The Neighborhood Chapter 02
by fittucker87
Chapter 2: Mark
Gets a Job
Nineteen year old Mark Jordan slowly came up from the relaxing embrace of sleep and became aware of a warm, wet suction on his cock. Still fuzzy-headed from sleep, it took him a moment to process the sensation, but then he relaxed.
Nineteen year old Mark Jordan slowly came up from the relaxing embrace of sleep and became aware of a warm, wet suction on his cock. Still fuzzy-headed from sleep, it took him a moment to process the sensation, but then he relaxed.
He reached underneath the sheets, caressing the hollowed out cheeks sucking on his thick 10 inches. He traced the fullness of the lips stretched taut around his girth and reached past to feel the swing of the short bobbed hair against the back of his hand.
"Good morning Mom," he said as he flung back the sheet to reveal Vivian Jordan, his own 38 year old mother, without a stitch of clothing on, laying between his legs with half of his cock shoved in her mouth.
His mom's sparkling green eyes crinkled up as she attempted to smile around the mouth stretching thickness of his cock.
"Goo morfn, Mak," she mumbled, then slid his length out of her mouth with a wet plop. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me. Good morning Mark!"
Mark smiled and tucked her short brown hair behind her ear.
"No excuses necessary Mom. I could get used to waking up like this every morning," he said as she slurped noisily on the head of his cock. Focusing past the image of his mother's lips caressing his prick, he could see the deep slash of cleavage between his mother's 38DD tits pressed between her arms as she lay between his legs. Over the past week, since they had become intimate, he had become very familiar with those natural beauties.
He leaned up slightly and reached down to caress the full jugs from the side with his hands. His mother accommodated him without losing grip on his hard cock. She raised herself up on all fours; her right hand wrapped around the bottom half of the stalk, while her mouth slid rapidly up and down the top half. This allowed him to cup and squeeze the firm mounds and tease the erect nipples that poked out a half inch from the surface. He rolled the hard nubs between his finger tips and was rewarded by a low moan and an increased amount of suction from his mother's mouth.
Vivian was enjoying herself as well. Since the inception of their physical relationship, she had awakened her son each morning by sucking his cock, either to completion, by riding it to climax or, as now, until she slid it between her fat jugs for a nasty tit fuck.
The horny mother raised her mouth off her son's cock and pressed his log between her dangling boobs. Steadying herself on her outstretched arms, she regarded her son's lust twisted face.
"Go ahead. Fuck my tits, Mark."
Mark smiled broadly and wrapped the soft, warm flesh tightly around his rigid pipe. The feeling was indescribably pleasurable and as always, it was all he could do not to spurt his load immediately after sandwiching it between his mom's plump tits. He reveled in the feeling for a moment and then began to pump his hips slowly, pushing and pulling his fat cock between the big boobs. He was, by now, steadily leaking precum from his cock and this served to lubricate the long journey. A wet squish emanated from the junction of the son's cock and his mother's tits, heightening their pleasure from the forbidden act.
After 19 years under the same roof, recent circumstances had transpired to bring the mother and son together with little build up or preamble. Once the ice had been broken, however, they had used every opportunity over the past week to satisfy their appetites. With his kid sister Kim living in the house as well, these were mostly quick, stolen moments, despite the fact that Mark was also fucking his sister and with his mother's full knowledge, but hesitant approval.
This was why they looked forward to mornings together. Kim normally did not get up until close to noon, so Mark and his mom could take their time together after Vivian had slipped in and locked the door behind her. Dear old Dad was a distant, uncomfortable memory, so there was nothing to prevent the a.m. titty fuck session. This morning, however, one detail had been overlooked...the door.
As Mark's fuck strokes between his mother's tits sped up, setting off a ripple of flesh between his squeezing hands, the door to his bedroom slowly slid open and revealed the top of a blonde head.
"Mark? Mark?! Are you awake?"
With lightning speed, Vivian slid her son's cock from between her glistening tits and yanked the covers over her head, hiding herself just as her daughter Kim's face appeared in the crack of the door. There was no chance to hide the fact that she was under the covers and had just been in the process of pleasuring her son, but a weird sense of decency motivated her and had prevented any direct mention of what was obviously going on in the house, except thru Mark.
"Hey, you think we could...oh, fuck!" Kim had caught sight of her mother underneath the covers. "Shit! My bad. I didn't think we needed to take a number or schedule a session beforehand!"
Mark raised himself up on his elbows and regarded his kid sister with a cocky grin as she pushed the door open fully and unselfconsciously posed naked in the doorway with one hand perched on her hip.
Kim was 18 years old and had just graduated from high school and was looking forward to the fall when she would be taking a cheerleading scholarship out of state. She stood just 5'2", but there was a whole smorgasbord packed into those 62 inches!
Her blonde hair was slightly curly and mid-length, just brushing her shoulders. Bright blue eyes peered out from under long, thick eyelashes and as she studied her brother's lean frame and defined abs, her full bee stung lips curled into a lustful smile revealing her straight white teeth.
"Room under there for me, mom?"
Mark and Kim both heard the muttered curse from their mother just before she flung the sheet back and wrapped it around her curvy figure as she rose from the bed.
"I've suddenly lost the mood," she spat as she brushed past Kim before stopping in the doorway. Without turning, she spoke, "Enjoy you two. It's probably going to be the last time."
Mark and Kim both laughed and Kim made a playful grab at the sheer sheet covering her mother's lush naked body. Vivian's classically beautiful face twisted with disapproval as she spun away from her daughter.
"I'm serious you two! We should have never given in to our lusts in the first place! What if it got out that we are all sleeping together?!"
Mark rose from the bed and walked towards his mother, his lean, 6 foot, 180lb frame flushed with passion as his still turgid 10" cock bobbed in front of him.
"Come on Mom! Who are we going to tell? We're just having a little fun and doing what comes natural," he said as he causally draped his left arm across his sister's shoulders, an innocent show of affection until his right hand came up to cup her shaved pussy mound, trace over her flat stomach and latch onto one of her firm, natural 36Ds. Kim seemed to melt at his touch, pressing herself against his body and reaching down with her left hand to stroke his lengthening shaft.
Vivian swiftly averted her eyes from her offspring's blatant groping and snorted with dismissal.
"Mark, you seem to have forgotten about Nancy! And what about the Reynolds?!"
This was true. Mark had momentarily forgotten that Kim's best friend, Nancy Taylor was a frequent and willing sex partner to himself and Kim. Also, the details of all 3 Jordan's trysts with their next door neighbors Bob, Kay and Spencer Reynolds had come out during their post-coital pillow talks over the past week or so. The circle of sex was not wide, but one slip of the tongue could explode it and expose the incestuous goings on to a less than understanding community. Vivian had done everything she could think of to keep it under wraps: forbidding Mark to visit next door lest he fall prey again to that cougar Kay Reynolds, forcibly pushing Mark's best friend Spencer out the window when he'd tried to sneak in to see her and snapping the shades shut whenever the leering patriarch Bob tried to peer in.
But Mama Hen couldn't guard the hen house every second of every day! Almost every night, Nancy climbed through either Kim or Mark's window for a pony ride, to taste Kim's sweet nectar or join the sexy siblings for a hot three way. And Kay Reynolds, the hot MILF next door, had stopped by to borrow a cup of cream from Vivian when she knew she was out of the house. She left with her cup empty, but with the hot box between her legs overflowing with a sample of Mark's homemade cream! Bob had swallowed his pride and gone next door to apologize to Kim when Vivian and Mark were out and ended up swallowing a mouthful of her bountiful boobs while she rode his hard cock by the pool.
Vivian struggled to maintain her stern visage and focused on the doorframe while out of the corner of her eye her daughter was lustily whipping her fist up and down the thick stalk of her brother's cock. Kim spied a pearly drop of fluid bubble at the tip of Mark's stake and swiped her thumb across it. With nary a thought of appearances, she brought her thumb to her mouth and suckled like a newborn, barely suppressing her groan of desire. Kim was sure that her brother's cum was the tastiest she had ever gobbled and she had years of experience to compare to. Despite the presence of her mother and her disapproval of the brother-sister fuck fest, Kim slipped to her knees before Mark and began to eagerly tongue his pulsing cock head. Vivian gasped in shock and horror.
"Oh my God, Kim! I'm right here! Don't you have any common decency?!"
As Kim slid her brother's prick between her full red lips and began to draw deeply on it, her only response was the wet smacks and gulps from her mouth and throat. With a huff, Vivian flashed her angry green eyes at Mark and slammed the door behind her. Mark barely noticed her exit as he brought his hands up to cradle both sides of his sisters head and began to guide her mouth to and fro over his aching hard on.
Vivian stomped down the hall to her room and was further stung to hear from Mark, "God yes, suck me beautiful!" She entered her bedroom and plopped down on her bed, the bed sheet fluttering down at her feet. The frustrated mother gazed dejectedly down at the carpet for a moment before her eyes rose to stare back at herself in the full length mirror across the room. Slowly she stood and walked towards the mirror, her fat 38DDs jiggling provocatively in the reflection. Her eyes traced the delicate curve of her neck, past the twin mounds that had only moments before cradled her own son's fuck stick, continued past her still flat tummy, before focusing between her thighs at the moist pussy barely hidden by the neatly trimmed fur.
A fire had been awoken in her by her own son and it was not going to be easy to put out. With a mother's instinct she knew that it must be extinguished though, for the safety and longevity of her family. With new resolve she turned and headed for the shower, mulling over ways to return her home to some normalcy.
Barely had Mark uttered the request to his kid sister to suck him, than she began to slurp and suck his length with even more gusto. He entwined his hands in her blonde hair and hung on as Kim reached up to cradle his sack with one hand and twist the exposed portion of his shaft with the other.
Mark's fluids steadily dripped onto her lashing tongue, setting off little pin pricks of pleasure in his sister. She tossed her mouth back and forth repeatedly, smacking with pleasure at the tip. Before long, Mark felt his balls began to draw back against his body in preparation for his orgasm. As he felt this, he reluctantly pulled his sister's hot mouth off his prick with a smack and grasped her by her slim shoulders, lifting her to a standing position, and then turning her towards his desk in the corner. He pressed his body against her back and steered her towards the desk while clutching and squeezing her full jugs. Once they reached the furniture, he pressed his hand against her upper back, signaling his intention. Kim's mouth curled up in a smile as she bent at the waist and placed her hands upon the smooth desk top, her swaying breasts bobbling beneath her.
Mark pulled back slightly and reached between their bodies, grasping his penis and angling it up towards the hot slot now exposed between her legs. He drug the tip through her moist, puffy pussy lips, wetting it for entry. He lined up his tool and pressed forward, lodging the fat head in her gash. A gasp of pleasure escaped Kim's lips as she felt the huge, hot intruder push into her, but it went no further. She whined and craned her head back at her brother lover.
"Come on Mark, fuck me! I need it so bad! I'm so hot for your big dick!"
Mark smirked and chuckled. He knew what he was doing to his horny sister, but couldn't help teasing her just a bit, flexing his bone causing it to buck and throb between her cunt lips.
"Fuck me yourself, slut!" he said, giving her right hip a smart smack with his hand. The transformation of the shy, unassuming brother was astounding, considering his personality and attitude barely a week before.
With a moan of lust, Kim began to push herself back on the unyielding stalk splitting her sex. The fat head opened her passage for the intruding shaft to follow until all ten inches were snuggled up tightly between her legs. Both of the horny siblings groaned and ground themselves back against each other, their hips twisting and bucking with pleasure. Mark placed his hands on his sister's hips and began to push her off his cock. Once half of his shaft was exposed, he exploded forward, burying his root rapidly. Kim squealed with delight and began to toss her hips back and forth as her brother braced his legs and began to piston his hips. The slap of their thighs was joined by the smack of Kim's big tits knocking together as they swung wildly from the brutal fucking her brother was administering.
"Uh, uh, uh," Kim grunted as her tight little cheerleader's frame was repeatedly jarred by her big brother's lusty fuck strokes. "That's it Mark! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Kim's words trailed off into an incomprehensible jumble of curses, punctuated with groans of pleasure. Her brother's fat cock was hitting all the right spots, spiraling her passion higher and higher. When Mark's right hand stole around and insinuated itself between her thighs, her orgasm exploded as he thumbed her rigid clitoris. Kim began to buck and bounce crazily on her brother's shaft, her clutching cunt walls gripping and pulling at the rampaging invader. She screamed in sheer pleasure, tears of ecstasy running down her cheeks.
In spite of the staying power and stamina he now possessed, the pull of his sister's sucking pussy, the sight of her writhing body and the view of her swaying breasts from behind added up to an overload of pleasure for the horny boy. With a guttural cry he lunged back and hauled his lumber from his sister's wet gash and began to furiously stroke his stiffness.
Mark's vision blurred at the edges and time seemed to stand still as he saw his angry red cockhead mushroom and spit forth rope after thick rope of scalding hot cum onto his sister's lurching back. The first few copious blasts stretched to her shoulders and she flinched and squealed as they fell against her. As his climax waned, the tracers of cum tracked back to the small of her back and he squeezed out the last dregs in the crack of her ass. Even in the haze of his pleasure, he thought about how good it had felt to cram his thick fucker into the winking rear entrance his empty sack was rubbing against as he dry humped his moaning sister. Perhaps next time, for despite his mother's earlier protestations, Mark had no intention of giving up his physical relationship with Kim. You can't unscramble eggs, he thought. Besides, this recipe was too good and the chefs too dedicated.
"Hold still Kim," Mark said and stooped to retrieve a discarded T-shirt from the floor. "It looks like someone tried to whitewash your back," he laughed as he sopped up the messy globs of cum. Once he was finished, he wadded up and dropped the cum rag as his sister straightened up and turned to face him. Kim raised her arms and encircled her brother's neck, pulling him down towards her. Their lips met and their tongues danced together passionately as she drug her stiff nipples back and forth over his hard torso.
"Wow! That was incredible as always," Kim said pulling back. "I swear I don't know where all that goo comes from! You must have shot a quart on Nancy and me last night alone!" This was true. After a fiery double-team blowjob from the lusty pair of teens, Mark had used their faces for target practice not 8 hours before.
"What can I say sis? You bring out the best in me," Mark admitted. "I just wish Mom would relax! I'd love to fuck you both at the same time!"
Kim nodded in agreement and noticed how the very mention of fucking her and their mother at the same time caused her brother's limp, but still formidable, pipe to twitch and buck.
"You're right, that would be so hot, but I don't think mom is going to go for any group stuff. You'll be lucky if she doesn't cut you off or even worse, figure out a way to keep us apart!"
Mark dropped back onto his bed and began to stroke his stiffening cock. It was nearly impossible anymore to spend any time around his oh so fuckable sister and not get excited! The fact that she was nude at the moment sealed the deal. Mark's eyes drank in the glorious figure Kim cut. From her beautiful face, to her big, firm tits, her curvy hips and smooth, toned legs, she was no longer just his cute little sister. Mark couldn't look at her anymore and not think about violating her in some way!
Kim watched her brother polish his prodigious pole and briefly thought about simply straddling him and fucking her brains out again, but stopped herself, her mother's scolding cutting through her lust.
"Nope. Not again. You're hornier than a two-dicked goat!" Mark guffawed at her colloquialism. He feigned a grab for her and Kim ran squealing from his room. "Take a cold shower!"
Well, you couldn't blame him for trying Mark thought, and headed for his shower.
Thirty minutes later Mark was showered and shaved. He pulled his T-shirt over his head as he went downstairs and contemplated what he was going to say to his mother in order to convince her not to cut off the steady supply of pussy from his family he had gotten used to receiving. For despite his swordsmanship skills, Mark had still not scored with anyone outside his close circle of family and neighbors. Nancy didn't count, she was practically a sister and the fact that he was comfortable fucking her in every way known didn't seem odd. Both high school and college were sexual deserts for the teenaged boy. He had not had any sexual contact except jerking off until the dam broke a week ago. He couldn't imagine trying to talk to or seduce a "real" girl, he was too intimidated. So when he strolled into the kitchen, the goal of keeping his harem intact was paramount in his mind.
Mark's mother stood at the counter pouring a cup of coffee.
"Mom? Listen, about what happened..."
Vivian whirled from the counter, her eyes wide and abruptly spoke.
"Mark! You remember my friend Monica, don't you?"
He stared at his mother for a moment, before the realization that they were not alone sunk in. He turned his head to see his mother's friend Monica Cipriano smiling at him over the rim of her coffee cup as she sat at the breakfast nook. He instantly regretted wearing the blue athletic compression shorts he'd picked out when her liquid black eyes flicked down to the fat cocktube highlighted against his thigh before swinging back to his face. When he turned to his mother, he could see the blush of embarrassment on her face as she noticed his display as well. In an effort to conceal himself, he quickly walked to the table and sat in a seat opposite his mother's friend.
"Yeah, hi Mrs. Cipriano," he muttered, barely
able to raise his head as she extended her long manicured fingers which he
meekly shook. "How are you?"
"Great Mark! My, how you've grown," she said, her slight Italian accent slightly husky and very sexy. Vivian and Monica had become acquainted years before when Vivian had enlisted the services of Monica's lawyer husband to divorce Mark's dad. When Monica's philandering husband was caught by her in bed with another divorcee around the same time, the two women became close as they both went through their divorces. Mark had only met Monica a couple of times, but those meetings were memorable.
The forty year old native of Italy had done some modeling in her home country before marriage and moving to the United States over twenty years ago. Monica's husband was so career driven that they had never had children and with her husband working 70 plus hours a week, she had been content to play the role of the kept wife, lunching with friends, sessions at the gym and spa, until discovering her husbands' taste for other women. There was not a man with a pulse in their town that did not think that her husband was the fool to end all fools. Monica was a classic Italian beauty with high cheekbones, an aristocratic nose, full blood red lips and a dark olive complexion. The years had been kind to her figure as well. She was not nearly as busty as her friend Vivian, though she was quite proud of her natural 34Cs and had them lifted, but not enhanced, for her fortieth birthday. Long, trim legs seemed to stretch from her curvy hips and go on forever.
Today, Monica was clad in an all-black track suit and Mark could not control himself as his gaze was drawn to the partially unzipped top which showed a hint of the round, firm globes hidden just out of sight. As he forcefully pulled his attention away from her décolletage, Mark was horrified to find that Monica apparently had asked him a question and was now staring at him quizzically.
"I'm sorry, what did you say Ms. Cipriano?" he stuttered. Mark's mother had by now come to sit between the two and was staring daggers at him, well aware of why his attention had been diverted.
"I apologize Monica," she said, continuing to stare disapprovingly at her highly mortified son. "Sometimes Mark just zones out. He needs to focus and find some other interests which might help his attention span." Her double meaning was not lost on her son who continued to studiously examine the salt and pepper shakers, avoiding any eye contact with the two women.
"That's quite alright Vivian," Monica said, giggling slightly. "I was kind of hanging out there and given that Mark is almost a grown man, it's understandable."
"Well," said Vivian, now turning to her friend, "I appreciate your offer and will send Mark over in a little while." At this, Mark's head snapped up.
"Excuse me? Send me where?"
Vivian took a sip of coffee and regarded her handsome son with her dazzling green eyes.
"I was telling Monica how much you were underfoot since coming home and she offered to let you clean her pool to earn some spending money and get you out of the house."
Mark could tell from his mother's tone that no argument would be entertained, so he simply smiled at Monica.
"I'd be happy to Ms. Cipriano."
Monica smiled back and rose from the table.
"Thanks for the coffee Vivian. Mark, I'll see you later?"
"Yes ma'am," he nodded.
"Bye Vivian!"
"Bye Mon."
Mark studiously kept his eyes on his mother, though they struggled to follow Monica's graceful stride as she headed towards the front door. Nothing was lost to Vivian however and she pursed her lips until she heard the front door close.
"Can't you control yourself Mark? You were practically drooling on the table! Monica is one of my very best friends, so don't for a second entertain any ideas other than cleaning her pool once you are over there! She is in a very fragile state right now after the divorce and the last thing she needs is some horny teenager trying to put the make on her!"
"I'm sorry Mom. I'm only human," Mark mumbled his eyes still downcast. "She was kind of flashing me there."
"She was doing nothing of the sort!" Vivian said, her voice rising, "You are going to have to learn that just because a woman may appear sexy; it's not always a green light for you to jump her bones!"
As she leaned forward to make her point, Vivian's dressing gown had opened slightly at the neck and Mark could not help it as his eyes traced the gap and rested on the creamy, round globes that were now partially exposed. Vivian realized what her son was staring at and clutched the slit closed.
"And despite what has been happening between us, you are going to have to stop looking at me like I am some fuck toy for your amusement! I am your mother and you will start treating me with more respect!"
Vivian could tell she had come down a little too hard on her son as he abruptly pushed away from the table and stood quickly, the hurt flashing in his eyes. As he turned to leave, Vivian swiftly stood and stepped in front of him. She fully realized that her gown had again come open, but made no move to cover herself as she stood on her tiptoes and slid her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. Mark hesitated for just a second as his mother's tongue slid against his, before he brought his hands up, undid the sash of her robe and slid his hands into the folds and palmed the heavy globes now exposed to his grasp.
