Bryan Taylor cleared out of his dorm late in the morning, after taking his Econ mid-term exam. He'd been set to roll down to Lauderdale with his roommate Steve, to party Spring Break away.
He'd changed his plans at the last minute.
By noon he was on the interstate in his little Fiat, headed south to his mother's house. Just after three in the afternoon, he pulled into the driveway of the two-story brick colonial that he'd grown up in.
Bryan was worried about his mom.
Carol Taylor had struggled in the months since Bryan's father had abruptly moved out, leaving her alone in the big house with Bryan's sister, Harper. Carol's video calls with her son at school had become litanies of the frustration and worry of trying to get her increasingly defiant eighteen-year-old daughter under control. The calls had become less frequent over the last month, and Carol had seemed more distracted and less eager to spend time on the phone at all.
So, Bryan had decided on a sudden impulse to spend the week back home instead of at the beach.
He parked in the drive and let himself into the house through the side door. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, it abruptly occurred to him that calling ahead might have been a better idea than surprising his mother.
Because, judging by the noises echoing down the stairwell from the upstairs bedrooms, it sounded like Dad had come home again.
Bryan was anything but a virgin. He knew the sounds a woman made when fucking, and he knew his mother's voice--but he'd never heard the two sounds together. Until now.
"Shit," he muttered, setting his bags down quietly on the ceramic tile floor. His mother might have been devastated by her husband's leaving, but Bryan had been glad to see the cheating bastard go. He'd looked forward to spending time with his mom this week, but the last thing he wanted was to put up with day after day of Craig Taylor's swaggering braggadocio again.
So, the reason that Mom had stopped wanting to talk was that Dad was keeping her busy in the bedroom. She could at least have let Bryan know. He supposed that she might be embarrassed to admit that she'd taken the big lout back.
Dejected, Bryan considered slipping back out to the car and going on to the beach as he'd originally planned.
His mother's moans grew louder. He moved toward the main stair, telling himself that he just wanted to make sure that he was right about what was going on and that she was okay. He couldn't admit to himself that hearing Mom's husky contralto raised in carnal rapture as she approached orgasm was turning him on.
That his father could still excite his mother repelled Bryan...but not enough to soften the erection stirring in his pants. Suppressing his annoyance, he crept up the carpeted steps.
He was on the second-floor landing when he heard another woman's voice--a giggle and a squeal, higher-pitched than his mother's.
Okay, then. Not Dad.
Bryan had never thought about his mom being into other women, nor what impact if any that might have had on her relationship with her husband.
The voice might be Jill Lawson's. Her Subaru wagon was parked out in front of her house next door, unusual at this time in the afternoon on a Friday. In her late thirties, busty blonde Jill was a married high school teacher with a son of her own, and an outrageous flirt who'd gotten pretty handsy with Bryan not long before he'd graduated. She had a filthy mouth on her, too, but in his opinion she was a little too brazen to be believed. He couldn't see her sneaking home from school before student dismissals to seduce her lonely neighbor.
Okay, so sneaking up on his mom while she was fucking was creepy. But curiosity was killing Bryan. So he told himself another lie: that his mom was emotionally vulnerable right now and might be involved in something that could get her hurt. He pretended to himself that the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his beautiful mother naked and locked in an intimate embrace with another woman played no part in his slipping silently down the hallway toward the master bedroom.
There was a full-length mirror on the closet door at the end of the hall, directly facing the door of the bedroom that Mom and Dad had shared for so many years. The bedroom door was open, and Bryan found a position from which he could see their bed reflected in that mirror.
His mother was not with Jill Lawson.
Carol Taylor lay on her back in the center of her bed, completely naked. Her head and hips were propped up on pillows, with her long curvy legs bent at the knees and her feet planted flat on the mattress.
Bryan's sister, Harper, crouched on her knees between Carol's widespread thighs. The eighteen-year-old was as naked as her mother, and slowly withdrawing a long, shiny black plastic dildo from Carol's glistening, hairless pussy.
Bryan bit down on his tongue to keep from shouting out loud. This had to be an incredible dream! He was still in bed, back in his dorm room, and probably already late for his Econ test.
