Weekends were for a few things: parties, dates, booty calls, and sleep over's. The large suburban castle that my father had purchased with his six figure salary was often the host of these sleep over's. However, since that fateful day in the locker rooms, my relationship with my mother had changed. It hadn't even been a month since the first locker room and we had found our way there again, surrounded by those five fabulous cocks and after being showered in cum we finished each other. Something a mother and daughter generally didn't do. But we couldn't stop. We knew it was morally considered wrong, but tasting my own mother's pussy shot electricity through me that nothing else could replicate.
It started with only doing it after the gangbangs, telling ourselves that after something like that we were just caught up in the moment and needed any release we could get. That façade fell away when one day while at home after school I caught my mother grinding against the dryer in the basement as it vibrated. After about five seconds of staring at each other we were in my parents' bed fingering each other. My lips smashed against hers until I got her top off and latched onto her breast. We ate each other out, grinded and mimed fucking while having each other's fingers deep in the other until we ended up cumming all over the bed.
Changing the sheets brought a serious talk about our new relationship. I understood how I felt. I loved my mom and she loved me, but we were just using each other to feel good. And we were okay with that. This talk took us to my mother's adulterous second love life. And how many people she's been with. The number surprised me, but from how calmly she talked about it I felt as though my father and she had an understanding. And God knows they still went at it. Every once in a while I would hear them fucking from my room all the way at the other end of the hall.
But it was this episode that made it hard for me to invite my friends over. Our newfound lust for each other consumed us both whenever we found ourselves alone, and sometimes not even then. My father was doing work in bed, thinking my mother was cleaning the kitchen. She instead had her face in my crotch as I sat on the kitchen counter, pulling on my own tits. We knew that a sleep over would only exacerbate things, especially with the wine drinking that always occurred.
However, my best friend in the whole world pushed and pushed and at the end of my week, Jaime was coming over to my house to sleep over. She was a firecracker, a five foot tall black girl, with 34D tits. She had been hounding me to let her come over so we could talk in detail about all the sexcapades we'd had. I only mentioned to her my times in the locker room, not going into too much detail. I certainly never told her about my mother and I's grand finale.
"Come on Lizzy!" She groaned as I pulled into my driveway. I glanced over, a sly smirk. "How many did you do at once? What holes were they fucking?" She gasped, a kid in a candy store, "Where did they cum?"
"Jesus, Jaime..." I chuckled. I turned the car off and hopped out of the driver's seat. She followed whining.
"Don't leave me hanging."
I sighed and offered this nugget of information, "I was never fully stuffed. I always had a hole free."
"Which hole?"
I smirked and walked into my house. "It kept changing." I told her. And it was the truth; every time I and my mom were there I never let them stuff me full like they did to her. But I did let them have fun with whatever two holes they wanted. Jaime regarded my answer with a smile; I imagine she was picturing me in the locker room at the very second.
I opened the door, "We're home." I called out, emphasizing the 'we' aspect. My mother popped her head into the hallway from the kitchen, a puzzled look on her face. No doubt she expected us to immediately get down to business. Her face brightened immediately when she saw Jaime.
"Oh, Jaime! It's been so long since you were over here!" She said happily and ran from the kitchen to hug my friend. Her tits bounced from not wear a bra, something she's taken to doing since we had started our incestuous affair. Jaime hugged her with less enthusiasm.
"Believe me, I've tried..." Jaime said, more to me than my mother.
I rolled my eyes as my mother let go of Jaime. "Well you are welcome whenever you want." She said, in the way only a mother can, then hopped back to the kitchen. "Stay for dinner! We're having chicken breast." She called as she disappeared back into the kitchen.
Jaime practically dragged me upstairs into my room as soon as my mother disappeared back into the kitchen. She flopped on the bed and sighed, "Finally! Some peace." She glanced up at me a moment and smirked. "Let's talk about boys and watch porn."
I sighed and cracked a grin. She hadn't changed at all since she was last here. I crawled onto the bed and turned on my laptop. "What about homework?" I suggested. Wilson was no longer even attempting to teach me math, instead choosing to fuck me senseless between rows of books for an hour. I was falling behind and while porn and boy talk was enticing, I had other things to worry about.
"Porn!" She happily argued. Jaime clapped her hands as she plugged her laptop into my television. I shook my head, smiling as I opened up Word on my computer. I glanced up at the TV and saw my best friend search for lesbian porn. I laughed as she picked a video and she looked back at me. "What? I love watching girls get each other off." She said and moved so she was sitting next to me on the bed. "Now tell me about the gangbang!"
"No, Jaime! It was just a bunch of dicks."
"Yeah, but I bet it felt hot to have all those bodies around you wanting to just touch you more..." She had a dreamy look on her face.