Vivian moaned throatily, their tongues entwining, as Mark's fingers found her stiff nipples and began to roll them slightly. She could feel her cunt moisten and open. Her need was so strong, having been interrupted earlier and she could feel herself melting as her son's hands left her big tits to drop down to her tight ass where he alternately massaged her cheeks and teased her oozing hole from behind. Despite having made arrangements just moments before to get Mark out of the house, she was already regretting the decision, realizing that what she and her son had between them was uncontrollable and beautiful, no matter what the social mores might be. It was only the fact that Monica was waiting on Mark that kept her from fucking him right then and there. With a moan of regret, she pushed him away.
There was no hiding the disappointment in his eyes when Mark felt his mother push him away and then re-tie her gown around her. Before he could utter a word of protest, Vivian silenced him by pressing a fingertip to his lips while her other hand found the lurching bulge in his shorts and began squeeze and pull on its length.
"Shhhh, not now baby. I was a fool to say those things. There's no way I could stay away from that fat cock of yours!" She could see his shoulders visibly relax and he smiled bashfully at her.
"Oh, Mom, I love you so much I just want to..." Vivian emphatically nodded her head, her short brown hair bobbing as her green eyes twinkled at her handsome son/lover.
"Me too Mark, me too! Everything, everyday!" She released her hold on his cock and turned him towards the door, her hand on his back guiding him forward as he tried to protest and drag his feet. "But right now, you are still due at Monica's. Don't worry. I'll drain that vein as soon as you get back so keep it to yourself." She opened the door and propelled him onto the porch. He turned back to look at her and Vivian found her eyes drawn to the obscene tube running down her son's leg.
"Oh and maybe you'd better walk and give that thing a chance to go down," she said her eyebrows arching.
Mark looked down and grinned goofily at the sight of his hard on. He looked back up at his mother as if to say, "Eh, whatta you gonna do?" Then turned and began to walk slowly in the direction of Ms. Cipriano's house, his divining rod leading the way.
As Vivian came back into the home and entered the kitchen, Kim bounced in from the stairway where they almost collided.
"Oh! Sorry Mom. I didn't see you," Kim said meekly and walked to the counter with her head down. Vivian said not a word. She watched as Kim opened the cabinet and stretched to reach the cereal.
Kim had showered and dressed since Vivian had seen her last, totally naked and kneeling in front of her brother with his mouth stretching cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Just the thought of the wicked scene brought a blush to Vivian's face and hardened her nipples even more than they already were. Horny as she was and having made peace with her lust for her son, Vivian's thoughts turned back to high school and the sleepovers her and her best friend Lisa Stephens had enjoyed from time to time. She knew without knowing that Kim and Nancy were lovers. She wondered if...
Kim could feel her mother's eyes on her and secretly smiled to herself. Hmmm, Mom must have really come around, she thought. As she pulled the box of cereal from the shelf, she purposefully let it drop to the floor and bent at the waist to retrieve it. A quick look between her legs confirmed that her mother was intently examining her tight ass as it stretched in the short, baby blue shorts she had slipped on sans panties. Kim could feel the cool waft of air over her cuntal mound which was practically exposed in her current position.
Vivian drew in a sharp breath as her lovely blonde daughter folded herself in half to pick up the cereal. It was painfully obvious that she was not wearing panties under her shorts; the silky material was lodged into the crack of her ass and pussy, highlighting her plump, hairless lips. As she bent over, Kim's full 36Ds threatened to fall out of the top of her low cut T-shirt and Vivian could see that her daughter's nipples were as rigid as her own. Kim straightened and placed the box on the counter while reaching for a bowl from the open shelf. Vivian quickly turned and sat at the table before her daughter could turn and catch her ogling her body.
Kim took a deep breath. In for a penny...
"What's on your mind Mom?" she asked. "You're not still hung up about Mark are you?"
Vivian studied her daughter closely. How could she know the 180 degree change in Vivian's feelings so quickly? Probably the same female intuition that had told Vivian of her own son's lust for his mother. She took her own deep breath.
"No. Mark and I have come to an understanding," she said, idly turning her coffee cup in her hands. "I guess I'm wondering how you feel and where all this puts you and I?" Kim put the box of cereal down and turned to face her mother. She tucked her shoulder length hair behind her ear and walked to the table, her big boobs bobbling slightly until she stopped in front of her mother.
"How I feel? To be quite honest, I've never felt as alive as when Mark and I are fucking," she said simply. She could see the flush on her mother's face and neck deepen as she bent down, her T-shirt gaping open to reveal her deep cleavage, until her face was only inches from her mothers'. "My only hope is that you and I might share the same closeness."
For a moment, all sound seemed to cease as Kim's blue eyes searched her mother's equally stunning green eyes. Then, as if on cue, both women simultaneously licked their full lips. With two whimpers of passion, they both lunged forward, smashing their mouths together, as their tongues sought out the others'.
For several moments, the mother and daughter licked and sucked at each other's mouths, their lust growing. Moans of lust punctuated the air when their searching hands wound into each other's hair. Kim slid her hand up along the back of her mother's hair and pulled sharply, forcing a slight squeal from Vivian and exposing her long, graceful throat. The lusty daughter began to drag her long pink tongue over and around her mother's neck, inhaling her clean scent and feeling the heat generated by their passion.
As Vivian's head lolled back, her breath coming in gasps, her hands were busy. She had filled them with her daughter's large, firm breasts and was busy squeezing and stroking the hard nipples. Dropping them lower, she began to raise the loose shirt up and over the glorious mounds. They shimmied as they came uncovered and Kim drew away from her mother to pull the garment over her head. She dropped it to the floor and then bent forward with her hands on her mother's shoulders and pressed her boobs into her mother's face. Vivian's hands swept up and gathered the fat mounds in her palms, pressing her face in between the deep chasm. She inhaled the smell of Kim's recent shower and began to tongue the soft flesh between her daughter's tits.
Kim's eyes rolled back in her head and it was her turn to gasp for breath. This was working out way better than she thought it would! Her mother's mouth was now tracking up the curve of her boob towards the light brown, silver dollar sized areola, licking and sucking the slight perspiration that was beginning to form. Her tongue traced around the hard, half-inch long nubbin, and then began to flick it to and fro. Kim broke the silence.
"God, yes! Suck my big tits Mom!" Vivian moaned in acknowledgement around the mouthful of boob she was now cramming into her mouth. When she could stuff no more into her mouth, she quickly switched sides and repeated the same treatment to the other, equally exquisite breast. Kim was beside herself with lust and her right hand had wormed its way between her legs while her left helped guide her mother's actions on her swollen jugs. As her fingertips teased her eager clit, mini pops exploded in her brain, harbingers of the tremendous orgasm she was on the verge of.
Vivian, with her mother's intuition, knew how close her daughter was, and so now pulled away from her and regarded her daughter with lustful, half-hooded eyes.
"Turn around," she commanded. When Kim quickly complied, Vivian ran her hands up and down her daughter's curvy hips, and then sharply smacked her palm against Kim's right ass cheek, setting off a slight ripple in the tight flesh. Her daughter squeaked, then pushed her ass back towards her mother, and received two more sharp smacks for her trouble.
"You like that slut? Take off those shorts." Kim hurriedly did so. Vivian was shocking even herself with her behavior, but she could tell from the goose bumps and slight trembling that Kim was getting off on her submissive role. Vivian spread her daughter's reddening cheeks and examined the twin holes, utterly devoid of hair. It was apparent that Kim studiously shaved herself daily.
"Show me how you picked up that cereal box again, whore," said Vivian huskily. When Kim didn't move quickly enough, Vivian reached back a little further and slapped her harder on the ass. With a low moan of submission, Kim bent forward, her tits and hair dangling down. "Now grab those ankles and don't move until I say you can."
In her present position, Kim was wholly at her mother's mercy, her brown asshole winking at Vivian while her juicy pussy flowered open. Vivian slid a long manicured finger through the folds of Kim's sex.
"I know your brother has been here," she said then moved her finger up to tap at her daughter's back door, "But has he been here I wonder?" She then abruptly poked her index finger halfway up Kim's buttery butt.
Kim reflexively cried out, her hands leaving her ankles and she straightened up halfway, her dangling tits swinging sweetly beneath her. While no stranger to ass play, the rude insertion had caught her by surprise. Her mother began to saw the finger in and out of Kim's tight ass, while her other hand began to twiddle her daughter's clit.
"Get those hands back on your ankles!" Her mother said harshly. Kim loved this new side to her mother and was excited at how her submissive side made her feel. "I asked you a question slut! Has my son fucked this tight ass yet?"
"Yyyyes," Kim stuttered as another mini-orgasm gripped her.
"Yes, what?!" This brought another sharp smack to the horny teens' butt.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Vivian smiled in satisfaction, then added another finger to Kim's ass, the ring of muscle clinging tightly as she pumped them in and out.
"That's better, slut. From now on, you will address me with the respect I deserve and I will return the same. Is that clear slut?"
Kim was so caught up in her mother's nimble fingers that she almost missed the question and only avoided a spank by milliseconds.
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Do you want to cum now slut? Is mommy turning her little girl on? Speak!"
"Yes....yes, ma'am! Please make me cum mommy!"
Without a word, Vivian removed her hands and crammed her mouth onto her daughter's pussy, worming her tongue up the sweet hole as far as she could and wiggling it deliciously. Kim's brain exploded in pleasure as her release washed over her. As she twitched and jerked, it was only her mother's hands on her hips that kept Kim from toppling forward. Syrupy nectar flooded Vivian's mouth as she continued to lick and suck Kim. As her climax waned, Kim slumped to the floor, her hands never leaving her ankles.
Vivian sat back with a smile of satisfaction playing on her glossy, cum covered lips. She regarded her gorgeous daughter whose body still trembled on the tile covered floor. Vivian felt a wave of relief that she and her daughter had reached some détente, even if it was a little twisted. For a long moment, Vivian thought Kim had passed out, but presently her big blue eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to stare at her mother who was smiling at her sweetly.
"How was that dear?" Now that the moment was passed, Vivian slipped back into a more motherly vernacular. Kim pursed her lips and blew a strand of hair away from her face, then rose to a kneeling position and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, smothering her face and neck in kisses.
"That (smack) was (smack) fucking (smack) incredible! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?!"
Vivian giggled sweetly as Kim regarded her mother with new found respect.
"Maybe you'll meet my best friend from high school some time. She's a professor at Mark's college. So, the whole dominant thing didn't freak you out?"
"Hell no! That was a major turn on!" she said and began to pull her mother's robe away from her body. "Now how about I give you a turn?"
Vivian's breath began to speed back up as she felt Kim's hands slip inside the folds and stroke her big 38DDs, but then her eyes fell on the clock.
"Oh, shit! I'm really sorry baby; I've got a massage appointment I've rescheduled twice already." Even after the divorce, Vivian's husband kept her and the kids living comfortably and was footing the bill for both kids' education. "Can I take a rain check until tonight?"
"Sure Mom," Kim said as her mother helped her to her feet, "My tongue will be counting the seconds."
"Great Mark! My, how you've grown," she said, her slight Italian accent slightly husky and very sexy. Vivian and Monica had become acquainted years before when Vivian had enlisted the services of Monica's lawyer husband to divorce Mark's dad. When Monica's philandering husband was caught by her in bed with another divorcee around the same time, the two women became close as they both went through their divorces. Mark had only met Monica a couple of times, but those meetings were memorable.
The forty year old native of Italy had done some modeling in her home country before marriage and moving to the United States over twenty years ago. Monica's husband was so career driven that they had never had children and with her husband working 70 plus hours a week, she had been content to play the role of the kept wife, lunching with friends, sessions at the gym and spa, until discovering her husbands' taste for other women. There was not a man with a pulse in their town that did not think that her husband was the fool to end all fools. Monica was a classic Italian beauty with high cheekbones, an aristocratic nose, full blood red lips and a dark olive complexion. The years had been kind to her figure as well. She was not nearly as busty as her friend Vivian, though she was quite proud of her natural 34Cs and had them lifted, but not enhanced, for her fortieth birthday. Long, trim legs seemed to stretch from her curvy hips and go on forever.
Today, Monica was clad in an all-black track suit and Mark could not control himself as his gaze was drawn to the partially unzipped top which showed a hint of the round, firm globes hidden just out of sight. As he forcefully pulled his attention away from her décolletage, Mark was horrified to find that Monica apparently had asked him a question and was now staring at him quizzically.
"I'm sorry, what did you say Ms. Cipriano?" he stuttered. Mark's mother had by now come to sit between the two and was staring daggers at him, well aware of why his attention had been diverted.
"I apologize Monica," she said, continuing to stare disapprovingly at her highly mortified son. "Sometimes Mark just zones out. He needs to focus and find some other interests which might help his attention span." Her double meaning was not lost on her son who continued to studiously examine the salt and pepper shakers, avoiding any eye contact with the two women.
"That's quite alright Vivian," Monica said, giggling slightly. "I was kind of hanging out there and given that Mark is almost a grown man, it's understandable."
"Well," said Vivian, now turning to her friend, "I appreciate your offer and will send Mark over in a little while." At this, Mark's head snapped up.
"Excuse me? Send me where?"
Vivian took a sip of coffee and regarded her handsome son with her dazzling green eyes.
"I was telling Monica how much you were underfoot since coming home and she offered to let you clean her pool to earn some spending money and get you out of the house."
Mark could tell from his mother's tone that no argument would be entertained, so he simply smiled at Monica.
"I'd be happy to Ms. Cipriano."
Monica smiled back and rose from the table.
"Thanks for the coffee Vivian. Mark, I'll see you later?"
"Yes ma'am," he nodded.
"Bye Vivian!"
"Bye Mon."
Mark studiously kept his eyes on his mother, though they struggled to follow Monica's graceful stride as she headed towards the front door. Nothing was lost to Vivian however and she pursed her lips until she heard the front door close.
"Can't you control yourself Mark? You were practically drooling on the table! Monica is one of my very best friends, so don't for a second entertain any ideas other than cleaning her pool once you are over there! She is in a very fragile state right now after the divorce and the last thing she needs is some horny teenager trying to put the make on her!"
"I'm sorry Mom. I'm only human," Mark mumbled his eyes still downcast. "She was kind of flashing me there."
"She was doing nothing of the sort!" Vivian said, her voice rising, "You are going to have to learn that just because a woman may appear sexy; it's not always a green light for you to jump her bones!"
As she leaned forward to make her point, Vivian's dressing gown had opened slightly at the neck and Mark could not help it as his eyes traced the gap and rested on the creamy, round globes that were now partially exposed. Vivian realized what her son was staring at and clutched the slit closed.
"And despite what has been happening between us, you are going to have to stop looking at me like I am some fuck toy for your amusement! I am your mother and you will start treating me with more respect!"
Vivian could tell she had come down a little too hard on her son as he abruptly pushed away from the table and stood quickly, the hurt flashing in his eyes. As he turned to leave, Vivian swiftly stood and stepped in front of him. She fully realized that her gown had again come open, but made no move to cover herself as she stood on her tiptoes and slid her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. Mark hesitated for just a second as his mother's tongue slid against his, before he brought his hands up, undid the sash of her robe and slid his hands into the folds and palmed the heavy globes now exposed to his grasp.
Vivian moaned throatily, their tongues entwining, as Mark's fingers found her stiff nipples and began to roll them slightly. She could feel her cunt moisten and open. Her need was so strong, having been interrupted earlier and she could feel herself melting as her son's hands left her big tits to drop down to her tight ass where he alternately massaged her cheeks and teased her oozing hole from behind. Despite having made arrangements just moments before to get Mark out of the house, she was already regretting the decision, realizing that what she and her son had between them was uncontrollable and beautiful, no matter what the social mores might be. It was only the fact that Monica was waiting on Mark that kept her from fucking him right then and there. With a moan of regret, she pushed him away.
There was no hiding the disappointment in his eyes when Mark felt his mother push him away and then re-tie her gown around her. Before he could utter a word of protest, Vivian silenced him by pressing a fingertip to his lips while her other hand found the lurching bulge in his shorts and began squeeze and pull on its length.
"Shhhh, not now baby. I was a fool to say those things. There's no way I could stay away from that fat cock of yours!" She could see his shoulders visibly relax and he smiled bashfully at her.
"Oh, Mom, I love you so much I just want to..." Vivian emphatically nodded her head, her short brown hair bobbing as her green eyes twinkled at her handsome son/lover.
"Me too Mark, me too! Everything, everyday!" She released her hold on his cock and turned him towards the door, her hand on his back guiding him forward as he tried to protest and drag his feet. "But right now, you are still due at Monica's. Don't worry. I'll drain that vein as soon as you get back so keep it to yourself." She opened the door and propelled him onto the porch. He turned back to look at her and Vivian found her eyes drawn to the obscene tube running down her son's leg.
"Oh and maybe you'd better walk and give that thing a chance to go down," she said her eyebrows arching.
Mark looked down and grinned goofily at the sight of his hard on. He looked back up at his mother as if to say, "Eh, whatta you gonna do?" Then turned and began to walk slowly in the direction of Ms. Cipriano's house, his divining rod leading the way.
As Vivian came back into the home and entered the kitchen, Kim bounced in from the stairway where they almost collided.
"Oh! Sorry Mom. I didn't see you," Kim said meekly and walked to the counter with her head down. Vivian said not a word. She watched as Kim opened the cabinet and stretched to reach the cereal.
Kim had showered and dressed since Vivian had seen her last, totally naked and kneeling in front of her brother with his mouth stretching cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Just the thought of the wicked scene brought a blush to Vivian's face and hardened her nipples even more than they already were. Horny as she was and having made peace with her lust for her son, Vivian's thoughts turned back to high school and the sleepovers her and her best friend Lisa Stephens had enjoyed from time to time. She knew without knowing that Kim and Nancy were lovers. She wondered if...
Kim could feel her mother's eyes on her and secretly smiled to herself. Hmmm, Mom must have really come around, she thought. As she pulled the box of cereal from the shelf, she purposefully let it drop to the floor and bent at the waist to retrieve it. A quick look between her legs confirmed that her mother was intently examining her tight ass as it stretched in the short, baby blue shorts she had slipped on sans panties. Kim could feel the cool waft of air over her cuntal mound which was practically exposed in her current position.
Vivian drew in a sharp breath as her lovely blonde daughter folded herself in half to pick up the cereal. It was painfully obvious that she was not wearing panties under her shorts; the silky material was lodged into the crack of her ass and pussy, highlighting her plump, hairless lips. As she bent over, Kim's full 36Ds threatened to fall out of the top of her low cut T-shirt and Vivian could see that her daughter's nipples were as rigid as her own. Kim straightened and placed the box on the counter while reaching for a bowl from the open shelf. Vivian quickly turned and sat at the table before her daughter could turn and catch her ogling her body.
Kim took a deep breath. In for a penny...
"What's on your mind Mom?" she asked. "You're not still hung up about Mark are you?"
Vivian studied her daughter closely. How could she know the 180 degree change in Vivian's feelings so quickly? Probably the same female intuition that had told Vivian of her own son's lust for his mother. She took her own deep breath.
"No. Mark and I have come to an understanding," she said, idly turning her coffee cup in her hands. "I guess I'm wondering how you feel and where all this puts you and I?" Kim put the box of cereal down and turned to face her mother. She tucked her shoulder length hair behind her ear and walked to the table, her big boobs bobbling slightly until she stopped in front of her mother.
"How I feel? To be quite honest, I've never felt as alive as when Mark and I are fucking," she said simply. She could see the flush on her mother's face and neck deepen as she bent down, her T-shirt gaping open to reveal her deep cleavage, until her face was only inches from her mothers'. "My only hope is that you and I might share the same closeness."
For a moment, all sound seemed to cease as Kim's blue eyes searched her mother's equally stunning green eyes. Then, as if on cue, both women simultaneously licked their full lips. With two whimpers of passion, they both lunged forward, smashing their mouths together, as their tongues sought out the others'.
For several moments, the mother and daughter licked and sucked at each other's mouths, their lust growing. Moans of lust punctuated the air when their searching hands wound into each other's hair. Kim slid her hand up along the back of her mother's hair and pulled sharply, forcing a slight squeal from Vivian and exposing her long, graceful throat. The lusty daughter began to drag her long pink tongue over and around her mother's neck, inhaling her clean scent and feeling the heat generated by their passion.
As Vivian's head lolled back, her breath coming in gasps, her hands were busy. She had filled them with her daughter's large, firm breasts and was busy squeezing and stroking the hard nipples. Dropping them lower, she began to raise the loose shirt up and over the glorious mounds. They shimmied as they came uncovered and Kim drew away from her mother to pull the garment over her head. She dropped it to the floor and then bent forward with her hands on her mother's shoulders and pressed her boobs into her mother's face. Vivian's hands swept up and gathered the fat mounds in her palms, pressing her face in between the deep chasm. She inhaled the smell of Kim's recent shower and began to tongue the soft flesh between her daughter's tits.
Kim's eyes rolled back in her head and it was her turn to gasp for breath. This was working out way better than she thought it would! Her mother's mouth was now tracking up the curve of her boob towards the light brown, silver dollar sized areola, licking and sucking the slight perspiration that was beginning to form. Her tongue traced around the hard, half-inch long nubbin, and then began to flick it to and fro. Kim broke the silence.
