Harper Taylor was in her happy place. She was naked, she had a cock in each hand, and she had nothing to do for the next day and a half except enjoy them both.
The eighteen-year-old sat up with her back propped against the satin-padded headboard of a luxury hotel bed. They'd gotten a real classy suite for her, much nicer than most of the guys she fucked could afford.
On her right, her neighbor Frank Lawton had his arm around her slender shoulders. Frank was a big, beefy guy with a prick to match, and her fingers didn't quite close around it as she worked her fist up and down its length. He groaned appreciatively at her expert hand-job technique--her grip was feather-light, yet firm enough to provide the friction to bring a guy to the point of oozing the pre-cum to both lubricate her palm and whet her appetite for his jism.
Frank's ball sack was full and heavy. Harper couldn't wait to empty them for the first time. He had one of the nicest cocks she'd seen lately, though not as nice as her brother Bryan's.
And certainly not as nice as Daddy's.
Harper's left hand was wrapped around her father's prick. She wasn't jacking him off, just gently squeezing his thick fuck-stalk and feeling it throb. Daddy had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. Nothing else made her pussy purr like that awesome slab of hard meat.
She sighed and leaned back against Frank's big arm. He fondled her pert, high tits with both hands, pinching her rubbery pink nipples until they were hard as rocks. Lowering his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and bit gently. The teenager whimpered and rubbed herself against him.
"You like that, honey?"
"Uh-huh." Harper looked up at Craig with earnest blue eyes. "Play with my pussy, Daddy. Finger me while Mr. Lawson sucks my titties. Make me horny for both your cocks."
"Are you ever not horny?" Craig teased, sliding his hand up her silky thigh until his fingers rested on her plump, pouting pussy mound. He tickled his daughter's clit with his pinky.
"Nah," Harper admitted, biting her lower lip. "But that's your own damn fault. You taught me."
Craig sank his blunt index finger into her moist slit. "See, you're soaking wet already."
"Oh!" Harper automatically ground and humped her small ass, mashing her cunt against her father's familiar, experienced hand. "Unnnhhh! Oh, Daddy!" She tilted her face up to his, and her soft lips parted. When he kissed her, she thrust her pointed little tongue deep into his mouth. After a long time, she broke away and turned to kiss Frank just as passionately.
This was Harper's first time with Frank, but far from her first time with two older studs. Daddy had personally seen to that, as he had every aspect of her extensive sexual education.
"Suck my cunt," she mumbled into Frank's mouth. He exchanged a look with Craig, who nodded approval and removed his hand from her snatch. She arched her back, lifting the shaven cleft of her pussy towards Frank's mouth. In no time he was between her legs, spreading her legs and licking her slit like a hungry beast. Soon she was tossing and wriggling her ass so wildly that he had to hold her hips down on the bed with both hands.
"Do it to me!" she trilled, clutching the back of his head. "Oh fuck you're good, you're gonna make me cum. Make me cum, Mr. Lawson!"
Harper stopped talking when Craig brought his fingers to her lips, still fragrant with the aroma of her excited pussy. She sucked his fingers into her mouth, licking them clean of her girl juice.
"She's running like a river down here," Frank said. "One of us should fuck her."
"You go ahead," Craig offered.
"Seriously?" Frank looked up at his friend. "You know, Harper and I got to have a lot of fun already on the way up here, with you driving. I figured you'd--"
"You're springing for the room," Craig said. "Seems fair." He smiled at Harper. "I got something else in mind."
Harper blushed and felt her pussy gush even wetter as she guessed what Daddy had planned. She'd been dying to suck him off all morning, ever since she'd snuck out of the house before dawn that morning and climbed into his SUV when he'd come by to pick Frank up for their "golf weekend."
Daddy had insisted that Harper sit in the back with Frank and let him concentrate on the road. She'd gotten to know her handsome next-door neighbor in a whole new way over the next hour. A thing that she liked about fucking older guys was that the ones who were good lays really knew what they were doing. No struggling with her clothes or fumbling around to find her clitty. Before they'd turned out of the cul-de-sac, Frank had her stripped to nothing but her cotton tee and was strumming her magic button until she was ready to scream. He'd bring her right up to the point of almost getting off and then stop, letting her drift back down from the edge before going at her all over again.
She'd been so hot that she was wobbly on her legs by the time they'd locked the door of their suite and all got naked together.
Harper sprawled on her tummy with her legs spread so wide apart that her toes pointed at the bottom corners of the bed, letting Frank tuck two big comfy pillows under her hips to raise her cunt up to the perfect angle for penetration. Her father watched approvingly as Frank knelt behind her. Harper looked back at him with a sly smile, wiggling her butt and waiting for the invasion of his prick.
He moved forward until the tip of his cock bumped into the lips of her open sex hole. "Oh, honey, you really do have a big dick," she sighed. "I can feel how big the head is already."
"I don't want to hurt you," Frank said.
"Don't you worry," she reassured him. "My pussy's wet and ready, and I'm used to taking Daddy's donkey dick. Just get in there and push."
Savoring the moist heat of Harper's sex lips clinging to the tip of his cock, Frank held himself steady and thrust slowly forward. His glans disappeared into her tight slit, followed by a few inches of his shaft.
"Can you see okay, Daddy? Can you see Mr. Lawson's dick goin' into my pussy?"
"Sure can, doll." He waved his iron-hard cock at her face. "Can't you tell?"
"Man, you're one evil bastard," Frank said admiringly. "Popping your own daughter's cherry."
Craig shrugged. "If you were her father, you'd have done it."
"I don't know," Frank replied. Impatient to have him all the way inside her, Harper flexed her well-trained pussy muscles, sucking his prick inward. His eyes widened in disbelief. "I--Fuck, you're right. I sure would've."
For a young woman of her age, Harper had quite an educated cunt.
Harper always got a major case of the trembles when a guy's cock first entered her. Every nerve in her body sparked, especially if it was a big one. And if it was someone new, penetration itself was almost like a kind of little orgasm. The very most exciting was anonymous fucking. She'd screwed guys whose names she didn't know but that her father had told her were his friends. And she'd fucked his boss, twice. Anything to help Daddy out, since he was not so good at holding onto jobs and that was more important than ever for him, now.
"It's not like I gave Daddy much choice," Harper confided with a giggle. "See, him and Mom used to keep me up at night with all the racket from their fucking. So, not too long after I turned eighteen I decided to see for myself what was goin' on in their room. So I spied. And I got a good long look at Daddy's cock. Wow! I played with my pussy all night after that. I hardly slept at all.
"After Mom went to work the next day, I walked right into their bathroom while Daddy was in the shower. And I opened the glass door of the shower stall and got in there with him. In my nightie and everything! I was just too excited to wait."
"You're kidding me!" Frank looked to Craig for confirmation, sure that Harper was pulling his leg. Craig gave him a thumbs-up, patting the top of his daughter's head.
"Abso-fucking-lutely true," he said. "There she was, big as life, with that soaking nightgown plastered to her. I could see right through the goddamn thing. I cracked a hard-on like that--" Craig snapped his fingers--" and Harper knew exactly what to do with it, the little slut."
"Oh, Daddy, that's not true!" Harper objected. "I knew how to jack you off, 'cause I'd already done that to my soccer coach and two guys on the team bus. But you taught me everything else that day. About how to suck your cock, and fucking..."
"I'll be damned," Frank muttered.
