Living with Dad's Whore and Her Mom

Living with Dad's Whore and her Mom

My father's girlfriend, Vicky, is a whore and her mother, Veronica, is a whore, too.

My name is George and I'm 24-years-old. A name that I've grown to hate, my dad, Gerald, named me after his father, my grandfather. Instead of being named Gerald, Jr., which I hated, too, had I been named after my father, I'm George the II because my dad named me after my grandfather.

Successful in his career as a trucker, my grandfather lived a good and long life. Tired of driving a long-distance truck, he bought his own trucking company. Starting out small with only three trucks, he developed his long-haul business and has fifty trucks.

My grandfather was wealthy. When he died, he left everything to his only child, my dad. He left him his house, his trucking business, his cars, and his money. My father was rich.

As soon as my dad's father died, just before he inherited all of his property and money, not wanting to give anything to my bitch of a mother, my 48-year-old father divorced her. He divorced her for cheating on him with her neighbors, her co-workers, and men that she picked up at the bar. My mom was a cocksucking whore.

I discovered later that my father had a thing for whores, especially cocksucking whores. Inheriting his desire for a specific type of woman, I had a thing for whores, too. I loved women who loved to have sex.

Whores are more fun. Whores love sex. Whores suck cock. Like mother and father, like son, there's no better woman to have in your bed than a cocksucking whore.

Giving me a choice to stay with my mother or live with my dad, he invited me to move in with him, and his sexy, 28-year-old, new girlfriend, named Vicky. Better than living with my whore of a mother, she admonished me every time she caught me masturbating. Deliberately dick flashing her, I wanted my mother to see my naked, erect cock. I wanted her to catch me cumming.

Yet, I decided to live with my father. I'd have more fun with dad and his girlfriend than waiting for my mother to cum home drunk after having had sex with men. Even though my mother had sex with numerous men, seemingly, she didn't understand me wanting to have sex with myself. Perhaps, after deliberately dick flashing her my cock many times, she hoped that I'd have sex with her.

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My dad's girlfriend, Vicky, is hot. She's beautiful. She's 5' 7" tall, has long, dark, brown beautiful hair, a sexy body with a shapely ass and D cup breasts. Love at first sight, I love her. Only, she's not my woman. She belongs to my dad.

Besides, almost as good as having her as my girlfriend, if I moved from Massachusetts to California to live with him, my dad promised to buy me a new car, and he did. He bought me a brand new, grabber blue, 2024 Mustang GT with a six speed standard transmission, Recaro seats, and 19" wheels. I love my car nearly as much as I love Vicky.

Unbeknownst to me, unaware of it at the time, yet, something that I should have suspected, before she moved in with my dad, Vicky worked as a stripper and a part-time call girl. She removed her clothes for tips while dancing around a pole to music. She had sex with men for money. That's how they met. He met her at a strip club. The first time they had sex, he paid her to have sex with him.

Then, after my father was rich, with her no longer stripping or hooking now but, suffice to say, my dad's girlfriend was a whore and still is a whore. Once a whore, always a whore. Unable to help herself, she's a sexual teaser and an exhibitionist temptress.

She enjoys flashing her topless and naked body to unsuspecting men, and to me. Truly, I loved that about her. Especially when he's not home and working and I'm alone with her, I love seeing all that I shouldn't see of my dad's whore of a girlfriend. She gives me plenty to masturbate over while I imagine her having sex with me.

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Not a big leap to make, she doesn't have a filter. She doesn't think before she says what's on her mind. She's quick to put someone down with her sharp tongue and her choice of vulgar words. I should have guessed that she's a whore in the way that she dresses and by the way that she talks while making lewd suggestions and sexually inappropriate remarks.

Yet, I'm glad that she's a whore. Like father, like son, I like whores. I love being around my father's whore of a girlfriend. She's fun. She's funny. Never knowing that she's going to say and/or do, she always makes me laugh.

With her potty mouth, she always gives me an erection. Even though I continually dick flash my mother, in the way that I never masturbated over her, I'm always masturbating over Vicky while imagining her naked and her having forbidden sex with me. Only, even though she's a whore, she'd never have sex with me. Now that she's with my dad, she'd never cheat on him with me, his son. If she did, she'd find herself out the door.