"God, yes! Suck my big tits Mom!" Vivian moaned in acknowledgement around the mouthful of boob she was now cramming into her mouth. When she could stuff no more into her mouth, she quickly switched sides and repeated the same treatment to the other, equally exquisite breast. Kim was beside herself with lust and her right hand had wormed its way between her legs while her left helped guide her mother's actions on her swollen jugs. As her fingertips teased her eager clit, mini pops exploded in her brain, harbingers of the tremendous orgasm she was on the verge of.
Vivian, with her mother's intuition, knew how close her daughter was, and so now pulled away from her and regarded her daughter with lustful, half-hooded eyes.
"Turn around," she commanded. When Kim quickly complied, Vivian ran her hands up and down her daughter's curvy hips, and then sharply smacked her palm against Kim's right ass cheek, setting off a slight ripple in the tight flesh. Her daughter squeaked, then pushed her ass back towards her mother, and received two more sharp smacks for her trouble.
"You like that slut? Take off those shorts." Kim hurriedly did so. Vivian was shocking even herself with her behavior, but she could tell from the goose bumps and slight trembling that Kim was getting off on her submissive role. Vivian spread her daughter's reddening cheeks and examined the twin holes, utterly devoid of hair. It was apparent that Kim studiously shaved herself daily.
"Show me how you picked up that cereal box again, whore," said Vivian huskily. When Kim didn't move quickly enough, Vivian reached back a little further and slapped her harder on the ass. With a low moan of submission, Kim bent forward, her tits and hair dangling down. "Now grab those ankles and don't move until I say you can."
In her present position, Kim was wholly at her mother's mercy, her brown asshole winking at Vivian while her juicy pussy flowered open. Vivian slid a long manicured finger through the folds of Kim's sex.
"I know your brother has been here," she said then moved her finger up to tap at her daughter's back door, "But has he been here I wonder?" She then abruptly poked her index finger halfway up Kim's buttery butt.
Kim reflexively cried out, her hands leaving her ankles and she straightened up halfway, her dangling tits swinging sweetly beneath her. While no stranger to ass play, the rude insertion had caught her by surprise. Her mother began to saw the finger in and out of Kim's tight ass, while her other hand began to twiddle her daughter's clit.
"Get those hands back on your ankles!" Her mother said harshly. Kim loved this new side to her mother and was excited at how her submissive side made her feel. "I asked you a question slut! Has my son fucked this tight ass yet?"
"Yyyyes," Kim stuttered as another mini-orgasm gripped her.
"Yes, what?!" This brought another sharp smack to the horny teens' butt.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Vivian smiled in satisfaction, then added another finger to Kim's ass, the ring of muscle clinging tightly as she pumped them in and out.
"That's better, slut. From now on, you will address me with the respect I deserve and I will return the same. Is that clear slut?"
Kim was so caught up in her mother's nimble fingers that she almost missed the question and only avoided a spank by milliseconds.
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Do you want to cum now slut? Is mommy turning her little girl on? Speak!"
"Yes....yes, ma'am! Please make me cum mommy!"
Without a word, Vivian removed her hands and crammed her mouth onto her daughter's pussy, worming her tongue up the sweet hole as far as she could and wiggling it deliciously. Kim's brain exploded in pleasure as her release washed over her. As she twitched and jerked, it was only her mother's hands on her hips that kept Kim from toppling forward. Syrupy nectar flooded Vivian's mouth as she continued to lick and suck Kim. As her climax waned, Kim slumped to the floor, her hands never leaving her ankles.
Vivian sat back with a smile of satisfaction playing on her glossy, cum covered lips. She regarded her gorgeous daughter whose body still trembled on the tile covered floor. Vivian felt a wave of relief that she and her daughter had reached some détente, even if it was a little twisted. For a long moment, Vivian thought Kim had passed out, but presently her big blue eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to stare at her mother who was smiling at her sweetly.
"How was that dear?" Now that the moment was passed, Vivian slipped back into a more motherly vernacular. Kim pursed her lips and blew a strand of hair away from her face, then rose to a kneeling position and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, smothering her face and neck in kisses.
"That (smack) was (smack) fucking (smack) incredible! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?!"
Vivian giggled sweetly as Kim regarded her mother with new found respect.
"Maybe you'll meet my best friend from high school some time. She's a professor at Mark's college. So, the whole dominant thing didn't freak you out?"
"Hell no! That was a major turn on!" she said and began to pull her mother's robe away from her body. "Now how about I give you a turn?"
Vivian's breath began to speed back up as she felt Kim's hands slip inside the folds and stroke her big 38DDs, but then her eyes fell on the clock.
"Oh, shit! I'm really sorry baby; I've got a massage appointment I've rescheduled twice already." Even after the divorce, Vivian's husband kept her and the kids living comfortably and was footing the bill for both kids' education. "Can I take a rain check until tonight?"
"Sure Mom," Kim said as her mother helped her to her feet, "My tongue will be counting the seconds."
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By the time he had walked the four blocks over to Ms. Cipriano's home, Mark's hard on had abated, though he had given the widows Smith an eyeful as they tottered by him in the street. He stood outside the open gate leading up to the large home and took a deep breath. He thought about what his mother had told him before he left about keeping his dick to himself and vowed not to let his imagination get away from him. This was Ms. Cipriano for Christ's sake, he thought, though definitely a world-class MILF, she had never struck him as being as loose as say, Kay Reynolds. He adjusted his flaccid cock in his shorts and walked up the drive.
As he reached out to ring the doorbell, a note caught his eye. He pulled it off the door.
"Mark," it read, "Thanks again for coming over to do this. I had a few errands to run and won't be back before you are done. There are drinks in the fridge if you get hot and your money is on the table. Monica."
Well, he thought to himself, that solves that problem. He opened the door and entered the enormous entry way. Practicing law was certainly lucrative, Mark thought as he gazed around the vast home with its pricey furnishings. He spied a framed photograph on a buffet and picked it up.
It must have been taken on a vacation, because it pictured
Monica and her husband in bathing suits on a beach, with their arms around each
other smiling at the camera. Definitely taken during happier times, Mark
thought. He couldn't help but stare at how beautiful Ms. Cipriano looked in the
picture. Her long, wavy black hair, olive complexion and generous curves
combined to make her a practical goddess. She was easily three inches taller
than her husband in the picture and Mark bet she was almost as tall as he was.
He put the picture down and headed for the kitchen.
The first thing he noticed in the large kitchen was a hundred dollar bill on the black marble countertop. Damn! Pool cleaning paid well, Mark thought. He put the money back on the countertop and opened the fridge. Spying a couple of beers on the bottom he picked up and popped the top despite the early hour. Taking a long swig he opened the French door leading out to the patio and shut it behind him. He stood for a second and examined the large, Olympic sized pool with attached hot tub and waterfall. It was easily three times as big as their own and he almost regretted taking the job until he remembered the C note waiting for him. He took another swig of beer and went off in search of the pool cleaning supplies.
In the pool side cabana he found the automatic pool cleaner which he attached and set loose to do its job while he began to skim the surface with the long net. Presently, he worked up a sweat so he stopped to remove his shirt and shoes and take another couple of drinks, draining the can of beer. He crushed it and placed it to the side and continued working.
The first thing he noticed in the large kitchen was a hundred dollar bill on the black marble countertop. Damn! Pool cleaning paid well, Mark thought. He put the money back on the countertop and opened the fridge. Spying a couple of beers on the bottom he picked up and popped the top despite the early hour. Taking a long swig he opened the French door leading out to the patio and shut it behind him. He stood for a second and examined the large, Olympic sized pool with attached hot tub and waterfall. It was easily three times as big as their own and he almost regretted taking the job until he remembered the C note waiting for him. He took another swig of beer and went off in search of the pool cleaning supplies.
In the pool side cabana he found the automatic pool cleaner which he attached and set loose to do its job while he began to skim the surface with the long net. Presently, he worked up a sweat so he stopped to remove his shirt and shoes and take another couple of drinks, draining the can of beer. He crushed it and placed it to the side and continued working.
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After hurriedly changing and screeching out of her driveway in her white BMW, Vivian dialed her masseuse's number.
"Hello, Hans? It's Vivian, I'm sorry I'm running late, I'm on my..." she stopped in mid-sentence as her masseuse informed her that she was not in fact running late. Her appointment was tomorrow! "Oh, ok. See you then." She hung up the phone.
Damn it! Another missed opportunity! She'd had plenty of time for Kim to return the favor, yet here she still was with that familiar, aching itch in her groin. Over the years she had got to the point where she could ignore it, but with her recent return to the sexual playing field, she found it hard to go too long without some form of release. She squeezed her supple thighs together and tried to ignore her longing. She looked again at the clock and then made a sudden left, almost side swiping the widows Smith during their morning walk. She pulled out her phone and made another call.
"Monica? Hey! Did Mark make it over ok?" She listened as her friend informed her that she was out running errands and was not at home. "Oh, ok. I was just checking. Thanks again!" She hung up the phone and made a right hand turn, then pulled through the gate of Monica's home.
Mark cocked his head for a second. Was that a phone ringing? He listened, but didn't hear anything else, so he went back to his duties. He was finished skimming the surface and the hot tub and waterfall wouldn't take anytime, so he went to get the chemicals from the cabana. As he came out of the storage room, he got the shock of his life. His mother was sitting in a chaise lounge, legs spread, panties bunched around one ankle and her skirt was pulled up above her waist! She was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes as her right hand was busy rubbing her close cropped pussy.
"I'm so sorry dear. What kind of mother am I? I sent you out of the house without breakfast this morning. Hungry?"
Mark's eyes bulged and Defcon 1 was declared in his pants, his cock immediately swelling with blood and stretching along his thigh. Vivian spied the engorgement and began to speed up her rubbing while she sucked on her thumb, making loud smacking sounds.
"While you eat, perhaps I could have some of that sausage? Your sister gave me quite an appetite this morning."
Mark almost fainted he became so light headed. Was mom being serious? He gulped and tried to find his voice.
"Cat got your tongue? I'm sorry, I was hoping to put that tongue to good use," she said. "Guess I'll have to take care of myself." With that she began to plunge two fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping pussy.
Mark still could not form words, but he had the presence of mind to push his tight compression shorts to the ground, step out and walk towards his mother. Vivian admired the length and girth of the glorious cock she had birthed. As Mark came to stand in front of her, the prick twitched and bucked and a fat glob of precum oozed out of the tip. Vivian licked her full lips and leaned forward. She grasped the fat shaft with the hand not already occupied and used it like a tube of lipstick, smearing the viscous fluid over her pursed lips, giving them a glossy sheen. She smacked her lips wetly and extended her tongue, lolling it all around her son's pulsing helmet.
Mark stood with his head thrown back, hands on his hips, enjoying the feel of his mother's tongue treating his dick like an all-day sucker. As good as she was, his concentration was broken and he opened his eyes and looked towards the house. Big bay windows overlooked the back yard and while he felt something, Mark couldn't see anything in any of them. He looked down at his mother who was now slapping his cock head against her extended tongue. She winked at him sexily.
"Mom? Monica could come home anytime. Mom?"
Vivian was not listening. She slid the thick cock into her mouth and was slurping and sucking it to the best of her ability. Her pussy rubbing had not slowed down and she could feel her impending climax, so to say she was a bit perturbed when her son pulled his prick out of her mouth would be an understatement.
"Mom!"
"What!" she spat, "What could be so important?! Monica's gone! Now give me my dick back!"
She made a grab for him, but Mark backed up.
"No Mom! What if we get busted? Use your head!'
Vivian sighed long and loud.
"I was using my head! I was using it to give you head! Please Mark! I'm so close!"
Mark stood his ground and began to put his shorts back on, the fabric stretching tightly over his turgid cock.
"Mom, go home. I'm serious. You know it would ruin us all if this got out."
Vivian hung her head in sudden shame and acceptance. Mark was right. What was she thinking, sucking her own son's cock in broad daylight in her friend's back yard? She sighed again and pulled up her panties, then smoothed her dress out. She looked at her son who was examining her closely.
"Don't be mad Mom," he said. "You know I'll take care of you later. Or could Kim, if I understood you correctly?"
Vivian looked at him out of the corner of her eye and could see the slight grin at the corner of his mouth. She couldn't help but grin back.
"You little shit! Your sister and you have turned me into a nympho!" Mark clapped his hands excitedly like a child at Christmas at the confirmation. Limitless pussy! He'd be up to his eyeballs in tits and ass for the foreseeable future! He became aware that his mother was still eyeing his prong like a fat kid in a candy store, so he crammed himself back into his shorts and turned her towards the side gate.
"Get out of here Mom, before Ms. Cipriano comes home," he said as he walked her out. Vivian went reluctantly and turned to him before opening the gate. She grabbed his huge bulge and squeezed it possessively.
"You make sure and bring that big fucker right home when you are finished," she said, her groping reversing the slackening. Mark grinned broadly.
"Yes ma'am!"
His mother kissed him suddenly and passionately, then pulled away and left.
Mark shook his head and went back to skimming the water. Minutes later, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke right behind him.
"That's quite a pole you have there, Mark."
Monica never had any intention of leaving the house with Mark there, not after getting a glimpse of what he had lurking in his pants. Hearing the front door open, she had hid herself away upstairs and had been planning a leisurely self-abuse session, spying on the hunky teen through the upstairs window. She had been right on the verge of orgasm, her little friend vibrating away between her splayed legs when her cell phone had rung! She saw Mark's head turn towards the house before she could silence it and answer it, her words coming breathlessly as she talked to her jack-off subject's mother. What was that about, she wondered as she hung up?
When Mark disappeared into the cabana, she was taken aback to see Vivian enter through the side gate and sit down on one of the chaise lounges. When her best friend removed her panties and began to finger herself, Monica suddenly had trouble breathing. She saw Mark walk out, look at his mother, then remove his shorts, his huge cock swinging to and fro as he walked to his mother, who promptly popped it in her mouth. Her vibrator fell from her hand and clattered to the floor, humming away.
Monica's mouth gaped open in shock as she saw her best friend shamelessly toss her mouth back and forth over her own son's dick. No wonder Vivian had been acting different recently! The scene before her explained the skip in her step of late. As Monica watched Vivian cram more and more of the fat sausage in her mouth, her initial shock was slowly replaced by jealousy. Monica had always envied her friend for her two perfect children, but had never imagined this particular benefit! She noticed that Mark kept looking back towards the house, but knew that her presence was undetectable. Her pulse quickened even more when she could tell that Mark was resisting his mother's advances and she rapidly formed a rudimentary plan as she watched the incestuous pair walk out of view. She slipped downstairs, shedding the rest of her clothes as she went.
Mark whirled around and got his second jaw dropping shock of the day. There stood Ms. Cipriano, wearing only a smile and a pair of stiletto, open toe heels, staring at him like he was the cut of the day behind the butcher's case. His capability to form speech deserting him, he merely stood and stared at the lusty vision before him, his already half-hard cock swelling tight in his shorts.
Monica's 40 year old body was flawless. Standing just south of 6 feet, her 130 lbs. were distributed specifically to attract attention. Her legs were smooth and toned and seemed to go right up to her neck. They were capped by curvy hips and an ass you could probably bounce a quarter off of. Mark could tell she took pride in her appearance as her twat was neatly trimmed, with just a small landing strip visible. His eyes drew up over her flat stomach and rested on her perfectly proportioned 34Cs. He could tell that some augmentation had been done, but they still hung natural and full, her nipples barely two inches across and as hard as his cock had become. Her long, graceful neck twisted to the side as she soaked up his attention, tossing her long, curly black hair to the side and lowering her black eyes in a sultry stare. Her complexion was warm and olive in color, her skin tight and indicative of someone twenty years younger.
"Like what you see, Mark?" She huskily asked. "I sure like what I see and would hazard a guess that your mother feels the same way."
Mark's mouth started opening and closing like a fish out of water and he struggled for something, anything to say and cover for what Ms. Cipriano must have seen. His fears of discovery were now realized, but Monica's behavior and appearance indicated to him that exposure of the Jordan's family secrets was not her goal. He shut his mouth and waited for the other shoe to drop. Monica walked forward fluidly and stopped just before him, their eyes almost on the same level. She looked hard at him and began to trace the lean muscles of his torso.
"Don't worry; your secret is safe with your Auntie Monica. There is just one thing I need from you." Here it was. "I want the same thing that your mother is currently enjoying. I'm going up to my bedroom now. Don't keep me waiting."
With that she turned and flowed inside, leaving Mark dumbfounded beside the pool. The pool skimmer clattered to the deck from his hands. He took a deep breath and followed her inside.
The cool air of the house felt good against his skin as he walked through the kitchen, following the click of Monica's stiletto heels across the wood floor. He arrived at the foot of the stairs just in time to watch her exquisite ass ascend, his angle giving him a partial view of the pink gash exposed at each step. He took another deep breath and began to climb the stairs. At the top he paused, looking left and right down the long hallway extending the length of the house.
"In here, baby," her voice lilted from his left. He followed and entered the spacious master bedroom. Ms. Cipriano sat at the edge of the bed, her legs splayed wide and her right hand busy between them. She curled the index finger of her left and beckoned him to her. As if he was deep underwater, he slowly walked to her. Monica smiled sexily.
"Don't worry hun. I don't bite....much." When Mark stood like a statue before her, Monica removed her fingers from her pussy and began to roam both sets over Mark's rock hard stomach and muscled chest. He caught the whiff of her sex on her fingers and his nostrils flared, drawing it deep inside. Monica chuckled as she noticed his reaction. She extended that hand to Mark's face and waved her fingers underneath his nose.
"Smell that baby? That's how much I want you. Are you gonna fuck Auntie good like you do your momma?"
Mark nodded his head dumbly.
"That's a good boy, quiet and obedient. Now take those shorts off and let's see how much of that thick fucker I can get in my mouth." Mark pushed down his shorts, stretching them over his turgid length. As his cock cleared its confinement, the length of his tool draped over Monica's face, extending from her full lips to her hairline. He could see her eyes practically cross as they strained to assess his pussy pleaser. Monica extended her wet, pink tongue and flattened it against the underside of his tool. Wiggling it just for a moment, she pulled her head backwards, dragging her tongue along and eliciting a moan from Mark. Reaching the top she swirled her tongue around, never breaking eye contact with Mark, until the tip of his prick glistened wetly.
"So, how long have you been fucking your mommy, Mark?" she asked, then popped his plump knob between her lips and suckled gently while Mark struggled to find his voice.
"B-b-bout a week," he stuttered. Monica's eyes closed to slits and she moaned low in her throat as a glob of cum oozed from his slit and coated her tongue. She sucked and more followed in quick succession. Amazing, she thought, this kid oozes more than my ex could even shoot. No wonder Vivian was keeping this under wraps. Not only was there the forbidden nature of their relationship, but she probably wanted to keep him all to herself. Well, friends share, don't they, Monica thought and then smiled around the mouth stretching giant.
Mark's brain was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as he watched his mother's best friend cram more and more of his tube in her hot, sucking mouth. By now, the shaft was glistening with her spit and was streaked with the remnants of her bright red lipstick. She was moaning like a starving woman deep in her throat, but suddenly gagged as she slid his length a little too far down her throat. When she pulled back off the shining sword, a thick strand of salvia hung from her lip to the tip of his cock. She grabbed it up in her hand and slicked the shaft, then raised her eyes and held his gaze while she caught her breath.
"Does your mommy suck your cock like that Mark?" He nodded his head slowly while she whipped her fist back and forth. "With tits like hers, I bet she does this for you too, hmmm?" She leaned back and spat a glob of saliva between her firm boobs and slotted his tool between them. Wrapping the soft globes around his girth, she raised and lowered them rapidly, setting off ripples across their exposed surface while a wet squish emanated from the junction. Mark again nodded as she fucked her bags with his stick. When the tip appeared at the top again and again, she pursed her lips across his knob and gave it a wet smack. The heat and friction was getting to Mark and he threw his head back moaning. Monica quickly slipped his prick out from between her jugs and spun around on the bed on all fours.
"Not so fast, Auntie Monica needs to get fucked now," she said as she fingered and spread her gash before his saucer wide eyes. Mark shuffled forward to the edge of the bed and fisted his cock. As he ran his hand across her warm, smooth back, he slapped his thick prong repeatedly on her upturned ass cheeks, filling the bedroom with sharp cracks. Monica appraised him with one eye over her shoulder, running her pink tongue over her lips and winking saucily. What a find she had made! She could definitely see dropping a couple of hundred bucks a week to have her "pool" cleaned by the well-hung teen! She reached back and wiggled her fingers below her dripping pussy getting Mark's attention.
"Gimme," she ordered. Mark drew back slightly as her long fingernails scratched his ball sack. Her fingers slid up and snaked around his shaft, tilting it down. Mark pulled back further and allowed her to line them up. Once she appeared to have the angle worked out and her folds were nuzzling his cock head, he began to thrust forward a little bit at a time. Slowly, but surely, he began to sink in, her sugary soft walls fluttering and gripping his passage. Monica removed her hand and returned it to the bed, bracing herself against his slow thrusts. Mark marveled at how tight the older woman was. Her husband had either not spent much time plowing this field or his tractor wasn't very big.
For her part Monica felt like a baseball bat was being crammed into her cunt, but she wasn't complaining. She had never felt so full or so turned on. She could feel every ridge and vein crisscrossing the massive prick as it slid forward steadily before bumping her cervix with only a quarter inch to spare. She slid forward a couple of inches, allowing Mark to slide out slightly, and then she backed up slowly, filling her box again. With nine of his ten inches crammed up her, she experimentally rolled her hips slowly and winced. She was going to have to take it slow if she didn't want to eviscerate herself.