"I don't know about that, but I guess I will be," Craig joked. "Hellfire for all eternity, so I'm told. But you know what? I don't much fucking care." Craig held the back of Harper's neck and brought her face to his prick, smearing pre-cum across her lips. "Go ahead and show Frank some of what you've learned, sweetie."
"Okay, Daddy," Harper said softly. Cradling her father's balls in both hands, she lazily lapped her tongue over his mushroom-shaped fuck-knob. "I'm gonna make you feel real good, just the way you taught me."
She dragged her teeth teasingly over the dripping tip of his cock, then opened her mouth, sucking just the crown at first. Her nimble young fingers tenderly massaged his ball sack as she eased the first few inches of his shaft past her lips. Frank craned his neck to get a better look at the hot action.
Craig's face broke into a raunchy smile as both men watched his horny daughter suck half of his cock into her drooling mouth. Harper rolled her head from side to side, bobbing back and forth a few inches while gradually sucking harder to try to take the rest of him. Her wet pink tongue flailed at his meat, lapping and bathing his hard, warm flesh with her saliva.
"You love that, don't you?" Craig whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "You love sucking Daddy's cock. You want the rest of it?"
"Mmmm..." Harper nodded and looked longingly up into her father's mischievous eyes. With that, he took hold of the sides of her head with his hands and abruptly thrust forward, cramming over half of his veiny prick between her parted lips. Harper's eyes bulged out and she nearly gagged as her soft lips stretched to accommodate his entire cock. But she recovered from her surprise quickly and started sucking him greedily.
"Atta girl!" Craig twitched his hips and started pumping his prick in and out of his daughter's mouth, fucking her face as he pleased.
The slutty teenager arched up off her stomach like a startled cat, then shoved her hips backward to take more of Frank's prick faster. Frank grimaced as he felt the slick, inner walls of her pussy spasm and milk his cock. He picked up the pace of his fucking to match Craig's, slamming his cock into Harper's cunt as hard as he could.
All of which charged her lust even higher. She climaxed in minutes, as her father had known she would. Harper was the most insatiable slut Craig had ever fucked, and plunging his bloated cock-head all the way down his daughter's throat was a thrill like no other.
Craig saw himself as a simple, direct fellow. Why complicate something as great as sex with a lot of pointless rules? He fucked pretty much whomever he wanted, whenever he and they wanted. That included his hot-to-trot daughter. Why not?
It included Frank's wife, Jill, too. Craig had banged her quite a few times, a fact that he had chosen not to share with his best buddy Frank. Jill spread for Craig almost every time Frank went out of town. The way she told it, she and Frank had a mutual understanding of their needs for sexual variety. His regular golf weekends were his opportunity to bed other women while providing Jill the run of the manor to get new dicks in her holes.
If Jill was on the level, Frank probably wouldn't even be bothered by Craig putting the prick to his missus. But while Craig might be simple, he wasn't dumb enough to risk a good thing by putting that to the test.
Harper shared Daddy's earthy disregard for sexual convention. To her mind, her parents' broken marriage was as much her mother's fault as her father's. She knew from experience that Mom had the same explosive sex drive as Daddy. If he was going to fuck other women, Mom should have taken it as her get-out-of-jail card to fuck other guys.
As it was, having to sneak out to meet Daddy for some hot action while pretending in front of Mom to disdain him sucked in the worst way. There should be some way to fix this. She would figure it out.
Now, though, the taste of Daddy's big, long dick and the delicious fullness of Frank's driving cock were all she could think about. Her father let go of her head at last, and as she gasped for breath she gathered what was left of her wits to squeal "Fuck meeee!" She was on the verge of another climax, her whole body aflame from the depths of her cunt to the tips of her ears. "Oh goddamn sweet fuckers, oh fuck, haaarder! I'm gettin' off...keep going, keep fucking me!" She clawed at the bedsheets and humped frantically back and forth between the two older men. "Goddamn it, I'm so fucking hot!. Fuck me, fuck meeee!"
Roaring, Craig pumped an incredible fountain of cum into his daughter's mouth, frantically stabbing his spurting cock all the way to the bottom of her throat, filling her belly with jism. The warmth of his load flowing into her belly combined with Frank's deep thrusts into her pussy to push Harper over the edge into ecstasy.
Frank couldn't hold back his own orgasm any longer against Harper's powerful cuntal contractions. His cum rifled into her pussy, both soothing and unbearably exciting the girl at the same time. Spent, he collapsed onto her back.
Harper squirmed out from between the two older men. Leaving them to recover, she padded barefoot over to investigate the minibar. "Tequila!" she exclaimed. She twisted the top off of the tall, clear bottle and took a long gulp.
Frank regarded her dubiously. "You're a little on the young side to be knocking back the hard stuff." Harper shot him a wrinkle-nosed look of dismissal.
"I'm old enough to be fucking two guys at once, I'm old enough to take a couple of shots."
"Craig--"
"Don't look at me, chum," Harper's father muttered blearily. "I don't have any more control over her than her mom does."
"That's not true, Daddy. I'll do about anything for your big old dick."
Craig ignored her. "Anyway, she holds her booze pretty good." He winked at Frank. "And when she gets a little in her, she goes wild. So just enjoy."
Frank looked back at Harper. "Is it even possible for you to get any wilder than you are?"
The question seemed silly just twenty minutes later when Frank found himself with Harper sitting on his belly, reclining back against his hairy chest. He lifted her thighs from beneath, holding them wide apart for easier access as he stuffed his prick up her snug little asshole. Her butt cheeks bounced gently against his balls as Craig bore down on her from above, pumping his cock into her pussy.
"Hammer my holes, guys!" she yelled out. "Split me in two! C'mon, Daddy, empty those big balls into my little fuck-hole!"
Burning up with lust, Harper was losing her horny little mind. That suited her father just fine. He'd seen it in her before, and it promised a weekend of boundless debauchery. So he continued to play with his daughter's small, perfect tits, tweaking her nipples as he pounded into her perfect cunt, and looked forward to the hours ahead.
Carol rang the Lawsons' doorbell and waited. Jill answered. "Hi," she said brightly. Barefoot and clad in a short terrycloth robe, she looked as if she was fresh from the shower. Her skin glowed and her hair was tousled and damp.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nah. Come on in. Where have you been hiding yourself? It's been ages."
"Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry," Carol stepped into the foyer. "I guess since the separation I've just sort of withdrawn. Other than work and trying to get a leash on Harper, I spend a lot of time in bed."
Jill nodded sympathetically. "It must be terribly difficult. But I'm always here, Hon. Right next door and all. Coffee?"
"Thanks, yeah."
Carol followed Jill into the kitchen and sat at the marble island while the blonde busied herself with the coffee maker. When she reached up into an overhead cabinet to retrieve the coffee pods, Carol caught a flash of one nipple, making her wonder whether her neighbor was wearing anything at all under her robe. Remembering how gorgeous Jill had looked, standing brazen in the sunlight with those three guys a few hours earlier, heat rose in Carol's belly and her cunt moistened.
Jill turned and caught Carol's frank stare. "So what's on your mind?"
"Sorry?" Carol said.
"Something's brought you out of your shell today. So I'm wondering what's up?"
"Well, I'm really here to talk about what's up with you," Carol ventured. "Your privacy fence. It doesn't really work, you know? Not on my side of the yard, anyway. And this morning..."
