(David has a just had a mini-orgy with Vanessa of the large chest, his sister Vickie, and his apparent true-love, Michele. Vanessa's mom seems to have watched from outside the house...)
It's now about two in the morning, and exhaustion sets in. I mean, I have done some real good, hard fucking in the last few hours and I'm done. We all try and get on the king sized-bed, but it just won't hold four people comfortably. Michele opts to sleep on the love-seat in Vanessa's room. I try and protest but she insists it's fine, and Vanessa won't let go of me anyway.
I end up spooning Vanessa, while my sister spoons me.
We drift off to sleep...
I'm awakened by a hot sensation between my legs. It's daylight outside and I have a hard-on, of course. Lifting the sheets I see Vanessa sucking my cock. Insatiable, this woman is.
Michele is getting her things together, but she comes over and kisses me softly. She appears concerned about morning breath. She's too sweet! She dangles a boob in my face for me to lick... I oblige.
"I gotta go," she whispers.
I make a sad face, and I just mouth the words "I love you" and point to her.
She nods her head and mouths back "Me, too," as she heads out the door.
Vickie is still passed out.
Vanessa climbs up onto me and positions herself on my cock, wriggling around on my hard unit, it slips up into her hairy cunt. She leans forward, her hands by my head as she just slides back and forth on my pelvis, my cock way up inside her puss.
Of course, her massive tits are swinging against my chest. I watch for a few moments, but can't resist and grab them and squeeze them. She leans forward so I can suck them. Damn, she has the biggest and hardest nipples on record.
Vanessa's bedroom door opens, I figure Michele has forgotten something.
But Mrs. A walks into the room. As I'm fucking her daughter and sucking her daughter's tits. Vanessa, trying to be rebellious or something, doesn't even cover up. In fact she sits up straight on my cock and arches her back slightly, extending her tits.
"Good morning, David... girls..." says Mrs. A. Vickie stirs and tries to open her eyes.
"Good morning, Mrs. A," I respond. What the hell else am I supposed to do?
"Hi Mom!" says Vanessa, beaming brightly at her mother. She rises up slightly and comes back down, she's fucking me again. And talking to her mom.
"Dear," says Mrs. A. "Your dad is bringing your brother in about 20 minutes. You two..." she indicates me and my sister... "need to be gone..."
"Ok, Mom."
Vanessa goes back to her hands postion and starts fucking me hard and fast.
"Um... Vickie... can you... get our stuff... together..." I manage, as I'm getting jumped on by this tigress.
"Come on, David! Cum... I've got to clean my room..."
"Oh," says Mrs. A. "I'll help you... just finish up now..."
She stands there on the side of the bed while her daughter fucks my raging cock. But I'm just lying there, stunned.
"Oh for heaven's sake, David." Mrs. A seems put out. "Suck her boobs or something so you can go."
Mrs. A reaches down and grabs her daughter's left tit, and pushes it towards my mouth. I suck, hard, suck more, all the while staring into Mrs. A's eyes.
"Come on Vanessa, Fuck him more!" she cries out. "Fuck his cock! Oh I could have finished him by now with my little finger..."
"Mom!"
Mrs. A slaps her daughters ample ass. "Faster... faster..."
Vickie, my sister, had gotten up to get our clothes, but she sank back down on the love seat and masturbated furiously, watching us.
Mrs. A keeps spanking Vanessa's ass. I reach for Mrs. A but can only graze her butt cheek a little bit as she's just out of easy reach.
I can't take it anymore, Vickie's over there repeating "fuck... fuck..." over and over. Mrs. A still has one hand on her daughter's boob and slapping her ass with the other. My cock is being assaulted by Vanessa's tight pussy...
I throw my head back and SPLOOOSH! into her pussy. Sploosh, more... and more... Vanessa cums, too... her cunt contracting on my cock in waves of pleasure.
"Hurry up!" Mrs. A pushes Vanessa off. She stares at my cum-covered cock.
Vanessa is rather pissy... I sense that this is not a good time to shove my wet cock in Mrs. A's face.
Vickie and I hurriedly dress and skeet out of there.
On the 10 minute drive home, Vickie and I rehash the previous events...
"So..." she says... "How was your night?" We both laugh. "You and Michele seem to be getting along famously... should I be jealous?"
"Yes, you should. How about that Mrs. A, huh?" I ask.
"Yeah, there is something seriously going on between those two. I don't know what it is, doesn't seem good, though."
"Lots of anger and resentment... jealousy maybe?" I ponder.
"Could be... what did you say to her last night?"
"She was pissed, threatened to call the cops. I told her to watch from outside, something interesting will probably happen. Sure enough, interesting things DID happen!"
"No, you didn't! Did she see? Was she out there?"
"I could see a cigarette ember in the glass. So, yeah, she watched everything."
"Holy shit..." Vickie was speechless. That doesn't happen often.
"So, dear sister, what happened to you at the party?"
"Well... first I heard about how you stuck up for my honor. That is so sweet, David.."