"Are you ok Ms. Cipriano?" Mark asked when she hadn't moved for a few long moments. He could feel her channel grip him tightly and was worried he was hurting her with his big cock, though he wasn't going to remove himself from the heavenly hole unless he had to. Monica again looked over her shoulder and smiled as she noticed his concerned expression.
"I'm fine baby. Just getting used to that big old dick," she said as he relaxed and smiled. "Give me a couple of pumps and let's make sure the plumbing holds up." Mark placed both hands on her hips and slowly drew back halfway, then pushed forward even slower. Monica's shoulders hunched together, and then relaxed when he bottomed out. Time and again he repeated the slow process, each time the passage was easier as her juices flowed and her muscles relaxed. Before too long Mark had settled into an easy, steady rhythm and his lover was moaning and keening from the pleasure she was receiving. His hands left her hips and ventured forward, grasping her swinging breasts. He teased the hard nipples and weighed the firm globes in his palms while their fuck pace sped up. Suddenly Monica pulled all the way off and Mark's prick waved in the air glistening with her juices. She rolled onto her side and extended a long, toned leg in the air.
"Saddle up cowboy. I wanna cum."
This was a new one, but Mark quickly worked out the mechanics. He straddled her lying leg and put her extended limb on his shoulder. He worked his plum colored knob back and forth in her gash and finding her stiff clitoris, teased it with his cock slit. Monica had her head propped up on one hand to watch him, her other hand was squeezing and pulling on her stiff nipples. She knew she wouldn't last long with Mark teasing her clit, so she reached out and pulled her extended leg back towards her body, exposing herself even more.
Damn, she was limber, Mark thought. He got the message and poised his golf ball sized knob at her fuck hole and began to slide in. The trip was tight, hot and wet and all the other adjectives such a journey should entail. At this angle, Mark was only able to sink about half of his lance in Monica. She smiled up at him when he stopped.
"Now you can fuck me without me worrying about if you are going to rearrange my internal organs!" Mark laughed and began to pump his lean hips to and fro, cleaving her slit and causing her firm body to wobble from his thrusts. Mark was at his core a tit man and his eyes lasered in on the two firm softballs quivering like Jell-O. Monica noticed his gaze and contorted her upper body in such a way as to give him a more clear view. Her yoga and Pilates were really paying off!
Mark took over holding Monica's extended leg and wrapped it in his left arm against his torso. His fuck strokes were coming fast and furious now. Monica had dropped her other arm, her head lolling back on the bed, her eyes shut and mouth parted, panting. Her boobs shimmied and shook, the hard nipples carving the air. When Mark drummed his thumb across her clit, she screamed loud enough that Mark almost stopped. He released her leg and clamped that hand over her mouth and power fucked her through the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced. As the waves of pleasure wracked her body, she bit down on his fingers and moaned long and loud behind his hand. Mark gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in an effort to stave off his own release, his hips never losing their pace.
Mark could feel every contraction of Monica's climax squeezing and pulling at his shaft and as they slowed, he slowed his thrusts as well, bringing her smoothly and expertly down from her peak. When he stopped, Monica blearily cracked her eyes open and gazed at him with something akin to awe.
"Damn," she croaked. "You fuck like a god Mark! If I was your mother, you'd never leave the house. I may not be able to walk for a week, but it will be worth it." Monica swung her extended leg over and slowly pulled herself off the thick spear plunged into her.
Mark's cock swung up from its recent happy home and settled to point directly at Monica, but with nary a glance at him, she scooted off the bed and walked past Mark to the bathroom. Mark stood there for a second wondering what was going on. Was she coming back? He hesitantly approached the door. Not hearing any sounds, he rapped his knuckles on the door frame.
"Yes?"
Mark leaned into the marbled bathroom and saw Monica leaning over a huge sunken tub as she turned on the water. He struck what he thought might be a model worthy pose, his hands on his hips, his groin thrust forward provocatively and his still stiff cock jutting out.
"Is there room in there for me?" Monica added bath oil and bubbles to the running water before turning to him and smiling.
"Of course not, Mark. What would your mother think?" Mark's cocky grin vanished from his face. Monica was looking at him, but no words came to his mind. "Don't forget your money on your way out. I'll call when my pool is dirty again." With that she stepped into the tub and settled herself back, closing her eyes.
Mark stood rooted in place, shocked that he had been used like some sex toy and discarded, especially without getting his rocks off! He backed out of the bathroom, his face reddening with shame and frustration. Maybe there was more to Mr. Cipriano walking out on Monica than they had all been led to believe. Humiliated, he looked around the bedroom for his clothes; he grabbed his shorts and stalked hurriedly out of the room, almost slamming into the woman standing in the middle of the hall.
Mark stifled a yell with his fist as the curvy, Rubenesque vision held a finger to her lips silencing him.
"I'm Naureen," she whispered, smiling. She looked to be in her early twenties, dark complexioned, with an almost impossibly full, plump mouth and lips covering up sparkling white teeth which were revealed by her grin. Standing only about 5'2", her brown, highlighted hair was long, extending just past her shoulders. As his eyes tracked her hair's length, Mark found his eyes drawn to the dual mounds covered by the stranger's extra-large, extra-long T shirt. Her tits looked humongous! Mark found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the volleyball sized orbs rising and falling with each of her breaths. As he stared slack jawed, he noticed her nipples were beginning to get hard and were making themselves apparent through the thin shirt. The vision shifted her weight to her hip, causing her big jugs to sway and confirming that no bra encased them.
"I'm M-m-mark," he stuttered without looking up. By now her nipples were a half-inch long and looked ready to tear through the shirt.
"I picked up on that," she said, her tone still low. "Trust me; you're not the first one to get the Auntie Monica treatment. She must have 'nephews' all over town. Fortunately, as the live-in maid, I sometimes get to help myself to her leftovers." Seeing that he was still engrossed in her boobs, Naureen reached down, grasped the bottom of her shirt and in one swift move, pulled it over her head. Her tits looked even larger uncovered, with a slight slope to them due to their obvious weight. Naureen was no starving waif, but she was by no means fat. Every extra ounce looked to be in her tits which she gathered into her hands, the flesh overflowing her palms. She thrummed her thumbs across the Oreo sized nipples, their points long and hard.
"And these are my tits. Size E if you are curious," she dropped them and them swiftly grabbed his still hard cock with both of her warm soft hands. "And this must be your cock." She peered at it intensely. "I'd say about nine to ten inches. Just about perfect for my purposes. Let's get them together." With that she turned and walked to the other end of the house with Mark right behind her. She entered a small bedroom and sat on the nondescript twin bed.
"Leave the door open," she said when he reached to shut it. "She will be in there for hours after that fucking you just gave her, but this way I can hear her coming. Now, bring that big, fat dick over here and let me see about draining it."
Mark could not believe his sheer, dumb luck. First, he has the unluckiest break ever with Monica and moments later, this vision of tittieness literally grabs him by the dick and offers to change his oil. If he was old enough, today would be the day to go to Vegas and gamble, because he was on a roll!
Naureen's dark brown eyes never left his cock as he walked forward and stopped just in front of her, his cock mere inches from her plump lips. Naureen licked her lips and briefly looked up at him before she spat a huge glob of saliva down the shaft of his cock, then repeated the process in each palm. She next brought both hands up and began to stroke the length of his prick. Her hands made a wet, sucking sound as they slid up and down the stiff rod.
"So, you're a motherfucker, huh?"
The question caught Mark off guard, so wrapped up in the hand job as he was.
"W-w-what?" he stammered.
Naureen looked up at him and began to tongue his oozing knob.
"You told Monica you are fucking your mom. That wasn't bullshit, was it?" Her face held not a hint of judgment, so Mark decided an honest answer was best. He nodded. Naureen smiled, opened her mouth wide and popped his whole head in her mouth. She sucked hard for a moment, and then slid him out of her mouth, her teeth intentionally scraping along the sensitive head.
"I think that is so fucking sexy," she said. Mark breathed a sigh of relief, then gasped when the sexy maid plunged her head forward, taking his cock halfway down her throat. Her eyes slid up to his, holding his gaze while she slowly slid back off and jacked him.
"Want to know one of my secrets?" she whispered. Mark nodded. He would have agreed to anything to keep Naureen working his cock. Her hands were so soft and warm and the sight of her jiggling melons was searing itself into his brain. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"One. A sister," Mark said.
"I'm the youngest of four," Naureen said, then leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, gathering up the glistening saliva and precum. "All boys, except me." She paused and noticed how Mark's eyes were getting big. "Are you and your sister close?" Mark nodded.
"My brothers and I are too. That's really why I left home. Between dad and my three brothers fucking me in every hole, every night, I wasn't getting any sleep." She said it so matter of factly that Mark almost thought he had imagined it. Seeing his expression Naureen clarified. "Oh, don't get the wrong idea. I fucking loved every second of it, but the guys in the family were too caught up in fucking me. My brothers are 25, 27 and 30 and all live at home. My mom actually encouraged us at first, you know, to keep us off the streets." Mark shook his head in wonder at the weird family dynamic.
"Mom felt they would never leave the nest if I didn't first. So, here I am. Freaky, right?"
Who was Mark to judge? For some reason, his own secrets then flooded out. It was like a therapy session, except one where the therapist sucks you off while you explore your problems.
"Wow," Naureen said when he finished. "Your mom wouldn't be in the market for a maid would she?" Mark laughed.
"What skills do you bring to the table?"
Naureen grinned up at him sexily.
"Well, I'm really good at polishing," she said as she vigorously jacked his rod. "I sweep pretty well too," as she swiped her tongue repeatedly over his head and shaft. "And, I always go the extra mile," she then bobbed her head three quarters of the way down his cock, lodging it in her gullet. The heat and tightness of her throat was exquisite! Mark could see tears gathering in her big brown eyes from the effort. After a moment, she pulled her head back and looked up at him, gasping for air, her huge tits rising and falling with the effort. "Well, do I have the job?" she gasped.
Mark tapped his forefinger against his lips feigning indecision. "I'm not so sure that those skills, adept as you are, are going to be enough. Anything else?"
Naureen giggled sexily and nodded emphatically, her sexy little face lighting up.
"I almost forgot my best attribute!" She leaned back and over to the bed side credenza and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion. She upended it and squirted the white concoction over and between her glorious mams. Mark held his breath watching her work the lotion over, around and between the globes. After a moment she hefted her tits and held them apart. "Cock up stud!"
Mark couldn't get his cock in between her tits fast enough. As his shaft pressed tightly against her breastbone, Naureen closed her jugs tight around him, enveloping him in hot, jiggly velvet. The sheer size of her melons ensured that only a hint of his cockhead peered out from the top of the tit gap. They looked down at the sexy sight, looked at each other and laughed.
"Wow," they both said in unison and then laughed some more until Naureen started to jiggle and bounce her watermelons up, down and against the thrusting cock. Mark held his feet shoulder width apart and placed his hands on Naureen's shoulders in order to brace himself. His thrusts were long and powerful from the get go, the deep cleavage ensuring that his prick was snug and covered. At the top of each stroke, the impact of his abs set off a waterbed effect across the wide expanse of her tits and filled the room with a smart smacking sound.
Let me die now, Mark thought. While each of his lovers had been busty, none of them held a candle to Naureen, in size or in how they handled their fun bags. Her tits seemed to be everywhere at once and her technique was flawless, the pacing perfect. Time and again, when Mark would feel the onset of his orgasm, she would slow, and then stop, cradling his shaft while the moment passed, then gathering steam again. Having been effectively hard for the last hour or so was taking its toll on him. His balls were beginning to ache from the full load sloshing around in them. A spider web of cum streaks decorated the tops of Naureen's jugs and Mark hoped she'd finish him off and soon.
As he again hit top stroke, Naureen spoke.
"Hey." Mark looked down. She smiled and pursed her sexy lips, blowing him a kiss with a wet smack. "Hose me down pool boy."
That did it. Mark hit top speed, his hips a blur. Because of Naureen's ebb and flow rhythm 'til now, it took about 15 seconds for Mark to crest the wave. As his balls lurched, he held a powerful upstroke. The ensuing cum rope belched out of his cock, caroming off the underside of her jaw line and exploding, showering the tops of her tits and shoulders with fragments of protein.
Naureen squealed like a girl getting a pony for her birthday. Mark stepped back, hauled his log from between her boobs and pointed it at her face. Naureen complied totally, closing her eyes, opening her mouth and extending her long pink tongue as a target. The next blast hit the tip of her tongue, half continuing into her hungry mouth, the other half parting like the Red Sea and coating both cheeks. He directed his aim lower, the last two blasts bulls eyeing her fat nipples like frosted cupcakes. The dregs of his output were then squeezed off onto the tops of her posed puppies.
Mark staggered backwards from the exertion, his head swimming. Naureen was like a kitten cleaning every drop of cream she could get her tongue on. Presently she finished off her snack by scooping each glob of cum from her cheeks and licking her fingers.
"Yummy! Somebody eats healthy," she said. "That was downright tasty and there was so much! You say that was your second time today?" Mark nodded his mouth too dry to form words. "Well, I can only imagine how much you shoot first thing in the morning. That was as much as the last time my brothers and dad banged me the day I left. You gonna keep cleaning Ms. Cipriano's pool?" Mark had found a bottle of water on the dresser and took a gulp before replying.
"I don't know. You gonna be around to finish me off every time?" Naureen giggled that sexy laugh again.
"Definitely! Besides, I couldn't come to work for you all. Who would wear the strap-on for Monica?" Mark chuckled. Nothing surprised him now.
"Hey," he said. "Can I, you know, do anything for you?" Naureen smiled.
"Naw, you've done enough for today. But give me your number. I'd love to take a ride on that pony sometime." He did, then staggered downstairs, remembering to get his clothes right before he stepped outside. What a morning, he thought.
Oh good, Mark thought when he saw the familiar brown delivery van in front of his house. His GPS watch must be here! As he mounted the steps he thought of what he might get his mom to fix him for lunch and then it occurred to him that the front door was closed. Where was the delivery driver? He saw movement behind the window looking into their living room. When he peered close he saw that his mom was already having lunch and that the delivery guy was feeding it to her!
Vivian Jordan, mother of two, respected member of the community and Junior League member, was on all fours with her sun dress flipped up over her hips. Her panties were puddled around one ankle and the pudgy, balding "Mr. Brown" was short stroking her pussy like his ass was on fire! He was sweating profusely and Mark's first thought was he hoped he had a fucking coronary on the spot. His and Mark's mother's eyes were clenched shut and while bliss registered on his face, Mark could detect a grimace to his mom's visage.
What the fuck?! Mark thought. He said he'd be right home! Or had his Mom come back and figured out what he and Monica were up to?! Shit! His goose was cooked for sure! In a daze, he backed away from the window slowly and walked towards the street. He took some consolation in that it appeared that was his GPS watch in the box underneath his doggy fucked mom.
Mark stood for a second at the Reynolds' front door and wondered what the hell to do. First priority was food. Maybe Spencer was home. He knocked a couple of times and waited. He then rang the doorbell and was just about ready to walk away when the door cracked open revealing Spencer's shit eating grin.
"Mark! You're just in time! Come on in!" He pulled back from the doorway and Mark hesitantly entered to see Spencer's naked ass ascending the stairs!
"Whoa! What the fuck, Spence?!" When Spencer turned, Mark could see that you could hang laundry on his wood it was so hard. Spencer just waved him on and continued up the stairs and disappeared towards the master bedroom. Mark had a gut feeling what he was going to find upon entering Spencer's parents' bedroom, but he still wasn't prepared for the sight that hit him.
Spencer had stopped just inside the door and was looking towards the bed. Mark's eyes followed him and the first thing he saw was Bob Reynolds, Spencer's dad, kneeling at the foot of the bed, hunched over. The second thing he noticed was that Mr. Reynolds was naked and two slim legs were cradling his bent over head! Mark recoiled and made a move to bolt when Spencer grabbed his arm stopping him.
"Hey guys! Look who I just found!"
Bob Reynolds' broad shoulders turned in slow motion it seemed, until his shiny, wet face looked at Mark. His eyes bugged out of his face and a deep scarlet color blossomed immediately. Mark really got set to make a dash. Mr. Reynolds easily outweighed him by 20 lbs. and as an ex-football player, looked like he could crack walnuts with his bare hands. Breaking Mark's balls wouldn't be a sweat, but like a saving angel, a second head lifted from the bed and Bob's wife, Kay, squealed with delight at the sight of Mark.
"Oh goodie! More dicks for me!"
Mark looked at Spencer who had the same shit eating grin plastered on his face. He grinned even bigger at Mark's disbelief, and then walked towards the bed. Kay swung a leg over her husband and pushed him to the side as she scooted to the edge. Mark could see that it had been a long morning for the sexy 40 year old MILF. Kay always kept her body in top form with long hours of yoga, Pilates and fucking. Her regimen this morning was definitely the latter. Bite and scratch marks were scattered all over her body. Dried fluids of undetermined origin were caked on her chest and thighs and it looked like she was using semen as her hair gel of choice again. Her violet eyes had a semi-crazed look to them. While just a first year pre-med student, Mark recognized all the signs and symptoms and made an instant diagnosis...."Fuck lustius gigantias"!
"Sit in the corner cuckie," Kay said as she brushed past her kneeling husband and walked towards Mark. Cuckie? Mark wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't sound like an affectionate nickname. Kay's natural 32DD jugs swung sweetly on her chest as she closed the distance between them. As she got close, Mark caught a whiff of her and it was not the most pleasant smell due to the cum concoction smeared over her. Kay reached out and possessively grabbed his growing package. "And how's my favorite dick in the whole wide world today?" Mark could see Spencer start to protest, but then he shut his mouth.
This was a new one, but Mark quickly worked out the mechanics. He straddled her lying leg and put her extended limb on his shoulder. He worked his plum colored knob back and forth in her gash and finding her stiff clitoris, teased it with his cock slit. Monica had her head propped up on one hand to watch him, her other hand was squeezing and pulling on her stiff nipples. She knew she wouldn't last long with Mark teasing her clit, so she reached out and pulled her extended leg back towards her body, exposing herself even more.
Damn, she was limber, Mark thought. He got the message and poised his golf ball sized knob at her fuck hole and began to slide in. The trip was tight, hot and wet and all the other adjectives such a journey should entail. At this angle, Mark was only able to sink about half of his lance in Monica. She smiled up at him when he stopped.
"Now you can fuck me without me worrying about if you are going to rearrange my internal organs!" Mark laughed and began to pump his lean hips to and fro, cleaving her slit and causing her firm body to wobble from his thrusts. Mark was at his core a tit man and his eyes lasered in on the two firm softballs quivering like Jell-O. Monica noticed his gaze and contorted her upper body in such a way as to give him a more clear view. Her yoga and Pilates were really paying off!
Mark took over holding Monica's extended leg and wrapped it in his left arm against his torso. His fuck strokes were coming fast and furious now. Monica had dropped her other arm, her head lolling back on the bed, her eyes shut and mouth parted, panting. Her boobs shimmied and shook, the hard nipples carving the air. When Mark drummed his thumb across her clit, she screamed loud enough that Mark almost stopped. He released her leg and clamped that hand over her mouth and power fucked her through the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced. As the waves of pleasure wracked her body, she bit down on his fingers and moaned long and loud behind his hand. Mark gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in an effort to stave off his own release, his hips never losing their pace.
Mark could feel every contraction of Monica's climax squeezing and pulling at his shaft and as they slowed, he slowed his thrusts as well, bringing her smoothly and expertly down from her peak. When he stopped, Monica blearily cracked her eyes open and gazed at him with something akin to awe.
"Damn," she croaked. "You fuck like a god Mark! If I was your mother, you'd never leave the house. I may not be able to walk for a week, but it will be worth it." Monica swung her extended leg over and slowly pulled herself off the thick spear plunged into her.
Mark's cock swung up from its recent happy home and settled to point directly at Monica, but with nary a glance at him, she scooted off the bed and walked past Mark to the bathroom. Mark stood there for a second wondering what was going on. Was she coming back? He hesitantly approached the door. Not hearing any sounds, he rapped his knuckles on the door frame.
"Yes?"
Mark leaned into the marbled bathroom and saw Monica leaning over a huge sunken tub as she turned on the water. He struck what he thought might be a model worthy pose, his hands on his hips, his groin thrust forward provocatively and his still stiff cock jutting out.
"Is there room in there for me?" Monica added bath oil and bubbles to the running water before turning to him and smiling.
"Of course not, Mark. What would your mother think?" Mark's cocky grin vanished from his face. Monica was looking at him, but no words came to his mind. "Don't forget your money on your way out. I'll call when my pool is dirty again." With that she stepped into the tub and settled herself back, closing her eyes.
Mark stood rooted in place, shocked that he had been used like some sex toy and discarded, especially without getting his rocks off! He backed out of the bathroom, his face reddening with shame and frustration. Maybe there was more to Mr. Cipriano walking out on Monica than they had all been led to believe. Humiliated, he looked around the bedroom for his clothes; he grabbed his shorts and stalked hurriedly out of the room, almost slamming into the woman standing in the middle of the hall.
