Kennedy And Her Mom Ch 01

The front door slammed shut just as I was finishing some work on the upstairs office computer, so I jumped up and ran to the top of the stairs just as my mom dropped her purse in the middle of the floor and staggered to the couch.

She was drunk again, mumbling something as she collapsed onto the arm of the couch, momentarily hanging there with her ass sticking up and her legs off the floor. Her sandals fell off one at a time, and I watched her crawl over the arm of the couch to where she could put her head on one of the throw pillows.

Then she rolled over, hooked one leg high off the couch and let an arm fall off the other side.

My name is Kennedy, I'm 22-years-old, a college junior getting ready to go back to school in the fall. I'm a normal young college student from a broken home, still living off Daddy's money and Mother's good looks as they say.

I'm sexually active with friends my age, but I've always had a thing for older men. My best friend Charlotte kids me about it. She knows I've been with a few of my professors at Carolina. And she knows I've just been with her father too.

We don't keep secrets from each other, and we've even been known to play around in our sorority house after the rest of the sisters have passed out.

This summer, I've stayed with my mom in Wilmington. I've also been up to the island with Charlotte and her dad for a few weeks before school starts back, but Mom and I wanted one last weekend together before classes started.

And then she ran into some guy. Not just any guy, but it's a long story.

Mom's a great-looking woman, only 41 and still with the body of a 30-year-old. She plays tennis and probably fucks her instructor once a week, and she takes yoga from this long-haired guru dude who apparently has a huge cock, because my mom fucks him too and I can't imagine what she's see in him other than maybe he's hung like a horse.

So this afternoon while we were out shopping, she kept running into guys she knew from the club or wherever, and they all said they wanted to get together soon, and she told them all to just text her and of course they all did.

All afternoon.

So instead of a quiet dinner with mom, I watched her put on her hottest little sundress and prance out the front door to answer the call from whatever hard dick convinced her to meet him for drinks.

And here she was four hours later, just after midnight, sprawled out on her couch, passed out drunk.

I went downstairs to check on her, walking to the edge of the couch to pick up her sandals when I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Now I have no idea if she had them on when she left or if she ever wore them at all, but I stood there, transfixed, looking at her wet, shaved pussy, freshly fucked, with something running down her leg. My immediate reaction was to wake her up and send her to bed, but something stirred inside me. I was strangely turned on by what I was looking at.

I walked over and sat down near the one foot that was on the couch and reached up to run my hands along her outstretched leg hanging over the back of the couch. God, she looked so beautiful. Her blonde hair covered her face and she was breathing so hard strands of her hair fluttered every time she exhaled.

Her long leg was perfectly tanned, slender and smooth all the way up to her glistening crotch. She moaned softly as I ran my hand up and down her leg, then louder as I slid my hand along her inner thigh.

She slipped her other leg off of the couch and was suddenly spread-eagle before me.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, more to myself than her.

She purred quietly and brought her arm from off the couch, pulling the hem of her dress up to where I was now looking at her wide-open pussy, still soaked and leaking.

I got on my knees and moved closer to her, smelling her as I inched by face toward her sweet hot pussy. I blew on it softly, and she moaned again, moving both hands down her stomach, grabbing both her inner thighs and spreading her legs into the air.

I stuck my tongue out and let it barely touch her clit. She shuddered and cooed.

"Yes," she said, still in another world but somehow sensing someone was between her legs.

She pulled her lips apart and exposed a wet hole that seemed to be putting out heat.

"Lick me," she said to herself, or to me, or to whoever she was talking to.

I lowered my head and slid my tongue deep inside her, feeling her wetness, let my tongue explore the walls of her soft and soggy womanhood. I cleaned her as I moaned and felt her body shake in convulsions until she came hard, squirting me in the face with sweet, hot cum. I lapped it up, every drop as she writhed her hips and held my head close to her, grinding my face into her damp unawareness.

Then I got up, pulled her legs together, threw a blanket over her and went to bed.

Let's just say that wasn't the first time I'd sucked my mom's freshly fucked pussy.