"What about this morning?" Jill regarded her warily but with an unexpected glimmer of amusement.
Encouraged by the twinkle in her neighbor's eye, Carol continued, "You're quite the naughty girl, aren't you?"
Jill smiled wickedly. "Every chance I get." To Carol's happy surprise, the blonde opened the front of her robe, reaching inside to idly thumb one nipple. "Spring's just the best time of year. The outdoor air's fresh and smells so good. Makes you want to open up the house. Doesn't it?"
"Sure. But what does that have to do with--"
Jill walked around the kitchen island to stand right in front of Carol. "Only thing about that is, neighbor, you want to remember to shut those windows sometimes when you're getting 'naughty' yourself. Whoever your little girlfriend is, she's a screamer. So are you." She winked and added, "Whoever she is. I certainly wouldn't have any idea."
Carol hadn't been prepared for this. She couldn't hide an embarrassed grin. "Guess we're birds of a feather. Both a little too slutty for our own good?"
"More than a little. Although that three-on-one was a personal best," Jill boasted. "I don't suppose many gals around here are degenerates like me."
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Carol stood up and unbuttoned her shirt. "But let's not compete. We ought to share our experience and support each other. One slut to another. Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely." Jill threw off her robe. Carol quickly stripped and they embraced. They kissed passionately, hands roaming over each other's naked backs and butts and thighs. Carol was excited by the differences between making out with her daughter and with her neighbor. Jill's kiss was demanding but patient. Her knowing fingers explored Carol's body in a leisurely, unhurried fashion. Harper had cute little breasts, but Jill's were oversized like Carol's. Their tits mashed together between them like enormous pillows. The women twisted and rubbed their stiff nipples together, triggering little shooting flames of erotic excitement through their bodies.
Jill broke the kiss and nibbled at Carol's ear, moving down her long neck and licking a warm trail down over the full curves of the brunette's breasts. She licked and kissed one broad nipple, biting down gently. "Mmmmm," Carol sighed.
"Nice big ones, like mine," Jill murmured. "I love sucking big tits. I even love to suck my own. You?"
"Uh-huh. All the time. Ever since they got big enough."
"I can tell that you and me are gonna have some fun times together." Continuing to squeeze and suck Carol's nipples, Jill slid her hand between their flat bellies and down to her neighbor's cunt. She ran two fingers around Carol's wet sex lips, then dipped them into her own slit, coating them in her juice. She brought her hand up to Carol's mouth. Carol sucked the blonde's fingers between her full lips and greedily lapped up their mingled cunt cream.
They drifted into the living room, arms around one another's asses, each caressing the other's tits, unwilling to break their physical connection for even a second. They lay down on their sides on the plush carpet. Carol's face was between Jill's thighs and Jill's between Carol's. Jill crooked one knee and rested that foot flat on the floor, opening her naked cunt wide to whatever Carol wanted to do. Carol mirrored her.
Jill's round clit was prominent at the apex of her slit, sticking out fully erect and the size of Carol's pinky. Carol stroked it gently, slipping two fingers into the blonde's pussy and working them in and out.
"That's it, Hon," Jill sighed. "That's just the right way." Carol moaned as she felt Jill's hands on her thighs and hot breath on her wet pussy. "Oh, look, you're all opened up and full of girl juice. Yummy!" Her mouth closed over Carol's mound and her tongue probed deep into the brunette's drooling fuck-hole.
Carol had thought that her daughter must be the best pussy-licker on the planet. It took Jill four seconds to shatter that naive, proud motherly assumption into a million pieces. Jill was as voracious as Harper but with a couple of decades of additional experience in pleasing other women. Dizzy with pleasure, Carol kissed Jill's clit and pushed two more fingers into the blonde's sweet fuck-hole.
"Ooooo, you're stretching me out good!" Jill mumbled around Carol's pussy.
Carol pumped four fingers back and forth inside Jill, going a little deeper with each stroke. "I doubt it," she snickered. "You were taking a lot more than this up your slutty snatch a couple hours ago."
"So I was," Jill said. Her tongue snaked up along the inner flesh of Carol's pussy. When Carol felt the tip flick against the nerve bundle of her G-spot, she screamed and bucked hard against Jill's face. "Found it!" Jill kept licking the sensitive little bundle of nerves inside Carol's fuck tunnel, spiking her neighbor's lust into the stratosphere.
In response, Carol slipped her thumb into the blonde's cunt alongside her fingers, so that her entire hand was inside. "How's that?" she hissed. "Big enough for you?" She gently eased her narrow wrist past Jill's pussy lips, moving her hand and part of her arm back and forth like a man's cock. "Am I as big as Wyatt Foster, slut?"
"You're tearing me up!" Jill groaned. "No! Don't--Jesus God, fuck me all the way! Get your whole arm in there, goddamnit!"
Wonderful as cocks were, they didn't have fingers. Carol played the tips of hers along the inside of Jill's sex channel like a flutist playing a lusty tune on the blonde's nervous system, strumming her libido toward a final crescendo.
"I-I'm--" Jill came hard, gasping and crying but never pausing in her own oral attention to her neighbor's cunt. When Carol's climax hit, her splendid body jerked and writhed as if she were caught in a cyclone.
"Did I tell you this would be worth it?" Bryan's voice boomed out from somewhere above their heads.
"Well fuck me dead," a second voice replied in an awed whisper. "I don't goddamn believe this."
"Oh, SHIT!" Jill broke free of Carol in a panic, sitting up with her legs together and crossing her arms in a futile attempt to hide her mammoth tits from the astonished eyes of her son, Corey. He and Bryan were standing in the arched entranceway to the living room, watching their mothers with keen interest and more than a little amusement.
Corey Lawson was a sandy-haired, handsome young fellow with an easy smile. He'd acquired a passion for bodybuilding during his senior year in high school and had developed a deeply chiseled, hard-muscled but trim physique that had caught Carol's eye more than a few times over the last year or so. She'd wistfully taken particular note of the heavy bulge that often tented his slim-cut jeans when she'd engage him in driveway conversations.
"Why aren't you at work?" Jill summoned up such a tone of motherly disapproval that Carol burst out laughing.
"Bryan texted and said if I blew off my second shift he'd swing by to pick me up and that I'd never regret it." Corey had recovered quickly from his initial shock and was eyeing both naked women frankly. "So I got another guy to cover for me."
"G-go upstairs this instant!" Jill demanded. "I'll be up to talk to you in a few minutes."
"Who are you yellin' at, Mom? It's not like I'm the one who's breaking any rules."
"Your son's right, Jill." Before the blonde could come up with a response, Carol got to her knees and unsnapped Corey's jeans. "I know this is awkward for all of us, but why don't we treat it as an opportunity?" She grabbed the waistbands of the young man's jeans and undershorts and pulled them down together. His cock sprang out rigid and ready for action.
"O-opportunity?" Jill hesitated, staring at her son's prick.
"Yes, a teaching moment." Carol hefted Corey's scrotum in her hand. The big bag was firm and fully engorged, brimming with rich, youthful jism.
"Yeah, Mrs. Lawson, you always say how much you love teaching," Bryan said as he stripped. He knelt in front of Jill, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face toward him. He kissed her startled lips. "You offered to, uh, 'tutor' me once or twice didn't you? I got some time right now." With both hands, he unfolded her unresisting arms from across her chest, exposing her ripe, heavy tit melons to his gaze. Her stiff nipples silently attested to her inner longing for what was about to happen.