If the way that she behaves and talks wasn't enough, lucky me, she continually walks around the house in front of me in her sexy, low-cut, sheer, and sexy nightgowns without having the modesty to wear a robe. The first time that I saw her in her sheer and sexy nightgown, I couldn't stop staring. I masturbated every night and every morning over seeing all that I shouldn't have seen of Vicky.

As if deliberately teasing me, she escalated her flashing. Whenever my dad is working and not home, no longer having to wonder what she looks like without her clothes numerous times. Something that my mother never did, Vicky emerges from her bedroom or from the bathroom in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked.

While making her exhibitionistic flashes appear accidental or unintentional, she deliberately sexually teases me. She shows me all that I should never see of my dad's girlfriend. I'm always staring at all that she's showing. Giving me more to masturbate over, I look forward to seeing her without her clothes. With her looking like a hot woman should look, I love her beautiful sexy and shapely body.

I've already seen her in her sexy nightgowns, in her low-cut bras and sheer, bikini panties, topless, and naked nearly every day. She has the best body with the shapeliest ass and the biggest breasts that I've ever seen. With her always making me horny and giving me an erection, I've lost count how many times that I've masturbated over my father's slut of a girlfriend while imagining having sex with her.

Alas, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, even though I've seen Vicky without her clothes lots of times, she'd never have sex with me. Now that she's with my dad and faithful to him, seemingly, she's a reformed whore. Only, just once, I'd love to have sex with her. She must be unbelievable in bed.

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Then tragically, taken away too early, three-years after I moved in with my dad, he died in a car crash. Drunk when he slammed into a tree, he died instantly. In his will he left me everything and left Vicky nothing. He left me his house, his trucking company, his cars, his stocks, his bonds, and his cash on hand. To say that I was rich was an understatement. I was an instant millionaire.

With him keeping his business affairs to himself, not knowing anything about his trucking business, not having any choice, I instructed his lawyer to sell it. Seemingly a good time to sell, his lawyer sold it for twelve-million-dollars. At 24-years-old, worth twenty-million, retired and no longer having to work, as long as I didn't party, gamble, take drugs, or foolishly give my money away to his whore of a girlfriend, I was set for life.

Our decision to make, it was left up to me and to Vicky, of course, if she should stay or leave. I hoped she would stay. With her not having any place to go, and no longer working as a stripper or doing prostitution, no longer wanting to be a stripper or a prostitute, she wanted to stay.

She asked if she could stay. As we always had a good time teasing one another and laughing, enjoying her company, curious how our new living arrangement would work out, I wanted her to stay, too. Then, as if putting frosting on the cake, surprising me, she made me a better offer.

"I'll be really good to you, Georgie, if you allow me to stay," she said, giving me a sexy smile, a naughty look, and a wink.

Not having to wonder what she meant by her sexy look, her naughty smile, and her wink, no doubt, with her finding me sexually attractive as much as I was sexually attracted to her, she'd give me sex. I'd love to finally have sex with my father's hot girlfriend. I'd love to kiss her, make out with her, and make love to her.

I only hoped that she wasn't leading me on just to stay in my house. I hoped that she was sincere and liked me. I hoped that she'd have sex with me. My dream came true having sex with my fantasy woman, I couldn't wait to have sex with Vicky.

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Vicky had already given me a nickname. She preferred calling me Georgie instead of George. I liked her nickname.

Of course, not imagining my life without her, I agreed and allowed her to stay. Who wouldn't? I hoped she'd continue flashing me by walking around the house in her sexy nightgowns, in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. Hoping beyond hope, I hoped she'd have sex with me.

I'd be crazy not to want to live with such a hot and sexy woman. She continued showing me what I loved seeing. She continued showing me her topless and naked body. Not wanting to look pathetically needy by asking her to have sex with me, I hoped that she'd have sex with me. I'd be nuts to ask someone who looked like and behaved like her to leave. Of course, I absolutely wanted her to stay and was happy when she did.

Not having a period of mourning, that first night after my father's funeral, no doubt, with him turning in his grave, she invited me to sleep with her in my father's bed. I slept with Vicky. I held her. I spoon her. I cuddled her.

Then, surprising me, she wanted to have sex with me, and I wanted to have sex with her. Suffice to write, we had sex. I had the best sex of my life.

She kissed me passionately. She kissed me as if she loved me. Never has any woman excited me with just her kisses.

