Cara woke up from her sleep, her panties soaked, her hairbrush caked with cum, she pulled the sheet closer and hugged herself before slipping out of bed.
Looking at the base sheet, she gasped at the huge wet puddle she'd made, and grinned to herself. She couldn't see Carl complaining for a second.
Slipping into a fresh pair of pink panties and matching bra, she slipped on a summer dress and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. She was parched.
Carl was already at the kitchen table, studying her Maths paper.
"How's it going?" She asked him airily.
He didn't reply.
"Oh don't sulk, you know you shouldn't come into a girls room when she's......busy."
"Well it was never an issue before was it?" he snapped.
"Oh don't be such a bitch."
"Don't call me a bitch!"
"Well try behaving like a guy more," she snapped back herself, "instead of a wannabe."
"What do you mean, a wannabe?"
"A wannabe guy, and what's that you've got all down your tee-shirt?"
"Nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing and your chin and face is all stained too, have you dribbled milk shake all down you, you big baby!" she laughed.
"Just piss off will you." He almost cried and fled from the room.
Cara smiled to herself. He'll have a shock if he gets into or sits on that bed.
Oh God what is happening here, wept Carl as he threw himself on his bed. An hour later and even after brushing his teeth he could still taste cum and needed to get out of these cum stained and scented clothes.
How could he have fed from his mother's pussy? How could he have drunk another couples love juices? And worse still, drank another man's spunk? He couldn't forget his mother giggling as he choked on the contents of her snatch, or the way she'd later used his face, rubbing her clit hard against his forehead until she came again, her cunny juices trickling into his enveloped nostrils while the lovers kissed and cuddled, his massive cock bumping against his head. It might've been worse he supposed, it could have been in his mouth.
So why did his cock jump to attention at the thought of Bart being in his mouth?
Cara was horny. When her mom came back from the shops she was still horny, and the thought of her mother's hardly restrained tits earlier made her feel weird, all tingly inside somehow. And this place stunk of sex, she'd gone to open a window earlier, after Carl had stormed out, but she decided instead to sit back, read a magazine and allow the scent to envelope her until the urge in her pussy became so great that she had to go to her mother and Bart's room to survey the damage.
The bed was a mess, the sheet rucked up against the head board, heavy stains on the base sheet and dampness when she lay her palm on the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she chewed on her bottom lip as she picked up a magazine from a stack under the picture gallery of white women the stud had sellotaped to his wall.
Wow, nearly all of them were blonde and if she wasn't mistaken, they weren't all clipped from mag's or newspapers. Even better, some showed him inside their lucky pussies or stretching their mouths taut around his purple glans and Cara took a sharp intake of breath as she spotted her mother in action in one pic', wallowing in his heavy cum-load that had sprayed her face, matted her eyelashes and hung in ropes off her chin. Cara's pussy began to ache some more.
Lying back on the damp mattress, Cara lost herself in the sexy images around her, imagining the pleasure and shock of the women in those photographs as they were introduced to his huge length. Cara had never seen a cock so long and yet so muscular, and closing her eyes, she slipped her hand down into her panty-band and stroked her still tender love lips within, hooking her middle finger and inserting it into the still gooey hole as she rubbed the stiff nub of clitoris with her thumb. The guys in these books were so amazing too. All the different positions they got the women into. Cara's pussy juices trickled down to join the others on the mattress as a slow-burn orgasm pulsed through her.
On the way home from shopping, Pam and Bart stopped by to see Gil, another guy from the gym they both knew. Pam was pleased to see Lee there too, she'd had a tiny crush on him ever since he'd helped her with the weights, help that included his hands on her ass and tits. Comically, another woman much less blessed than she, had been waiting for a while for tutelage, but had had to go and work on some other machines as he'd brushed her off, eventually getting the picture that the trainer had his hands full with Pamela, the woman had stomped off to a gale of laughter.
He mentioned it as they sat drinking a beer that she woman had gone to complain to the head trainer, Bart. Bart had sworn he would have a word with his staff, and he had, taking Pam away from Lee and back to his office, where he'd stripped her and worked up a good sweat on her tempting curves.
With the atmosphere in Gil's place beginning to get a little heavy, Pam needed to get their minds off her 'big tits' that had become the subject of the conversation, and were even jiggled by Gil with no dissent from Bart, so she desperately announced that she had bought steaks and beer aplenty and invited the guys over for the evening and to meet her kids. Unfortunately for the kids, they would have the biggest surprise of their lives.
Cara was woken with a start by Carl, who was stood looking hungrily at her body.
"What are you doing again!" she squealed.
"It's just.......I don't know, I just don't know what's happening to us." He spluttered. "I mean, look at you, you shouted at me yet you're lying in mom's bed still stroking yourself."
Cara suddenly realised he was right. Frowning, she found that though she knew she should be covering up, she was actually more interested in nurturing another orgasm that was growing from the butterflies inside her flat tummy.
Carl came to the bed and sat beside her, stroking her smooth tanned thigh as the overwhelming scent of sex assaulted his nostrils once more and his synapses fired that message to his loins.
Cara, her own mind twisted by desire, decided to have some fun.
"You'd like to kiss me down there wouldn't you?" she pouted, coaxing the answer she wanted from him immediately.
