Sr: It's Out of Hand

Slut Rose: It's Out of Hand, Part 4

I was trapped, but I sure didn't feel like that was a bad thing. Emmanuelle, my best friend's mom, was behind me as I sat on the couch, leaning over me and kissing me ravenously. My own mom was kneeling on the floor between my knees, stroking my cock. And since we had all been sprayed by that damn chemical, it was going to be a long night.

I looked down at my mom as Emmanuelle kissed and licked my neck, tearing off her clothes.

"I can't help but want you," my mom said, feeling guilty, surprisingly not completely overtaken by the spray yet. She was still fighting it, although I knew it was a losing battle. "Oh, honey," she said, stroking my cock. "You're so excited... and... hard. It's ok, right? We're not doing anything wrong."

My mom alternately shrugged her robe off first one shoulder then the other, baring her body to my gaze as Emmanuelle went around the couch and knelt behind her. "Oh my... I know you want these titties!" Emmanuelle exclaimed, her hands snaking beneath my mom's arms and cupping her breasts, shaking them lightly for me to watch as both women looked up at me. "Mmm... Jessica... I bet you want to choke on that cock right now. It's not a big deal. You can do anything you want. Anything."

My mom moaned at her words and feeling Emmanuelle's hands teasing her body. "I want you to tease him really good, 'cause I want him to give you a really big fat load of cum. You can you do that, can't you Jessica?" she asked. "Cause if you don't, I'm going to fuck him myself first."

I could tell that my mom's feelings of guilt were wearing off quickly. "Yes... I can do that," she whispered excitedly.

Emmanuelle moved close, putting her chin on my mom's shoulder from behind. "Mmmm, let's take off his pants."

They both sat back and grabbed at my jeans, tugging them down my legs. There was no way I was going to fight them.

"Get comfortable for me, 'cause I'm going to give you the best fucking blowjob you've ever had," my mom said, sliding back in and wrapping her long fingers around my shaft. Her hands felt incredible. "I want your cock in my mouth." She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking and licking it. Her tongue swirled around it and licked underneath it. "Do you want to see how far I can shove your cock down my throat? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You know," Emmanuelle said, backing away from her again and started to lay down on the floor behind her. "You'd look pretty with your pussy on my mouth." She slid her head underneath my mom. She was going to lick her pussy while my mom sucked on my cock. Some need... some desire inside me wished I could see that.

"I get really wet whenever I choke on a cock," my mom said as Emmanuelle licked her. "Oh fuck, her tongue feels so good!" she moaned. "You know what my favorite thing is, Vince? My favorite thing is when I suck on your cock and my eyes water." Then she deepthroated me, sliding my cock deeper than I'd ever felt before. I swore my cock was sliding into her lungs. I felt her swallow a little and felt her gagging on me before sliding off again. Her eyes were indeed watering and her face was crimson red. She was sacrificing her need for oxygen for her need for cock.

"Am I doing a good job? Is this what you like to see?" she asked before doing it again. As she pulled off this time, her hands stroked me faster. "Oh God... your cock is so fucking huge... I like when I choke on it. I like being a dirty little whore for you. You like that, don't you? I get really excited when I suck a cock and feel how hard it gets for me and yours is so... hard."

We sat there for a long time and I could feel my mom's excitement as Emmanuelle's tongue hit her clit just right again and again. My body was on fire, every nerve was raw, feeling the pleasure pour over me, and her whimpering with my cock in her mouth was driving me absolutely crazy. I couldn't take much more of this before I just had to have her pussy.

In agony, I grunted, grabbed her hair firmly in my hand, and pulled her off my cock. She looked up at me, whimpering as if I was denying her heartfelt desire. I moved her as I shifted off the couch, until I was kneeling on the floor and lay her on her back. Emmanuelle moved beside us, her face shiny with my mom's juices. I moved between my mom's legs and let my cock rest against her pussy as I rubbed the shaft against it. I growled as I felt her heat and wetness. I couldn't wait to be buried so deep inside her.

"Oh, please," she begged. "Give me that thick shaft. Rub your fucking cock all over my pussy like that. My pussy is so fucking wet for you right now. Oh, fuck!" Her face looked so needy... so wanton. She wasn't lying, she wanted me bad. Her pussy was drooling, begging for me.

"You like watching my cock, don't you?" I asked her, teasing her by grabbing my shaft and sliding the tip in circles over her clit. We locked eyes and the way she was looking at me was so incredibly erotic. She was a wanton slut for me. "You want to watch this fucking cock shove into your pussy, don't you? You want me to make you cry as I split you in two with this big cock."

She was writhing beneath me, trying to get my cock into her, lifting and wriggling her hips. Trying... but I was not going to let her succeed until I was ready. "Sweetie... mommy has to... has to have you. Oh my God you have no idea how badly I need it right now. And you... you can have mommy... any time you want. Forever, baby. Oh... honey... God, I love you. Do you feel how wet mommy is for you right now?"

