This is part 4 in this series. It will help if you read them in sequence. Please enjoy part 5 is written and is going to the editor so look for it soon.
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Yawn. I was tired from not being able to fall asleep due to the rampant fantasies running around in my head.
"Treat, what is this treat..." was all I could think about. Mrs. Cavanaugh had promised me a treat today and quite frankly just another chance to sink my cock into her softness again would be treat enough.
Getting out of bed to meet the day was not hard. The last few days had been every teenage boy's dream. Stripping off my underwear I walked down the hall naked with morning wood staying strong, slapping up against my belly as I walked. While I showered I dreamed about this day and what may happen.
It was all I could do to not jerk off when I was done in the shower. Why jerk off when my mom would likely do it for me when I went out for breakfast?
"Morning, Mom," I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. She smelled sweet and looked good. I felt so bold now and pushed my erection up against her hip.
"Aren't teenage boys ever tired?" Mom said and she turned to look down at my cock. "What is this," she said as she put one hand on my waist and rubbed the other up and down my hardness a few times.
"You need to rest a bit this morning - we have a good surprise for you today," she said with a big grin on her face.
The boldness brought on by my cock was somewhat disarmed by my mother's smile. This was not something I had seen from her before. What was this look? It was definitely not the 'loving/caring' look that I had experienced so many times in my life. Even when she stroked my cock and drank my sperm a glimmer of this particular look was not present.
After I ate breakfast I went out to the pool to get some sun. Even with all the thoughts about what could possibly be planned for the day, I still managed to fall asleep.
"You want me to put some lotion on you?" Mrs. Cavanaugh asked me as I came out of my sleep. She sat down on the side of the sun chair I was on.
"We don't want you to burn," she said as she licked her lips and rubbed my chest, making a swirl over my nipples.
"Mom, what are you doing?" a voice came from behind me.
"Oh honey, this is your surprise!" Mrs. Cavanaugh said to the figure that was now standing directly in the sun.
Mrs. Cavanaugh had stopped when the voice first spoke, but now she resumed her massage on my chest.
"Mom, I hope you aren't serious." the female voice said.
"Sit down here and I will show you why he is the best surprise you will ever know" Mrs. C said, almost as if she was getting angry about the daughter's responses.
After a moment the daughter sat down and I got a look at the voice. She was incredible. I was nervous at first with her response about what may turn out to be an embarrassing moment. This girl was about eighteen, with blond hair and a tan that made her look like she was out of a magazine. She had a great figure and I could smell strawberries as soon as she sat down. Wanting to get up and almost catch my breath, I fidgeted in my chair only to be pushed down by Mrs. Cavanaugh.
"Okay, Mom what? Is this boy going to heal us with a touch and make us live to 200 years old with perky boobs intact?" the daughter spewed towards her mom as she leaned to look at me a bit closer.
"Shut up" Mrs. C muttered to her daughter. She looked at me then. "I am sorry, she is young and she doesn't understand." Then Mrs. C started to rub my cock over my shorts.
"Mom!" the girl looked confused, but she sat and watched as she saw my cock grow.
"That is huge... like twice the length of Troy's," she leaned in close as if she thought it was a trick.
"Come and get a closer look..." Mrs. C held out her hand to her daughter and guided her as she got on her knees next to my sun chair. She was transfixed on my cock.
"Oh, my I see you have already converted another disciple to worship my son's cock," my mom laughed as she came out from the house. "Brianna, go ahead and unzip him - he would love to have a pretty girl like you looking at his dick." My mom said directly, as if giving her no choice.
Brianna did what she was told, transfixed on my cock. Her long blond hair was an inch from touching it as she moved my shorts down. I was a bit shocked when her tiny hand touched the tip of my cock, just scratching it with her nails as if to see if it was somehow fake.
"Oh my god, this is unbelievable!" Brianna said.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Mrs. C asked me. "I think she wants to fuck you after seeing your monster," I was too afraid to move. Somehow fucking my mom and her friend was different than a young teen girl. I barely spoke to the girls in school and they certainly didn't want to fuck me. This girl was A-list, too; she was maybe a hundred or so pounds with a tiny waist, and nice perky tits, from what I could see. She also had tanned, beautiful legs that she was now kneeling on while she touched the top of my penis with her fingers.
I couldn't speak.
My mom moved around next to Brianna and reached down to lift my cock off of my belly. Brianna's hand instantly moved and closed around my head, squeezing me lightly. The sensation from the squeezing was offset by my nervousness - it helped me to not cum right in her face.
"Look at these two! Let's get them inside so they can fuck." Mrs. C said as if she was a madam at a whorehouse, and not the mother of the young girl about to be fucked by me.
Moving into my mother's bedroom, Mrs. C held my hand. She dropped to her knees when we got near the bed and started to suck me while she stroked me with her hand.