I knew the routine. It had started when I was 18 and she and dad would come home and fuck in the floor or on the couch or out by the pool while I watched from darkness, feeling my own teenage urges well up inside me.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be devoured the way my father took my mother, leaving her worn out and spent, usually passed out drunk, often on the couch where I'd licked her clean tonight.

And as hot as my mom was, it was my dad I wanted to taste. It was my dad's cum that I would smell when mom opened her legs for me and let me clean her in her dreams. It was my dad that I secretly lusted for.

I'll never really knew what happened to them. They tell different stories now, and my father remarried like the day my parents' divorce was final. That was over a year ago, and I've barely even seen my dad since. We talk on the phone and he asks about Mom, but all he wants to really talk about is Shelly and California and their new lapdog. I don't hate him. But my mother does, and I don't blame her.

I went back upstairs and tried to sleep, but the smell of my mom's sweet bodily perfume, that familiar smell of my coming of age, overpowered me and kept me awake until early in the morning.

Chapter Two

I must've fallen asleep just as the sun came up because I heard the newspaper hit the front door and heard my mom stagger out to get it, then I heard the coffee maker and then I heard her on her cellphone.

"I need my car," she said. "I do appreciate the ride home, but I have to get Kennedy on the road today and I'll need my car."

Whoever she'd been with was at our door within minutes, so I figured she'd run into a neighbor or something at the bar and coaxed a ride home. God knows what happened between the bar and the couch.

I peered out the front window and saw a young man holding his car door open for her, a guy my age or maybe a little older, in a BMW convertible.

"You slut," I said, smiling as my mom kissed him on the cheek and they tore out of the driveway, sand flying as they hit the road.

I closed the curtain and went back to my room and crashed for what seemed like no time at all, but I woke up late in the afternoon. I checked my phone and there were messages from school and from Charlotte and from my mom.

"Jesus," I said to myself. "How long have I been asleep?"

The school was closed on Monday for some damn reason, something about a maintenance issue that would take a couple days. Charlotte wanted me to come back up to her dad's before we all went back, and my mom was just calling to say she'd gotten the same message from the school and would be in touch.

But the house was quiet.

She wasn't home yet.

I called Charlotte and told her I might come up later that night, but I wasn't sure what was going on with my mom, and she said her dad was actually out with her mom that night, which surprised me because they'd been divorced about as long as my parents had.

So I made a drink and went out to the pool for a swim.

It was almost 7 when I heard my mom's car door shut. I got out of the pool and walked into the kitchen, still dripping. She was bouncing around like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"So what's the plan?" she chirped, mixing a vodka tonic and collapsing onto the couch.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I think I might just go to Charlotte's and then go back to school anyway. The house will be open, and I know lots of girls have been there all summer.

"No, don't do that," Mom said. "Stay here tonight. Let's make dinner and have a girls night before you go back."

"That was last night," I said. "Remember? And then your boyfriend called. How old is he anyway? Looks like somebody I should be dating."

Mom laughed out loud, almost spilling her drink.

"That is Charlie Lombard," she said. "Meg and Tom Lombard's oldest son. He's working at the club now. And he's not as young as he looks. He's at least 30."

"Mom," I said. "Charlie Lombard is 25 if that, and he's hardly your type. Does he even have a job?"

"He's our new assistant golf pro," she said. "I'm going to learn how to play."

I laughed out loud next, walking over to the bar to make my own drink.

"Are you fucking kidding me Mom?" I asked. "Golf?"

"Don't be such a girl," she said. "A little golf might do you some good too."

"A little assistant pro might do me some good, but I don't see how hitting a little white ball around all day would be any fun."

"There's a lot more to golf than that," she said as I collapsed into the couch beside her.

We were like best friends, and we weren't afraid to call things as we saw them. She knew most everything about me, and I knew enough about her to know what she was up to. But this was something different. This was out there, even for Mom.

"So what's going to come of it?" I asked. "You and Charlie boy I mean."

"Nothing at all," she said. "He's a dessert topping. I summer fling."

"So you've been with him before?" I asked, looking at her curiously, like seeing a side of her I'd never seen.

"Let's just say I already know how to keep score," she said, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes and took her glass from her to refresh our drinks.

"He wanted to come over tonight," Mom said in a sing-song voice, suggesting maybe that she hadn't exactly told him no.

