Seventeen
"Morning Mom, how did last night go?"
Marcia Livingstone lifted her eyes from the cup of coffee she held in her hands. Her son Todd had entered the kitchen without her noticing. Then again, she wasn't all that alert this morning.
She couldn't help but admire his toned body. "Hard to believe," she thought; "he's nineteen, nooo, in a couple weeks he'll be twenty." Her eyes scanned from his grey eyes to his chiseled abs and on down, stopping to notice the cock head poking down one leg of his shorts, the only clothing he wore.
Involuntarily she licked her lips, then shook her head. "Not after last night." She thought.
Todd returned her scan. His mom may have been in her early forties but definitely a stone fox. Well maybe not this morning; with her tousled brown hair and left over makeup from last night she really fit the definition of 'rode hard and put away wet'. even still, he did feel a tightening in his groin and his dick pushing against the nylon of his gym shorts.
"So, hard night?"
Before she could answer, her husband Jeff came briskly into the kitchen, a large smile on his face. He too dressed in just a pair of shorts. Behind him stood their eighteen year old daughter Mellissa. Wearing nothing but a tee shirt that reached her navel she was an exact copy of her mother at eighteen.
Marcia looked up and indicated to Mellissa to clean up the cum at the corners of her mouth. With a smile she sucked her fingers clean.
"Yes mom, did you have a hard night?"
"Oh god, I think so, but I don't remember much. Jeff, you were there, what happened?"
Jeff poured himself a coffee and offered cups to the kids. All gathered at the table, Marcia squirming on the pillow under her tender and bare ass.
"Okay, well I didn't see it all because Betty Jo was keeping me occupied too, but really it was pretty well organized, at least at the beginning. We started you with the smallest guys first ..."
"You mean Little Willy Carl?"
"Yes Mellissa, now don't interrupt. Where was I? Oh yes, you had Carl first, he must have gone fifteen - twenty minutes before he blew."
"I loved starting with him, he has a way of really putting a woman in the mood."
"Right, then came a series of guys with progressively large cocks. It was working so well that you kept moaning and humming and asking for more. One time when I looked up from Betty Jo's box Horse Cock Harry was lining up on you. I didn't say anything but I did watch, and if it looked like you were hurting I'd have stopped him, but you took him like a champ. just moaned "More" and backed up on him."
"Damn. No wonder my ass hurts."
"Uhh, well, he went for a while. Just as gentle as he could before he blew. Then one of the other guys climbed back in the saddle, then I think that's when The Rhino came in the room."
"Oh god NO!" "The Rhino?"
"Who's The Rhino?"
"Mellissa, picture a coke can, but twice as long. That's The Rhino. Mark Wilcox, he's a lawyer here in town. Just the nicest of guys, knows what he's packing, and is careful with it. I've had him in my pussy a couple times. He put me in orbit every time. But I couldn't take but half of him."
"Yeah, even the guys that go that way stay clear of him."
"Yeah, but what about you dad? have you done him?"
"One time. That's all I'll say about that. I'll suck him any time, but that's all."
"So I had the Horse and the Rhino, no wonder I feel like my ass will never close.'
