Authour's disclaimer: in this, the latest installment of the erotic adventures of my fun family, everyone is over 20 years of age and able to give free and informed consent. This story builds on my characters, Jack and Marion, and follows directly on from my previous stories "Eleanor's Choice" and "Marion's Choices".
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They lay naked in the bed, in a happy, contented tangle, the smell of sex accenting the room. Marion shifted to get more comfortable and pulled the duvet over them, pressing herself against Jack's back. Jack was already breathing deeply, having fallen asleep spooned up against their shapely daughter Eleanor, who in turn was purring happily with her father's hand sleepily massaging her breasts.
It was a fun arrangement. Eleanor was an enthusiastic practitioner of oral sex, and Marion always had a magnificent orgasm whether she was being pounded by her husband or licked and fingered by her daughter. They took Jack's cock in turns each night. He wasn't a young man anymore and being able to fuck multiple needy women in one session took a lot longer than when they were younger and swinging with friends.
Weekends were different of course. The three of them naked around the house, taking each other whenever the desire arose. She sometimes went down on their daughter in front of him, just to get him hard so that he would take her from behind. Of course, sometimes she would come into the living room to find Eleanor kneeling in front of her dad, slurping hungrily on his hard shaft, before climbing into his lap to impale herself, riding the swollen desire of her father's lust until she was screaming with her own ecstasy. At those times, Marion would watch hungrily from another chair, legs spread, fingers pushing in and out of her own pussy until she too, cried out with joy.
But as much as she loved Jack and still lusted after him, the bald fact was that they really needed another cock around the house. A young cock. A hard cock. A virile cock that could service Marion and Eleanor multiple times a day if they needed it. Eleanor was a greedy, horny slut who would fuck her daddy twice a day and three times on Sunday if she had exclusive access to his cock. Some days, Marion knew, she definitely needed it too.
She thought back to when they were young swingers and Jack and his well-hung friend, John, spit roasted her in front of a video camera one golden afternoon. They took turns pumping her mouth and slamming her pussy until she ached and dripped. She felt herself getting wet thinking about it and rolled over to get her vibrator from the bedside table. She didn't care if she woke the others as she spread her legs and worked the toy in and out, gasping in desire. To be honest, she hoped one or both of them would wake up and watch her. Being watched was her biggest turn on. Some Date Nights before Eleanor came home, she and Jack would just watch each other masturbate. His obvious excitement at her arousal just made her even more aroused until she had a groaning orgasm while Jack sprayed an extra big load of come onto his stomach. If Jack was at work, she and Eleanor often watched each other masturbate from opposite ends of the couch.
Her mind wandered to their son, Hal, who was away doing a work internship for the summer. She wondered if he would like to watch too? Would it excite him? Would he pull out his hardening cock and stroke it for them? Would he join in and mount them?
Would he fuck his mother?
As the ripples of her orgasm washed away, Marion set the toy aside and stared at the dark. That was a question she would need to discover the answer to. Finally satiated and with a possible solution in mind, she rolled over again and spooned up against Jack and quickly joined her family in sleep.
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Hal was seriously weirded out.
First there was, what he thought of as, The Incident of Mom's Boobs.
He'd been talking with his mom on the phone, and she'd sounded rather distracted and breathy. Then a few minutes after they'd hung up he'd gotten a text from her with an attachment. Opening the attached file he'd been greeted by a picture of a spectacular pair of breasts. Mom had immediately apologized and made the excuse that she'd meant to send that to his dad, but wasn't paying attention to the number selected. He'd been her most recent contact, so...
Then, after a pause of a few minutes, she'd asked with a winky face emoji, "Did you like them?"
Yes he'd liked them. He liked them a lot and his pants had gotten tight immediately. He wanted to bury his face in them. He wanted to suck on those nipples and rub his cock between them. He wanted to come all over them.
Of course you can't say that to your mother can you? "Hi mom, can I jizz on your tits?"
All that he could reply was "Wow." But he was thinking about his mom's breasts a lot since and masturbating furiously in his room to porn featuring older, well endowed, curvy mom types. Being twenty that meant several times a day. He'd have to watch for chaffing.
Then Mom came to pick him up. He was done his summer internship at an electronic media marketing firm and had a few weeks off before school started again, so go home for free laundry and decent mom-made dinners, right? He was in his room, bags packed when he'd heard the soft knock and then one of his roommates was at his door "Hey Hal! There's a totally stacked MILF at the door asking for you?"
"Fuck off Tom! That's my Mom you're talking about!"
"Dude. Sorry. But I mean.... Wow. I'd do her." Tom shrugged and left before Hal could throw something at him.
Tom was replaced at the door by his Mom, who'd probably overhead everything. She was smiling brightly, pretending ignorance. "Hi Sweetie-boo, ready?"
His Mom was indeed looking very hot. Heels. Low cut sundress that barely constrained her magnificent cleavage and stopped half way down her thigh. She turned and Jesus! Was that side boob he just glimpsed? He grabbed his stuff and followed her down, his growing boner making him painfully aware of the swish of her skirt as she preceded him out the door and to the car.
