Mom Ends The Drought -- Part 4
Breakfast next morning was relaxed, as the four of us tackled our cereal and toast. Caroline and I, after a peaceful night, book-ended by a leisurely fuck before settling for the night, and another after we woke, decided to come down for breakfast naked, and we weren't surprised to find Mom and Sophie at the breakfast table similarly unclad.
Mom laughed. "Are you two undressed for sex or swimming?"
I grinned at her. "Both," I said, and Caroline smiled and nodded her agreement. Mom nodded and took another bite of her toast.
"Mom?" said Sophie.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I don't know what plans we have for the day, but before we start anything sexy you said you were going to let me try your dildos, to see which one I preferred."
"Yes, I did, didn't I? Okay, sweetheart, after we finish breakfast."
"Any chance I could try them, too?" said Caroline, "I've thought of getting one for lonely nights when I'm feeling horny, but didn't know what kind to buy, or where to get one for that matter."
"Okay, Caroline, you can try them too." Mom looked across at me and winked. "Peter might like to help you try them?"
"Yes, please," I said, grinning like a fool.
"Looks like that's our morning planned, then," said Sophie, laughing. She reached for her slice of toast. "But first, we finish breakfast."
Which didn't take long. As soon as we'd all finished, Mom stood. "Okay, you three clear the breakfast things, I'll go and fetch my dildos."
"Sure thing, Mom," said Sophie, "me first!"
Mom was only gone a couple of minutes, and I was just drying the last cup when she came back carrying a silk scarf-wrapped bundle.
"Sitting room, gang," she said, and I put the cup in the cupboard, hung the dishtowel on its hook and followed the two girls into the sitting room, admiring anew the delicious play of muscles in the two delightful female asses I was following. Mom took her usual armchair and I and the two girls sat on the couch.
Mom unwrapped her bundle, to reveal, as promised, three dildos. Two were conventional, I guess, cock-shaped, cock sized, with molded-on testicles and an extension to form a handle. One, I guessed, would be an eight-inch cock, the other about an inch shorter, each of them having about a three inch handle, the shorter one looking to be slightly slimmer. They were both a translucent neutral color. Mom held them up.
"You girls might like to try these first," she said. "The bigger one was a present from my husband, given to me just before he had to leave on a business trip, the first time we'd been apart since our marriage. As far as we could tell, it was as close as we could get to the same size and shape as his cock, erect and ready to fuck me. I didn't use it for the first three nights, but then I was really missing him and had to try it. I used it every day until he was home again after that first time. It wasn't the same as being fucked by a warm and caring man, but it was good."
She put the bigger dildo down and picked up the slightly smaller one. "This one I bought myself, for when I felt horny, my husband wasn't around but I wanted a prick in my pussy, a cock in my cunt, or whatever other expression is apt, but didn't want to feel quite so filled, the better to appreciate my husband's size when next we fucked. This last one," she said, holding up the third dildo, bright pink with what looked like a secondary cock piece attached to the side, "is a vibrator. The extension is supposed to stimulate the clitoris. Personally, I prefer to use my fingers to tickle my clit while I operate the dildo with my other hand. Okay, then, who gets first choice?"
"It should be Sophie," said Caroline, "she's family, I'm just a friend."
"Sophie?"
"I just had a thought," said Sophie. "Let's get Peter hard, then I want to try the dildo that most closely matches Peter's size. Okay?"
"Sounds good," said Caroline, "and I get to try the other one?" She turned to me, her hand giving my half-hard cock a squeeze. "Ready for me to get you hard, Peter?"
I laughed. "Absolutely. Don't think it will take long, either."
Next thing I knew, my cock was halfway down Caroline's throat. Given the situation, it wasn't long before JT was hard and raring to go and she let me slip from her mouth with a wet pop. Sophie reached out and Mom passed her the two ordinary dildos. Grinning at me as I leaned back, JT standing proud, Sophie compared my erection to the two pleasure toys.
"By my estimate," she said, winking at me, "Peter's cock is almost exactly the same size as the bigger of the two dildos."
"I've thought, Peter, when you're fucking me," said Mom, "that feeling your cock in my pussy reminds me so much of your Dad, and I guess that's understandable if you're the same size."
"Going to try it now, Sophie?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Yes, I am."
"Are you wet enough?"
She laughed. "Any wetter and I'd be flooding the place. Okay, people, here goes." Taking a deep breath, she carefully offered the faux cock to her pussy, easing it in an inch or so, then out a little, spreading her juices, then in again, then again, taking a little more each time, until with a little cry of triumph she sank it as far as it would go into her pussy.
"Oh, yes," she cried, "this is what was missing at the sleepover. I'd like one just like this, please, Mom."
"Can I try the other one, please?" said Caroline.