Mark stifled a yell with his fist as the curvy, Rubenesque vision held a finger to her lips silencing him.
"I'm Naureen," she whispered, smiling. She looked to be in her early twenties, dark complexioned, with an almost impossibly full, plump mouth and lips covering up sparkling white teeth which were revealed by her grin. Standing only about 5'2", her brown, highlighted hair was long, extending just past her shoulders. As his eyes tracked her hair's length, Mark found his eyes drawn to the dual mounds covered by the stranger's extra-large, extra-long T shirt. Her tits looked humongous! Mark found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the volleyball sized orbs rising and falling with each of her breaths. As he stared slack jawed, he noticed her nipples were beginning to get hard and were making themselves apparent through the thin shirt. The vision shifted her weight to her hip, causing her big jugs to sway and confirming that no bra encased them.
"I'm M-m-mark," he stuttered without looking up. By now her nipples were a half-inch long and looked ready to tear through the shirt.
"I picked up on that," she said, her tone still low. "Trust me; you're not the first one to get the Auntie Monica treatment. She must have 'nephews' all over town. Fortunately, as the live-in maid, I sometimes get to help myself to her leftovers." Seeing that he was still engrossed in her boobs, Naureen reached down, grasped the bottom of her shirt and in one swift move, pulled it over her head. Her tits looked even larger uncovered, with a slight slope to them due to their obvious weight. Naureen was no starving waif, but she was by no means fat. Every extra ounce looked to be in her tits which she gathered into her hands, the flesh overflowing her palms. She thrummed her thumbs across the Oreo sized nipples, their points long and hard.
"And these are my tits. Size E if you are curious," she dropped them and them swiftly grabbed his still hard cock with both of her warm soft hands. "And this must be your cock." She peered at it intensely. "I'd say about nine to ten inches. Just about perfect for my purposes. Let's get them together." With that she turned and walked to the other end of the house with Mark right behind her. She entered a small bedroom and sat on the nondescript twin bed.
"Leave the door open," she said when he reached to shut it. "She will be in there for hours after that fucking you just gave her, but this way I can hear her coming. Now, bring that big, fat dick over here and let me see about draining it."
Mark could not believe his sheer, dumb luck. First, he has the unluckiest break ever with Monica and moments later, this vision of tittieness literally grabs him by the dick and offers to change his oil. If he was old enough, today would be the day to go to Vegas and gamble, because he was on a roll!
Naureen's dark brown eyes never left his cock as he walked forward and stopped just in front of her, his cock mere inches from her plump lips. Naureen licked her lips and briefly looked up at him before she spat a huge glob of saliva down the shaft of his cock, then repeated the process in each palm. She next brought both hands up and began to stroke the length of his prick. Her hands made a wet, sucking sound as they slid up and down the stiff rod.
"So, you're a motherfucker, huh?"
The question caught Mark off guard, so wrapped up in the hand job as he was.
"W-w-what?" he stammered.
Naureen looked up at him and began to tongue his oozing knob.
"You told Monica you are fucking your mom. That wasn't bullshit, was it?" Her face held not a hint of judgment, so Mark decided an honest answer was best. He nodded. Naureen smiled, opened her mouth wide and popped his whole head in her mouth. She sucked hard for a moment, and then slid him out of her mouth, her teeth intentionally scraping along the sensitive head.
"I think that is so fucking sexy," she said. Mark breathed a sigh of relief, then gasped when the sexy maid plunged her head forward, taking his cock halfway down her throat. Her eyes slid up to his, holding his gaze while she slowly slid back off and jacked him.
"Want to know one of my secrets?" she whispered. Mark nodded. He would have agreed to anything to keep Naureen working his cock. Her hands were so soft and warm and the sight of her jiggling melons was searing itself into his brain. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"One. A sister," Mark said.
"I'm the youngest of four," Naureen said, then leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, gathering up the glistening saliva and precum. "All boys, except me." She paused and noticed how Mark's eyes were getting big. "Are you and your sister close?" Mark nodded.
"My brothers and I are too. That's really why I left home. Between dad and my three brothers fucking me in every hole, every night, I wasn't getting any sleep." She said it so matter of factly that Mark almost thought he had imagined it. Seeing his expression Naureen clarified. "Oh, don't get the wrong idea. I fucking loved every second of it, but the guys in the family were too caught up in fucking me. My brothers are 25, 27 and 30 and all live at home. My mom actually encouraged us at first, you know, to keep us off the streets." Mark shook his head in wonder at the weird family dynamic.
"Mom felt they would never leave the nest if I didn't first. So, here I am. Freaky, right?"
Who was Mark to judge? For some reason, his own secrets then flooded out. It was like a therapy session, except one where the therapist sucks you off while you explore your problems.
"Wow," Naureen said when he finished. "Your mom wouldn't be in the market for a maid would she?" Mark laughed.
"What skills do you bring to the table?"
Naureen grinned up at him sexily.
"Well, I'm really good at polishing," she said as she vigorously jacked his rod. "I sweep pretty well too," as she swiped her tongue repeatedly over his head and shaft. "And, I always go the extra mile," she then bobbed her head three quarters of the way down his cock, lodging it in her gullet. The heat and tightness of her throat was exquisite! Mark could see tears gathering in her big brown eyes from the effort. After a moment, she pulled her head back and looked up at him, gasping for air, her huge tits rising and falling with the effort. "Well, do I have the job?" she gasped.
Mark tapped his forefinger against his lips feigning indecision. "I'm not so sure that those skills, adept as you are, are going to be enough. Anything else?"
Naureen giggled sexily and nodded emphatically, her sexy little face lighting up.
"I almost forgot my best attribute!" She leaned back and over to the bed side credenza and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion. She upended it and squirted the white concoction over and between her glorious mams. Mark held his breath watching her work the lotion over, around and between the globes. After a moment she hefted her tits and held them apart. "Cock up stud!"
Mark couldn't get his cock in between her tits fast enough. As his shaft pressed tightly against her breastbone, Naureen closed her jugs tight around him, enveloping him in hot, jiggly velvet. The sheer size of her melons ensured that only a hint of his cockhead peered out from the top of the tit gap. They looked down at the sexy sight, looked at each other and laughed.
"Wow," they both said in unison and then laughed some more until Naureen started to jiggle and bounce her watermelons up, down and against the thrusting cock. Mark held his feet shoulder width apart and placed his hands on Naureen's shoulders in order to brace himself. His thrusts were long and powerful from the get go, the deep cleavage ensuring that his prick was snug and covered. At the top of each stroke, the impact of his abs set off a waterbed effect across the wide expanse of her tits and filled the room with a smart smacking sound.
Let me die now, Mark thought. While each of his lovers had been busty, none of them held a candle to Naureen, in size or in how they handled their fun bags. Her tits seemed to be everywhere at once and her technique was flawless, the pacing perfect. Time and again, when Mark would feel the onset of his orgasm, she would slow, and then stop, cradling his shaft while the moment passed, then gathering steam again. Having been effectively hard for the last hour or so was taking its toll on him. His balls were beginning to ache from the full load sloshing around in them. A spider web of cum streaks decorated the tops of Naureen's jugs and Mark hoped she'd finish him off and soon.
As he again hit top stroke, Naureen spoke.
"Hey." Mark looked down. She smiled and pursed her sexy lips, blowing him a kiss with a wet smack. "Hose me down pool boy."
That did it. Mark hit top speed, his hips a blur. Because of Naureen's ebb and flow rhythm 'til now, it took about 15 seconds for Mark to crest the wave. As his balls lurched, he held a powerful upstroke. The ensuing cum rope belched out of his cock, caroming off the underside of her jaw line and exploding, showering the tops of her tits and shoulders with fragments of protein.
Naureen squealed like a girl getting a pony for her birthday. Mark stepped back, hauled his log from between her boobs and pointed it at her face. Naureen complied totally, closing her eyes, opening her mouth and extending her long pink tongue as a target. The next blast hit the tip of her tongue, half continuing into her hungry mouth, the other half parting like the Red Sea and coating both cheeks. He directed his aim lower, the last two blasts bulls eyeing her fat nipples like frosted cupcakes. The dregs of his output were then squeezed off onto the tops of her posed puppies.
Mark staggered backwards from the exertion, his head swimming. Naureen was like a kitten cleaning every drop of cream she could get her tongue on. Presently she finished off her snack by scooping each glob of cum from her cheeks and licking her fingers.
"Yummy! Somebody eats healthy," she said. "That was downright tasty and there was so much! You say that was your second time today?" Mark nodded his mouth too dry to form words. "Well, I can only imagine how much you shoot first thing in the morning. That was as much as the last time my brothers and dad banged me the day I left. You gonna keep cleaning Ms. Cipriano's pool?" Mark had found a bottle of water on the dresser and took a gulp before replying.
"I don't know. You gonna be around to finish me off every time?" Naureen giggled that sexy laugh again.
"Definitely! Besides, I couldn't come to work for you all. Who would wear the strap-on for Monica?" Mark chuckled. Nothing surprised him now.
"Hey," he said. "Can I, you know, do anything for you?" Naureen smiled.
"Naw, you've done enough for today. But give me your number. I'd love to take a ride on that pony sometime." He did, then staggered downstairs, remembering to get his clothes right before he stepped outside. What a morning, he thought.
Oh good, Mark thought when he saw the familiar brown delivery van in front of his house. His GPS watch must be here! As he mounted the steps he thought of what he might get his mom to fix him for lunch and then it occurred to him that the front door was closed. Where was the delivery driver? He saw movement behind the window looking into their living room. When he peered close he saw that his mom was already having lunch and that the delivery guy was feeding it to her!
Vivian Jordan, mother of two, respected member of the community and Junior League member, was on all fours with her sun dress flipped up over her hips. Her panties were puddled around one ankle and the pudgy, balding "Mr. Brown" was short stroking her pussy like his ass was on fire! He was sweating profusely and Mark's first thought was he hoped he had a fucking coronary on the spot. His and Mark's mother's eyes were clenched shut and while bliss registered on his face, Mark could detect a grimace to his mom's visage.
What the fuck?! Mark thought. He said he'd be right home! Or had his Mom come back and figured out what he and Monica were up to?! Shit! His goose was cooked for sure! In a daze, he backed away from the window slowly and walked towards the street. He took some consolation in that it appeared that was his GPS watch in the box underneath his doggy fucked mom.
Mark stood for a second at the Reynolds' front door and wondered what the hell to do. First priority was food. Maybe Spencer was home. He knocked a couple of times and waited. He then rang the doorbell and was just about ready to walk away when the door cracked open revealing Spencer's shit eating grin.
"Mark! You're just in time! Come on in!" He pulled back from the doorway and Mark hesitantly entered to see Spencer's naked ass ascending the stairs!
"Whoa! What the fuck, Spence?!" When Spencer turned, Mark could see that you could hang laundry on his wood it was so hard. Spencer just waved him on and continued up the stairs and disappeared towards the master bedroom. Mark had a gut feeling what he was going to find upon entering Spencer's parents' bedroom, but he still wasn't prepared for the sight that hit him.
Spencer had stopped just inside the door and was looking towards the bed. Mark's eyes followed him and the first thing he saw was Bob Reynolds, Spencer's dad, kneeling at the foot of the bed, hunched over. The second thing he noticed was that Mr. Reynolds was naked and two slim legs were cradling his bent over head! Mark recoiled and made a move to bolt when Spencer grabbed his arm stopping him.
"Hey guys! Look who I just found!"
Bob Reynolds' broad shoulders turned in slow motion it seemed, until his shiny, wet face looked at Mark. His eyes bugged out of his face and a deep scarlet color blossomed immediately. Mark really got set to make a dash. Mr. Reynolds easily outweighed him by 20 lbs. and as an ex-football player, looked like he could crack walnuts with his bare hands. Breaking Mark's balls wouldn't be a sweat, but like a saving angel, a second head lifted from the bed and Bob's wife, Kay, squealed with delight at the sight of Mark.
"Oh goodie! More dicks for me!"
Mark looked at Spencer who had the same shit eating grin plastered on his face. He grinned even bigger at Mark's disbelief, and then walked towards the bed. Kay swung a leg over her husband and pushed him to the side as she scooted to the edge. Mark could see that it had been a long morning for the sexy 40 year old MILF. Kay always kept her body in top form with long hours of yoga, Pilates and fucking. Her regimen this morning was definitely the latter. Bite and scratch marks were scattered all over her body. Dried fluids of undetermined origin were caked on her chest and thighs and it looked like she was using semen as her hair gel of choice again. Her violet eyes had a semi-crazed look to them. While just a first year pre-med student, Mark recognized all the signs and symptoms and made an instant diagnosis...."Fuck lustius gigantias"!
"Sit in the corner cuckie," Kay said as she brushed past her kneeling husband and walked towards Mark. Cuckie? Mark wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't sound like an affectionate nickname. Kay's natural 32DD jugs swung sweetly on her chest as she closed the distance between them. As she got close, Mark caught a whiff of her and it was not the most pleasant smell due to the cum concoction smeared over her. Kay reached out and possessively grabbed his growing package. "And how's my favorite dick in the whole wide world today?" Mark could see Spencer start to protest, but then he shut his mouth.
"F-f-f-fine," Mark stammered. "Hey, guys,
you all are having some obvious family bonding going on here, so I'll just let
myself out." While he and Spencer had spit roasted Kay before, the sight
of big old Bob Reynolds sitting in the corner, buck naked, with a diamond
cutting erection was creeping him out. When Kay suddenly knelt and yanked
Mark's shorts down, causing his half hard cock to smack her in the forehead,
Mark could see Bob lick his lips and hesitantly start stroking his cock. Kay
saw Mark cut his eyes and she looked over as well.
"Cuckie! Cut that shit out! You know you are on clean-up duty today! Behave yourself and maybe I'll let you jack off while you lick Mark's big load off my face!" Mark then jumped back and yanked his shorts up.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm getting the fuck out of here! What the hell is wrong with you guys?" As he backed towards the door he felt Spencer's hand on his arm and then Spencer's cock poked him in the leg. He jerked away. "Spencer! Fuck! What are ya'll doing? What's wrong with your dad and what's a cuckie?!" Spencer held up his hands in a stop gesture.
"Dude, I'm sorry. You're right. This is a little bit much to process. Come on, let's eat some lunch and I'll catch you up." Mark backed towards the door and out into the hallway.
"Dad, go to work and Mom, take a shower, you kind of stink," Mark heard Spencer say. When Spencer came out he was wearing a pair of boxers.
"Come on bro." Mark followed him downstairs to the kitchen, the very sight where this whole sordid tale began just a week ago with Mark and Mrs. Reynolds. To Mark, it seemed like eons ago. So much had happened and changed since then. He sometimes wished he could turn back the clock and go back to being just a regular college kid. He missed the lost innocence and perpetually horniness, the furtive glances at attractive girls, his own family included. The fact that the meat he was carrying around turned chicks into Jell-O was heady material. Now he found himself fucking his family, neighbors, divorcees and let us not forget seeing his mom getting dog fucked by a stranger and oh, the Reynolds' porntastic parties. He sighed, sat down at the counter and put his head down on his arms.
"Dude, sorry to drop you into that with no warning," Spencer said as he fixed two sandwiches. "Suffice it to say that the family dynamic has changed somewhat in the last week..." Mark interrupted him with another loud sigh.
"I really don't care Spence. This is so fucked up! I walk in on that right after seeing my mom bent over in the living room by the delivery man." Both of their heads turned at the sound of the big brown van cranking up next door and speeding down the street. Spencer turned back and cocked an eyebrow.
"Guess he got his signature."
Mark sighed again and put his head down.
"I just want things to go back to the way they were." The statement hung there in the air, and hung and hung. Mark cranked up the pity party by sighing again. When no response came from Spencer, Mark lifted his head. Spencer was staring at him like a turd in the punchbowl, his knife poised over the jar of mayonnaise.
"Excuse me?" Spencer said.
"I'm serious man. I'm so tired of all this. I'd rather go back to jacking off in my gym socks than have all this drama." Spencer continued to stare at him.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"I am! I think I'm gonna head back to school early. Get out of here and..." This time it was Spencer that interrupted.
"What a fucking pussy!" Mark's head jerked at the rebuke. "Are you serious? How many fucking times did I have to listen to you bitch and whine about not getting any? 'Oh, Nancy Taylor's so hot! My mom and sister drive me crazy!' And now you are fucking them in every hole they have and you want to stop? Mark, you need to get a grip and accept this reality for what it is. It would be different if any of this was non-consensual, but it is so not. Pandora's Box has been opened and there's not any closing it." When Mark looked away and didn't reply, Spencer continued.
"Do you know how many guys would give their left nut to be in your shoes or in your mom's or sister's box? Me for one! So quit your crying. The next thing you'll tell me is 'I wish my dick wasn't this big! Oh, poor me!'"
That did it. Mark coughed, then began to chuckle and looked at Spencer who grinned back at him and shook his head.
"That was pretty pitiful wasn't it?" Mark asked.
"No doubt about it." He put down the knife and began to put the sandwiches together. "Look man. We have a golden opportunity here. This kind of ship doesn't pass your way again. We need to ride this fucker 'til they kick us off." Mark laughed and accepted the sandwich offered to him.
"You're right. Let's go play some X-box and then fuck your mom after she gets out of the shower."
"Now you're speaking my language!" Spencer said.
As they started up the stairs, they passed Bob knotting his tie. He averted his eyes and passed them without a word. At the top of the stairs the two friends turned in unison.
"Have a nice day cuckie." The door slammed.
Roughly an hour later, Mark's blood sugar had returned to normal and the two friends were engrossed in a tight game of Madden. Their heads jerked up when a throat cleared from the doorway. Kay stood there, hair wet, clad in a simple silk dressing gown belted at the middle.
"What are you boys up to?" she whispered huskily.
"Oh, about 18 inches between us," Spencer said as he turned off the game console and stood, removing his boxers. "It's a good thing you didn't go to the trouble of getting ready, 'cause when we get through with you, you’re just going to need another bath." Kay smiled and looked to Mark.
"Does that go for you too Mark?" Mark's answer was to stand and remove his shorts, his flaccid cock swinging low. Both boys then began to stroke their stiffening rods as Kay unbelted her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, then began to walk towards them.
"One thing though," Mark said, causing Kay to stop in her tracks. "What about Bob, he's not going to mind or try to horn in on this is he?" Spencer and Kay both chuckled.
"Don't you worry about that sweetie," Kay said, shaking out her damp, blonde hair. "Bob’s got all the cheap ass he needs at that store of his and he knows where his place is underneath this roof."
"Well in that case," Mark said as he shook his half hard monster at her. "How about a little sucking Mrs. Reynolds?"
"Cuckie! Cut that shit out! You know you are on clean-up duty today! Behave yourself and maybe I'll let you jack off while you lick Mark's big load off my face!" Mark then jumped back and yanked his shorts up.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm getting the fuck out of here! What the hell is wrong with you guys?" As he backed towards the door he felt Spencer's hand on his arm and then Spencer's cock poked him in the leg. He jerked away. "Spencer! Fuck! What are ya'll doing? What's wrong with your dad and what's a cuckie?!" Spencer held up his hands in a stop gesture.
"Dude, I'm sorry. You're right. This is a little bit much to process. Come on, let's eat some lunch and I'll catch you up." Mark backed towards the door and out into the hallway.
"Dad, go to work and Mom, take a shower, you kind of stink," Mark heard Spencer say. When Spencer came out he was wearing a pair of boxers.
"Come on bro." Mark followed him downstairs to the kitchen, the very sight where this whole sordid tale began just a week ago with Mark and Mrs. Reynolds. To Mark, it seemed like eons ago. So much had happened and changed since then. He sometimes wished he could turn back the clock and go back to being just a regular college kid. He missed the lost innocence and perpetually horniness, the furtive glances at attractive girls, his own family included. The fact that the meat he was carrying around turned chicks into Jell-O was heady material. Now he found himself fucking his family, neighbors, divorcees and let us not forget seeing his mom getting dog fucked by a stranger and oh, the Reynolds' porntastic parties. He sighed, sat down at the counter and put his head down on his arms.
"Dude, sorry to drop you into that with no warning," Spencer said as he fixed two sandwiches. "Suffice it to say that the family dynamic has changed somewhat in the last week..." Mark interrupted him with another loud sigh.
"I really don't care Spence. This is so fucked up! I walk in on that right after seeing my mom bent over in the living room by the delivery man." Both of their heads turned at the sound of the big brown van cranking up next door and speeding down the street. Spencer turned back and cocked an eyebrow.
"Guess he got his signature."
Mark sighed again and put his head down.
"I just want things to go back to the way they were." The statement hung there in the air, and hung and hung. Mark cranked up the pity party by sighing again. When no response came from Spencer, Mark lifted his head. Spencer was staring at him like a turd in the punchbowl, his knife poised over the jar of mayonnaise.
"Excuse me?" Spencer said.
"I'm serious man. I'm so tired of all this. I'd rather go back to jacking off in my gym socks than have all this drama." Spencer continued to stare at him.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"I am! I think I'm gonna head back to school early. Get out of here and..." This time it was Spencer that interrupted.