He screwed his eyes shut and took a long breath, but when he opened them again nothing had changed. His mother and younger sister were still in bed together, and Harper was still fucking Mom with a big plastic prick.
The end of the fake cock popped free of Carol's pussy. That delicious little pink hole gaped open, the plump lips shiny with her juice. More juice pooled inside her slit. When Harper turned the dildo up and brought the head to her mouth, her brother saw how huge it was. He also saw that it was a two-headed toy, about a foot and a half long and as big around as Harper's wrist, with each end sculpted into perfect oversized replicas of a man's glans.
Harper licked all the cunt cream off the end that had lately been inside her mother's pussy, then tossed the dildo aside.
"Ohhhh...Don't stop now, sweetie," Carol pleaded hoarsely with her daughter. "I was about to cum again!"
"Yeah, I can tell by the way those big nipples stick out," Harper laughed. "Like they always do when you're ready to pop. Like a couple of little cocks."
The girl leaned forward, bringing her face to within a few inches of one of her mother's tremendous breasts. She blew hot breath across Carol's tits, causing the areolae to pucker and the nipples to stand up even stiffer than before. "And you know what I like to do with cocks, Mom. Right?"
Harper pursed her lips around her mother's left nipple and sucked.
"Awwww..." Carol closed her eyes and her head lolled back on the pillow. She reached out to comb her fingers through Harper's long, dark curls. "If you make those cocks feel as good as you always do Mommy's boobs, I bet you're making a lot of guys very happy."
"As many as I can, Mom," Harper said proudly. "And I think, pretty soon, you're gonna do the same."
Bryan took a deep breath and tried to think rationally. He saw three ways he could go from here.
He could barge in on his mom and sister, confused and angry and demanding to know what was going on. Bad idea. It would do no one any good, and would in all likelihood humiliate everyone and maybe cause irreparable emotional harm.
Or, he could back quietly down the stairs, get back in his car, and head for Lauderdale. He didn't know if he could drink or fuck enough in a week at the beach to drive the exciting and disturbing visions of his mom and sister fucking out of his consciousness, but he'd give it one hell of a try.
That might be the sensible thing to do. Stoned debauchery was a plan, right?
Or...he could stay right where he was, and watch what happened next.
He chose the third course of action--or, rather, he let the rock-hard erection straining against the zipper of his pants choose it for him. After all, who could blame a fellow? The two most beautiful women in his world, one of them the woman he'd lusted after every day since he'd first discovered what lust really meant, were unknowingly putting on a private sex show just for him.
Carol and Harper
were
beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous, in fact, sharing a family resemblance while presenting a study in contrasts. Both had dark chestnut hair and wide blue eyes, with small waists and long, shapely legs. But where Harper's body was that of a gymnast-- lean, with a high, tight rump and small, perky breasts--Carol had a voluptuous, hourglass figure. Her hips were full, her ass big and round, her thighs curvy as a 1940s calendar girl. And her breasts would have been the envy of most of those pin-ups: voluminous, perfectly sculpted globes of flesh that defied age and gravity.
Harper could be hell on wheels, but she looked blissfully angelic nursing on her mother's big tits. She slipped one of her small hands down between Carol's legs, running a fingertip around the inner rim of her still-open pussy mouth to lubricate it, then moving up to stroke her mother's prominent, swollen pink clit. Carol's belly shuddered visibly and she rolled her hips against Harper's hand.
"You are soooo good at this," Carol murmured. "You know so much for someone so..."
"Young?" Harper laughed wickedly. "Yeah, been doin' a lot of hurry-up learning since Dad's been gone. The house is empty all day when you're at work, so I cut classes and entertain guests. Speaking of which..." Harper slipped three fingers up into Carol's fuck-slot and wiggled them back and forth. "We gotta get a cock in you, Mom. A lot of cocks, in fact."
"I-I don't know if I'm ready for that," Carol stammered, blushing.
"Of course you're ready. You've been ready. You're such a hot-blooded slut, you were climbing the walls before Dad was gone a week. It's just a good thing that you have a dutiful tramp of a daughter at home to take you in hand, don't you think?"
Bryan couldn't believe that he'd heard right.