She let it hang in the air for a second.

"Is that your idea of a girls night?" I said, sounding more like a mom than a daughter.

"Well," she said. "Girls nights can be a lot of things."

I handed her a fresh drink with one hand on my hip and stared at her for a second. She was sitting next to the pillow I'd left her on the night before, her long tanned legs under her, a white sundress on with no bra and no shoes. She looked like movie star, shining in the late evening light, not in the least bit ashamed or apologetic.

She was like a young grl again. And horny as a teenager.

"Invite him over Mom," I said suddenly. "What could go wrong?"

She laughed and mumbled something about him seeing me next to her, but I wasn't really listening. I'd already headed upstairs for a shower. This was going to be an interesting evening.

Chapter Three

The doorbell rang about an hour later. The sun was still out, and I was out by the pool when I heard voices on the deck above. I saw the two of them come to the railing, Mom in her white sundress, no bra and probably no panties and ageless Charlie Lombard in khaki shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and flip flops.

They were waving down to me as I stood and took a long sip off of a vodka tonic. It was my fourth of the evening, and I was feeling it.

I walked upstairs to find them in the kitchen, Mom leaned back against the counter looking like a milf from Central Casting and Charlie Lombard cutting a lemon into quarters looking like a 20-something assistant pro who'd never used a knife.

"Hey y'all," I said, walking in barefoot and trying my best to impress them both.

I wore my skimpiest sundress, a yellow print with a low cut front and no back. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties myself. I was so horny I thought I might cum right there just looking at the two of them.

"I just got off the phone with Sally," my mom said. "They want us to come up there tomorrow. She said Charlotte was staying with her dad until Wednesday. What do you think?"

I shrugged and said I'd think about it. Charlotte's mother and Mr. B weren't really back together, and I wasn't really sure how Charlotte felt about us both coming up there, especially since what had happened the last time I was alone with Mr. B. Charlotte and I talked about everything, but we hadn't had THAT conversation yet. Let's just say her watching her dad eating me out on his couch a few days before was something we'd not yet discussed.

"We'll see," I said. "Let's just get through tonight first."

I walked over to Charlie Lombard and stuck my hand out.

"Hey, I'm Kennedy," I said. "I don't think we've met."

He smiled, put down the dagger and said "Hey Kennedy. And yes, we have met."

I blushed for a second, and my mom seemed to stifle a cough when he started telling a story about a party on the beach the summer before. There was a bonfire and a lot of alcohol and a lot of naked people running around and not a lot of details about what might've happened that night.

"Let's just say we've seen each other in our birthday suits," he said, winking at me.

Now my mom really was blushing as she made herself another vodka tonic, smacked Charlie Lombard on his tight ass and grabbed a slice of lemon over his shoulder.

"You kids and your parties," she said.

"You would've loved it Stacey," he said.

Hearing him call my Mom by her name startled me, but I guess it would've been odd calling her Mrs. Carlisle or Miss C or whatever. They were friends. That was slowly dawning on me. And it also suddenly dawned on me that I'd licked his cum out of my mom's pussy the night before.

I suddenly felt flushed. I wanted to grind up against the table leg and suck his cock right there in front of Mom, but I took another swig of vodka instead.

Mom walked past me and smiled with a quizzical look in her eye. She sensed I might be up to something. And I was.

"So Charlie here is going to be our next golf pro, isn't that right Charlie?" mom said as she walked barefoot into the den, fluffing up the pillows on the couch and closing the blinds. It was an odd comment and an odd act considering no one could possibly look though our upstairs windows from the road or the houses around us.

Charlie shifted his weight from one foot to the other and stammered about only being an assistant for three weeks.

"He's going to have every woman in town learning to play golf," Mom said. "The club's going to love that."

I laughed a little too sharply.

"I can't wait to hear how this ends," I said. "I can see it now, every fat old white man in Wilmington in an uproar over women holding them up on the golf course everyday, chasing balls into the woods and driving golf carts onto the greens and turning Sea Oats Country Club into a contest for women's golf outfits. Good luck, Charlie. You're going to need it."