"What a fucking pussy!" Mark's head jerked at the rebuke. "Are you serious? How many fucking times did I have to listen to you bitch and whine about not getting any? 'Oh, Nancy Taylor's so hot! My mom and sister drive me crazy!' And now you are fucking them in every hole they have and you want to stop? Mark, you need to get a grip and accept this reality for what it is. It would be different if any of this was non-consensual, but it is so not. Pandora's Box has been opened and there's not any closing it." When Mark looked away and didn't reply, Spencer continued.
"Do you know how many guys would give their left nut to be in your shoes or in your mom's or sister's box? Me for one! So quit your crying. The next thing you'll tell me is 'I wish my dick wasn't this big! Oh, poor me!'"
That did it. Mark coughed, then began to chuckle and looked at Spencer who grinned back at him and shook his head.
"That was pretty pitiful wasn't it?" Mark asked.
"No doubt about it." He put down the knife and began to put the sandwiches together. "Look man. We have a golden opportunity here. This kind of ship doesn't pass your way again. We need to ride this fucker 'til they kick us off." Mark laughed and accepted the sandwich offered to him.
"You're right. Let's go play some X-box and then fuck your mom after she gets out of the shower."
"Now you're speaking my language!" Spencer said.
As they started up the stairs, they passed Bob knotting his tie. He averted his eyes and passed them without a word. At the top of the stairs the two friends turned in unison.
"Have a nice day cuckie." The door slammed.
Roughly an hour later, Mark's blood sugar had returned to normal and the two friends were engrossed in a tight game of Madden. Their heads jerked up when a throat cleared from the doorway. Kay stood there, hair wet, clad in a simple silk dressing gown belted at the middle.
"What are you boys up to?" she whispered huskily.
"Oh, about 18 inches between us," Spencer said as he turned off the game console and stood, removing his boxers. "It's a good thing you didn't go to the trouble of getting ready, 'cause when we get through with you, you’re just going to need another bath." Kay smiled and looked to Mark.
"Does that go for you too Mark?" Mark's answer was to stand and remove his shorts, his flaccid cock swinging low. Both boys then began to stroke their stiffening rods as Kay unbelted her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, then began to walk towards them.
"One thing though," Mark said, causing Kay to stop in her tracks. "What about Bob, he's not going to mind or try to horn in on this is he?" Spencer and Kay both chuckled.
"Don't you worry about that sweetie," Kay said, shaking out her damp, blonde hair. "Bob’s got all the cheap ass he needs at that store of his and he knows where his place is underneath this roof."
"Well in that case," Mark said as he shook his half hard monster at her. "How about a little sucking Mrs. Reynolds?"
"Of course baby, but you've got to quit calling me
Mrs. Reynolds. I think we are comfortably on a first name basis," she said
as she kneeled in front of him and took over his stroking of the thickening
tool.
"C'mon Mom," Spencer said. "You probably get off on that, don't you?" Kay smiled as she began to drag her tongue up and down Mark's cock.
"Oh, okay. You got me. There is something about being called Mom and Mrs. Reynolds that adds just that extra little something." Spencer laughed as his mother reached up and began to stroke him.
"Like you need something a little extra! Shit, mom! You've got two ever ready teens at your disposal. You'd think that would be enough!" By now, Kay was sliding half of Mark's rigid pipe in and out of her mouth with each bob of her head. She pulled her head back with a wet pop.
"And you both know that nothing will ever be enough for me. That's why you like me so much!" Mark was leaning down and fondling her big soft boobs with both hands.
"Among many reasons. Are you ever not horny Mrs. Reynolds?"
"Not yet baby. I think I'd have to be in a coma to not to be craving cock constantly."
"What do you think Spencer? Sounded like a challenge to me. Think we could fuck her into a coma?" Spencer laughed as his mom switched over and began to suck him.
"I think it's worth a try." He pulled out of her mouth and sat at the edge of the bed. His mother followed and bent at the waist, her softball sized tits swinging freely and her tight ass presented like a sacrifice to Mark. She started bobbing her wet mouth up and down her son's cock. Mark stepped forward and drug his fat head between her pussy lips, parting the folds and coating it with her juices. He poised the bulbous knob at the entrance and promptly sunk four inches in and began sawing back and forth, cramming more and more in with each stroke.
Kay squealed at the abrupt insertion and must have nipped Spencer as he hissed in a breath. She spread her legs further apart in an attempt to keep her balance. Spencer rested a hand on top of her head, guiding her mouth back to his cock and controlling her bobbing head. Wet smacks and sucks filled the air of the room. Mark grasped her curvy hips in his hands and controlled the tempo of the hard fuck, pushing and pulling Kay's body. They soon found a rhythm as Kay began to push back as well. Presently, Mark hit bottom, his balls swinging to and fro to slap against Kay's shaved mound.
It was always a pleasant surprise to Mark how tight Spencer's mom was, even after all the cocks she had been through. Her sugary walls gripped him snugly, imparting their heat and wetness over every inch of his cock. Bracing his legs, he let her take over the tempo and began to run his hands over her ass and back and reached down to cup her bouncing boobs in his hands. He teased the hard nipples and squeezed the globes before reaching up to grab her shoulders. He really began to hammer into her now and she raised her head out of her son's lap to look back over her shoulder at him. To Mark this was perhaps the sexiest look a woman could give him. She flipped her hair back and bit at her bottom lip. Her brows knitted together as if to ask, 'Why me?' It never failed to really get his juices going. His sister's twist on this was the look he had dubbed the 'schoolgirl'.
"That's it Mark. Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Kay growled, slapping her body back against his. Spencer was now running his hands underneath her body and Mark could tell when his friend's hand found her clit as her cunt tightened even more, then began to flutter. She was close and he fucked her as hard and fast as he ever had. Kay threw her head back, almost screaming in ecstasy. Mark kept his left hand on her shoulder, but wrapped his right in her swinging blonde hair and pulled her head back. He continued to power fuck his nympho neighbor until her body began to buck and twist in orgasm and she fell forward onto Spencer, dislodging Mark's cock. Her hand immediately flew to her pussy as she rubbed the last bits of her orgasm out.
Kay looked like she had received a jolt of high voltage electricity, her body bounced around on top of Spencer, moan after moan issuing from her throat. After a few moments, her body became still. She gasped for air, her body limply lying on top of her son.
"Come on Spence. Don't give her a chance to get her breath back," Mark laughed. Spencer grasped his mother under the arms and pulled her atop of him. He fished between them and sunk his cock to the hilt in her. He gripped her ass so hard he was leaving red marks as he began to thrust rapidly into her.
"That's it baby. Fuck momma good. Fuck her like the slut she is!" Kay gasped as she struggled to extend her arms and perched over her son. Her big 32DD boobs were bouncing around like a boxer's speed bag, their hard nipples dragging over Spencer's chest. Mark simply stood back admiring the scene before him. Kay's muscles in her legs and ass bunched and released as she matched her son's thrusts.
Short moments later, Mark could tell that Kay was getting the best of Spencer. His breath was coming in huffs, his face reddening. Mark slapped his leg.
"Tag off Spence. I'm in." He grabbed Kay's hip and spun her to the left off of her son. She landed on her back, her tits colliding against each other before coming to a rest standing up sweetly. Kay propped herself up on her elbows and regarded Mark with a cocky grin. She raised her toned tanned legs in the air which Mark grasped in both hands. He knee walked on the bed to her and aimed his cock at her gash the best he could without his hand. Taking a chance, he thrust forward, hoping his aim was true. It was. He sank himself into her depths, eliciting another squeal from Kay as she dropped her torso and head back to the bed.
Mark immediately began taking long, purposeful strokes. He propped her legs on top of his shoulders, feeing his hands to cup and mold her large, soft jugs. He would squeeze them together tightly and thumb the hard nipples, then release them to swing and sway. Kay's eyes squeezed shut tightly so she didn't see Spencer raising himself off the bed. The first hint she had that he had moved was when he swung a leg over her head and began to stroke his cock right over her mouth, his ball sack swinging against her lips. Spencer gathered up her big tits, squeezing them together. He spit a long strand of saliva in between them, and then thrust his cock in.
"That's it Mom. Lick my balls while I fuck your tits!" Mark could hear the wet slurps and smacks and knew that she was doing just that. While her attention was somewhat distracted he removed his long cock from her pussy and positioned it slightly lower. With a strong push he lodged his thick head in her tight ass. It was Spencer who yelled the loudest though.
"Fuck mom! Damn Mark, at least give me a little warning! She almost bit my balls off!"
"Sorry bro. Got to keep her guessing," Mark laughed as he steadily bored his nail into the ultra-tight ass. The going was tight, but within a minute or so, he was balls deep and was pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. Kay thought her guts were going to be pulled out each time, but she wasn't about to ask for mercy. She was continually having orgasms one after the other and didn't want this to ever stop. As a particularly big climax hit her, she slapped her hand against Spencer's leg. He didn't stop his pneumatic thrusting between her tits though, so she did it again and pushed him up and off to the side.
"Whew! You boys are good, but I need to breathe! Think you still have what it takes?"
"Baby, we haven't even started yet," Mark said. He did halt his buggering of her ass and reached out to raise her up by her arms. "Now get on top of your son and let him see how tight that sweet ass of yours is." Kay swung her leg over Spencer in a reverse cowgirl as he pointed his thick 8" up. She positioned her bung and began to sink down on to his spear to the accompaniment of both parties' moans. Mark let the two get into a groove before he got between their legs and slid his huge cock into Kay's exposed pussy. She had never felt so full, so stuffed with cock. The teens began sawing into her alternately. A sheen of sweat covered the three from their exertions and they all were huffing and puffing as they slammed into each other. Mark could tell that he was fighting a losing battle and from the look on Spencer's face, he wasn't far behind. After a dozen or so more strokes, he pulled out and stood over the mother and son fuckers. Kay looked at him and smiled sweetly.
"Crying uncle Mark?" Mark simply nodded and held his hand out to her. Kay took it and allowed herself to be pulled off of her son. Mark guided her to a kneeling position on the floor.
"Come on Spencer. I don't know about you, but I'm about fucked out. There's something to be said for experience." Kay laughed excitedly and began to eagerly tongue Mark's oozing cockhead before taking it into her mouth. As Spencer took his place on the other side of his mother, she grasped his erection in her soft hand and began to stroke him rapidly while avidly sucking on Mark. Her cheeks hollowed out and her tongue wiggled like a snake on the underside of the thick cock. Mark palmed her head and began to thrust shortly and rapidly between her full lips.
It wasn't long before Kay's attentions overwhelmed his staying power and he pulled out of her mouth with a shout. Kay dropped both hands to her chest, presenting her bountiful globes as targets. Spencer and Mark began to shoot at almost the same time, their thick ropes of cum raining down on the squealing mother, plastering her hair to her head, streaking her face and dropping down heavily on her jiggling tits. When their blasts slackened, Kay leaned forward and sucked each cock in turn, vacuuming the last globs into her mouth. She sat back on her heels, looking like the cat that had ate the canary.
"How you like me now?" she laughed. Both of the boys could only shake their heads in amazement. Kay stood and took both of their hands. "Come on you two. Let's have a shower and see where that takes us. I told Bob not to worry about coming home tonight. I'm sure Audrey will put a roof over his head."
The rest of the afternoon and evening, save for a brief break for pizza, was a constant blur of fucking. It was like Sex 101 with Kay as the instructor, tutoring Mark and her son in every skill and technique. By eight o'clock, after shooting what must have been his sixth load of the day, this one between Kay's tits, Mark dropped back onto Spencer's bed and blearily watched as his best friend did the same, tightly gripping his mother's tits while her long tongue waggled over his spitting snake. Kay Reynolds was insatiable, Mark thought as he watched her gather up the combined loads from her chest and finger spoon them into her mouth.
With a start, Mark noticed his cell phone on the bed side dresser vibrating crazily. He picked it up and squinted at the display.
'Home.'
He checked the screen and saw several other missed calls. Two others from home, one from his mother's cell, one from the Cipriano home and two unknowns that he wearily realized were probably from Naureen.
He didn't have the strength to face his mother at the moment, even over a cell phone. He let the phone clatter to the table and slid into a deep sleep.
Next door, Vivian angrily stabbed the end button on the phone. Where the hell was Mark, she thought. She had already tried Monica's house and could tell from her voice that her warnings to Mark had fallen on deaf ears. Monica was practically begging Vivian to let Mark move in and become her "handyman". Vivian had no doubts what the job description for that particular job would entail. Kim had not seen her brother either and after she and Nancy had left to go to a concert in the city, Vivian had let her desires get the better of her when the delivery man knocked on her door. It hadn't taken any time to seduce him and midway through the abbreviated act, she was already regretting her decision. It was all she could do not to cry in front of the stranger as he clumsily pumped her and then tried to get her to meet him later for "more fun".
The 38 year old mother was horny and with no one in the house to play with, she mulled her options. Spencer Reynolds would be over here in a second, but the thought of the 19 year old self-proclaimed lothario only made her sigh with boredom. Spencer was ok, but what she really wanted was Mark. All ten inches of Mark and his hard body fucking her to one orgasm after another. She was addicted to her son and the way he made her feel and she could cry in frustration thinking that she might be twisting his life and somehow pushing him away from her. Why else would he not come home? Had he found someone else? Monica maybe?
It was clear by now that those answers were probably not going to get answered tonight, so she ascended the stairs and drew herself a warm bath. Even her 'toys' in her bedside table didn't interest her. Maybe an early bed time and a good book might take her mind off Mark.
"C'mon Mom," Spencer said. "You probably get off on that, don't you?" Kay smiled as she began to drag her tongue up and down Mark's cock.
"Oh, okay. You got me. There is something about being called Mom and Mrs. Reynolds that adds just that extra little something." Spencer laughed as his mother reached up and began to stroke him.
"Like you need something a little extra! Shit, mom! You've got two ever ready teens at your disposal. You'd think that would be enough!" By now, Kay was sliding half of Mark's rigid pipe in and out of her mouth with each bob of her head. She pulled her head back with a wet pop.
"And you both know that nothing will ever be enough for me. That's why you like me so much!" Mark was leaning down and fondling her big soft boobs with both hands.
"Among many reasons. Are you ever not horny Mrs. Reynolds?"
"Not yet baby. I think I'd have to be in a coma to not to be craving cock constantly."
"What do you think Spencer? Sounded like a challenge to me. Think we could fuck her into a coma?" Spencer laughed as his mom switched over and began to suck him.
"I think it's worth a try." He pulled out of her mouth and sat at the edge of the bed. His mother followed and bent at the waist, her softball sized tits swinging freely and her tight ass presented like a sacrifice to Mark. She started bobbing her wet mouth up and down her son's cock. Mark stepped forward and drug his fat head between her pussy lips, parting the folds and coating it with her juices. He poised the bulbous knob at the entrance and promptly sunk four inches in and began sawing back and forth, cramming more and more in with each stroke.
Kay squealed at the abrupt insertion and must have nipped Spencer as he hissed in a breath. She spread her legs further apart in an attempt to keep her balance. Spencer rested a hand on top of her head, guiding her mouth back to his cock and controlling her bobbing head. Wet smacks and sucks filled the air of the room. Mark grasped her curvy hips in his hands and controlled the tempo of the hard fuck, pushing and pulling Kay's body. They soon found a rhythm as Kay began to push back as well. Presently, Mark hit bottom, his balls swinging to and fro to slap against Kay's shaved mound.
It was always a pleasant surprise to Mark how tight Spencer's mom was, even after all the cocks she had been through. Her sugary walls gripped him snugly, imparting their heat and wetness over every inch of his cock. Bracing his legs, he let her take over the tempo and began to run his hands over her ass and back and reached down to cup her bouncing boobs in his hands. He teased the hard nipples and squeezed the globes before reaching up to grab her shoulders. He really began to hammer into her now and she raised her head out of her son's lap to look back over her shoulder at him. To Mark this was perhaps the sexiest look a woman could give him. She flipped her hair back and bit at her bottom lip. Her brows knitted together as if to ask, 'Why me?' It never failed to really get his juices going. His sister's twist on this was the look he had dubbed the 'schoolgirl'.
"That's it Mark. Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Kay growled, slapping her body back against his. Spencer was now running his hands underneath her body and Mark could tell when his friend's hand found her clit as her cunt tightened even more, then began to flutter. She was close and he fucked her as hard and fast as he ever had. Kay threw her head back, almost screaming in ecstasy. Mark kept his left hand on her shoulder, but wrapped his right in her swinging blonde hair and pulled her head back. He continued to power fuck his nympho neighbor until her body began to buck and twist in orgasm and she fell forward onto Spencer, dislodging Mark's cock. Her hand immediately flew to her pussy as she rubbed the last bits of her orgasm out.
Kay looked like she had received a jolt of high voltage electricity, her body bounced around on top of Spencer, moan after moan issuing from her throat. After a few moments, her body became still. She gasped for air, her body limply lying on top of her son.
"Come on Spence. Don't give her a chance to get her breath back," Mark laughed. Spencer grasped his mother under the arms and pulled her atop of him. He fished between them and sunk his cock to the hilt in her. He gripped her ass so hard he was leaving red marks as he began to thrust rapidly into her.
"That's it baby. Fuck momma good. Fuck her like the slut she is!" Kay gasped as she struggled to extend her arms and perched over her son. Her big 32DD boobs were bouncing around like a boxer's speed bag, their hard nipples dragging over Spencer's chest. Mark simply stood back admiring the scene before him. Kay's muscles in her legs and ass bunched and released as she matched her son's thrusts.
Short moments later, Mark could tell that Kay was getting the best of Spencer. His breath was coming in huffs, his face reddening. Mark slapped his leg.
"Tag off Spence. I'm in." He grabbed Kay's hip and spun her to the left off of her son. She landed on her back, her tits colliding against each other before coming to a rest standing up sweetly. Kay propped herself up on her elbows and regarded Mark with a cocky grin. She raised her toned tanned legs in the air which Mark grasped in both hands. He knee walked on the bed to her and aimed his cock at her gash the best he could without his hand. Taking a chance, he thrust forward, hoping his aim was true. It was. He sank himself into her depths, eliciting another squeal from Kay as she dropped her torso and head back to the bed.
Mark immediately began taking long, purposeful strokes. He propped her legs on top of his shoulders, feeing his hands to cup and mold her large, soft jugs. He would squeeze them together tightly and thumb the hard nipples, then release them to swing and sway. Kay's eyes squeezed shut tightly so she didn't see Spencer raising himself off the bed. The first hint she had that he had moved was when he swung a leg over her head and began to stroke his cock right over her mouth, his ball sack swinging against her lips. Spencer gathered up her big tits, squeezing them together. He spit a long strand of saliva in between them, and then thrust his cock in.
"That's it Mom. Lick my balls while I fuck your tits!" Mark could hear the wet slurps and smacks and knew that she was doing just that. While her attention was somewhat distracted he removed his long cock from her pussy and positioned it slightly lower. With a strong push he lodged his thick head in her tight ass. It was Spencer who yelled the loudest though.
"Fuck mom! Damn Mark, at least give me a little warning! She almost bit my balls off!"
"Sorry bro. Got to keep her guessing," Mark laughed as he steadily bored his nail into the ultra-tight ass. The going was tight, but within a minute or so, he was balls deep and was pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. Kay thought her guts were going to be pulled out each time, but she wasn't about to ask for mercy. She was continually having orgasms one after the other and didn't want this to ever stop. As a particularly big climax hit her, she slapped her hand against Spencer's leg. He didn't stop his pneumatic thrusting between her tits though, so she did it again and pushed him up and off to the side.
"Whew! You boys are good, but I need to breathe! Think you still have what it takes?"
"Baby, we haven't even started yet," Mark said. He did halt his buggering of her ass and reached out to raise her up by her arms. "Now get on top of your son and let him see how tight that sweet ass of yours is." Kay swung her leg over Spencer in a reverse cowgirl as he pointed his thick 8" up. She positioned her bung and began to sink down on to his spear to the accompaniment of both parties' moans. Mark let the two get into a groove before he got between their legs and slid his huge cock into Kay's exposed pussy. She had never felt so full, so stuffed with cock. The teens began sawing into her alternately. A sheen of sweat covered the three from their exertions and they all were huffing and puffing as they slammed into each other. Mark could tell that he was fighting a losing battle and from the look on Spencer's face, he wasn't far behind. After a dozen or so more strokes, he pulled out and stood over the mother and son fuckers. Kay looked at him and smiled sweetly.
"Crying uncle Mark?" Mark simply nodded and held his hand out to her. Kay took it and allowed herself to be pulled off of her son. Mark guided her to a kneeling position on the floor.
"Come on Spencer. I don't know about you, but I'm about fucked out. There's something to be said for experience." Kay laughed excitedly and began to eagerly tongue Mark's oozing cockhead before taking it into her mouth. As Spencer took his place on the other side of his mother, she grasped his erection in her soft hand and began to stroke him rapidly while avidly sucking on Mark. Her cheeks hollowed out and her tongue wiggled like a snake on the underside of the thick cock. Mark palmed her head and began to thrust shortly and rapidly between her full lips.
It wasn't long before Kay's attentions overwhelmed his staying power and he pulled out of her mouth with a shout. Kay dropped both hands to her chest, presenting her bountiful globes as targets. Spencer and Mark began to shoot at almost the same time, their thick ropes of cum raining down on the squealing mother, plastering her hair to her head, streaking her face and dropping down heavily on her jiggling tits. When their blasts slackened, Kay leaned forward and sucked each cock in turn, vacuuming the last globs into her mouth. She sat back on her heels, looking like the cat that had ate the canary.
