Note from the author:
Greetings everyone! This story marks my 25th story that has been published to Literotica! It's been quite the journey from that very first story, all the way up to this one! I wanted to personally say thanks for reading the various stories over the past couple of years, it's much appreciated!
This genre/style of writing isn't for everyone, and that's fine. For those of you that have enjoyed reading my various stories over the years, THANK YOU!
The story you are about to read is part 4 of the 'My Best Friend's Mom' series. Enjoy!
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The date was April 15th. It was a special date for two reasons. It was Good Friday, the start of the Easter bank holiday weekend. It was also the wedding anniversary of Debbie and Peter Hoops.
They had been married for 10 years today.
With the Easter bank holiday weekend ahead of them, the Hoops family had organised a weekend getaway to Brackney Hall, a stately home in the country that had been converted into a hotel, in order to celebrate the 10 year milestone.
A number of friends and extended family had been invited, and the list of those who had RSVP'd as 'Yes' was a good amount.
Debbie and Peter, obviously. Their son Simon and their daughter Amy. Debbie's sister, Rachael and her wife Emma were at the Hall. There were also Debbie's parents, Mike and Sylvia. And Peter's side of the family too, his mother and father, John and Lucy.
That was it for immediate family, but the extended members included Simon's uncle Davey and his family, who had flown in from Australia. A couple of cousins - Angie, Robert and Crystal - who only seemed to pop up a couple of times a year were also at the Hall for the celebrations.
Both Debbie and Peter had invited a number of their friends and work colleagues too. Debbie's best friend, Agatha, had helped organise the whole trip, so she had been coming from the beginning. Gerald, Harry P, Harry S, Christie, Nigella and Sarah had all accepted the invitation.
As you can see, Brackney Hall was full to the brim with guests.
A taxi pulled up outside the main entrance and Jack Cooper got out of the car. As Simon's best friend, he had invited Jack to the celebrations, who had gladly accepted.
Jack got his suitcase from the boot of the taxi, paid the driver and then made his way into the hotel.
He reached the check-in desk and gave his name. The receptionist was a gorgeous blonde called Tiffany. "Do you have a boyfriend, Tiffany?"
The blonde blushed, hesitated for a second and then said "I don't."
"Well, that is a crime. You are a stunner."
Her smile grew wider, "You're not so bad yourself. Although I think I'm too old for you."
Jack smiled back, "You'd be surprised."
Tiffany let out a barely-audible giggle, "So, here's your room key. You're in 234. Now, because there's so many of you here for the event, everyone is scattered throughout the Hall so we've just placed you wherever we had availability. Doesn't look like anyone requested a specific room."
Jack winked at the blonde, said thanks, took the room key and turned.
The Hall was of a good size: the entranceway was fairly large and had a huge staircase to the back. The Hall itself was made up of three floors: the ground, homing the entrance, the tea room, the events hall and the kitchens. The first and second floors were where the guest rooms could be found.
Simon came rushing down the stairs, over to his friend. "Hey buddy."
"Hey man. Nice place this."
"Yeah it's not bad is it?" laughed Simon, "what room did you get?"
"234."
"I'm in 309. Mom and Dad are in 314, Aunt Rachael is in 211 and then we've got everyone else all over the place." said Simon, "We've packed the place out. There's a few of the extended family here, don't see them much. There's a load of Mom and Dad's friends here too, some from work I think."
"Plenty of folks then."
"Yep." replied Simon, "Anyway, I was just off to have a walk around the gardens. I'll let you get settled in and then will catch up with you in a bit."
"Yeah, nice one." replied Jack
The two friends parted and Jack climbed the stairs, walked along the corridor until he arrived at room 234. The room was nice and spacious, plenty of storage space and a massive double bed.
Jack spent a little bit of time unpacking his suitcase, hung his clothes in the wardrobe and laid down on the bed for 5 minutes.
Time passed and Jack decided that before meeting up with Simon, he would have an exploration of his own. It had been ages since he'd seen everyone, so a catch up was required. He chuckled to himself and made his way over to room 211.
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Jack knocked on the door. A couple of seconds later he was greeted by a familiar face but one he had only seen briefly: Emma. Rachael's wife.
"Hello Jack." said the blonde. Her voice was cold towards him,
"Hi Emma, how are you?" replied Jack
"Oh, I'm fine, thanks for asking."