I groaned. Yeah, I felt how wet she was. I felt her wetness coating my cock. I felt her heat radiating from her pussy like a furnace. And I felt my need growing so strong that I couldn't control myself any more.

"I want your cock, baby. I've never wanted something so bad," she moaned. "Fuck mommy like you mean it. Please!"

And I did. I adjusted my position and slid just a little of the head into her, set my hands on both sides of her head to brace myself and to look down on her, and then in one stroke slid as deep as I could causing her to exhale and gasp. "God you're so fucking tight," I moaned as I slid back out a little only to drive back inside. "Do I feel good inside you?"

She reached up and grabbed my sides, her legs rising so that her feet could hook my ass to keep me from pulling away. "Oh God... oh God, baby, you feel so... good!" She was almost crying, either from the pain, the guilt, or from the sexual pleasure my cock was forcing from her. "So... fucking... big!"

Emmanuelle interrupted us by kicking her leg over my mom's head and settling her pussy onto her mouth. "Stop talking and start eating my pussy," she demanded. "And don't you stop fucking her," she whimpered to me, sounding a little desperate for release and control. She leaned in and kissed me, grabbing my face in her hands to hold me there as her tongue speared deep into my mouth again and again.

I could hear my mom breathing beneath us, trying to breath as Emmanuelle's pussy tried to smother her. But she never stopped licking.

"Yes, baby, yes! Fill your mommy up," Emmanuelle said, holding my head an inch away from hers. "I wanna watch you cum inside her so bad. Give it to her, fucker... motherfucker... cum in her... and make her cum all over your fucking cock."

I felt my mom's pussy convulsing, squeezing my cock as her juices poured out of her in her first orgasm of the night. It was running down my thighs and dripping from my balls as I kept sliding in and out of her and she was moaning loudly between Emmanuelle's thighs.

"Don't you dare stop eating my pussy," Emmanuelle commanded, grabbing my mom's nipples, squeezing and pulling them. My mom groaned even louder, but continued her tongue assault. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum!" Emmanuelle groaned loudly as her body began to shake.

I felt my own orgasm coming fast. I was sweating hard and all my nerves were on edge as my mom's pussy milked me. "Oh my God!" I yelled out as I felt the first spray jetting into her. I couldn't slow the pace of my thrusting, though. I felt a deep animalistic need for more... lots more!

Emmanuelle looked down at my cock and giggled. "Oh my god you came a lot," she laughed, smiling. She reached down and played with the copious amount that had squirted out around my shaft, raising it to her lips for a taste. Then she lifted off my mom's face and moved above her head, lifting it and settling her legs beneath it to cradled it in her lap. Now my mom could easily see me and easily see our junction. She reached down and gathered more of my cum on her fingers and slid it into my mom's mouth. My mom seemed hesitant and first but quickly started licking and sucking the cum-drenched finger. "Now... don't stop, Vince. Do it again! Now she can watch." It was a wicked thing to do, to now force my mom to watch as I fucked her. There was no denying it now, no thinking that maybe it didn't happen, or maybe neither one of us wanted it to happen.

No... we saw the desire and want in each other's eyes. We both wanted this.

"Harder!" Emmanuelle cheered. "Go ahead. Grab her fucking hips and pound into her, fucker!"

*****

It was a long night, one that I, once again, barely remember. I woke up on the floor in the early morning with my mom laying on top of me, likely where she collapsed after riding me for her umpteenth orgasm. After her first orgasm, things heated up quickly. I had no idea who's pussy belonged to whom or who's mouth or hand belonged to whom. All I remember was the constant parade of fucking, licking, and sucking anything and everything that moved. I even had a strange recollection of fucking my mother's ass. Nothing was taboo. Nothing was sacred.

I heard snoring and realized that my dad was lying on the couch beside us, naked, and sleeping deeply. I had no idea when he got involved with all this or when he joined in.

I still felt excited, felt my cock even now growing next to my mom's pussy, as memories of last night flashed through my mind. With just a little movement, the head was rubbing against her entrance. I felt my mom move, even while almost completely asleep, and just let it slide inside. It was as if her body knew what it wanted, even if her brain was too tired. I felt her move slowly sliding me in and out.

Then she woke up. "Hey baby," she whispered, looking up at me and kissing my chest. "You feel so good."

"Mom... I just..."

"Shhh... this is just our way of... of loving each other, baby. You... you did exactly what I asked for. And I love how you made me feel. I truly loved it. All of it. I do," she said, trying to ease my guilty feelings.

"This is... ok?" I asked her as she sat up a little more, putting her hands on my chest to move her hips and fuck me more energetically, her tits bobbing and swaying above me. "You don't... regret... this?"