"How you like me now?" she laughed. Both of the boys could only shake their heads in amazement. Kay stood and took both of their hands. "Come on you two. Let's have a shower and see where that takes us. I told Bob not to worry about coming home tonight. I'm sure Audrey will put a roof over his head."
The rest of the afternoon and evening, save for a brief break for pizza, was a constant blur of fucking. It was like Sex 101 with Kay as the instructor, tutoring Mark and her son in every skill and technique. By eight o'clock, after shooting what must have been his sixth load of the day, this one between Kay's tits, Mark dropped back onto Spencer's bed and blearily watched as his best friend did the same, tightly gripping his mother's tits while her long tongue waggled over his spitting snake. Kay Reynolds was insatiable, Mark thought as he watched her gather up the combined loads from her chest and finger spoon them into her mouth.
With a start, Mark noticed his cell phone on the bed side dresser vibrating crazily. He picked it up and squinted at the display.
'Home.'
He checked the screen and saw several other missed calls. Two others from home, one from his mother's cell, one from the Cipriano home and two unknowns that he wearily realized were probably from Naureen.
He didn't have the strength to face his mother at the moment, even over a cell phone. He let the phone clatter to the table and slid into a deep sleep.
Next door, Vivian angrily stabbed the end button on the phone. Where the hell was Mark, she thought. She had already tried Monica's house and could tell from her voice that her warnings to Mark had fallen on deaf ears. Monica was practically begging Vivian to let Mark move in and become her "handyman". Vivian had no doubts what the job description for that particular job would entail. Kim had not seen her brother either and after she and Nancy had left to go to a concert in the city, Vivian had let her desires get the better of her when the delivery man knocked on her door. It hadn't taken any time to seduce him and midway through the abbreviated act, she was already regretting her decision. It was all she could do not to cry in front of the stranger as he clumsily pumped her and then tried to get her to meet him later for "more fun".
The 38 year old mother was horny and with no one in the house to play with, she mulled her options. Spencer Reynolds would be over here in a second, but the thought of the 19 year old self-proclaimed lothario only made her sigh with boredom. Spencer was ok, but what she really wanted was Mark. All ten inches of Mark and his hard body fucking her to one orgasm after another. She was addicted to her son and the way he made her feel and she could cry in frustration thinking that she might be twisting his life and somehow pushing him away from her. Why else would he not come home? Had he found someone else? Monica maybe?
It was clear by now that those answers were probably not going to get answered tonight, so she ascended the stairs and drew herself a warm bath. Even her 'toys' in her bedside table didn't interest her. Maybe an early bed time and a good book might take her mind off Mark.
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It had been a great show Kim and Nancy agreed, talking animatedly about the show they had seen. They were driving the hour home in Nancy's car and given the late time and the fact that they had had a couple of drinks at the club, Nancy was being ultra-careful to mind the speed limit and maintain a straight path down the road. The appearance of the blue lights in their rear view mirror caused both teens to gasp in shock.
It had been a great show Kim and Nancy agreed, talking animatedly about the show they had seen. They were driving the hour home in Nancy's car and given the late time and the fact that they had had a couple of drinks at the club, Nancy was being ultra-careful to mind the speed limit and maintain a straight path down the road. The appearance of the blue lights in their rear view mirror caused both teens to gasp in shock.
"Were you speeding?" Kim worriedly asked as she
self-checked her breath for alcohol.
"No! I was five miles under the limit!" Nancy said shakily as she pulled to the side of the road and glanced back at the patrol car. "Shit Kim! We could get in so much trouble if we get busted for drinking! You could lose your scholarship and my parents will kill me!"
As the lone figure got out of the patrol car, Kim cast a worried look backwards at the harsh spotlights bathing the car.
"Okay, look. Just put on your sweetest expression and hope that these might get us out of this."
"What..." Nancy's statement was cut short as Kim swiftly leaned over and popped the three top buttons off her friends blouse exposing the deep cleavage between the big 34Ds. She repeated the same process to her own shirt, giving her bigger 36Ds a little breathing room and then leaned over the console and looked up at the open window expectantly.
The first thing the two nubile teens saw was the big six cell flashlight in the window sweep back and forth over the interior of the car before coming to rest on their faces. Both thought that it might have swept lower to their partially exposed chests for a second before coming back up.
"License and registration, ladies," the deep voice said. Both teens rummaged in their respective purses and came up with their licenses and Nancy pulled her registration from the overhead visor. "My name is Officer Johnson. Do you know why I stopped you?"
"No sir. Was I speeding?" Nancy sweetly asked as she handed over the items. She was shocked at the size of the big, black hand that appeared in the beam of the flashlight to take them. The policeman said nothing and as he looked at their licenses with the spot, they now could see more of him. He was enormous, standing at least 6'4 or 5, broad shouldered and narrow hipped. He looked to be in his mid-thirties or so. The beam came back to bear on the two teens as they leaned over smiling and tried to expose as much of their tits as possible without appearing obvious. It wasn't the first time the two had used their bodies to get their way. They just hoped a little titty flash might get them out of this jam.
"You weren't speeding, but I have been following you for a couple of miles and observed you swerve repeatedly. Have you two been drinking?" Both girls shook their heads emphatically and answered in unison.
"No sir officer. We're not old enough." That elicited a deep chuckle from the cop.
"When has that stopped anybody?" Kim and Nancy started breathing a little easier. If this cop had a sense of humor, maybe they could talk their way out of the situation. Their hopes were dashed though when he spoke again. "Step out of the car Miss Taylor. I need you to take a field sobriety test. Miss Jordan, if you will come as well." The girls worriedly looked at each other, their eyes bugging out as they turned and exited their doors.
They both walked to the rear of the car, the heavy footsteps of the police officer trailing behind.
"Miss Jordan, if you will stand at the rear of the car, and keep your hands where I can see them at all times please." This was getting serious in a hurry. "Now Miss Taylor, with your feet together and your arms extended to your side..." He took Nancy through several sobriety tests and later, as he made notes in his notebook, Nancy looked at Kim and smiled. She'd made it through apparently. Hopefully they would be on their way soon.
"Miss Taylor," Johnson said in his deep baritone. "I'm afraid that your performance during these tests is indicative of a heightened level of alcohol in your system. I'm going to ask you to come back to the car and perform a breathalyzer test." The girls both gasped! They had been sure that Nancy had aced the exam!
"Miss Taylor?" he repeated when she didn't move.
"D-d-do I have to?" she asked.
Officer Johnson crossed his muscled arms across his barrel chest.
"No. You are not required to take a breathalyzer. However, if you refuse, I will have no choice but to place you under arrest and take you to central booking where a blood test will be administered."
Nancy looked around helplessly at Kim and mouthed "What do I do?" Kim shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. When Officer Johnson placed his large hand on her upper arm, Nancy almost jumped out of her skin.
"Miss Taylor? What's it going to be?" Nancy's long, shiny black hair swung around as she faced him. Her blue eyes looked pleadingly up at him, but there was no quarter to be found in the cop's hard eyes. She nodded and allowed herself to be lead to the passenger side of the patrol car.
We are so fucked now, Kim thought to herself as she watched Nancy sit in the seat while Officer Johnson removed something from the glove box. After fiddling with it a second, Kim was surprised when the flashing strobes on the roof light bar stopped and the interior light of the car also extinguished. The bright floods directed at Nancy's car stayed on, however, blinding Kim. She held up her hand to shade her eyes, but could only see the tall figure of Officer Johnson standing in the door of the car. She couldn't see Nancy and after a couple of minutes, she began to get worried. The only sound was the low grumble of the officer's car. No other cars were in sight on the long straight road and Kim couldn't remember having seen one since stopping. She flinched when the deep baritone boomed out of the darkness.
"Miss Jordan! A moment please." Kim shuffled like a death row prisoner towards the open door. As she got closer, she could see Johnson had his right arm resting on the top of the open door and was facing Nancy, who she still couldn't see clearly. "Over here Miss Jordan," the cop said indicating his left side. When Kim stopped beside the hulking black cop and raised her eyes from studying her open toed sandals, she gasped in shock and swallowed her gum with a gulp.
Protruding from Nancy's stretched open mouth was the biggest cock Kim had ever seen! It looked like a baseball bat had been crammed in her maw. Nancy's eyes were open wide and Kim could see a trail of tears leading out. Just as Kim opened her mouth to scream, the big black mitt cradling the top of Nancy's head rose and rested on Kim's shoulder.
"Before you start screaming your head off, know that this was her idea," Johnson drawled. With a loud pop, Nancy pulled her mouth off of the jaw breaker.
"It's true Kim. And boy did we hit the jackpot! Look at this fucker! It's a foot long!" She then began to drag her pink tongue up and down the length of the black pipe. Kim was still horrified.
"Then why are you crying?!"
Officer Johnson chuckled.
"You white girls are all alike. You try cramming my pork in your mouth and see if your eyes don't water!" Nancy was back to cramming the long tube in her mouth. It looked like her jaw was going to dislocate from the effort. Kim felt, then noticed one of Johnson's big fingers tease inside of her open blouse to brush across the top of her breast. She sucked in a big lungful of air as her nipples became bullets. "Your friend thought you might want in on this. Or are those big tits of yours just for show?"
The more Kim watched Nancy suck and lick the big black snake, the wetter her crotch got. She suddenly ripped the rest of the buttons from her top, whipped it off and fell to her knees.
"Let me suck it," she whispered huskily.
"Excuse me?" he said. Kim raised her big blue eyes to the tall figure towering over her.
"Let me suck it....please."
"That's better."
Johnson tenderly pulled from Nancy's mouth and turned to Kim. The head of his cock was enormous, at least three inches wide. It tapered down to the shaft which seemed to stretch on forever to where it protruded from the trooper's fly. Kim shook her blonde hair out of her face, reached back and unfastened her bra. Her huge tits fell free. Johnson was able to reach down almost without bending and filled his hands with the soft melons. Kim moaned as he teased the rigid nipples. Taking a deep breath she stacked both hands along the shaft, leaving a good four inches free. Nancy's sucking had only wet the top third, so Kim spat on the head and slicked up the long tube.
"That's a good cocksucker," he said as he placed both huge hands on her head and guided her forward. "Now get to sucking." Kim closed her full lips over the head and teased the big open slit, drops of precum bathing her tongue. She swirled her tongue over as much of the head as she could then began to bob her head. Johnson moaned deeply. Kim had her eyes shut in ecstasy so she did not notice that Nancy was removing her clothes as quick as she could, her eyes glued to the sexy sight of her best friend sucking the big cock. Once she was nude, Nancy began to rub and finger her dripping pussy. Johnson leaned over and removed her hand and replaced her finger with one of his big digits.
"Play with those big titties girl and let Shawn take care of this hole." He began to saw the thick finger in and out as Nancy cupped her big boobs and lifting them, began to lick her own nipples. "Damn baby! That shit is tight! You sure you want to take on my big snake?" It was Kim who answered.
"She'll love it! You should see how big my brother..." Shawn's head jerked around.
"Man, you are some kinky bitches!" Kim and Nancy both sighed, relieved. "Don't worry, I've got a couple of big titted sisters and aunts I could introduce you too. They would love a taste of these tight white pussies."
"Why don't you lean down here and taste this one," Nancy suggested, fervently rubbing her mound.
"Naw girl. You should know that black men don't eat quiche! Besides, you don't need any more priming. Get on those knees and brace yourself." Nancy spun around and poked her ass out the door; her knees perched on the seat. She placed one hand on the wheel and the other gripped the thick sawed off shotgun barrel mounted by the console. She ran her hand up and down the tube.
"Wow! Two black shafts in one night!" she said. Shawn laughed as he cupped her ass cheeks while continuing to encourage Kim's bobbing head.
"Well they are both loaded with buck shot. You ready?" Nancy nodded. She wondered how she had gotten so lucky. First, having Mark's big cock at her disposal and now this monstrosity. It was a size queen's dream come true!
Shawn extracted his cock from between Kim's drooling lips.
"Put it in," he ordered. Kim used her left hand to part Nancy's pink lips and lined up the big African spear with the other. Shawn bucked his hips slightly, causing the bulbous head to sink into Nancy's ready cunt. She moaned and tossed her head back.
"Go ahead Shawn, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
"Alright, you asked for it." He began to steadily bore the big shaft into her squealing frame and after a dozen or so strokes his big nut sack was slapping her mound. Nancy was in heaven! She had never felt so full or complete! His big hands encircled her trim waist, pushing and pulling her off of the huge dick.
Kim, for her part, was entranced, wondering where all of that big cock was going as it pumped in and out. She couldn't wait for her turn. As if reading her mind, Shawn checked his watch.
"Alright you two. I am officially off-duty now. Do you want to spend this time hunched over in my car or back at my place?" The girls again answered in unison.
"Your place!"
Shawn's big laugh boomed.
"Ok, but I gotta get my shit off. There's no way I can get it back in my pants as is." He began to thrust into Nancy's jerking body faster and faster, the wet squish of their union filling the car's interior. Kim reached around behind and cupped the big swinging balls in her hand, tugging and squeezing softly.
"That's it baby! Oh, fuck!" With a roar he jerked his cock out of Nancy's tight snatch and began to stroke himself furiously. Kim immediately took over and felt the long tube buck and swell, the first cum shot arcing high and long over Nancy's lurching frame. It splashed against her shoulder blades and the second shot just as far. With a moan, Kim popped the head in her mouth, swallowing the next copious shot. The next two however, overwhelmed her and leaked out around her lips as she furiously tongued him to completion. She pulled off gasping. Nancy spun around and swooped in, vacuuming out the dregs of the big black man's passion. Once that task was accomplished, she turned her attention to the dazed Kim and began to lick the remnants from around her lips which dissolved into a deep, passionate kiss between the two lovers.
Shawn clapped and rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Now were talking!" He shook his dangling boa and tucked it back into his uniform pants as the two teens pulled apart and looked up at him. "Ya'll follow me and I'll take you to paradise." Kim and Nancy couldn't get to their car fast enough and as they pulled out behind the cruiser dissolved into giggles as they looked at each other.
The next morning Mark blearily cracked his eyes and sat up examining his surroundings. Kay Reynolds head rested in his crotch, his flaccid cock still encased in her open mouth. It looked like she had passed out while trying vainly to suck him hard one last time. Spencer was still sleeping beside his mother, the caked remains of his last output crusting her ass. With a sigh and smile, Mark slowly extracted himself from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. As he pissed with only one stray stream from his semi-clogged tube, he tried to piece together the last twelve hours.
The last thing he could remember was kneeling in front of Kay and fucking her big, soft tits. Mark couldn't remember if he had cum or not. If he had, he doubted that it was anything more than air. Kay Reynolds had definitely asserted her position as the ultimate nymphomaniac, screwing two 19 year old guys into exhaustion.
After taking a long, hot shower, Mark saw that the mother and son were still sleeping, so he borrowed a shirt and shorts from Spencer's drawer and left the room quietly. He cut a glance towards Kay and Bob's bedroom and wondered what kind of fall out he could expect from the next time he saw the big man. Stealthily, he tiptoed down the stairs and stopped to dress himself at the foot. As he walked past the kitchen, he realized his efforts at being quiet were all for naught. Big Bob Reynolds stood in the doorway, sipping a large mug of coffee.
He eyed Mark quietly over the rim of the cup as Mark nervously shifted from side to side and tried not to meet the former football player's eyes. As the silence stretched out, Mark got more and more nervous. Bob, for his part, said nothing. He just stood there and sipped his coffee. It was Mark who broke the silence.
"M-m-morning Mr. Reynolds." Bob took another sip and then spoke.
"How was my wife last night Mark? Did she fuck you good?" Mark stood mutely and studied his feet. "Are there any holes she has you didn't fuck? I bet she is a sight right now after getting slammed by my own son and his best friend. Who surrendered first? I bet it wasn't that filthy slut. Did she fuck you out? Huh? Answer me boy!" When Bob's voice boomed, Mark raised his head timidly to meet his eyes, but wait a minute...was that...? Yep, poor cuckolded Bob Reynolds had a slacks stretching boner poking against his fly! Mark smirked and then looked him square in the eyes.
"Yeah, she fucked us good Bob. I can call you Bob, right? I feel like we're on a first name basis now." He extended his hand towards the startled husband. "I just want to say you're welcome." It took Bob a moment before he raised his big hand and limply shook Mark's.
"I'm welcome for what?" the dumbfounded man said.
"Why you're welcome for giving your wife and you indirectly the best night of your lives." When Bob didn't reply, Mark continued. "Come on Bobby! It's obvious that you get off on everything Spence and I do to your sweet little wife!" He clapped his hand on Bob's big shoulder like a best buddy and looked him in the eyes, trying not to bust out laughing. "Anytime Bob-O, anytime." With that he turned and left.
"No! I was five miles under the limit!" Nancy said shakily as she pulled to the side of the road and glanced back at the patrol car. "Shit Kim! We could get in so much trouble if we get busted for drinking! You could lose your scholarship and my parents will kill me!"
As the lone figure got out of the patrol car, Kim cast a worried look backwards at the harsh spotlights bathing the car.
"Okay, look. Just put on your sweetest expression and hope that these might get us out of this."
"What..." Nancy's statement was cut short as Kim swiftly leaned over and popped the three top buttons off her friends blouse exposing the deep cleavage between the big 34Ds. She repeated the same process to her own shirt, giving her bigger 36Ds a little breathing room and then leaned over the console and looked up at the open window expectantly.
The first thing the two nubile teens saw was the big six cell flashlight in the window sweep back and forth over the interior of the car before coming to rest on their faces. Both thought that it might have swept lower to their partially exposed chests for a second before coming back up.
"License and registration, ladies," the deep voice said. Both teens rummaged in their respective purses and came up with their licenses and Nancy pulled her registration from the overhead visor. "My name is Officer Johnson. Do you know why I stopped you?"
"No sir. Was I speeding?" Nancy sweetly asked as she handed over the items. She was shocked at the size of the big, black hand that appeared in the beam of the flashlight to take them. The policeman said nothing and as he looked at their licenses with the spot, they now could see more of him. He was enormous, standing at least 6'4 or 5, broad shouldered and narrow hipped. He looked to be in his mid-thirties or so. The beam came back to bear on the two teens as they leaned over smiling and tried to expose as much of their tits as possible without appearing obvious. It wasn't the first time the two had used their bodies to get their way. They just hoped a little titty flash might get them out of this jam.
"You weren't speeding, but I have been following you for a couple of miles and observed you swerve repeatedly. Have you two been drinking?" Both girls shook their heads emphatically and answered in unison.
"No sir officer. We're not old enough." That elicited a deep chuckle from the cop.
"When has that stopped anybody?" Kim and Nancy started breathing a little easier. If this cop had a sense of humor, maybe they could talk their way out of the situation. Their hopes were dashed though when he spoke again. "Step out of the car Miss Taylor. I need you to take a field sobriety test. Miss Jordan, if you will come as well." The girls worriedly looked at each other, their eyes bugging out as they turned and exited their doors.
They both walked to the rear of the car, the heavy footsteps of the police officer trailing behind.
"Miss Jordan, if you will stand at the rear of the car, and keep your hands where I can see them at all times please." This was getting serious in a hurry. "Now Miss Taylor, with your feet together and your arms extended to your side..." He took Nancy through several sobriety tests and later, as he made notes in his notebook, Nancy looked at Kim and smiled. She'd made it through apparently. Hopefully they would be on their way soon.
"Miss Taylor," Johnson said in his deep baritone. "I'm afraid that your performance during these tests is indicative of a heightened level of alcohol in your system. I'm going to ask you to come back to the car and perform a breathalyzer test." The girls both gasped! They had been sure that Nancy had aced the exam!
"Miss Taylor?" he repeated when she didn't move.
"D-d-do I have to?" she asked.
Officer Johnson crossed his muscled arms across his barrel chest.
"No. You are not required to take a breathalyzer. However, if you refuse, I will have no choice but to place you under arrest and take you to central booking where a blood test will be administered."
Nancy looked around helplessly at Kim and mouthed "What do I do?" Kim shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. When Officer Johnson placed his large hand on her upper arm, Nancy almost jumped out of her skin.
"Miss Taylor? What's it going to be?" Nancy's long, shiny black hair swung around as she faced him. Her blue eyes looked pleadingly up at him, but there was no quarter to be found in the cop's hard eyes. She nodded and allowed herself to be lead to the passenger side of the patrol car.
We are so fucked now, Kim thought to herself as she watched Nancy sit in the seat while Officer Johnson removed something from the glove box. After fiddling with it a second, Kim was surprised when the flashing strobes on the roof light bar stopped and the interior light of the car also extinguished. The bright floods directed at Nancy's car stayed on, however, blinding Kim. She held up her hand to shade her eyes, but could only see the tall figure of Officer Johnson standing in the door of the car. She couldn't see Nancy and after a couple of minutes, she began to get worried. The only sound was the low grumble of the officer's car. No other cars were in sight on the long straight road and Kim couldn't remember having seen one since stopping. She flinched when the deep baritone boomed out of the darkness.
"Miss Jordan! A moment please." Kim shuffled like a death row prisoner towards the open door. As she got closer, she could see Johnson had his right arm resting on the top of the open door and was facing Nancy, who she still couldn't see clearly. "Over here Miss Jordan," the cop said indicating his left side. When Kim stopped beside the hulking black cop and raised her eyes from studying her open toed sandals, she gasped in shock and swallowed her gum with a gulp.