I continued making out with her. I loved French kissing her. I felt her everywhere through her sheer and sexy nightgown. Then, removing our clothes, I fingered and licked her pussy. I ate her. I gave her an orgasm with my fingers and with my tongue. I love hearing and seeing her cum.

"Georgie," she said, pulling my hair. "Georgie. Oh, Georgie. Oh, my God, Georgie."

She pulled my hair harder. Then, putting her long, nailed, manicured hands on each side of her head, she rubbed my face all over her wet pussy. She gave me her version of a cum bath. I had her vaginal secretions everywhere, all over my face, in my hair, and up my nose.

"I'm cumming, Georgie. Vicky is cumming," she said referring to herself in the third person.

She humped my mouth with her pussy.

"Right there. That's it. Rub my clit harder. Lick me faster. I'm cumming, Georgie. I'm cumming," she said. "Eat me, Georgie. Lick my cunt."

She closed her eyes, stiffened her legs, and arched her back. Then, she fell silent while enjoying the afterglow of sex. I did it. I gave my father's whore of a girlfriend an orgasm.

I moved up next to her. As if she was my woman now, I put my arm around her shoulders and hugged her. I fondled her big breasts and fingered her erect nipples while kissing her. I loved her. I loved my father's whore. Hopefully now, she was my whore.

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Not taking long to enjoy the afterglow of sex, she mounted me.

"I need to feel your cock in my pussy. Make love to me, Georgie," she said whispering what she wanted in my ear.

She reached down between my legs, parted her vaginal lips with my cock, and inserted my prick in her pussy. Then, with a slow and loving hump, I was inside of her. I made slow, loving, and passionate love to her while kissing her, French kissing her.

Then, humping her faster and humping her harder, I fucked her. I fucked my father's girlfriend. I fucked Vicky. She returned my fast and hard humps with her fast and hard humps. My father's whore fucked me. Vicky fucked me.

Not allowing her to have all of the fun, I rolled me over and mounted her. I continued fucking her faster and harder. I really pounded her pussy. Then, she rolled me over and mounted me. As if she was a barrel racer at a rodeo, she sat on top of me as if I was her horse. She rode me as if I was her wild stallion.

Taking turns, I rolled her over and mounted her again. I returned her fast and hard humps with my fast and hard humps. Slamming my big dick in her wet and warm cunt, I pounded her pussy. I gave her the fucking over her life.

"Georgie! Georgia! On, my God, Georgie. Fuck me, Georgie. Fuck me. I'm cumming again," she said.

She returned my humps with her humps.

"Don't stop fucking me. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. I'm cumming, Georgie. I'm cumming," she said, falling silent again.

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Then, while watching her, as if a drumroll of sexual anticipation rumbled in my head, she moved halfway down the bed. She took my still erect prick in her hand. She kissed and licked my cock while stroking my prick. Then, while staring up at me, she took me in her mouth. She showed me my cock in her mouth.

Finally, she stroked me. She stroked me faster. She stroked me harder. She sucked me deeper. She blew me. My dad's girlfriend sucked my cock.

She continued stroking me faster. She continued stroking me harder. She continued sucking me deeper. She sucked my cock in the way that no woman has ever sucked my cock. She allowed me to cum in her beautiful mouth and she swallowed my cum.

"Oh, Georgie," she said. "I love your big dick. Your cock is so much bigger and harder than your father's prick. With him always drunk, he seldom got an erection. Then, when he did finally get an erection, unable to maintain it, he left me sexually unsatisfied," she said

She smiled up at me.

"I love stroking. I love sucking you. I love fucking you, Georgie," she said while smiling up at me.

If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she was even more beautiful when she smiled, especially when she smiled up at me with my cock in her mouth. Then, surprising myself, saying what I was thinking, I said something that I probably shouldn't have said.

"I love you, Vicky," I said.

I shocked myself as much as I shocked her by saying those three words. Then, with her full of surprises, she shocked me with what she said next.

"I love you, too, Georgie," she said with that smile.

She kissed me. She French kissed me. She continued making out with me while I touched and felt her naked body everywhere.

Unforgettable, something that I'll remember for the rest of my life, my first time having sex with my father's sexy girlfriend, I had unbelievable sex with his whore. We slept in his ten-thousand-dollar, Tempur-Pedic, Active Breeze adjustable bed. Whether it was the bed, Vicky, or both, that was the best sleep that I had in my life.

