby," she urged him.
Bryan looked startled. "Why?"
"Because I'm the mom and I said so, that's why!" Carol snapped. Bryan immediately grabbed his cock in one fist and started jacking himself off. She loved watching that big fuck-stick grow even longer and harder as her son pleasured himself. She loved having this kind of control over a man. Most young men wanted two things more than any others: to please their mothers and to get their rocks off. Carol meant to reap the lusty rewards of combining the two.
Still, she could only stand to watch passively for so long before she started licking her son's engorged glans. She swirled her moist tongue over it, poking and lapping at the taut, satiny, purple skin. Bryan stopped jerking himself off, running his fingers through her long, full curls.
"Aawwnnhh! That's...oh God, that's good, Mom!" Bryan breathed in short gasps. "Suck my cock. Please, please put it in your--"
Before he could say "mouth," Carol ducked her head forward. Her soft lips slid over his cock-knob and closed on the shaft right behind the coronal ridge. She sucked gently, drawing in more and more of his hot flesh as she pressed forward. The erotic sensation of his prick filling her mouth and throat was both familiar and thrillingly new. She'd frequently sucked off Bryan's father, often more than once a day. And Bryan's cock was a longer, thicker replica of her husband's.
Halfway down her son's cock, Carol paused. He was too damned big! Working her lips to massage his meat while she tried to draw a breath, she discovered that she couldn't do it. Choking, she pulled her head back. His prick popped free of her mouth, wagging damply in mid-air. She drew a long, ragged breath. "I'm sorry," she sighed.
"Don't be!" Bryan protested. "Mom, it's so amazing that you'd even try to throat me. None of the babes at college can do it. Most won't try, no matter how worked up they get." His attempt at reassurance was sincere, but Carol saw the disappointment in his eyes. That hurt her.
"Pull my head down."
"What?"
"If I choke this time, pull my head down," she repeated evenly. "Don't let me give up."
"I...Okay," Bryan agreed uncertainly. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"It's not just for you," Carol reassured him. It was true. Her whole being was on fire to have her son's cock inside her, to please him and to perform for him. And it was a matter of pride, as well. Carol always strove to throw her partners the hottest fuck of their lives. It was a matter of self-respect, and she was aware for the first time in years how much of that she'd lost as Craig had strayed from their bed.
She closed her lips around Bryan's cock again. Better prepared mentally and physically the second time, it took only a few quick bobs of her head to swallow as much as she'd managed on her first attempt. She paused again, then jerked back a little. Her son laid his hand on the crown of her head, holding her in place. "Keep goin', Mom," he rasped. "Take the whole fucking thing." His voice was rough; he couldn't hide how badly he wanted his mother to throat him to the balls. Carol gagged a little but willed herself forward, aware of a warmth rising from her pussy, flowing through her thighs and belly and into her tits.
She was actually on the verge of coming without touching herself! All because she was sucking her own son's cock.
She reached between her legs and gently rolled one fingertip over her hard little clit. An electric burst of pleasure shot through her. With that, her throat relaxed and her head slid down the remaining inches of his shaft. Her upper lip grazed the short stubble of his shaven stomach.
"Goddamn, that's it!" Bryan crowed.
She'd done it! She had all of her son's giant, pulsing prick in her mouth, and she climaxed like a wild animal. Electric sparks of pleasure leaped through her and she shook from head to toe, overcome by pleasure.
Carol started bobbing her head forward and back, massaging his thick fuck-pole with her lips while dragging her tongue up the underside of his prick. She cradled his balls, so much bigger and fuller than she remembered his father's ever being, even in his youth, and feathered her fingers along behind his sack toward his asshole. She could tell that he was close to shooting a geyser that belonged in Yellowstone.
Abruptly, Bryan took her head in his hands again and pulled her off of his prick. "Don't," she pleaded. "You have to let me finish. I'll make you cum so good, baby. Let me--"
"I need to fuck you first," he said, so earnestly that Carol had to relent. She didn't understand his urgency. After all, given Harper's wandering habits, mother and son surely had the house to themselves for the rest of the day. What she couldn't know and Bryan didn't want to explain was that he'd cum so many times in Harper's mouth and cunt the previous night that he wasn't sure how many times he could get it up this morning.
Bryan sure as hell intended to fuck his mother until neither of them could walk. But, just in case his stamina faltered, he didn't want to miss this first chance to get between her legs and shoot his load up her cunt. Not even for a blowjob from Mom.
His mother grabbed his wrists and yanked, tumbling him onto the carpet beside her. "Get on your back," she commanded, and he quickly obeyed. She swung a leg across his hips and straddled his belly on her knees. Reaching between her thighs she took hold of his rampant cock and fit the crown into her dripping pussy. She sat down hard.
"Aawwwngh!" Carol howled. She'd been so afraid of losing her nerve at the last moment that she'd taken her son's entire enormous prick up her cunt channel in a single plunge, and her senses overloaded with the pain and ecstasy of her pussy stretching well beyond the limits of anything she'd experienced before.
