All characters in this story that are involved in explicitly described sexual situations are defined as being 18 years of age or greater. This includes but is not limited to talking explicitly about sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fantasizing, masturbation, and graphic sexualized descriptions, in addition to actual sexual intercourse. This also includes explicit flashbacks or past remembrances.
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My name is Jason Ardmore Jackson, JJ to everyone. I was watching my mother and her friends sitting at the kitchen table. It was "Hen Night", as my father called it. Every Friday night my mom and her friends would get together to drink wine and gossip while playing cards. I liked to hang around, keeping their wine glasses full if they came close to being empty. My mind always racing with fantasies of which one of these hot women would be in my bed tonight. Every Friday night I masturbated, fantasizing about fucking one of these beautiful ladies.
First, there was Mrs. Traxler. Mrs. T was in her early thirties, beautiful rack and in my mind a body built to fuck. Her body reminded me of a certain actress with a last name of Hendricks. I could picture her long blonde hair spread out on my pillow as I lay between her thighs. I sure wanted to drive my cock into her wet pussy. Her husband was a airline pilot and was away most of the time. I had overheard her telling the other women that she was child barren. I had to Google that to know the meaning.
There was Mrs. Garcia. Mrs. G was in her forties, it was hard for me to tell exactly. She oozed with smoldering Latina sex. She was hot and I mean hot. I was able to dance with her once at a wedding. My thigh burned when she rubbed her pussy on me. That was the only time I was that close to her.
Mrs. Olsen was sitting across from my mom. Her Swedish features a treat for my eyes. Her body was tall and thin. Her hips almost boyish like. Her boobs, maybe a B at best, but her large nipples were always hard. Pushing against her blouse, I would give my left nut to suck on those. Mrs. O kept us well supplied with her delicious Swedish Meatballs and gravy. I think she was the youngest of the women. I heard her once say she was twenty eight. She had no children and she was separated from her husband. I could envision those long legs spread wide as I fucked her.
Mrs. Louden was the last lady in the group. Her fire red hair turned me on to no end. She reeked of sex and if I were to fuck her, my life would be complete. Mrs. L was also in her thirties. She was a model in her younger days and periodically acted in local TV ads. Whenever I heard one of her commercials on TV, I rushed to watch her. I noticed she got my dad's attention also.
So who would be the lucky lady tonight? Mrs. T? Mrs. G? Mrs. O? Or last but not least, Mrs. L? I wouldn't know until I was between my sheets with my hand on my hard cock.
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My father is a Pediatrician, working at his local clinic. My father met my mother during his last year in med school. My mom was at a party and they danced together and the sparks flew, anyhow, that's what my mom says. She was eighteen and he was in his mid-twenty's. I heard that Grandpa and Grandma weren't very happy with the age difference. They didn't have a problem with Dad being African-American though. Having a future MD in the family kind of made it easier for them to accept the age difference. Mom was nineteen when they married. I was born four months after their wedding. I have my mother's white facial features and a lighter shade of my father's skin color. They both love me very much and I love them to pieces too.
I grew up to be a tall young man. I'm six foot three and weigh in around one seventy five. I played both basketball and football in high school. Being one of the school's quarterbacks helped with the girls. I listened to the older boys, always talking about how they fucked Susie or Elaine or whoever. I thought they were crazy, why would a girl want to go out with, much less fuck a blabber mouth. It didn't make sense to me.
I was eighteen when I lost my virginity. The girl was a senior, as was I. Fucking her felt good and we did it a few more times. When she started talking about being in love with me, I ended the relationship. I had plans to go to college and a steady girlfriend was not in my plans. I dated a few more girls, but that was all. Just a date and having fun, getting laid now and then. The girls trusted me to not "Kiss and Tell."
I became a somewhat alpha male during my senior year. If I was attracted to a girl, I let her know that I wanted her. She knew I would be fucking her on our first date. It was their choice, most of the time they would accept. I kept honing my skills I until I thought I had it perfected.
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It was Friday night and the ladies were back in the kitchen again playing cards. They were having a great time and the wine was flowing. Fantasy fucking wasn't working for me that night, I needed some real pussy. For some reason Mrs. O was turning me on to no end. I wanted to fuck that skinny body of hers until she cried "Uncle". No bra and a tight tank top drove me over the top. I had to have her, I had to suck on those nipples and come in her pussy. I was on a mission that night.
I filled her wine glass quite a few times, she was getting a little tipsy. All the ladies were a little tipsy including my mom. When Mrs. O got up to use the bathroom, I waited in the hallway. I heard the toilet flush, she would be out soon. When I heard the doorknob turn, I started walking fast towards the door. Mrs. O stepped out right in front of me and I collided with her. She started to fall and I caught her. I held her tight in my arms.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, but didn't release my hold on her.
I was looking right into her eyes, I'm sure she saw the lust I had for her.
"It's okay," she whispered. "At least you caught me in your strong arms. My my, you are a handsome young man. I've never been this close to you before."
She made no effort to have me release her. I pulled her against me and again no resistance from her. She looked directly into my eyes as her arms went around my neck. Our lips were inches apart.
"You are a beautiful woman, I would love to have you in my bed."
I kissed her and she kissed me back. The kiss was tender and her tongue was searching.
"I was wondering how long it would be before you made a move on me. I've been watching you and I see how you look at us women. I have a distinct feeling that you want to fuck us all. What made you pick me first?"
"How do you know you're first? I asked her. "Maybe the first was someone else."
"It doesn't matter to me to be first or not. I know you want to fuck me. We all know you want to fuck us. The only one who is maybe in the dark is your mother and we will never tell her. How does it feel to know you have four mature women who want to bed you, who fantasize about you?"
Before I answered her, I opened the front of her shorts and slipped my hand down into her panties. My middle finger found her bare slit and she was wet, very wet. I kissed her as I slid my finger into her pussy. She let a little moan fall upon my ear. Her delicate hand caressing my semi-hard cock.
"It feels great knowing you four want to fuck me. I'm going to fuck everyone of you, starting with you. What time do you want me to come to your house?"
"Better yet, let me handle this," She said. "I have to get back or they will think something is amiss."
She left me standing there as she zipped up and buttoned her shorts. She smiled when she saw me sucking my middle finger, the one that had just been in her pussy. She walked down the hallway and back into the kitchen. I heard her and the women laughing as they resumed playing cards. I on the other hand waited a good ten minutes before I went back into the kitchen. I was carrying two more bottles of wine.
"I wondered where you went off to," my Mom said. "Pull the cork on one of those and pour us another glass, please."