Getting in the car, Marion stopped and put her purse on the driver's seat, bending over in front of Hal and giving him a fine view of her breasts while she rummaged for her keys. It seemed to take longer than it needed. He wanted to look away, but was transfixed like a mouse in front of a snake. God, he could see all the way to her stomach! Was that a nipple?! When would he get a chance to see cleavage like that? Why pass up on the opportunity?
"Ooh! There they are!" she said brightly. Passing her purse over, which Hal gratefully parked over the bulge in his lap, she turned and slid into the seat, the hem of her skirt riding up to show Hal even more thigh. Her legs parted and the hem of her skirt slid up her lap. "Oops!" Marion giggled. "I'm showing a little too much there! Don't need to be flashing my bush for all to see, do I?" But was Hal right in thinking that she'd delayed just a bit until he had stolen a glance at her parted, smooth thighs? God, was that a shadow of hair, just at the hem of the skirt? Did he really just glimpse his Mom's bush?
The drive home was filled with bright talk as Marion quizzed her son about his summer. How was the job? Did he meet anyone interesting? Was there a girlfriend on the scene? Hal grunted monosyllabic answers. Fine. No. No. There had been a girl, Lisa. She'd stuck her tongue down his throat and fondled his hard on while he squeezed her tits a few times. Once she even lifted her top and jerked him off into a tissue. But then he walked in on her giving some random dude a blow job at a party and he'd stormed out. His summer was a lot of hormonal frustration and loneliness topped off with fantasies about his mother's breasts.
"Maybe she just wanted a threesome? Some girls do like a good spit roasting." She winked at him. "I know I do!"
"MOM!"
Hal paused after his shock subsided. "She threw a pillow at me and yelled 'Get out!' so I don't think she wanted me to join in."
"Oh dear" Mom consoled as the story finished spilling out. "That's too bad. A young man like you, all alone for the summer." She placed a hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it up and down. "It must be frustrating for you, Sweetie. You're young. Your dad and I were going at it like rabbits at your age!"
"MOM!"
Mom laughed and patted his thigh some more. "It's true. You're young and horny and should be sowing your oats." A final pat on the leg before she had to return both hands to the steering wheel. "Well, maybe being home will help you out."
Mom began asking him about his job and internet business. Web based stores were exploding all over. Electronic marketing was the future.
"I'm worried about the store" she admitted. Mom ran a sex shop in town, Aphrodite's Garden, sales were best during the summer tourist season but Christmas and Valentine's Day sales to the locals, who all surreptitiously snuck in and out, hoping not to be recognized, weren't bad either. Still overheads weren't going down and her lease was coming up for renewal, which meant a rent increase.
"Why not go totally on line?" Hal suggested. "Even a lot of your local sales are mail order aren't they? Plus, you could write off part of the house as a business expense."
"But how could I get people to find the webstore?"
Hal thought about it for a while. Then he had an idea. "Why not link short porn videos to your store?"
"Porn?"
"Yeah. You've heard of Youtube right? Well, there's porn sites now that you can upload your own videos to."
Marion snorted derisively. "I know that! Your dad and I watch them all the time!"
"What? Mom! Ew." Hal was quiet for a time digesting the thought of his Mom and Dad watching porn. Did they do it together as foreplay? Or did she watch it alone and pleasure herself? Hal started imagining his mother, legs spread, working a dildo in her wet slit. He got hard again.
Marion was also thoughtful. What would he say if she told him that Jack uploaded videos of her to the site and she got a thrill out of the watch stats and likes that each new clip garnered? They were always careful to keep her face out of them. She wondered if he had seen any of them. The idea of dozens or hundreds of men jerking off to images of her pleasuring herself or being mounted by Jack turned her on. The thought that one of them could be her own son made her tingle. She felt herself getting wet.
Then they were home. "Ellie is at the store and then going out and your Dad is doing overtime at work, so it's just you and me today." Marion turned in the hallway, her chest heaving, eyes bright, mouth smiling. "What would you like to do?"
I want to rip your dress off and fuck you raw right here and now, is what Hal thought. "Ummm, gonna go unpack."
Marion pulled him into a tight hug, pressing her breasts into his chest. "OK sweetie. I'll make some lunch. It's good to have you home again."
Hal hurried off to his bedroom. His old Star Wars and Lord of the Rings posters were still on the walls. Model airplanes circled in silent combat from the light. In a daze he started unloading clothes, mostly dirty, and set up his laptop. After that drive home, he really needed to stroke one off urgently. He put his headphones on and logged onto this favorite pornshare website. Quickly he found one of his favorited videos that he'd given a high rating too. It started with hands caressing large breasts, still full but slightly sagged with maturity. Hands roamed down over a waist thickened with childbearing to parted thighs and began exploring. He could hear the woman's breath get louder and more intense as she explored her body. Caressing thighs, caressing stomach, cupping breasts, fondling nipples.
Hal undid his pants and pulled them down, gripping his hardened cock. Slowly he stroked in time to the woman's rubbing at her clitoris and gasped when she gasped as she pushed fingers inside of herself. As her fingers slid in and out, Hal rubbed up and down, his eyes focused on her bush and open, glistening vagina while he massaged his tight scrotum and caressed his engorged shaft. Her heavy breathing was loud in his headphones.... "Oooooh" she moaned. Hal was breathing heavily, stroking harder, getting ready to come... almost...
