"Your dad said to thank you for him for what you did," Donna relayed. George hadn't had the slightest doubt, so she re-thought her own concerns. However, she reminded herself that he didn't know all that she knew about the teens. On the other hand, Mark certainly did look delicious sitting there with an obvious hard on. Was that for her or Kendall, who was next to him showing a lot of thigh and cleavage. Good god, woman, get hold of yourself, ogling over a teenage boy and jealous of your own daughter.
Mark merely shrugged and smiled.
Kendall knew the look on her mother's face. The woman was out of her mind with desire. Maybe there was a way to profit from this. "Want to join us, mom?"
"What are you guys doing?"
"Just talking."
Donna shrugged to mask her eagerness. "Well, okay." She intentionally walked around squeezing between the coffee table and the sofa having to step high over Mark's legs and giving him quite a view of her own. When she sat on the opposite side of him from Kendall and crossed her legs, the stretch material of her dress retracted and exposed considerable thigh.
What a predicament Mark found himself in: sandwiched between two gorgeous women—mother and daughter, to boot—both exuding such raw sexuality that he felt as though his cock was ten times it's usual erection size. He feared it would rip right through his pants. It made such a bulge there was no way Donna hadn't noticed it.
Kendall was amused by her mother's display. She would have thought it was pathetic, but the teen was cut from the same cloth and knew she inherited her mother's intense sexual drive, and because of that, understood how desperate her parent could become when overwhelmed by sexual desire.
"So, bring me up to speed on the conversation," Donna asked, trying to contain herself.
"Mark was telling me about this club for people under 21 that doesn't serve alcohol." As Kendall told her mother about the club from her own experience, but as though it was what Mark had told her, all the while, she watched the older woman's eyes fixed on the mound in his pants. In spite of the oddity and awkwardness of the situation, the fact that there were two hot women in Kendall and her mother and one virile guy made the fantasies in the teen's mind come alive, operative word being "come." The issue now was how to manipulate and control the situation.
"So, are you two planning any more 'study' sessions?" Donna asked, emphasizing "study."
There was no mistaking the double-entendre. What Kendall wondered, now knowing about the pictures, was whether her mother was just toying, fishing or . . . something else? The teen decided to lob her own volley. "I don't think I can get enough of that. I definitely need it." She gave the woman a knowing look. "The sooner the better."
"I know the feeling," Donna concurred.
The short hairs on the back of Mark's neck were standing up. Of course, he didn't know that Donna knew about their "study" session, but he was smart enough to figure out that Kendall was sending him a coded message. However, it was difficult to focus on the conversation because his mind was hallucinating with threesome possibilities involving these gorgeous creatures. It occurred to him that it might be time to beat a hasty retreat; otherwise he might go nuts. As it was, the thoughts he was entertaining were certainly suicidal.
"So, what do you think, Mark?" Donna asked, uncrossing her leg, the knit material again retreating up her thigh.
His eyes snapped up from Donna's smooth, shiny legs to her bewitching deep blue eyes. Just as he feared, he had zoned out and lost track of the discussion. He had no idea if they were still talking about studying or if they had moved on to something else.
Donna leaned in closer, further complicating the situation by affording him a better view down the v-neck of her dress. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
More like pussy got my mind, Mark thought wryly.
This might be the right segue way, Kendall reckoned. "I think he's just overwhelmed."
"What do you mean?" Donna asked.
"Well, here he is sitting between two beautiful women and it might be more than he can handle. Is it, Mark?" she asked, patting him on his chest, then ever so casually allowing her hand to drop to his lap. "Oh, my," she said in her innocent little schoolgirl voice, "what's
that
?" Kendall then reached out and took her mom's hand.
Now, was the moment of truth, Donna realized. She'd been fantasizing and playing these little mind games with herself about Mark. But as her daughter guided her hand, she had to decide how far she wanted this to go, even as her eyes locked on the bulge in his pants and her mind pictured his cock underneath from her memory of the other day, she . . .
contact
.
