Cock Teasing Mom Ch 03

For the next two months every time my dad was on a trip I either slept in mom's bed or she slept in mine. She was doing her absolute best to fuck me to death and I was doing my best to keep her at home doing it. She still went out occasionally so she could drink and dance, which was something she couldn't do with me, and when she came home she was always horny and she wanted me to eat her pussy.

Unfortunately, she had also always been fucked by someone else. I wasn't all that keen on going down on her and licking up someone else's leavings, but she loved it and it was a small price to pay for what I was getting from her. She taught me everything that she liked having done to her and she taught me how to do it well. It might have been incest, but no bolts of lightening were coming down at me from the sky so I took all I could get. The really curious thing, at least to me, was that mom cut way down on her drinking when the two of us started having sex. I still haven't figured that one out.

There was one problem however that my getting laid was causing. My friendship with Troy was taking a beating. He was just a little bit pissed that I had lost my cherry and he still had his and he kept trying to get me to find a way to give him a shot at my mom. Now I am in no way possessive of my mother - god knows she was getting plenty of other cock on the nights she went out, but I couldn't help Troy. I mean I couldn't very well go to mom and say that Troy knew about us and he wants to know if he can have some too. In the first place I think she would have a shit fit if she knew that anyone knew about us, let alone Troy. So all I could do to try and keep things cool between us was to fall back on his original proposal to swap mothers, "You fix me up with your mom and I'll fix you up with mine. It was a fairly safe bet that it wouldn't happen because as Troy himself kept telling me, he mother wasn't that kind woman.

Troy didn't know it, but he was wrong - dead wrong. His mother was that kind of woman. His mother and my mother were good friends and at least one night a week, when his father was out bowling, his mother went out with my mother. I couldn't swear that his mom was doing what mine was, but I knew what my mom brought home on those nights. Why would Troy's mom hang with mine if she weren't doing the same thing, or at least something similar? But I couldn't tell him that.

Things have a way of surprising you. It was a Tuesday night; dad was out of town on a run and my mom was going out. Dad had been home for a week and mom just had to get out to where the music was and to where she could have a couple of drinks and dance a little. When I got home I took a shower and then with a towel wrapped around my middle I walked to my mom's bedroom doorway and watched her get ready for her night out. She was naked and digging through her chest of drawers looking for something to wear when she noticed me. She saw the way my hard cock made the towel rise and she grinned and walked over to me, "What's the matter baby, want to be mommy's first for a change? She took hold of my cock and led me over to the bed. "We need to hurry baby, I have to meet Monica (Troy's mother) in an hour an a half."

As I slid into her I wondered if maybe there wasn't some way to arrange for Troy to find out what his mother was doing so he could catch her and blackmail her. Maybe he could catch Monica and my mom at the same time and blackmail them both. If he could do that I wouldn't have to listen to any more of his asking me to set him up with my mom. I wouldn't care if he fucked my mother; I just didn't want to be the one to arrange it.

I was still up studying for midterms when mom came home, a good two hours before I expected her. She came straight to the kitchen where I was sitting at the table with my head buried in a book, "Baby I need your help." She led me out to the car where a crying Monica was sitting in the backseat. "We have to get her into the house. She's had a bad night. Picked the wrong guy and he didn't treat her very well. We have to do something to make her more presentable before she can go home." I helped her get Monica into the house and then upstairs into the bathroom. Then we undressed her, what little she had to take off. Monica's dress was ripped down the front, her bra and panties were missing and her nylons were shot. She had cum all over her stomach and tits and she even had some in her hair. I looked at mom and she saw the question on my face, "The asshole she picked had friends - five of them- and they gangbanged the hell out of her."

Mom ran a bath and I picked Monica up and put her in the tub. She hadn't stopped crying since I'd helped get her out of the car and I mentioned it to mom, "It doesn't matter how well we clean her up if we can't get her to stop with the tears." She tossed me a wash rag and told me to give Monica a bath while she went down and made a pot of coffee. "We will have to sober her up, at least enough so that she can drive home" then she took off and left me with Monica. Any other time being left alone with a naked Monica would be a cause for joy. She was just a tad under five feet tall, about a hundred and ten pounds and I'd guess her bra size to be a 34 or 36 D cup. Her dark red hair normally hung down to below her shoulders and she had a pouty little mouth that just made you want it around your cock.

I put some soap on the rag and started on her face. I slowly worked my way down and I was working on her tits when my mom came back carrying a travel bag. "These were the clothes she was wearing when she left the house." She watched me soaping Monica's tits and she grinned, "Be careful with those tits baby. If you get her too hot and bothered you might have to take care of both of us."

I looked up at her, "You think she would?"

Mom laughed, "What's the matter baby, momma not enough for you anymore?"

She started to pour black coffee into Monica and I kept on washing. "Get her pussy real good baby, get up inside. Six guys can put a lot of stuff in a girl. If her hubby is horny when she gets home we don't want him finding her any wetter than she can lie about." I don't think that Monica was that far out of it anymore. Once mom started pouring hot coffee into her the crying slowed down and eventually stopped. Once she stopped and opened her eyes I was pretty sure that I saw some awareness in them and maybe just a little bit of confusion as she saw me running a wash rag over her body. I saw her look up at mom as I ran the wash rag over her pussy lips. She made a sound and clamped her legs tight and leaned forward and tried to push my hands away, but then mom put her hands on Monica's shoulders, "Easy honey, easy. He's just helping me get you cleaned up so you can go home. It's all right, Daniel is a good boy and he won't tell a soul, will you Daniel?"

"No mom, not a soul."

Monica looked up at mom and the she relaxed. I was washing her pussy as best I could and Monica gave a little moan and hunched at my hand. Mom giggled and said, "Take it easy Monica. We are tying to clean you out, not get more put in you. If you're not careful Daniel might want to try an older woman. Would you like that Daniel? Would you like a taste of Monica?"

I looked into Monica's face and Monica saw that indeed Daniel would like a taste and she gave me the strangest look. Mom helped her wash her hair and then we got her out of the tub. Mom made her douche and helped her get dressed. Then I drove the two women to where Monica's car was parked and then mom drove her to within a block of her house. Monica drove the last block herself and then I picked up mom and we headed home. Mom slid over next to me and started to unzip my pants. As she took out my cock she said, "Would you have fucked her baby? If she had let you would you have cheated on your poor mommy?" Then she laughed, "Of course you would have. Maybe next time."

Later that night as I was buried in mom's pussy she asked between moans, "Who are you fucking now baby, Monica or me."