"Pussy-eating 101," Corey joked, dropping to the floor in front of Carol and positioning his face between her thighs. His tongue shot out like a snake's to lash her clit.
"Cory Lawson!" Jill's eyes were about to pop out of her head as she watched her son go down on her next-door neighbor. But what could she say? He was only doing the same thing she'd done less than five minutes earlier.
Carol yelped happily as Corey licked a lazy circle around her moist cunt lips before probing up into her horny sex hole. "Your son's a modest young man," she said aside to Jill. "He's Honors Level, at the very least."
Bryan saw how mesmerized Jill was by the spectacle of her own son sucking another woman's cunt, and he knew how to best take advantage of it. Coaxing her onto her back on the carpet, he French-kissed her again while playing with her taut nipples. As he lay down between her legs he let the tip of his cock lightly brush against her pussy, and felt her lustful trembling at the intimate contact. He worked his lips down her exposed throat and the valley between her breasts, over her shivering stomach to zero in on her cunt mound. Her pussy was wide open as a result of his mother's hand-fucking, a perfect little "O" filled with love juice, just waiting for his tongue.
Jill breathed in short, shallow gasps, her mature, curvy body wriggling and her big tits heaving on her chest while Bryan sucked and swallowed her pussy cream. She reached down to run her hand over his dark hair, at the same time unconsciously teasing her nipples with the fingers of her other. She was a cock-slut at heart, and her instinctual cravings quickly overrode her hesitation at fucking in front of Corey.
Her uncharacteristic attack of modesty at having her son witness her enthusiastic debauchery had been sincere. This was a circumstance that she'd always been careful to avoid up until now. Corey was just four months shy of turning nineteen and while she was sure he was not a virgin she'd had no reason to think that he had inherited her guilt-free sexual abandon. But the way he'd responded to this set-up--for there could be no doubt that Carol and Bryan had conspired together to make this scene happen--it was evident that Corey was his mother's son in every way.
"Turn around, stud," Carol barked at Corey. He immediately did as she ordered, rotating his body and planting his knees so that his hard-on hung just above her face. He never took his mouth from her pussy, continuing to stab his flexed tongue in and out of her hole. Carol reached up and got her hand part of the way around his cock shaft, guiding the head into her gaping mouth.
Jill watched in awe as her son's long, beefy cock disappeared between Carol's lips. How had she lived next door to the brunette for all these years without discovering that Carol was a whore after her own heart?
Corey pumped slowly in and out of Carol's throat only a few feet from Jill's face, giving her a clear, close-up view of his cock. It was a beauty, the sort that her imagination conjured up when she masturbated alone. If he were anyone other than her son--a student, a neighbor like Bryan, or a complete stranger--she'd be looking forward to taking her turn with that cock after Carol finished.
Just her goddamn bad luck that the cock belonged to her own flesh and blood.
Jill's pussy started to spasm. She was on the verge of cumming again from the combination of Bryan's tonguing and the vision of Carol sucking Corey off while he ate her out.
She closed her eyes, adrift on the rising tide of her pleasure.
Recognizing the look of sexual bliss on Jill's face, Carol stretched out one foot and stroked Bryan's shoulder to get his attention. He looked up at her. "Now?" he asked.
"Now," Carol agreed. She pushed up on Corey's hips, forcing him to pull out of her mouth. "Do it, guys."
The guys rolled away from the women and got to their feet, switching partners. Bryan crouched between his mother's legs while Corey lay down atop Jill, supporting himself on his elbows.
Each stud positioned his prick at the entrance to his own mother's cunt. Carol gave them a smile and a nod, and they both thrust forward.
"Yes...oh, yes..." Jill sighed as Corey's cock-tip parted her pussy petals. Then she opened her eyes wide as if waking from a sexy dream. "I mean, NO! My God, you're my son! We can't fuck! We--OHHHHAHHH! YES!" As the whole head of her son's cock slid into her pussy, the pleasure was more intense than anything she'd ever experienced.
"Why can't we?" Corey taunted, feeding inch after inch of cock into his mother's fuck-hole with tantalizing, easy patience. "You think I don't know what you're like, that guys don't talk? You never saw a cock you didn't want to fuck and suck. Have you? So why is mine any different?"
"It's different!" Jill shoved uselessly against his powerful chest. "It's-it's better!" she sobbed. "God forgive me, being fucked by my son is fantastic!" She pumped her hips automatically up to take him deeper into her sizzling fuck-slit, grabbing him around the waist with both hands and pulling him down against her. "Oh Lord, what kind of a mother am I?"
"The very best kind, I'm sure," Carol hissed. "The same kind that I am. A slut who knows that the best thing she can do with a grown son is to turn him into a motherfucker!" True to her words, Carol bucked her ass upward, taking Bryan's cock deeper into her cunt.
"Aaaiiiiiiie!" Jill wept with joy as she hurled her body against Corey's. She was on fire for her son's big cock. "It's true! Oh, Corey...fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy 'til we cum together. Shoot your load right up my hot pussy!"
Carol watched Corey drive his prick relentlessly into his mother. The look on Jill's face said it all--the lurid smile on her face as she looked down between her legs to follow the pistoning motion of her son's huge cock, shimmering wetly with her pussy juice, disappearing and reappearing and then vanishing again into her shuddering cock-sleeve.
Corey took hold of his mother's shoulders and suddenly rolled onto his back, lifting Jill up on top of him. Without missing a beat, she planted her hands and knees on the carpet and kept working her hips automatically, grinding and rocking as she lifted and lowered herself onto his prick. When she tightened her cunt muscles around his pole, Corey's eyes rolled up under their lids.
"Like that, huh?" Jill said mischievously. She leaned forward to kiss her son, entangling her tongue with his and pressing her soft tits against his chest while she rocked back and forth. "Yeah, kid, my pussy's got know-how. Your old mom's had more dicks in her than you can count. And from now on, you're gonna get all the benefit of every slutty trick I've learned!"
Bryan continued pumping his cock into his mother's pussy, deeper and faster, setting off tingling mini climaxes in Carol's pussy every few seconds. "Cum in my mouth! Let me swallow!" she gasped.
Bryan pulled out of her pussy and quickly crawled forward to hold his cock inches from her face. She wrapped her hands around the slippery column of hard meat and pumped until he shot long ropes of hot jism into her waiting mouth. It splattered onto her chin and throat and up into her nose until she pulled the head down into her mouth and sucked the last gooey strands out of him, savoring every delicious drop as she came in great rolling waves of pleasure.
Thrilled to her marrow by the horny sight of a mother drinking her own son's cum, Jill's pleasure soared. "I'm cumming too!" she cried out.
"And I'm gonna shoot off!" Corey yelled. "Take it, Mom! Take my load up your fucking cunt!"
"Yes! Oohh, yeeesss!" Jill wailed as her son's prick swelled and pumped her unprotected pussy full of jism.
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Jill and Corey cuddled together on the sectional couch in their living room. He had one hand between his mother's legs, playing with her pussy. She cradled his head in her arms, letting him suck her tits while she stroked his soft cock with one hand. A few feet away, Carol lay atop Bryan on the carpet, humping her clit against his hard belly while she waited for him to get another hard-on.
