It had just turned 5pm and Charlotte Price had finished work. It was a boring job -- an office assistant in a large law firm. As always, she had spent the day looking over spreadsheets, answering calls and helping her boss -- the managing director -- with his day-to-day tasks like booking hotels and confirming RSVPs.
It took a little longer to get home that night due to some roadworks happening in the city. Rather than taking 20 minutes to get home, it had taken half an hour. Charlotte pulled up on her drive, parked up, turned the engine off and got out.
As she closed the door, she caught a reflection of herself in the window: Tall, slim and curvy. Her long, black hair was in a ponytail and her thick, black glasses rested on her nose. As always, she was wearing a white shirt. On top of that was her blazer, but she never bothered to fasten that up. She was also wearing a thick belt with a golden buckle, a shirt that fell just below her knees and her usual high-heels. She turned slightly and admired herself. Her ass looked great in the tight skirt and her 34E breasts were hardly contained by her shirt as it strained to keep them covered.
Considering she was 40, she looked more like 30. I look great, she thought.
Smiling, she left the car and walked over to the front door. She put the key in the lock and turned. To her surprise, there was no clicking sound. How strange, she thought. She tried the door handle and the door swung open. It was already open.
Confused, she stepped inside her house and closed the door behind her. Perhaps Jess had popped round whilst she was still driving home. "Hello? Jessica are you in?" But there was no reply.
Walking into the living room, Charlotte dropped her keys onto the coffee table and dropped down onto the sofa. She was tired. There was only one thing she needed right now and that was a glass of red wine.
Getting back up from the sofa, she walked over to a small mini-bar that was installed in the corner of the room. She grabbed a glass and pulled a bottle of wine out of the small refrigerator at the bottom of the bar. Poured herself a glass and took a sip. Fantastic.
She came to the conclusion that she must have forgotten to lock the front door this morning before heading to work. She lived in a quiet area, more towards the outskirts of the city rather than being right in the middle of the hustle and bustle, so she had a pretty strong feeling that no-one would have tried to rob the place.
--There was a loud bang upstairs.
Charlotte spun around and nearly dropped her glass. She looked up towards the ceiling. Placing the glass on top of the bar, she walked over to the door, peaked around and looked up the stairs.
She strained to listen. There was a shuffling noise. Maybe there was someone here after all! "Hello!" Charlotte called again, "Who's there? Jessica?" Again, there came no reply.
But there was definitely someone up there. It sounded like someone was moving across a room. Footsteps and shuffling. She was sure of it. There was only one thing to do: go upstairs and check herself.
As Charlotte climbed the stairs, the sounds she heard became louder, or at least clearer to her. She reached the landing and looked around. The noise wasn't coming from the first bedroom, neither was it coming from the second. She walked forwards and looked into the bathroom. There was nothing there.
Suddenly there was a noise that sounded like a mouse. It was a squeal or a squeak and Charlotte snapped her head around. The noise was coming from her bedroom. Taking small steps as quietly as she could, she got to her bedroom door. It was closed so she put her ear to it and tried to listen.
There was definitely someone in there. Perhaps more than one. She could hear ragged breathing, feet moving against the laminated flooring and one other sound she couldn't quite make out.
She took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside the room.
Her eyes went wide and she stopped, frozen on the spot.
There, on the other side of the room, was her daughter, Jessica. The 20-year-old was on her knees, naked, and was slurping as she was roughly facefucked by a slim, tall man with short, blonde hair. Her 32DD tits bounced around as she was pulled back and forth.
Charlotte moved her eyes. She could see that the man's cock was big. It must have been 8-inches, perhaps a little more.
That wasn't all, however. As there was a second man. A similar build to the first but with slightly longer hair which was dark brown in colour. He was stood at the other side of Jessica, her hand around his hard cock, jerking him off. The dark-haired man had a slightly smaller cock, around 7-inches.
Charlotte didn't move -- couldn't move. She was totally and utterly shocked. She didn't know what to do. Both men turned to look at her. They smiled.