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Alas, not everything is wine and roses. I've learned early after my father divorced my whore of a mother that I had to take the good with the bad. Now that Vicky knew that she had me, now that I told her that I loved her, and she told me that she loved me, she took advantage of me. I braced myself for my father's whore controlling my life.

Telling me that it would help her through her grief, she asked if her mother could stay with us, too. Ready to say no but, before I made my rash decision, unable to believe my horny eyes, she showed me topless and naked photos of her whore of a mother. I couldn't believe that she not only had topless and naked photos of her mother but also that she showed them to me.

"Your mother is beautiful, Vicky. She has an unbelievable body for a mature woman. What's her name," I asked.

Vicky smiled while clearly proud of her mother.

"Veronica. Her name is Veronica. Yet, with my name Victoria and everyone calling me Vicky, everyone calls her Ronnie," she said.

'Wow,' I thought. 'She's an older and taller version of Vicky but with bigger tits. A real MILF, she's a mother that I'd love to fuck.'

After having seen her mother's sexually salacious photos, since I had a four bedroom, five bathroom house, I agreed for Vicky's mother to stay with us, too. Hoping that I'll be having sex with her mother, too, my sexual fantasy coming true, I'd love to have threesome sex with mother and daughter. Vicky's mother, Veronica, is 52-years-old. Never would I have guessed her age. She looked ten-years younger.

Veronica is a tall, 5' 9" tall, busty, a 38 double D cup, beautiful brunette with blue eyes. Thinking that I'd find a woman my age, marry her, and have children, I never thought I'd be living with my father's whore and her whore of a mother, too. Yet, with them both giving me sex anytime I wanted sex, I no longer masturbated. Rich and driving around in my new Mustang, while having sex with my dad's whore and her mother, I've never been as happy.

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As soon as her mother arrived, excited to meet her, I helped move her into the guest, ensuite bedroom. Like daughter, like mother, she was so pretty. She was so sexy. She was so shapely.

Then, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, Veronica walked around the house in her sexy, low-cut sheer and sexy nightgowns without wearing a robe. If it wasn't enough that I had seen Vicky as if she was naked, I was seeing her mother as if she was naked, too. If that wasn't enough, again, not shy, ashamed, or embarrassed, she walked around the house in her low-cut bra and in her sheer, bikini panties.

Without embarrassment or shame, again, like daughter, like mother, Veronica walked around the house topless, and naked, too. Proud of her sexy and shapely body, she enjoyed showing me what she looked like topless and naked as much as I enjoyed seeing her topless and naked. No longer having to masturbate while wondering what Vicky's mother looked like without her clothes, I already knew what Veronica looked like without her clothes.

Something that I didn't know but soon discovered, instead of stripping or having sex with men for money, Vicky worked as a webcam model. Her mother worked as a webcam model, too. Veronica is responsible for setting up her daughter with her own webcam site. When they weren't appearing barely dressed or topless on their webcam sites, they appeared together on a third webcam site as a mother and daughter modeling team.

With them earning more than two-hundred-thousand-dollars a year combined from their three webcam sites, they more than paid for their room and board. They could afford to buy their own house but they didn't. With us having no sexual boundaries, they'd rather continue living with me. I loved living with them.

I not only continued to sleep with and have sex with Vicky but also, I slept with and had sex with her mother, too. My perfect, sexual arrangement, when I wasn't having sex with Vicky, I had sex with Veronica. Not stopping there, sometimes, we had threesome sex, too. Thinking that I had died and gone to heaven, I had sex with mother and daughter and, as if they were starring on their webcam, they had sex with one another, too.

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One night, when I was having sex with her mother, Vicky entered my bedroom. One of her favorite, sexual positions, Veronica was sitting on my face while I was fingering and licking her pussy. As soon as Vicky entered my bedroom, she made herself comfortable between my thighs.

While I continued giving her mother oral sex, Vicky gave me oral sex. She stroked my prick while sucking my prick. She blew me while I ate her mother. Then, as soon as her mother had her orgasm, we switched.

"George! George," said her mother, preferring to call me George instead of Georgie. "I'm cumming," she said. "Mommy is coming."