"That was quite a stunt you guys pulled," Jill said lazily. "'Course, I'm such a depraved slut that there wasn't much chance it would fail. Guess I just needed a little push to, um, open myself up to son-fucking."
As Jill spoke, Corey's cock stiffened between her fingers and began to rise again. "Goodness gracious, will you look at that? I've got a stallion right under my own roof and I've been letting you go to waste." She kissed her son hotly. "We're going to make up for lost time, stud, I promise you that."
"Awesome," Corey replied. "You're the best fuck I've ever had, Mom."
"What a sweet thing to say. And from the way you screw, I'll bet this big dick's been up a lot of cunts, hmm?"
"More than a few," Corey answered. "But mostly babes my own age. They can't hold a candle to a slut who's fucked as much as you have. Like you said before, you've got know-how."
"Funny thing is, I feel the exact opposite way about men," Jill mused. "Guys around my age don't have the strength and stamina you young studs do. If a gal knows what she's doing, she can keep you young ones hard and fucking all day long. And you get off on most anything. Like, it'd probably turn you on to see your mama fuck Bryan, wouldn't it?"
Corey grinned. "As long as I could do Mrs. Taylor, sure."
"How about sharing? Wanna double-fuck Mommy with another guy?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Jill clapped her hands happily. "You're the best son ever! Now then, we've got just one itsy-bitsy problem and that's making sure your father doesn't catch us."
"Not a problem I've got myself, thank God," Carol said, surprised to find that she actually meant the words. For the first time, she was glad that Craig was out of the house. "If you can't dump Frank, maybe you can get him to share, too."
Jill snorted. "Not a chance. Frank and I have a pretty open marriage--oh, don't look so scandalized, Corey--like I was saying, we both fuck other people but I'm sure the big galoot would be awfully narrow-minded about a thing like this. And he's worth keeping around. He's a good fuck, for an older guy. There's just no way that one man can satisfy me."
"I'm starting to think that I'm the same way," Carol confessed, stretching luxuriously. "Too much for one man. And I'm itching to put it to the test." She tapped her son's chest playfully. "Bryan, honey, be a dear and get Mommy's shorts for her? Out there in the foyer. I need my phone."
"Who you calling?" Bryan asked.
"A friend of Jill's. Someone I'd like to get to know better."
"Goodie!" Jill exclaimed. "In the meantime...watching you gobble up Bryan's cum whet my appetite. Would you believe I haven't even properly tasted Corey's jism yet?" She slipped off of the couch and onto her knees in front of her son, licking up one side and down the other of his growing cock. "I'm gonna address that little oversight right now."
"Fuck me..." Liz Foster whispered hoarsely. Her voice was nearly gone from hours of moaning and screaming through orgasm after orgasm. Now she lay limp and exhausted on her back in the middle of her bed, drifting in and out of awareness, three pillows stacked under her ass to raise her pelvis to the perfect height and angle for a kneeling man to penetrate and fuck her without pause for a long time.
She whined and twitched her hips feebly, close to cumming again around her partner's relentlessly pumping prick. The orgasm growing in her loins would be another big one, she could tell. Every climax on this magnificent cock was better than the one before. She wondered if a woman could die from cumming too much. She didn't care. And she knew that Wyatt would not let that happen to her. Wyatt was a good son.
It was Wyatt's massive cock that was taking Liz to heaven with every bold, pussy-stretching stroke. Her son. She was fucking her son. Lust flared higher inside her at the very knowledge.
He took her at a leisurely pace, his big hands holding her thighs apart and her calves draped over his broad, muscular shoulders, leering broadly down at her as he ravished he, confident that she would never say "No."
She knew that she should say it. She should tell him to stop. Say "never again." She didn't want him to stop. She was already too far gone, having surrendered control of her body to her son hours ago. He handled her gently but with total mastery. He'd plowed into her from behind while she'd knelt on hands and knees, his hard belly smacking into her quivering ass cheeks with every thrust, until her legs had given out. Then he'd flipped her onto her back and continued, kissing her lips and cheeks and chin and on down her shoulders, sucking her tits, making her cum as effortlessly as if he had her cheat codes.
Liz felt some vestige of shame when she recalled how this had begun. How Wyatt had found her, this afternoon. But that humiliation was fading, just as was any concern for her marriage, home, and reputation. If Wyatt wanted to fuck her at high noon in the town square, his mother would open herself eagerly to him then and there. From now on she'd do whatever he asked.
Wyatt had fantasized and then plotted this conquest for a long time. Finally fucking his mother was even hotter in reality than in his dreams.
Liz Foster was a few years shy of forty. Naked, she was a teenager's wet dream come to life; just over five feet tall, full-hipped, her big round breasts tipped by mouthwatering domed nipples of the same pale coral color as her plump pussy lips. Many men wanted her, and she loved fucking.
Wyatt was a healthy, aggressive, driven young man. He played to win, and he was used to women throwing themselves at him--teachers, cheerleaders, the wives and mothers of the neighborhood, like Jill Lawson. As far as he was concerned, this incestuous coupling had been inevitable from the first time he'd sneaked a look at his mother in the bath.
Now that he had her, he meant to make her feel so good that she could never give him up.
Even after all these hours, just watching her grip the bed sheets in her small fists, her bright red hair fanning out around her on the bed, her face frozen in a dazed, depraved, open-mouthed smile, gave him a boner that could smash bricks. And he'd stay hard for her as long as they both wanted this to go on. Not that he had to manage that all on his own. He'd quickly gotten Mom past her initial shyness about sucking his cock, once she'd learned what was in store for her when he got another hard-on. Mom's mouth on his dick guaranteed his swift arousal.
"You're almost there again, ain'tcha?" Wyatt smirked. Liz opened her mouth as if to answer, but could only manage a weak nod. He drew his hips back, pulling slowly out of her clinging cunt. Her slick inner walls sucked at his shaft as if to hold onto him, and yielded to the slightest pressure of his prick whenever he entered her, welcoming him to fill her up to her cervix. Mom's pussy was a perfect match for his cock, which he reckoned just stood to reason. Mother's cunt, son's cock, made for each other. It was kinda a scientific thing, he figured. He'd have to ask his biology teacher, Mrs. Garrison, about that the next time she kept him after class for a furtive suck-and-fuck.
"Get ready." Wyatt took hold of Liz's nipples, tweaking and stretching them as he withdrew completely from her pussy. He saw a fleeting moment of panic in her glassy eyes at the sudden open emptiness of her sex channel. That hunger was his signal to thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying his cock in her cunt to the balls.
Liz's eyes rolled up in her head and her whole body jerked wildly. Her back arched and she found her voice at last, a mindless, keening howl torn from her larynx as rapture consumed her, every nerve ending so overwhelmed by sensation that the world went dark around her and she nearly passed out.
The sound of a ringing phone cut through the gathering fog of her awareness. Wyatt picked up the call as casually as if he'd been interrupted eating lunch.
"Hello...Oh, Hi! How are you? Actually, we're a little busy, right now...Yeah? Seriously?" He glanced down at Liz with a smile. "Oh, she's in bed right now. Resting, yeah. But I know she'd love to come along." He paused to listen, then added, "No, that's right. Mom's in, for sure. You like that idea, huh? Great. See you soon."
Wyatt tossed his phone aside.
"Who was that?" Liz asked wanly.
"Friend of yours, as a matter of fact. Carol Taylor. Invited us to a little get-together."