"And Rachael?" asked Jack
"She's doing okay. Well, okay as she can be after you fucked her."
"She told you then?" replied Jack
"She told me everything. About you, how you fucked her and then-then how you came inside her. Not to mention you fucking Debbie. And the photos."
Jack quickly shook his head, "No, I got rid of those photos. Everything. Look." and he pulled out his phone, "I'll show you." and he turned it to face Emma. Instead of a gallery however, she was greeted with the MindApp application.
The blonde stood there. She didn't have a stern look on her face anymore. She seemed calm and collected. On the inside though, her stomach was doing somersaults.
"Why don't you sit yourself down on that bed?" said Jack.
Emma wanted to scream, to stop herself from walking but she couldn't. She turned and walked over to the double bed that was situated in the middle of the room. She sat down, facing Jack at the door.
He walked into the room and closed the door quietly behind him.
Jack could hear the shower in the en-suite. Rachael has obviously jumped in to freshen up.
Emma was looking Jack in the eyes and he was looking back. The last time Jack had seen Emma, she had long blonde hair and was, to Jack's mind, fairly petite. Now however, she was sporting shorter hair, a little shorter than shoulder length.
The blonde had also had a boobjob. Jack didn't know her exact cup size before but she was certainly bigger. He knew that Debbie was a 38E so he guessed that Emma was around a 36D.
She was wearing a white, buttoned shirt. A black skirt and tights. She looked hot.
Jack unbuttoned his jeans and undid his belt before taking them off and throwing them on the floor.
Emma could simply stare, unable to stop herself as Jack undressed. He chucked his underpants on top of his jeans and smiled.
If Emma's eyes could have widened, they would have. Just like her busty wife, she couldn't believe this was happening.
"Grab my cock and jerk it." said Jack
Emma obeyed and her right arm shot out. She took Jack's cock in her hand. He was semi-hard at 6 inches. Once Emma grabbed his cock, she felt it harden fully. She simply stared as she began to jerk off his 8-inch cock.
Jack sighed with pleasure as the busty blonde moved her hand up and down. Emma noted that his cock was girthy as well as long, which made things a little more difficult.
"Play with my balls." said Jack
As Emma continued to jerk off Jack in her right hand, her left came up and caressed his balls. They were massive. Emma playfully squeezed them before fondling them, not applying too much pressure.
After a minute of watching Emma jerk him off, Jack stopped her and her arms went back down to her side.
"Let's try something else, shall we?" Jack said, his voice was playful.
Grabbing the base of his cock in one hand, he grabbed the back of Emma's neck with the other and bent her forwards slightly. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed when she felt Jack slide his cock into her mouth.
Like all the other women, Emma's mouth was wet and warm and made Jack sigh with pleasure. He bobbed Emma's head back and forth as he made her suck his cock.
Emma was disgusted. Her mind was full of 'what the fuck' and 'how dare he'. She had been with one boy in her entire life, but that was when she was much younger. Her jaw was opened wide to fit Jack's cock in her mouth and she was uncomfortable.
Jack continued to bob Emma's head back and forth for another minute before pulling his cock out of her mouth and slapping her lips.
"You're a good little cocksucker for a lesbian Emma. Your mouth is amazing."
Jack slid his cock back into Emma's mouth but didn't bob her head. Emma was relieved for the first couple of seconds but then her heart began to race as she felt Jack pull her head further forwards.
Jack's cock hit the back of Emma's throat. Her nose was resting at the base of his cock. She had taken all 8 inches into her mouth. Jack pushed past and shoved his cock into her throat.
Emma couldn't do anything. She couldn't even gag. Her eyes began to water as Jack kept her in position, his cock buried in her throat.
Both hands on the top of her head, Jack thrust forwards a little, fucking Emma's throat slightly. The blond wanted to scream, to tell him she was choking on his cock but no sound escaped.
Another small thrust and Jack pulled his cock out of Emma's throat, giving her the opportunity to take in as much air as she could.
Seconds later, Jack grabbed her head again and held it in place as he shoved his cock back into her mouth. Instead of wasting time bobbing the busty blonde's head back and forth, he kept her still.
Jack began to thrust back and forth, his cock sliding forwards and back in her mouth. The 20-year-old told her to use her tongue. Emma couldn't stop herself and began to swirl her tongue around his thick cock.