"It wasn't your honor, I was pissed that a guy was touching you..."
"Oh..."
Awkward silence.
"David," she began, but I cut her off.
"Vickie... I love you. Really and Truly. But I also see that... what we have is special..."
"Yes David, it is. Very special to me."
"Right. And I want to keep doing what we're doing. But both of us will have... others... and I need to try and somehow come to grips with that."
"I know what you mean. I do. It wasn't easy for me to see you fucking the shit of Vanessa at first. Twice. But at the same time, it was great fun and she was having a blast."
"Yeah... Oh! Tomorrow. I'm going to be staying home sick. Mrs. A and I have an appointment."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I told her to watch, you know, and if she was interested I could come back by myself on Monday. Just now, she winked and nodded to me. I'm taking that as a sign that she's interested."
"Holy shit... I don't know if that's such a good idea now, David... I mean, her and Vanessa... that seems explosive, ya know?"
"Yeah I was thinking that, too... but you avoided my earlier question, what did you do at the frat house?"
"You really want to know? I don't think you'll like it so much..."
"Go ahead. You can try and make me feel better later."
"I will anyways, dummy! Okay, so that guy I went with, Christian, we uh... we fucked..."
"Ouch, my heart!" I cried out but also laughed a little.
"And in the middle of it, Tiny came in."
"That fucker, I will kill him!" Then I made a face to show I wasn't being serious. "Continue..."
"Well... he's always had a thing for me. He's really nice...he has a heart of gold..."
"Tiny?"
"Yeah. So Christian is fucking me and Tiny is watching, stroking himself. I tell Christian to cum on my face. He does, followed by Tiny..."
"So, two guys came on your face..."
"Yep..."
"And?"
"And... it was AWESOME!"
"I bet it was... hey WAIT a minute! I kissed you last night!"
"Yes you did. You must be a fag or something because their cum was still on me somewhere..."
I punched her arm, kinda hard.
"Ow! Asshole!"
"Bitch!" We made it home without further incident.
Mom was a little pissy with us when we got home. Giving us chores to do, telling us how lucky we are to have a mom like her, all the things she does for us, etc. We felt kinda bad and jumped at all the work and didn't give her any lip. She wanted a pity party but we gave her no more ammo. She seemed somewhat placated.
Later that night, as my sister and I were fucking, we talked more about Mrs. A.
"I still don't think you should... oooh... go..."
"You're just a jealous bitch who wants all my cum," I replied.
"That's... ungh... true... (pant pant pant) but... I still think... (pant pant pant) it will cause trouble."
"Trouble is my... stop clenching or I'll cum right now.. middle... name..."
"How was... (panting) did you like... fucking Vanessa's ass?"
"I liked it... (panting)... was cool... next time... (panting)... you and me... your ass..."
"I want you (panting) to do that..."
"I said...(panting) stop clenching... oh, are you there now?... oh shit... oh shit... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"mmmmmmmmm... David... yesssssssss... holy shit..."
- - -
"Yeah, Mom. Kind of a migraine, I guess."
"Well, I'll come home for lunch and make you something nice..."
"Mom.. I'm not hungry..."
"We'll see. Take care, sweetie... love you!"
Huh? Mom never says "Love you". She has never been demonstrative like that. Whatever. Now my day with Mrs. A has a time limit on it. Fuck.
I wait about 15 minutes after Mom and Vickie leave. Vick was pretending to be mad at me because we had no playtime this morning. I told her I was saving it for Mrs. A. She told me she was going to blow 5 guys in the bathroom today. She may not be kidding. You never know... Vanessa comes by and picks up Vickie and they go to classes.
I saunter up to Mrs. A's door, feeling pretty cool.
She answers the door wearing a woman's business suit. I thought she was calling in sick today.
"What do you want?" she asks sharply. "I'm running late."
"Mrs. A... I told you I was coming over today..."
"I don't want you seeing my daughter any more. You're a sick pervert. I saw what you did and it almost made me sick. Slapping my daughter around, you should be in jail somewhere..."
What the fuck is she talking about? She loved it, I know she did! She came and helped her daughter fuck me the next morning! There's no way... Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Realization hit me. Deep down, she wants to be a slut, but her thinking brain won't allow her to cross the line. But if someone drags her over the line, then it isn't her fault...
"... furthermore, your sister is a total slut and I'm going to tell your mom that you two were naked and probably fucking..."
"Mrs. A..." I say quietly.
"... and she will probably throw you out of the house..."
"Mrs A!" I say rather sternly. That gets her to stop.
"Do you have any orange juice?"
"What? Uh... yeah... I'll get some..." Moms need to be good hosts...
I put my foot in the door and follow her to the kitchen.
"What do you want?" she asks quietly.
"Glass of orange juice, please." She gets a glass, finds the carton, fills it very full. She hands it to me.
"Thank you, Mrs. A." I take a good couple swallows. I had no breakfast and I'm going to need my strength.
"Mmm-hmmm. Nice and cold. No pulp."
She looks at me like, what the fuck?