"Today? Now?"
"Whenever we're done here. It's real, uh, informal. Don't worry about what to wear."
Wyatt braced himself on his hands, bridging over Liz's body so that their only contact was at the juncture of their thighs. He'd kept his cock embedded in his mother throughout the conversation with Carol. He started moving again, picking up speed until he was driving Liz deep into the mattress with every stroke. "Spread wider, Mom!" he commanded, and she did so without thinking. No man had ever dominated her so completely as her own son was doing. It was the most fulfilling experience of her life.
"Gonna blow!" Wyatt yelled. He rammed his cock home, burying it to the balls in Liz's cunt as he went off at last, shot after shot of jism rifling up into his mother's hot depths.
"Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh," Liz panted, cumming yet again from the taboo pleasure of her unprotected cunt overflowing with her son's potent seed.
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"Shhh!" Wyatt cautioned his mother as they made their way quietly across the backyard of the Lawsons' house. Liz slipped off her sandals and crept along behind him. The recently-clipped grass tickled her toes. "Why all the sneaking around?" she whispered. "What kind of party is this, exactly?"
"Shush. I just wanna scope out the scene before we..." Wyatt peered in through the French doors of the family room. "Well, goddamn." He gestured for Liz to join him at the entrance.
The doors were unlatched and slightly ajar. Liz recognized the wet, rhythmic sounds of hard fucking even before she looked inside. What she saw there took her breath away.
Everyone in the room was naked. There was Jill Lawson, flat on her back on the long white sectional couch, legs up and locked around her son Corey's hips. He sat up on his knees thrusting his cock into his mother's cunt in the same way that Wyatt had when fucking Liz just an hour earlier. But they weren't alone. Carol Taylor hugged Corey's back, her enormous jugs mashed almost flat against his back, reaching around him with both hands to tweak and tug his hard nipples while she nibbled on his ear and whispered encouragement to him.
"Slow strokes, baby. That's it, that's the way to fuck your mother. Let her take her time to enjoy every bit of you. Look into her eyes, don't let her forget for an instant what she's doing. She's taking her son, her very own flesh and blood, into her pussy. And you're going to cum inside her--again. There's nothing more wicked or forbidden, is there? But you're doing it anyway because you both want to. No one is going to stop you. And doesn't it feel soooo good?"
Carol peered over Corey's shoulder, turning her attention to his mother. "And what about you, Jill? You know, you should be ashamed of yourself. How disgraceful, that a complete whore like yourself, a slut taking on every hard teen stud in town, has been denying your own son the pleasures of your pussy. What were you ever thinking?"
Low laughter from the shadows drew Liz's attention to Carol's son Bryan. He slouched in a chair at the darkened far end of the room, jacking on his erect cock and watching the horny group scene play out before him. Liz's eyes nearly fell out of her head at the sight of his prick, which looked to be fully as big as Wyatt's.
Wyatt stepped behind his mother and unbuttoned her car coat. She knew now why he'd insisted that she wear nothing but the jacket and her sandals. When he opened the lapels and slid his hands inside to cup her tits, a cool evening breeze tickled her nipples and tummy and clit. "There you go," he said, "Don't you feel better knowin' that you're not the only babe in town taking son-dick?" She turned to answer him, but he wouldn't let her look away from the scene in the family room. "So what do you think?"
"I-It's beautiful," Liz sighed. She watched Bryan Taylor approach the fucking trio, sitting down on an ottoman by Jill's head and holding his cock near her face. Eyes aglow with lust, she took his prick in her hands and sucked it into her mouth. Her full, pillowy lips stretched taut around the shaft but Liz could still see her working them around the invading pillar of iron-hard flesh. Jill took Bryan's hands and guided them to her tits.
Carol moved her left hand down between Corey's legs from behind. Her fingers grazed his dangling balls. She ran them up into the crease between his buttocks, seeking his tight young asshole.
Wyatt slid a hand between his mother's thighs. The whole scene was an incredible turn-on, but what excited her most was the unapologetic, shameless way in which Carol and Jill laid sensual claim to their sons' bodies. The aggression of the young studs didn't surprise her. As was the case with her own Wyatt, Bryan and Corey clearly possessed more than their shares of youthful confidence as well as endless sexual energy. But the brazenness of these women in embracing their sons to satisfy their own carnal lust moved something deep within her horny mother's heart.
Liz wanted this for herself. She wanted all of it.
She shoved the door open and stepped inside, shrugging free of her coat to stand naked in full view of the incestuous foursome. Jill noticed her first. "Elizabeth!" she exclaimed, releasing Bryan's cock and pushing herself up on her elbows.
Carol broke away from her partners to greet the newcomers. "Hey, stud, get your damn clothes off and join the party!" Wyatt didn't waste a second doing as she commanded. "Mmmm, that's what I like to see. Fresh cock-meat." Her frank, appraising gaze wandered over Liz's body, admiring the redhead's lush curves. "Don't be shy, Liz. We're all friends."
The three of them embraced. Carol planted lingering kisses first on Liz's lips and then Wyatt's, slipping an arm around each of them as she turned her mouth from one to the other. She started playing with Wyatt's cock. The sight heated Liz up quickly, emboldening her to caress the brunette's tits.
Corey kept fucking his mother without pause. Jill's eyes misted over and she fell back into her erotic reverie, lost to everything in the world beyond the sensuous friction of her son's cock within her sizzling cunt. "Uunnngghh..." she moaned, clenching her thighs tighter around him and digging her heels into his ass. He responded by shortening his fuck strokes to shallow, stabbing thrusts.
Liz could tell that they were cumming together. Jill's breath quickened and a red flush spread across her face and breasts as her son sprayed a big ball-load into her silken cunt.
In the space of a few hours, Liz Foster's world had been turned inside out. All of this might be insane, but it was a glorious madness, her most perverse and secret fantasies made real. So when Corey withdrew from his mother's pussy, Liz clambered onto the couch and sucked his dripping prick into her mouth. She swooned at the mingled flavors of his cum and Jill's cunt cream.
Meanwhile, Carol danced across the room, ass swaying and big tits bouncing, to pull Bryan to his feet. "No more slacking, young man. You want to watch people fuck, go do it on your laptop." She glanced fetchingly over her shoulder at Wyatt. "On your back, stud, if you want some pussy. I've been wanting that monster up my slot all day!"
"You got it, Mrs. Taylor." Wyatt dropped to the carpet. Carol got to her knees and swung a leg across his loins. She rubbed his cockhead back and forth along her juice-soaked sex lips a few times, then eased herself onto his cock. Smiling lasciviously up at Bryan, she pressed herself flat atop Wyatt, angling her ass upward to present her son a tempting target.
"Mommy wants it up the ass," she purred.
"Not to brag or nothing, but that's a lot of cock for one chick," Bryan said doubtfully, but from the way his cock sprang higher it was clear that the prospect of taking his mother's rear fuck-hole excited him. "Are you sure?"
"If Jill can take it, I sure as hell can," Carol insisted, but a troublesome thought crossed her mind. "This won't be your first time, will it?"
"Hell, Mom, I've fucked at least a dozen girls in the ass. I know what I'm doing." He hunkered down in front of Carol, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head up. "But you're gonna want to lube me up good, first." She took the hint and dropped her jaw open. Bryan shoved his entire cock down her throat in a single stroke, working the shaft around deep inside while she swirled her tongue around it. "Good enough," he said after a few seconds, pulling out and moving around behind her.