Bryan growled and cupped her tits in his hands, molding and squeezing and pulling down on them as if to hold her snugly against him. But she easily escaped, flexing her thighs to lift her hips until only the tip of his cock was inside her pussy. Then she dropped down onto him again, rotating her ass and clenching her cunt muscles to hug his prick tight.
"Jesus! Oh, Mom!" Bryan's head swam with the exquisite feeling of having his cock captured by the wettest, tightest cunt he'd ever fucked. Better than his sister. Yeah, Harper was one talented and fuck-crazy babe, but nothing compared to the luxurious, oily heat and clinging tissues of his own mother's pussy. He was certain that nothing ever would.
She rode him with abandon, gyrating her pelvis in tight circles and snapping her pussy on his prick as she spiraled up and down his pole. Squeezing her clit between two fingers, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, chanting "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." in rhythm with her bouncing movement. She was utterly lost in some universe of sensual joy that Bryan could only imagine.
There was nothing for him to do but relax on his back and play with his mother's tits while she had her way with him. Hers were a perfect pair, each the size of a cantaloupe but pliant and soft and warm and as perky as a girl half her age.
Strangely, at that moment his mind wandered briefly to what he'd seen of Jill Lawson's knockers earlier. Damn, but that woman had a body nearly as luscious as Mom's, and she was obviously a total whore. He'd made a mistake by dismissing her overtures last year. Even with his mother working herself toward another orgasm on his dick while coaxing the jism from his balls, Bryan couldn't help but picture himself putting the prick to the lady next door.
If and when the time was right, of course.
"Cumming..." Carol moaned. "C-c-cumming..." She humped faster on Bryan's cock and he let go of her tits, taking her hands to help her balance as her wriggling, twisting movements grew erratic and uncontrolled--the flailing convulsions of a woman in the throes of an explosive full-body orgasm.
As her contractions ebbed away Carol sagged forward, flattening her tits against her son's chest. "So wonderful," she rasped, panting for air. "But you didn't cum." She flexed her pussy channel around his cock a few times more as if milking him.
"Plenty of time, yet." Bryan grinned and kissed his mother then flipped her over, rolling with her so that she landed on her back without his cock slipping out of her pussy. Supporting himself on his elbows, he gathered her fantastic breasts in his hands and lifted them, licking and sucking her large areolae until her nipples stuck up like acorns. He fucked her cunt with short strokes, a few inches in and out, and she responded by squirming her hips languidly. It was just enough to keep her pleasantly stimulated while he indulged himself with her motherly tits.
He moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and back, flicking his tongue across the turgid little peaks. Every so often he nipped one between his teeth, causing her to mewl gently and her pussy to clutch at his gliding prick. He fastened his lips on one breast and sucked harder, and harder, gradually pulling as much succulent, warm tit flesh into his mouth as he could. She rocked her hips faster against him and he lengthened his thrusts until he was slowly pulling his cock all the way out of her slit and sliding in until his balls bumped her ass.
Each time Bryan pulled out of her pussy, his mother humped upward in a futile attempt to capture it. He teased her pussy lips with his glans until she whimpered. "P-p-please!" she whined. Then he entered her, taking his time, pausing and working his shaft back and forth against her slick hot cunt walls for a bit before continuing forward. All the time he kept nursing on her big nipples.
She took his head in her hands and pulled him away from her tits, bringing his face to hers for a long kiss. "Gonna cum...ah...again," she whispered into his mouth. She bucked her hips in a faster rhythm than before. "Cum with me, baby. I wanna...uh!...wanna feel you cum inside me." He sped up his thrusts, matching the increasing tempo of her lunges.
Her moans and quickening breath and the delightful spasms of her cock-hugging cunt signaled her cresting climax. "I'm there! I'm there!" Bryan pulled out and slammed into her in a final balls-deep thrust. She clutched the backs of his thighs to hold his prick deep in her pussy. "Do it! Cum in Mommy's cunt!"
Bryan's prick pulsed and jerked inside his mother as the semen boiling in his balls shot upward. His heart pounded and his sight dimmed as he climaxed, ropes of jism erupted from his cock-slit.
"YES!" Carol shrieked, "OH FUCK YESSS!" as the first shot splashed into her eager fuck-tunnel. Every muscle in Bryan's body contracted as he pumped blast after blast of thick, scorching cum into his mother's cunt. Her fuck walls sucked blissfully at his cock, milking him for every precious drop.
Even as the flow of his jism dwindled, Carol flung herself relentlessly up at him, grinding and humping away. He could tell that she was cumming in waves, one orgasm on top of another.Carol was a slut who'd gone without a real cock for too long. Her body's needs couldn't be satisfied by a single climax--or by a single fuck.
Finally, their tremors subsided and they sprawled on the carpet, holding one another. Carol looked shyly at Bryan. "I would never have...that was more than I ever imagined fucking could be."
