I was at Rochester grocery doing my weekly shopping; picking over some apples and peaches for a fruit salad, when I spied what appeared to be a good looking red-headed mother and daughter nearby.
The daughter was about eighteen, maybe older, maybe younger, wearing short-shorts and a "T" that ended just below her bra-less tits. She was covered with freckles. But her development in the tit department belied her true age. Firm and pear shaped, her tits jutted out as if she'd just been awarded a blue ribbon. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. Instant hard on! But I figured this was just stuff for a later fantasy because her mother was standing beside her and I wasn't fucking around with possible jailbait. At least not with her Momma present.
I began to check the mother out. She wore a peasant scoop-neck blouse and seemed to have no qualms about showing off her tits, which by the way were big enough to smother a grown man. She too, had freckle phobia. The mother leaned over on purpose I thought, providing me with a great view. I reciprocated, adjusting myself and turning enough to make sure she got a glimpse of my dick bulging out of my tight jeans. I hung around the produce department until a conversation was inevitable.
We were making conversation about the awfully hot weather when suddenly she recognized me. "Ain't you the new ballplayer with the Red Wings?"
I nodded.
"Farrell, isn't it?"
"You got me," I said, "guilty as charged."
"We saw you last night." "Millie," she called to her daughter, "you won't believe who this is!"
The daughter came closer and I was able to admire her tits from close range and she seemed to be enjoying me ogling them as her mother told her who I was.
"You're kidding," Millie said with her hands over her mouth. The bottom swell of her tits was exposed as she held her hands up.
"Swear to God, it's him!"
"It's me!" I said laughing and throwing my hands up in mock surrender.
Millie, God bless her, jumped up and down in excitement.
We discussed the previous night's game, which we'd lost on my throwing error, but that didn't seem to bother either of them very much, and eventually we returned to the weather.
When the mother said she couldn't wait to get home and out of her clothes, I smiled and said I couldn't either. She gave me a very sexy smile that couldn't be misconstrued and I said, "Please don't be offended, but why couldn't we enjoy cooling off together?"
"That's the best offer I've had today," she said and with a toss of her hair, asked her daughter if she'd like my company this afternoon. Millie hopped up and down again and said, "Sure!" And after determining that Millie was eighteen and a half, that seemed to settle that.
I followed their Saturn to their trailer and carried all our groceries inside. As Millie and I finished putting theirs away I heard a moan from the living room and rushed inside to see what had happened to the mother.
She sat in an easy chair, legs wide apart --- one on each arm of the chair, pushing a finger into her red-haired, bushy cunt, as another soft moan escaped her lips.
"Mother!" Millie scolded, how could you?"
She gave us a weak smile and finger-fucked herself even faster, making lewd sucking sounds.
"Mother! You don't have to finger-fuck," Millie cried plaintively.
"Oh, oh," I thought. "This is gonna be interesting."
"Mmmm, but it's fun, baby," she purred, stabbing a bit faster, her hips lurching back and forth. "It's a lot of fun to fuck myself, sometimes. Don't you want to watch me do it Farrell?"
"I don't mind a bit," I said, loosening my belt, "Are you uncomfortable with your Mother, Millie?"
"No, I've seen it before. I was thinking about you, but . . ."
My pants hung around my ankles and Millie was staring at my hardon, which was poking out of my shorts. Both women licked their lips.
"Nice bat," Millie muttered.
"Who wants to suck me first?" I asked, not caring who responded first.
"You want me to suck your pussy Mother?" Millie asked. "I will if you want to give him head."
"I know you'll both suck my cunt eventually," she said, waving at us as if to tell us to get it on without her. "Ummm . . . but I like to do this to myself sometimes."
My arm was already draping itself around Millie's shoulder as she scooted closer to me, taking my dick and balls into her hot little palm, playing with me as we both watched her mother masturbate.
Millie lowered herself to her knees as my dick grew firm in her hand as her fingers closed around it. Slowly she stoked it up and down. Her eyes sparkled with lust.
"Suck his cock, Honey," the mother husked. "I want to see that big cock in your hot little mouth while I bring myself off."
"Okay, she said docilely, and immediately took half my length into her throat, surprising the hell out of me. Just as quickly she released me to run the tip of her tongue over my swollen, purple head. She raised her head up, started to make a face then grinned instead.
"He's got the sweetest cock, mother. It's not like I thought it would be. I like it, I like it a lot."
"Let Mommy have a little taste, darling", said the mother, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Farrell would you come over here, please?"
With my dick jutting out in front of me, I shuffled over to her. She leaned forward and nuzzled her face into my crotch, flicking out her serpentine tongue and with excruciating deliberation licked from the tip of my dick to my balls and back again before taking it into her mouth. I moaned in pleasure and held the back of her head, fucking my dick into her mouth and halfway down her throat. I heard Millie giggling as she watched us. Then she came closer, resting her cheek against my hip as she took a lesson in cocksucking from a master --- her mother. Eventually, the mother pulled her mouth from around my dick lay back and resumed her masturbation.
Millie and I watched as she pushed her fingers past her cunt and worked one up and into her asshole, making sure we both had a clear view of the proceedings. She fucked her finger a few times into her ass, then pulled it out and sucked it, licking her finger with lewdness so obscene I'd never even thought of before, but that haunts me to this day.
Mandy giggled. "I'm gonna suck this here cock and make him squirt in my mouth!"
"Go on, sweetheart!" her mother urged "Drain that cum right out of his balls!"
Millie went down on me with an urgency I couldn't believe.
"Oh, yeah, lick it all up, baby!" her mother whispered throatily. "Does it taste good?"
"Ummm, yeah, tastes great!"
The mother was actually fisting herself now and it was obvious she was coming hard. All I could see was the whites of her eyes.
Meanwhile Millie was sucking away and mewling with pleasure. I closed my eyes and gave myself to her. I felt a hand on my neck and realized the mother was next to me.
"I'm joining in if you don't mind."
"Come on, join us, lover," I croaked.
She lay down on the carpet. "Kneel over me, Farrell, I wanna lick your balls."
I lowered myself so that I was straddling her face. Millie followed me down, never losing her grip on my dick. I felt my balls touch the mother's nose then winced in pleasure as she started nuzzling them even as Millie licked the underside of my dick. Her mother's wet tongue swirled all over my nuts while I held Millie's head in place as she sucked contentedly.
The mother was writhing beneath me. I figured she could see Millie's mouth working me over and had gotten hotter than ever. Moist, liquidy sounds came out of both their mouths as they continued playing with me. The mother deserted my balls and sent her tongue into the crack of my ass, tickling my asshole. My balls hung over her face as she lapped at my puckered hole. Then she was sucking my balls into her mouth again.