Jessica flickered her eyes towards her mother. She was unable to move her head completely as the blonde man had his hands clamped onto her head, stopping her from moving position.
Charlotte found her voice, although it was quiet and her throat was dry. "What-what are you doing?"
As Jessica continued to gag on his cock, the blonde man stopped smiling and spoke. "We were in the neighbourhood. You left your door open so we had a quick snoop around. Then this little charmer," -- he pointed to Jessica -- "arrived and we couldn't get out of the house so we thought about having some fun."
Charlotte frowned, "Hang on a minute. You mean...you-you forced her to do that?" and she pointed at his cock.
"To suck my cock? Yeah, of course."
Before Charlotte could react, the other man, the one with the dark hair spoke. "Speaking of which, you've been fucking her mouth for ages. My turn."
The blonde man nodded and pushed Jessica off his cock. He still had a hold of her head and he turned it. The dark-haired man grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with her mouth.
"Mom-" Jessica tried to speak but that was all she could say before having another cock rammed into her mouth.
"I'm calling the police right now!" shouted Charlotte and she turned.
Before she could get out of the bedroom, the blonde man released Jessica's head and sprinted over to the door. He grabbed Charlotte at the waist and pulled her further into the room. He slammed the door shut and pushed the busty mother onto the bed.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." The blonde man said, "And anyway, it's her fault. We only wanted to see what we could take from your house. If she hadn't of turned up, we would have just left with a few things."
Charlotte was furious but she also felt...scared? She had butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was more nervous than scared? Or are those the same thing? "You can't be serious." was all she said.
The blonde man walked forwards and stood directly in-front of Charlotte. "If you hadn't of turned up then the both of us would have had to fuck your daughter. But now you've made it equal, haven't you? Two guys, two girls."
Realisation hit Charlotte. She glanced over to her daughter. She was still gagging and slurping, saliva dripped from her chin. The dark-haired man had grabbed the back of her head and was thrusting in and out of her mouth as hard and as fast as he could.
"You don't need her anymore. Just let her go. You can fuck me as much as you want, just let my daughter go."
The blonde man seemed to consider this for a second before laughing. "No deal. Two guys and two girls make a great team I think.
Charlotte gulped.
The blonde man reached down and grabbed her tits. Of course, she was still wearing her clothes, but she still squealed. The man squeezed and smiled. "Hell of a nice pair of tits you've got." he said.
Behind Charlotte, the dark-haired man had shoved his cock deep into Jessica's throat. Her nose was resting amongst his pubes and her neck convulsed, veins appearing and she sucked in her stomach. The man thrust forwards and Jessica's eyes began to water. He kept her there for a few seconds before pulling his cock out of her mouth. The 20-year-old took in a deep breath and was able to compose herself before she was thrust forward and started to gag again as his cock re-entered her mouth.
He reached around and grabbed the back of Charlotte's head. He pulled her closer, his cock bumping into her lips. Charlotte tried to keep them together but her lips parted as she was pulled closer. She could taste pre-cum as the blonde man rammed his cock into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.
He undid her ponytail and threw the hair band onto the floor. Rather than thrusting in and out of her mouth, he made Charlotte do all the work. He pulled her head forwards, then pushed it back, faster and faster. The busty mom gagged and squealed, slurped and coughed as she was made to suck his cock.
He rummaged through her hair before letting go and pulling her off the bed. Charlotte landed on her knees and looked up at the man. He couldn't have been more than 30, maybe 32 at a push. Before she had time to think anything else, he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. He thrust forwards and back, ramming his cock in and out of her mouth. It was covered in spit. He grabbed her glasses and threw them onto the bed, where they landed on a pillow.
After a good 30 seconds of fucking her face. He shoved his cock as deep as it could go. It pushed its way into Charlotte's throat and she gagged, feeling like she was choking.
"Stick your tongue out and lick my balls." the man said.
Charlotte didn't want to move in case she was sick but she decided it would be better to do as he said. She slowly wiggled her tongue. She licked his cock as she went before she was finally able to slide her tongue over his balls.