Bryan put a hand on each of his mother's ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He paused for a moment to admire the vision of feminine allure before him: his own slender, big-titted mother was on her knees with another guy's big cock stretching her so wide that her pussy lips were rolled up inside her cunt, offering him her tight asshole.
There was just one thing wrong.
"What are you waiting for?" Carol hissed. "Give me cock!"
"Not 'till you're completely naked," Bryan teased.
"What are you talking about?" Carol asked. "Oh--!" Bryan reached over his mother's shoulder and grabbed her left wrist. Lifting her hand, he gently removed her gold wedding band and tossed it across the room. It landed with a clink against the iron grate of the hearth.
"Bryan!" Carol twisted her head back to look at him in shock.
"Aw, Mom, you've got no reason to hang onto that, do you?" Bryan nestled the tip of his cock into the top of his mother's ass crease and began sliding it downward toward its destination.
Her eyes widened in realization. Almost imperceptibly, she shook her head.
"Good." Bryan pressed the smooth dome of his glans against Carol's asshole and pushed forward. "Like I said, you're better bare."
"Ow! Oohhh...uunnhh," Carol groaned as her son's cock-knob forced its way into her smallest, tightest hole. The pain was intense as he wedged the tip past the tight ring of muscle. She willed herself to relax, and in the next instant the head popped through her sphincter. The slightly narrower column of his prick slid in with relative ease after that. A thrilling new kind of heat suffused her body as Bryan drove inch by inch down into her buttery depths.
Wyatt waited until Bryan's cock was well-embedded in his mother's ass before starting to move beneath her. He was an old hand at double-fucking babes, and he knew enough to keep his thrusts short at first. He lifted his hips only an inch or two off the carpet, letting Carol become accustomed to being filled with more cock than ever before in her life. Wrapping his arms around her waist, crushing her tight against him as her son drilled down from above, Wyatt matched the rhythm of his strokes to Bryan's. When Bryan thrust downward, Wyatt thrust up, trapping Carol between them.
"Ohhhh...yes! Yes! I love it! Two men for me!" Carol sobbed, tears of joy running down her face. At first, the effort of taking two men at once had been almost too much. But now, as Bryan and Wyatt picked up speed they fell into an alternating rhythm: when Bryan pulled out, Wyatt bucked upward to bury his cock to the hilt in her. The sensation of pricks sliding past each other inside her, separated by only the thin membranes of her twin cock-shutes, was like nothing she'd ever known.
Corey sat on the couch watching the fucking trio. Liz and Jill lay on their tummies on either side of him, running their fingers over his stiffening prick. "How big does he get?" Liz asked in a hushed voice. Her face was no more than an inch from his cock and her hot breath tickled his balls.
"He's a bull, this one," his mother said proudly. She fisted his shaft, jacking it up and down several times. "Just like his dad." She took a long, loving lick on her son's cock-crown and offered it to Liz.
Fondling his balls, the redhead worked her lips from the base of his prick up one side to the top, then smothered the flaring coronal ridge with little kisses. "We're all so lucky, to have sons with cocks like these and the desire they have for their mothers. Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely. Speaking of which, just how did you and Wyatt wind up making it? He was bragging this morning about planning to bang you, but I didn't think even he could work that quick."
"My Wyatt, bragging? Heaven forfend!" Liz said in tones of mock indignation, knowing all too well her son's tendency to do just that. "Well, you might say that I left him an opening.
"You see, I've had a thing going on with Mel, one of my husband's business partners for, oh, I don't know how many years. As soon as Mel knew that hubby's plane was in the air, he was over at our place and in my bed. And guess where his dick was when Wyatt came home this afternoon and caught us?"
"You're joking!"
"Nope. Caught in flagrante, as the saying goes. Horrors!
"Well, apparently my disloyalty to his father didn't sit well with Wyatt. I was crying, and Mel was jabbering and shouting something like he could scare Wyatt into keeping quiet. And Wyatt, who's twice Mel's size, just picked him up, dragged him downstairs, and threw him out on the front lawn. I had to throw his clothes out the window after him!
"I didn't know what was going to happen next. Would Wyatt tell his dad? They don't get along at all, but still...Instead, Wyatt came up to the bedroom, where I was standing by the window clutching a blanket around me and shouting something down at Mel. Wyatt yanked the damn blanket off. And then he started undressing and I saw that he had a hard-on you wouldn't believe!"
Jill let out a low whistle. "Damn. So, he made you--"
"He didn't make me do anything, dearie. Now, I did tell him that what he wanted was wrong, and that we shouldn't, and I wouldn't...but I couldn't keep a straight face. The biggest cock in the whole fucking world was waving around not ten feet from my face. So I got down on my knees and crawled over to him and popped that meatsicle into my mouth!"
Corey's prick was hard as steel again, from both Liz's manipulations and her account of her first mother-son fuck. "I can relate," Jill said. "What happened to me with this guy here today wasn't that much different. Me and Corey's dick were a case of love at first sight, too."
Jill leaned forward and joined Liz in her oral cock worship. The slutty moms took turns, Jill sucking her son's balls while Liz mouthed his cock-head, competing to see who could make him shoot off first.
Jill's aggressive nature and wide experience with a variety of cocks won the prize, but she wasn't in a selfish mood. When the first volley of cum rocketed into her mouth she pulled away, letting her son's semen arc into the air to splatter down on Liz's face and hair. Then the blonde pointed the spurting tip back at herself. Jism rained over her. She caught as much as she could in her mouth.
"Smile!" Wyatt called out. Startled, Lynn and Liz looked up to see that he'd pulled out of Carol and was snapping away with his phone, taking several quick pictures of them grinning with Corey's spunk rolling down their faces. He turned around and caught a few candids of Carol astride Bryan's lap, still fucking her ass down onto his prick.
"Oh, text me those!" Jill exclaimed.
"Me, too!" Liz chimed in.
Wyatt tapped away at the screen, sending a dozen images of the orgy in progress to the participants.
He also forwarded copies to one other person on his contacts list. He meant to ensure that however wild this mother-son fuckfest was now, it would get a whole lot crazier before the night was out.
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It was half past midnight when Craig turned the SUV into the cul-de-sac where his family and the Lawsons lived.
"Better kill the headlights," Frank suggested as they coasted into his driveway. "We want to catch them by surprise."
When Harper had awakened Craig and Frank from their exhausted slumber just over an hour ago, they'd both assumed that she'd wanted more fucking. But she'd been fully dressed and packing to leave.
"We gotta go," she'd insisted. Both men were puzzled and annoyed.
"Tomorrow afternoon, doll. I can't even move right now. Frank?"
"Wake me when there's fucking," Frank had mumbled into his pillow.
Then Harper had shown them the texts that Wyatt Foster had been sending her all evening. With that, both men were wide awake, their energies renewed. They all were in the car and on the road home in less than ten minutes.
Frank turned the key in the front lock as quietly as possible. Caution turned out to be unnecessary; the rap music reverberating throughout the house from the downstairs family room was loud enough to drown out the din of an approaching army.
"See, guys?" Harper exclaimed as they walked down into the family room. "What'd I promise you?"
In the middle of the room, Carol Taylor lay on her left side on the carpet with Bryan behind her. She'd stretched her right leg back across both of her son's thighs and his hard cock was stuck all the way up her cunt. He slowly pumped his hips, fucking his mother from behind.
