Chapter 2: Bringing It Home
I at first was afraid of fucking the brains out of Stacey, Jeniver, and my girlfriend Beth. True, we were all eighteen and legally allowed to do it, but I guess I never understood what fun having group sex with the guard could be.
After having sex with Beth both orally, and between her legs (of which Stacey and Jeniver were fucking guard rifles in both their and Beth's sex), we all fell asleep. We weren't stupid, we had put our clothes back on, in case somebody walked in on us.
But I was the only one awake when the door opened. Beth's mother had come to get her. Well, Beth and myself, to be more specific. Beth had invited me over for dinner and dessert. After taking her myself, I knew dessert was going to be great. Hopefully, we would think of a way for her mother not to worry about it. And boy, did Beth ever think of a way.
After saying goodbye to Stacey and Jeniver, Beth and I piled into the back of her mother's car. We sat quietly on the five minute ride to Beth's house. We all piled out of her car and into the house. Her mother stayed downstairs, and I went downstairs with Beth to her room.
Mrs. P, as I call my girlfriend's mother, is a really hot woman. Nice, firm, huge breasts, a great ass, and she must be tight as hell. Boy, I was way off, thinking like that. She was what Beth would look like in about 25 years, depending on how much sex she'd get. It looked like Mrs. P wasn't having enough fun.
Beth knew something was wrong, and she asked me.
"It's nothing," I replied.
"You keep getting horny while looking at my mom. "
I tried to keep my good boy down. "Uh... ," I stuttered. It was hard hearing that your girlfriend knows that you want to fuck her mother.
"So, do you?"