Bryan's heart welled up with pride. "I know. We're going to Hell now, right?"
"I don't goddamned care." Carol smiled lasciviously at him. "I think it's about time for your bath, honey," she joked. "Let's clean up and spend the afternoon in bed."
"Downstairs? Or your bed?"
"Upstairs. Our bed, now."
Suddenly, Bryan's cock was like steel again.
They showered together, then stripped the blankets and covers off of Carol's king-sized bed, rolling together and fondling each other atop the bare clean cotton sheets.
"Lie on your back," Carol told Bryan. "My mouth has unfinished business with that big dick." She got down between his legs, running her fingers over his cockhead, smearing them with his slippery pre-cum. Closing her fist around the root of his cock to hold it in place, she sighed contentedly and sucked his cock-knob into her hungry mouth.
She'd gone too long without sucking cock. It was what she loved more than almost anything about being with a man, the fullness and warmth of his prick sliding down her throat. Now that she'd gotten her son's thick cock between her lips, she wondered why she hadn't thought of this sooner.
That it was so wicked and forbidden only churned her excitement higher.
From now on, she'd fuck and suck her son whenever they had the chance. She supposed that she'd eventually have to share him with Harper, but that opened up exciting new possibilities as well.
"Suck me, Mom," Bryan groaned. He wound his fingers in her hair, tugging her down onto him. "I can't believe I'm hard again, after all--" he cut the thought short, not yet ready to tell his mother about last night. Who knew how she might react? "Oh, Christ, that's good!"
Carol slurped loudly on his cock, concentrating on getting the entire thing down her gullet a second time. She felt his strong pulse against the walls of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, fucking her face a little further down his gigantic prick each time. So good! She was torn between wanting this blowjob to last as long as possible and craving his cum. It had been so long, she'd nearly forgotten the taste of jism. The constant trickle of pre-cum from her son's cock-slit reawakened her sense memory as well as her bone-deep craving for the rich, gooey stuff.
Desperate now to drink her son's load, she pumped her fist along Bryan's cockshaft furiously while reaching her other hand up between his trembling thighs and fondling his balls. He arched his hips upward, almost choking her by ramming the last several inches of his cock into her mouth.
"I'm cumming, Mom!" Bryan yelled. "Oh fuck, oh yeah, suck my dick you cocksucking whore! Awww fuck!"
His cock swelled even bigger and harder in his mother's mouth, jerking and twitching with a life of its own. When the first rush of jism surged up his cock stalk and exploded down her throat, she mewled and pulled her head up until only his glans was in her mouth. She wanted to feel it on her tongue, to savor her first-ever mouthful of son-cum.
She was not disappointed. She gurgled and swallowed ecstatically as great bursts of jism spewed into her, too much for her to keep up with. It overflowed and seeped out past the corners of her mouth, long dribbles of sperm-rich semen rolling down her chin and dripping onto her son's balls.
"So I'm a cocksucking whore, huh?" Carol repeated wryly, wiping the last drops of cum from her face and licking it off her fingers.
"Oh Jesus, Mom, I'm sorry..."
"Don't be," she said with a sly smile. "That's exactly what I'm going to be from now on. A shameless, spread-legged son-fucking slut. Far as I'm concerned, it beats being a faithful, modest, frustrated wife seven ways to Sunday."
Carol meant every word. She'd played the good wife for decades, passing up many an opportunity for casual sexual thrills with other men and staying true to a husband who didn't honor his vows in return. Craig was a selfish jerk, and what she got out of the deal that made it worth the trouble was that she had the best fuck in town between her legs. That was, on the nights he even came home.
Still, she understood him a little better now. In retrospect, monogamy had become a bore for her, as well. He'd been the first to break out, but in truth, the pressure had built up in both of them for years.
Fucking her son and daughter had blown the lid clean off her pressure cooker. But she swore that it would only be the beginning for her.
Bryan got out of bed and stretched. He looked out the window into the Lawsons' backyard. "Nobody out there now. Guess the team wore Jill out."
"She used them up, is more like," Carol said. She'd forgotten entirely about the hot group scene that had worked her up to the point where she was ready to jump her own son. Reminded of it now, her body reacted unmistakably. She was wet between her legs again, and her clit started to throb.
What would an orgy with such young studs be like? As quickly as she posed the question to herself, she began formulating a plan.
"That was a crazy scene, this morning, huh?" she asked Bryan as casually as she could.
"Crazy. Yeah, that's a word for it, I guess," he replied. He climbed back into bed and took his naked mother in his arms.
"I don't think I'd have been ready to do...what you and I did, if I wasn't watching them when you came in. They got me real turned on."
"Well, maybe we should send Jill one of your thank you cards." He said it as a joke, but Carol sensed his interest. There might be an opening there.
"Yes, we're in her debt," she agreed. "But, um, sweetheart, I was thinking that we might find a way to thank her more directly than that. You and me, together."
Bryan looked puzzled for a moment. Then his face lit up like Christmas morning.