Carol moaned, rolling her fingertips around one of her big nipples. Bryan was squeezing her other tit as he thrust into her dripping pussy.
"Just like that, honey," she cooed. "I'll never get enough of that big dick in my cunt. Mmmm, yeah." Her free hand inched down her belly, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. The mother and son were lost in their own universe of incestuous lust, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings or the arrival of Harper with two bewildered middle-aged men.
Craig stood frozen in shock. Despite having looked at the images on his daughter's phone several times, none of this had seemed quite real. But here he was, standing in the middle of it.
Harper had already shed her few clothes and took advantage of her father's momentary paralysis to unbuckle his belt and yank his trousers down. She let out a small, joyful cry at finding him fully erect. She hugged his big thighs and kissed the end of his cock.
Liz Foster was lying face-up along the back of the overstuffed sofa with her head dangling off the end. Her son Wyatt stood in front of her, supporting her downward-tilted head so that her open mouth and throat were in a straight line. Half his cock was in her mouth, but he wasn't moving it in or out. The rippling and flexing of Liz's neck and jaw left no doubt as to what she was doing--jacking her son off with her throat muscles.
She gurgled with horny satisfaction. One of her elegant, manicured fingers moved languidly in and out of her open pussy hole, and she rolled the ball of her thumb across her swollen clit.
At the other end of the couch, Frank's son Corey sat at the edge of a seat cushion with his legs raised high while his mother's tongue explored his asshole.
"Christ, Jill, you've got your tongue up our son's ass!"
"So I do," Jill purred, too immersed in her rimming to be perturbed at seeing her husband home so early. She glanced up at him and then back at the hard, cum-oozing cock towering above her face. "And look at how hard it makes him!" She slid her cum-slickened hand up and down Corey's cock, making more pre-cum spurt out of the tip. "Just like when I do it to you. Or to Wyatt. Or Craig--"
"Craig!" Frank snapped out of his daze and glared at his best friend.
"W-wait a damn minute," Craig stuttered, backing away.
"You know, Dad, Mom gives a fantastic rim job."
To Craig's immediate relief, Frank turned his startled attention back to his wife and son. Apparently no more concerned by his father's sudden arrival than his mother had been, Corey folded his arms behind his head and spread his legs wider for her convenience. Responding to his praise, Jill mashed her nose against his ball sack and extended her flexed, pointed tongue as far up his rectum as she could reach.
"She does, doesn't she?" Frank said with an unmistakable touch of pride in his voice. Seeing Jill toss another man's salad had his own cock hard as steel, and he realized how much they'd both missed all these years by keeping their extramarital fucking separate from one another. When they were young, they'd worried about provoking jealousy in one another. But the only emotion he felt in seeing Jill engaged in incestuous play with their adult son was rampaging lust.
With a harsh laugh, Frank started undressing. When he was naked, he strode over to Jill and Corey. Jill lifted her head and looked into his eyes questioningly
"You're not going to give me a hard time about this?"
"Nah," Frank chuckled. "Get the kid off all you want. The only thing you ought to do different is to sit on my dick while you're doing it." He smacked her ass loudly and got down behind her. Jill spread her legs wider apart for his penetrating prick.
"HELL YEAH!" Wyatt yelled out from across the room.
Craig saw that the quarterback's cock was jammed all the way into his mother's mouth, and he was pumping several fingers into her gaping cunt. "SWALLOW MY LOAD, BITCH!" From the rapid twitching of her throat and her frantic gulping noises, Liz was doing exactly that. Her ass thrashed so violently as he ground his palm against her clit that Craig thought she might fall off the back of the couch onto the floor.
"I wanna see this!" Harper exclaimed, abandoning her father and running over for a closer look. Wyatt wrapped an arm around her slim waist. She stood on her tiptoes and they kissed.
"Figured those pics would smoke you out from wherever you'd run off to," Wyatt said. "You never could resist a hot group scene."
"You know me too well, big guy." Harper watched Wyatt slowly withdraw his long cock from his mother's mouth. It pulled free with a wet plop. "Lemme clean that up." The teen slut smiled and crouched down to pop Wyatt's prick into her mouth.
All of this left Craig standing alone and naked by the stairwell, watching his wife and son and daughter and neighbors fuck. He caught Carol's eye and flashed her his most charming smile, the one that had always melted whatever anger she'd built up over his latest indiscretion.
"Whaddya say, babe? Seems to me that if we're ready to be honest with each other, all this--" his gaze swept the room-- "could turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to us. As a couple. And as a family."
Carol eyed Craig's huge cock thoughtfully for a long time. At last, she said, "Hell, no."
" No?"
"No. No to you and me as lawfully wedded husband and wife. I want my freedom. And if any man is to be my true partner, it's going to be our horse-cocked stud of a son."
"You can't do that!" Craig objected, crestfallen.
"Says the guy who's obviously been bonking our teen daughter. Let me finish. You're always welcome in the house, Craig, as a guest. You've got a big dick, and boy do you know how to use it. So, if you like, I'll keep you as a spare."
"A spare."
"Yeah. My side piece. I'm sure it would make Harper happy to have you around more often."
With that, Carol chuckled and humped back against Bryan, urging him to fuck her faster.
With a curse and a roar, Wyatt erupted into Harper's mouth.
Speechless, Craig stared angrily at his hot fucking family. This was outrageous! All of it! Carol was his wife, and Harper was his daughter, and--
Someone snuck up behind him and pinched his ass.
"Hey!" He spun around to see Liz Foster leering up at him. She wiped the last drops of her son's semen from her lips and licked it off her fingers. With a feral smile, she pushed Craig backward onto a chair, straddled him, and without so much as "Hello" lowered herself onto his cock and started riding at a gallop. Her tight, velvet cunt channel was an inferno, and she could snap that sweet chute like a goddamn mousetrap.
Craig took hold of the redhead's tits with both hands and drove his cock up into her. "Side piece," huh? Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad deal, after all.
The sounds of hard fucking filled the room. There was the rhythmic slap of flesh against bare flesh, of sons' swinging balls bouncing against their mothers' plump asses and pussy mounds, of cock-craving moms pleading for the young studs they'd borne to fondle and suck their big tits and dick them deeper, deeper still.
Jill cried out so loudly in the throes of orgasm as her son and husband ravaged her ass and pussy together that she momentarily drowned out the pounding beat blaring from the stereo.
From the corner of one eye, Bryan saw that his father had picked Liz up and pinned her against a wall. Her legs were draped over his broad shoulders. From Bryan's low viewing angle, Craig's massive cock was clearly visible driving in and out between her clinging cunt lips. Her head lolled slackly on her long neck and she was staring cross-eyed into space, her drooling lips working to repeatedly form the words "Fuck me." The middle-aged redhead was the very picture of a wanton whore in mindless heat.
Bryan decided that Liz's would be the next pussy on his dance card tonight.
Right now, his own mother was wiggling her hips sensuously and pushing her ass back against him as he slammed his cock into her from behind. Her pussy walls nipped at his prick for a moment each time he impaled her. Neither of them could know what tomorrow held, he reflected, or how all of this might end. But as the jism boiled up in his balls and he exploded, blasting another creamy load into Carol's cunt, he was certain of just one thing.
Bryan was sure glad that he'd skipped Beach Week.
THE END