It pulsed beneath her palm. She looked up sharply at her daughter who was smiling at her, Kendall's hand resting atop her mother's. Without thinking, Donna spread her fingers allowing her daughter's digits to interlock, and the latter gently moved their hands along the length of this seemingly massive rod. Mother's breathing quickened.
Having no ideas where this was leading or what they might be getting into,
or
the ramifications of it all, Mark was too far into a lustful daze to know, care or be concerned. His head merely flopped back on the sofa.
In a calculated move, as Kendall eased their hands back up, her finger latched onto Mark's zipper and dragged it down. An anticipatory sigh escaped her mother's lips. On the trip back up, daughter withdrew her fingers causing her mom's to close together where they were directed inside his pants.
Donna's pussy was awash; Kendall's not much drier. Now the teen could not drag the older woman's hand down. It felt the wet spot in Mark's boxers and wanted to enjoy it.
As both women were somewhat leaning over, Mark put his arms around them, eliciting moans from them. Kendall wormed her free hand to his waist where she unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, the flaps springing open. Her hand now unencumbered, Donna instantly grasped the elastic waistband of his drawers and pulled them down as far as she could, then lifted his rigid pole like the marines at Iwo Jima.
Donna was losing control of herself, but with a throbbing dick in her hand, she didn't care. She wanted to devour it, so overcome with lust was she, but she hadn't completely gone off the deep end. She looked up at her daughter with a questioning expression. Kendall leaned forward giving her mother a passionate kiss, which nearly caused Mark to blow a nut.
"It's yours, mom. Go for it."
Throwing all caution to the wind, Donna bent down and licked the tip of Mark's cock around the peehole with one swipe of her tongue, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed, and then looked at her daughter, who leaned over for a bird's eye view. Still smiling her encouragement, Kendall nodded once for her mother to continue. The older woman's lips encircled the head and closed around the rim sucking the head as though it was a piece of candy, which in her mind, it was. Next her mouth went down as far as the end of the glans, her tongue pressing that sensitive area on the underside below the cleft of the mushroom head. To both teens' eager eyes, mother repeated these actions several times.
Wide-eyed with anticipation, Kendall knelt on the floor and tugged Mark's jeans and underpants down around his ankles. Her mother then cupped his balls as she continued her expert mouth action, finally taking his entire length into her mouth and throat.
Mark threw his head back and moaned, then hesitantly put his hand on Donna's back. He glanced at Kendall to get a reaction, but she was intently watching her mother's expert blow job. And expert it was. She was covering every inch of his rod with every part of her mouth, lips and tongue.
"You're so good at that!" Kendall noted with glowing admiration.
Donna just looked up and smiled with a mouthful of cock. She held it straight up and said, "You try."
With raised eyebrows, Kendall swooped in and mimicked her mother's actions. Mark thought he might go out of his mind having two women sucking him. After a minute or so, the teen held his cock straight up, then tilted it toward Donna who licked the head as if it was a Popsicle. The daughter took her turn again before once more offering to the older woman. The two kept this up for several minutes. Finally, Donna moved down to suck on Mark's balls while Kendall continued to concentrate on the shaft.
Mark was powerless to do anything but revel in the euphoria; however, he was very close to spouting. And when the ladies simultaneously rubbed their lips up and down his pole, the volcano erupted, spewing hot, molten cum straight up into the air. Looking up at the unexpected blast placed the women's faces in perfect position to be rained on. Both licked up what they could from their own faces before taking turns cleaning what remain off the other.
The erotic scene prevented Mark from losing his erection. Seeing this, Donna instantly hiked up her dress, ripped off her panties and straddled his lap. Already one step ahead of her, Kendall grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and used the other to smear the residual cum all over his shaft—not that she thought her mother needed the extra lubrication; undoubtedly, the older woman was wet enough—then guided his tool into her parent's eager pussy.