Mom had walked out of the room and came back in with a seven-iron. She was twirling it like she was Michelle Wie, then backed up against Charlie Lombard, wiggling her ass into his cock and pulling his arms around her.

"Show miss priss here what you've taught me," she said, winking at me as I looked at the two of them and imagined what they'd done the night before.

I pulled up onto the couch on my knees, making sure they both had a good look down the front of my dress and settled in for the show.

Mom picked up the club slowly as Charlie Lombard ran his hand up her arm, sensually and expertly, adjusting her wrist angle as she wiggled her ass, grinding it against him.

"How are my hips," she said, looking back over her shoulder as the young golf pro slid his hands to her sides and held them still. He was staring at me as I giggled and fell back onto my butt.

I was getting drunk. So was Mom. This was about to get out of control. I could sense it. I opened my legs just enough for him to catch a glimpse under my dress, Mom didn't notice. She didn't notice when I licked my lips either.

"I can tell you're starting to enjoy this!" Mom squealed.

"I am!" I said, licking my lips again so she could see.

"I was talking about Charlie," she said, pouting just slightly and raising up so that she was now whispering in his ear.

He blushed.

"Do it," she said to him, not even looking at me.

Charlie Lombard took both of his hands and put them on my Mom's shoulders, pulling her back toward him as she raised the seven-iron slightly off the rug, and purred.

"Caress the club," she said, making it sound like a sex technique more than a golf term. "This is my favorite part."

She swayed her hips as Charlie Lombard moved his hands to her temples, touching her with his index fingers as she closed her eyes.

"Smooth and sensuous," he whispered. "Nice and easy."

"My God!" I screamed. "Is this golf over porn? I don't know if I'm grossed out or horny now."

They both laughed as Mom stepped away, revealing the bulge and a little wet spot in Charlie Lombard's shorts. She leaned down to put the seven-iron on the hearth of the fireplace, letting her dress hike up to her ass, then took her drink off the mantle and polished it off.

She seemed to stagger slightly as she walked toward the couch, reaching back for Charlie Lombard's hand. Together they crashed down beside me, the two of us on either side of him.

"Isn't he a dream, Ken?" she cooed, getting up on her knees and running her long painted nails up and down his arm.

"He's quite the catch, Mom," I said. "And the future golf pro at Sea Oats Country Club if you don't destroy his career first."

They both laughed.

"I'm going to enhance his career," Mom said.

She was in another world, a vodka-laced world free of inhibition, inches away from Charlie Lombard's huge cock and her drunk daughter doing play-by-play.

My hand was on my thigh, and I was slowly sliding my dress up, inch by inch, so neither would necessarily notice.

Mom continued to trace her fingernail up and down his arm, across his chest and down to his waist, where she proceeded to unbutton his Hawaiian shirt slowly and dramatically. It was almost as if she didn't know I was there.

When his shirt was finally open, and his perfectly sculpted chest laid bare, Stacey Carlisle, my 40-year-old mother, began sucking his left tit. Charlie Lombard sighed, leaned back and put his arms around both of us. My mom shuddered slightly and moved her hand across his bulge, squeezing it and massaging it as I pulled my dress the rest of the way up, revealing no panties and a throbbing, damp pussy.

I wiggled out from Charlie Lombard's arm and positioned myself on Mom's pillow. The show was starting.

Mom managed to unzip his pants without looking, expertly reaching in and pulling his cock free, a gorgeous dick that somehow seemed as tanned as he was, seven inches long and as thick as my wrist, precum oozing out the tip.

They pulled his shorts off together as I re-positioned myself on the arm of the couch. My dress was hiked to the waist and I began to finger myself slowly.

Mom went down on Charlie Lombard with like a bird diving into water, the entire length of his cock driving deep into her throat.

He leaned toward me, then onto his back, his head between my legs as my mom sucked his cock loudly, slobbering all over him. He was helpless as he tried to reach for me. I was above him and at the wrong angle, so I just slid off the arm of the couch, my ass landing on his face, and I began to grind.

Mom was so intent in Charlie Lombard's massive boner, she didn't even realize her daughter was using his face as a Sybian, using his nose to slide across my asshole and his chin to stimulate my clit.