"Here you go," said Mom, passing it across. I watched, fascinated, as Caroline repeated Sophie's actions until the second dildo was buried to its root in her pussy. She grinned at me.
"One this size will do me for my solo sessions, then I can appreciate the extra size of you when we fuck," she said, beginning to fuck herself with the dildo, matching her thrusts to Sophie's. I glanced across at Mom, who beckoned me closer. I stood and moved across to her.
"Those two are off in worlds of their own," she said with a smile, "So how about a fuck for your Mom?"
"Here? Now?" I said.
Mom nodded. "Right here, on the rug," she said, getting up and laying herself down. "No need for foreplay, I'm soaking. Just get that lovely cock into my pussy and give me all you've got!"
Moments later, JT was easing into Mom's heat and wetness and she sighed in content as I rooted myself in her.
"That's it, sweetheart, now let's fuck!"
And fuck we did, my cock moving easily in Mom's juices, audibly too, and I stifled a laugh as one stroke produced a wet blurt from Mom's pussy. I was wondering if the girls were aware but then heard Caroline's voice.
"Hey, Sophie! Floor show!"
"Fuck, yes! Way to go, Mom, way to go, Peter, fuck her good!"
She may have said more, but I could feel my climax building and tried to angle my cock to give Mom the best experience, so wasn't paying attention to anything other than cock and pussy, hoping that Mom would come first. She did, her pussy contracting around my cock, trying to drain me, but I was only seconds behind her, blasting my jizz into her depths, gasping for breath, feeling the sweat pooling between us in the summer warmth.
Equilibrium came slowly, our panting easing, slowing. Mom stretched up to kiss me.
"Thank you, sweetheart, that was
good!
"Pretty good for me, too, Mom."
"And for we spectators," said Caroline, "first time I've ever watched another couple fucking, but I guess if the four of us are playing together, it won't be the last time." She laughed. "And now I make myself come with this lovely dildo," she said, beginning again to slide the pleasure toy in and out of her visibly wet pussy, her actions imitated by Sophie.
"Ease out, sweetheart," said Mom, "and let us be spectators now while Sophie and Caroline get themselves off."
Moments later, Mom and I were enthralled spectators as the two girls got themselves off and I noticed that each of them was stroking her clit, adding to the sensations package. I wondered idly who would be first but there was no clue in their faces, each of them absorbed in what they were doing. In fact it was Sophie, but only by a second or two and Mom and I watched, enthralled, at the ecstasy-as-agony expressions on their faces as they climaxed.
"Whooee," said Sophie, fighting for breath, "that was
good!
Yes, Mom, I want one just like this, please."
"And I would like one like this," said Caroline, easing the pleasure toy from her pussy.
"Tell you what," said Mom, "you two keep those and I'll get myself a new one next time I'm in town."
"Are you sure?" said Caroline, "because if you are, thank you, thank you very much!"
"Yeah, Mom, thank you," said Sophie. She laughed. "Next sleepover is going to be even more fun."
Almost as if the mention of sleepover had triggered it, Sophie's phone rang. Never far from her, it was on the coffee table and she picked it up.
"Hmm. Tanya. Wonder what she wants. Hello? Hi, Tanya what you after... yeah, I remember... hang on. I'll ask him." She turned to me. "Remember, I told you I'd told Tanya and Suzi that it was you who shaved my pussy? Well, Tanya is asking, will you shave theirs?"
I glanced at Caroline and she nodded, her eyes alight with mischief. I turned back to Sophie. "Okay, sis, I'm willing. Best here, I think."
"Yeah, but when?"
"Make it tomorrow, if you can," said Mom. "I have to go into town, and I promised to see your Aunt Carla, so I'll be gone most of the day."
"Tanya? Can you and Suzi come round here tomorrow, say around noon? Mom will be gone most of the day, so there will only be Peter, me and Caroline here... oh, Peter's girlfriend... no, Caroline's an okay lady. She's fun, we just had a dildo race... you heard right. If you're a good girl I'll let you try it tomorrow... okay, see you then. Bye for now." She hung up, laughing. "That took her by surprise. So okay, Peter, tomorrow you will have two pussies to shave, one brunette, Tanya, and one dark blonde, Suzi."
"You lucky boy," said Caroline, laughing.
"You don't mind?"
"I don't mind, honest, and if it's okay with Tanya and Suzi, I'd like to watch. Abby and I shaved ourselves but with hindsight it might have been more fun to shave each other."
"It's certainly enjoyable having someone shave you," said Mom, grinning, "especially if the shave is followed by a fuck!"
"Absolutely," said Sophie.
"I might draw the line at that for Tanya and Suzi with Peter," said Caroline, laughing, "but it could depend on the circumstances, say if someone was poking me with a dildo at the same time, or maybe eating my pussy."