Protruding from Nancy's stretched open mouth was the biggest cock Kim had ever seen! It looked like a baseball bat had been crammed in her maw. Nancy's eyes were open wide and Kim could see a trail of tears leading out. Just as Kim opened her mouth to scream, the big black mitt cradling the top of Nancy's head rose and rested on Kim's shoulder.
"Before you start screaming your head off, know that this was her idea," Johnson drawled. With a loud pop, Nancy pulled her mouth off of the jaw breaker.
"It's true Kim. And boy did we hit the jackpot! Look at this fucker! It's a foot long!" She then began to drag her pink tongue up and down the length of the black pipe. Kim was still horrified.
"Then why are you crying?!"
Officer Johnson chuckled.
"You white girls are all alike. You try cramming my pork in your mouth and see if your eyes don't water!" Nancy was back to cramming the long tube in her mouth. It looked like her jaw was going to dislocate from the effort. Kim felt, then noticed one of Johnson's big fingers tease inside of her open blouse to brush across the top of her breast. She sucked in a big lungful of air as her nipples became bullets. "Your friend thought you might want in on this. Or are those big tits of yours just for show?"
The more Kim watched Nancy suck and lick the big black snake, the wetter her crotch got. She suddenly ripped the rest of the buttons from her top, whipped it off and fell to her knees.
"Let me suck it," she whispered huskily.
"Excuse me?" he said. Kim raised her big blue eyes to the tall figure towering over her.
"Let me suck it....please."
"That's better."
Johnson tenderly pulled from Nancy's mouth and turned to Kim. The head of his cock was enormous, at least three inches wide. It tapered down to the shaft which seemed to stretch on forever to where it protruded from the trooper's fly. Kim shook her blonde hair out of her face, reached back and unfastened her bra. Her huge tits fell free. Johnson was able to reach down almost without bending and filled his hands with the soft melons. Kim moaned as he teased the rigid nipples. Taking a deep breath she stacked both hands along the shaft, leaving a good four inches free. Nancy's sucking had only wet the top third, so Kim spat on the head and slicked up the long tube.
"That's a good cocksucker," he said as he placed both huge hands on her head and guided her forward. "Now get to sucking." Kim closed her full lips over the head and teased the big open slit, drops of precum bathing her tongue. She swirled her tongue over as much of the head as she could then began to bob her head. Johnson moaned deeply. Kim had her eyes shut in ecstasy so she did not notice that Nancy was removing her clothes as quick as she could, her eyes glued to the sexy sight of her best friend sucking the big cock. Once she was nude, Nancy began to rub and finger her dripping pussy. Johnson leaned over and removed her hand and replaced her finger with one of his big digits.
"Play with those big titties girl and let Shawn take care of this hole." He began to saw the thick finger in and out as Nancy cupped her big boobs and lifting them, began to lick her own nipples. "Damn baby! That shit is tight! You sure you want to take on my big snake?" It was Kim who answered.
"She'll love it! You should see how big my brother..." Shawn's head jerked around.
"Man, you are some kinky bitches!" Kim and Nancy both sighed, relieved. "Don't worry, I've got a couple of big titted sisters and aunts I could introduce you too. They would love a taste of these tight white pussies."
"Why don't you lean down here and taste this one," Nancy suggested, fervently rubbing her mound.
"Naw girl. You should know that black men don't eat quiche! Besides, you don't need any more priming. Get on those knees and brace yourself." Nancy spun around and poked her ass out the door; her knees perched on the seat. She placed one hand on the wheel and the other gripped the thick sawed off shotgun barrel mounted by the console. She ran her hand up and down the tube.
"Wow! Two black shafts in one night!" she said. Shawn laughed as he cupped her ass cheeks while continuing to encourage Kim's bobbing head.
"Well they are both loaded with buck shot. You ready?" Nancy nodded. She wondered how she had gotten so lucky. First, having Mark's big cock at her disposal and now this monstrosity. It was a size queen's dream come true!
Shawn extracted his cock from between Kim's drooling lips.
"Put it in," he ordered. Kim used her left hand to part Nancy's pink lips and lined up the big African spear with the other. Shawn bucked his hips slightly, causing the bulbous head to sink into Nancy's ready cunt. She moaned and tossed her head back.
"Go ahead Shawn, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
"Alright, you asked for it." He began to steadily bore the big shaft into her squealing frame and after a dozen or so strokes his big nut sack was slapping her mound. Nancy was in heaven! She had never felt so full or complete! His big hands encircled her trim waist, pushing and pulling her off of the huge dick.
Kim, for her part, was entranced, wondering where all of that big cock was going as it pumped in and out. She couldn't wait for her turn. As if reading her mind, Shawn checked his watch.
"Alright you two. I am officially off-duty now. Do you want to spend this time hunched over in my car or back at my place?" The girls again answered in unison.
"Your place!"
Shawn's big laugh boomed.
"Ok, but I gotta get my shit off. There's no way I can get it back in my pants as is." He began to thrust into Nancy's jerking body faster and faster, the wet squish of their union filling the car's interior. Kim reached around behind and cupped the big swinging balls in her hand, tugging and squeezing softly.
"That's it baby! Oh, fuck!" With a roar he jerked his cock out of Nancy's tight snatch and began to stroke himself furiously. Kim immediately took over and felt the long tube buck and swell, the first cum shot arcing high and long over Nancy's lurching frame. It splashed against her shoulder blades and the second shot just as far. With a moan, Kim popped the head in her mouth, swallowing the next copious shot. The next two however, overwhelmed her and leaked out around her lips as she furiously tongued him to completion. She pulled off gasping. Nancy spun around and swooped in, vacuuming out the dregs of the big black man's passion. Once that task was accomplished, she turned her attention to the dazed Kim and began to lick the remnants from around her lips which dissolved into a deep, passionate kiss between the two lovers.
Shawn clapped and rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Now were talking!" He shook his dangling boa and tucked it back into his uniform pants as the two teens pulled apart and looked up at him. "Ya'll follow me and I'll take you to paradise." Kim and Nancy couldn't get to their car fast enough and as they pulled out behind the cruiser dissolved into giggles as they looked at each other.
The next morning Mark blearily cracked his eyes and sat up examining his surroundings. Kay Reynolds head rested in his crotch, his flaccid cock still encased in her open mouth. It looked like she had passed out while trying vainly to suck him hard one last time. Spencer was still sleeping beside his mother, the caked remains of his last output crusting her ass. With a sigh and smile, Mark slowly extracted himself from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. As he pissed with only one stray stream from his semi-clogged tube, he tried to piece together the last twelve hours.
The last thing he could remember was kneeling in front of Kay and fucking her big, soft tits. Mark couldn't remember if he had cum or not. If he had, he doubted that it was anything more than air. Kay Reynolds had definitely asserted her position as the ultimate nymphomaniac, screwing two 19 year old guys into exhaustion.
After taking a long, hot shower, Mark saw that the mother and son were still sleeping, so he borrowed a shirt and shorts from Spencer's drawer and left the room quietly. He cut a glance towards Kay and Bob's bedroom and wondered what kind of fall out he could expect from the next time he saw the big man. Stealthily, he tiptoed down the stairs and stopped to dress himself at the foot. As he walked past the kitchen, he realized his efforts at being quiet were all for naught. Big Bob Reynolds stood in the doorway, sipping a large mug of coffee.
He eyed Mark quietly over the rim of the cup as Mark nervously shifted from side to side and tried not to meet the former football player's eyes. As the silence stretched out, Mark got more and more nervous. Bob, for his part, said nothing. He just stood there and sipped his coffee. It was Mark who broke the silence.
"M-m-morning Mr. Reynolds." Bob took another sip and then spoke.
"How was my wife last night Mark? Did she fuck you good?" Mark stood mutely and studied his feet. "Are there any holes she has you didn't fuck? I bet she is a sight right now after getting slammed by my own son and his best friend. Who surrendered first? I bet it wasn't that filthy slut. Did she fuck you out? Huh? Answer me boy!" When Bob's voice boomed, Mark raised his head timidly to meet his eyes, but wait a minute...was that...? Yep, poor cuckolded Bob Reynolds had a slacks stretching boner poking against his fly! Mark smirked and then looked him square in the eyes.
"Yeah, she fucked us good Bob. I can call you Bob, right? I feel like we're on a first name basis now." He extended his hand towards the startled husband. "I just want to say you're welcome." It took Bob a moment before he raised his big hand and limply shook Mark's.
"I'm welcome for what?" the dumbfounded man said.
"Why you're welcome for giving your wife and you indirectly the best night of your lives." When Bob didn't reply, Mark continued. "Come on Bobby! It's obvious that you get off on everything Spence and I do to your sweet little wife!" He clapped his hand on Bob's big shoulder like a best buddy and looked him in the eyes, trying not to bust out laughing. "Anytime Bob-O, anytime." With that he turned and left.
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A stray spear of sunlight found its way to Vivian Jordan's face and woke her from her restful slumber. She stretched her arms over her head and rolled over away from the window. She really needed that. She felt much better prepared to face the day after a good night's sleep she thought as she laid there, her eyes still closed. As she mulled her unresolved feelings, she suddenly had the intuition that she was not alone! With a startled squeak, she sat up, the thin covers sliding off her nude body, to see Mark standing beside the bed.
Seeing her reaction, Mark held his palms outwards.
"Whoa Mom! I'm sorry to scare you! I was just checking on you," he stammered as his mom gathered up the sheets around her and eyed him, her green eyes flashing. Mark started backing towards the open doorway.
"Checking on me?" Vivian said, stopping his exit. "I'm where I'm supposed to be! Where have you been? Last thing I heard from you was you were on your way home!" Vivian was pissed Mark could tell. As he started to apologize, his mind seized on the image of his mom fucking the delivery driver and despite his own exploits, he became suddenly angry with jealousy.
"I was on my way home Mom! You just missed my arrival because you were on your hands and knees facing in the wrong direction when I did!" Vivian's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"You saw that?" she whispered. She knew she was making a mistake when she bent over for the pudgy man, but didn't think that Mark would find out like he did. Mark stoically nodded his head, answering her question.
"What were you thinking Mom? I did come home. I came home to find that! Is that what you are now? Some cheap slut who gives it away to delivery guys? Should I call the cable repairman?"
Now wait a minute, Vivian thought as she absorbed the cheap shot. Gathering her feelings she sat up and the covers again fell, revealing her full titted, curvy body to her teenage son.
"I asked you where you've been Mark." When he didn't answer, she spoke more sharply, "Where have you been for the past 24 hours?!" Realizing the tables had turned, Mark dropped his gaze past his mom's round 38DDs and over her full hips to stare at her exposed, neatly trimmed bush. Despite the upbraiding he was receiving, he could feel his dormant tool awaken and twitch at the pleasures in front of him. Realizing that she was waiting for an answer, he spoke while continuing to stare.
"At Spencer's."
Vivian huffed at this.
"And I can imagine what you were up to over there. Where do you get off judging me? I'll fuck who I want to, when I want to!" Mother and son just waited for the other to speak, Vivian looking hard at her son and her son looking harder at his mom, only lower than her own gaze at him. When Vivian noticed that Mark was beginning to pitch a pup tent in his shorts, she gasped, giggled and then tried to hide her laughter behind her delicate fingers. Mark's gaze jerked up in surprise and noticed that his mom had noticed!
What a pair they were, they both thought simultaneously. How many mothers and sons were having a conversation like this at this moment in time? Their roles had been so turned upside down and twisted that they were actually arguing about cheating on each other! Mark grinned sheepishly and then joined his laughing mother.
"We are a pair aren't we Mark?" Vivian said tears of laughter in her eyes. "What do you say, no more games?" Mark smiled and nodded.
"No more games Mom. You can fuck who you want to, when you want to." Vivian smiled and then began to crawl across the king sized bed towards her son.
"Well, I want to fuck you and I want to fuck you now."
Reaching the side of the bed, she lowered her head and began to mouth his expanding package through the thin shorts. She could feel the iron hard hotness of him against her lips and tongue as she moaned and closed her mouth over the bulge. Mark joined her in her moans of pleasure. His cock was rock hard by now and was throbbing in the pain of being captured underneath the cloth. He reached down and pushed his shorts down, his big club swinging free. As he twitched in front of her, Vivian licked her lips then plunged her piping hot mouth over the head and shaft, swallowing half of him in one move! Mark groaned and reached up to cradle her head, stroking her short, bobbed brown hair. The horny mother began to suck and slurp her son's thick cock and she raised a hand to stroke the exposed portion.
Mark leaned over and cradled his mother's bobbling,
swinging tits while she slid her mouth wetly up and down him.
"That's it Mom. Suck my cock. You do it so good. No one but you, no one." With a wet smack, Vivian drew her head off him.
"What about Kay and Kim or Nancy? Or Monica? What happens when they come sniffing around? Are you telling me you're going to keep this thing in your pants for everyone but me?" Mark realized he had painted himself into a corner, so he wisely kept his mouth shut while his mother tongued his cockhead and looked up at him. Vivian chuckled low in her throat. "Don't worry baby. I'm not foolish enough to think we're some exclusive thing." Mark breathed easier. Vivian spoke again before resuming her suck job. "Just no more bullshit jealousy, ok?"
"That's it Mom. Suck my cock. You do it so good. No one but you, no one." With a wet smack, Vivian drew her head off him.
"What about Kay and Kim or Nancy? Or Monica? What happens when they come sniffing around? Are you telling me you're going to keep this thing in your pants for everyone but me?" Mark realized he had painted himself into a corner, so he wisely kept his mouth shut while his mother tongued his cockhead and looked up at him. Vivian chuckled low in her throat. "Don't worry baby. I'm not foolish enough to think we're some exclusive thing." Mark breathed easier. Vivian spoke again before resuming her suck job. "Just no more bullshit jealousy, ok?"
"Ok mom. You're the boss. I'll keep fucking the
neighborhood if that's what you want." Vivian continued to suckle him, but
then looked up at him.
"Speaking of the neighborhood," Mark waited expectantly. "What do you think of the widows Smith? I bet they have learned how to eat a box over the years, maybe I'll invite them over to..." With a growl, Mark picked his tiny mother up and bounced her on her back, her big tits slapping together, her laughter echoing. Her laughter died out when she saw the big tool headed her way. She smiled sexily as Mark knee walked between her legs. She extended them around him and grasped his big pussy pleaser, aiming it at her gash. Mark slid his hands behind his mother's knees and raised her legs. When Vivian slid the fat head of his dick through her wet pussy lips, Mark thrust forward, burying the first third of his cock in her. Vivian threw her head back in a long, low moan, and then interlaced her fingers behind his neck as Mark thrust himself forcefully into her belly.
Vivian’s canal gripped him snugly during his journey and he could feel her heat on his sack as he bottomed out with a groan. Drawing back he began to pump his sexy mom, loving the sight of her full, up thrust tits bouncing crazily. Seeing his gaze, Vivian cupped the big mounds and puckered up, blowing him a sexy kiss.
"I never get tired of looking at those tits, Mom," Mark excitedly said, his hips pistoning.
"And I never get tired of you looking, but you're so far away! Come down here and suck on them a little!" Mark dropped her legs and rested on his forearms, still stroking, while his mom presented her sumptuous boobs to her only son. He eagerly tongued and sucked the hard nipples, capturing them in his teeth tenderly and giving his head a little shake, like a terrier with a chew toy. Vivian locked her smooth legs around his hips and crossed her ankles above his pumping ass. She was getting close and she now wiggled and shook her hips, ensuring that every square inch of her tunnel came in contact with the big intruder. She removed her hands from her soft tits and began to stroke Mark's short hair.
"Baby." Mark continued to gnaw her nipples, oblivious to her attempt to get his attention. "Baby!" He now raised his head and looked at his beautiful, sexy mother. Vivian licked and bit her full lips.
"Yeah, mom?" As she looked deeply into her son's eyes, she was almost overwhelmed with her love and passion for him. She wanted nothing more in her life than be like this, in this place, with him forever.
"I just love you so much Mark," she gasped as the first wave of her climax slammed into her. Vivian twitched and bucked, her soft tits tracing their hard nipples across Mark’s hard chest. That did it for him. He pulled his mother close and mashed his mouth against hers, their tongues entangled. He exploded, salvo after salvo shooting up into the depths of his mother's sweet hole. Vivian blearily congratulated herself again for tying her tubes after Kim as she felt Mark's hot spurts splash into her. The two lovers clung together for dear life as they ground their passion out on each other. Several long moments later, Mark rolled off his mother and lay beside her, both of them gasping for air. They lay there, breathing hard and studying the ceiling, when they were suddenly startled by the claps and cheers from the doorway!
Mark and Vivian jerked upwards to see Kim and Nancy smiling and clapping.
"Thatta boy!"
"Speaking of the neighborhood," Mark waited expectantly. "What do you think of the widows Smith? I bet they have learned how to eat a box over the years, maybe I'll invite them over to..." With a growl, Mark picked his tiny mother up and bounced her on her back, her big tits slapping together, her laughter echoing. Her laughter died out when she saw the big tool headed her way. She smiled sexily as Mark knee walked between her legs. She extended them around him and grasped his big pussy pleaser, aiming it at her gash. Mark slid his hands behind his mother's knees and raised her legs. When Vivian slid the fat head of his dick through her wet pussy lips, Mark thrust forward, burying the first third of his cock in her. Vivian threw her head back in a long, low moan, and then interlaced her fingers behind his neck as Mark thrust himself forcefully into her belly.
Vivian’s canal gripped him snugly during his journey and he could feel her heat on his sack as he bottomed out with a groan. Drawing back he began to pump his sexy mom, loving the sight of her full, up thrust tits bouncing crazily. Seeing his gaze, Vivian cupped the big mounds and puckered up, blowing him a sexy kiss.
"I never get tired of looking at those tits, Mom," Mark excitedly said, his hips pistoning.
"And I never get tired of you looking, but you're so far away! Come down here and suck on them a little!" Mark dropped her legs and rested on his forearms, still stroking, while his mom presented her sumptuous boobs to her only son. He eagerly tongued and sucked the hard nipples, capturing them in his teeth tenderly and giving his head a little shake, like a terrier with a chew toy. Vivian locked her smooth legs around his hips and crossed her ankles above his pumping ass. She was getting close and she now wiggled and shook her hips, ensuring that every square inch of her tunnel came in contact with the big intruder. She removed her hands from her soft tits and began to stroke Mark's short hair.
"Baby." Mark continued to gnaw her nipples, oblivious to her attempt to get his attention. "Baby!" He now raised his head and looked at his beautiful, sexy mother. Vivian licked and bit her full lips.
"Yeah, mom?" As she looked deeply into her son's eyes, she was almost overwhelmed with her love and passion for him. She wanted nothing more in her life than be like this, in this place, with him forever.
"I just love you so much Mark," she gasped as the first wave of her climax slammed into her. Vivian twitched and bucked, her soft tits tracing their hard nipples across Mark’s hard chest. That did it for him. He pulled his mother close and mashed his mouth against hers, their tongues entangled. He exploded, salvo after salvo shooting up into the depths of his mother's sweet hole. Vivian blearily congratulated herself again for tying her tubes after Kim as she felt Mark's hot spurts splash into her. The two lovers clung together for dear life as they ground their passion out on each other. Several long moments later, Mark rolled off his mother and lay beside her, both of them gasping for air. They lay there, breathing hard and studying the ceiling, when they were suddenly startled by the claps and cheers from the doorway!
Mark and Vivian jerked upwards to see Kim and Nancy smiling and clapping.
"Thatta boy!"
"Go mom!"
Vivian got over her fright quickly and fixed the two girls with a hard stare.
"How about a little privacy you two!" She stopped herself though before she launched into one of her tirades. Who was she to deny the corner that they had all turned already? "Oh, what the hell. Who cares?"
Kim and Nancy laughed and high fived each other at this turn in attitude. They then both sprinted towards the bed and bounced onto it, causing all four of them to laugh.
"One thing," Vivian said feeling Nancy's hand between her legs and noticing that Kim's hand was now stroking her brother's reviving prong. "Where have you two been all night?" Kim and Nancy halted their stroking and looked at each other, then looked towards the door.
"Mom, Mark," Kim said. "I'd like you to meet Shawn." Her mother's and brother's jaws both dropped at the sight of the huge, black, naked man walking into the room. "I think we are all going to be real good friends."
Vivian got over her fright quickly and fixed the two girls with a hard stare.
"How about a little privacy you two!" She stopped herself though before she launched into one of her tirades. Who was she to deny the corner that they had all turned already? "Oh, what the hell. Who cares?"
Kim and Nancy laughed and high fived each other at this turn in attitude. They then both sprinted towards the bed and bounced onto it, causing all four of them to laugh.
"One thing," Vivian said feeling Nancy's hand between her legs and noticing that Kim's hand was now stroking her brother's reviving prong. "Where have you two been all night?" Kim and Nancy halted their stroking and looked at each other, then looked towards the door.
"Mom, Mark," Kim said. "I'd like you to meet Shawn." Her mother's and brother's jaws both dropped at the sight of the huge, black, naked man walking into the room. "I think we are all going to be real good friends."
nice to see you back! great story!
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