She smiled and stretched up to kiss me. "No, honey. No, I don't regret it. I mean... mmm... I know it wasn't our choice to do this. I don't know what's in that spray that makes me feel like this... oh God... makes me do... this. But... fuck... I've never felt more sure about anything, sweetie. I just love you. Mommy loves you."

She leaned forward, kissed me again and then closed her eyes for a moment as she plunged my cock deeper inside her with a loving sigh and put her feet flat on the ground to squat and get a lot of leverage to fuck me. "Yes... God yes," she whispered. Then we looked each other in the eye as she began fucking me in earnest.

*****

We fucked for another three hours that morning, with my dad sleeping a foot away, before we just had to stop. We were just too tired to continue. I stumbled upstairs to my bedroom on shaky legs, still with a pussy-juice-covered, raging hardon, and collapsed in my bed.

I was extremely worn out and slept until the next morning. When I awoke, mid-morning, and realized it was Friday, I quickly showered, dressed, and headed off to class. It wasn't until that afternoon that I finally remembered that my sister, Sara, was coming in from school. She was two years older than me and in her third year of college. Her college was 6 hours away, so she didn't get to come home often.

But I remembered my mom telling me that she was coming in this weekend. She was coming into... this. She was coming into this spray and this sexual perversion that I and our parents were now trapped in. I couldn't stand to see her get trapped in it, too.

I grabbed my phone and called her on my way to my car. I was lucky, she answered quickly.

"Hey, what's up?" she said. I could hear the road noise from the car's speaker phone so I knew she was on her way.

"Sara," I said, wondering what I was going to say. I hadn't put a lot of thought into this plan. "What are you doing?"

"I'm driving. I'm about 4 hours away. What are you doing?" she asked.

"I, uh, just got out of class for the day. Listen... the reason I called... I think you shouldn't... you know... come home this weekend."

"Why?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed. "I already told mom and dad I'd be in this weekend for my birthday."

"It's just that... there's a little problem here. Mom and dad are... sick... and... I think you should just stay there." I didn't know what to even tell her. How could I tell her what mom, dad, and myself had undergone in the past week? How could I tell her we were all... fucking? It didn't even sound like the truth to me, and I'd been living it. It sounded like some perverted movie.

"Sick? What are you talking about? I just talked to mom before I left. She sounded fine... maybe a little over-excited that I was coming home, but that's just mom."

"It's not something they're talking about," I said. I wanted to be serious enough that she'd stay away. But I had to be vague because I couldn't explain what was going on.

"You're scaring me, Vince. What's wrong with them? Tell me it's not cancer..." she sounded more worried than scared. I wasn't doing this right. I had to make her understand!

"No! God no... it's nothing like that at all. It's not terminal or anything. It's just... contagious. And I don't want you to get it."

"Then what is it?" she asked, sounding frustrated and starting to get angry. "Mom sounded just fine and never said a word about anything being wrong."

I felt trapped. There was nothing I could say to convince her and I couldn't tell her the truth. She'd never believe that either. "I can't tell you right now. Ok? Just... turn around."

"Ugh!" she said loudly and hung up.

I called back, but she wouldn't answer. I had no idea if I'd convinced her or not.

And then I received a call from Mateo. I stared at my phone for a moment, suddenly wondering if it was really him or not, wondering if something else was going on.

"Mateo, hey," I said, happy to hear from him again.

"Hey man... I'm running away with Gabrielle," he said hurriedly. "And I'll be throwing away this phone as soon as I get off so you won't be able to contact me."

"What? What's happening now?"

"I don't want them tracking me. She's fucking crazy man. I came by the house and half the neighbors were now sucked into this. I'm gonna have to do it. I don't have a choice."

"Do what?" I asked, starting to get scared. Was he going to kill his mom?

I could hear Gabrielle in the background, begging Mateo to please stop and fuck her. She sounded more desperate than ever.

"Jeez Gabrielle, be careful! I don't want to fucking wreck," Mateo warned her.

"But I need it, Mateo... bad!" I could just make out Gabrielle saying in the background. It sounded like he moved the phone from his ear and I could hear more noise from her. There was a lot of movement in the car with a lot of sounds I didn't recognize.

"Yeah... ok... just... just don't push them down too far, ok?" I heard Gabrielle almost giggle in delight followed by slight sucking noises. "And don't fucking hit the steering wheel... Oh, fuck... go slow, go slow," Mateo said. "Fuck dude, this stuff has screwed us up big," he said, putting the phone back up to his ear. "Gabrielle is pretty fucked up. And I'm not far behind."

"What are you going to do, Mateo?" I asked, still scared that he was going to do something too drastic.

"Oh fuck... we're going to have to pull off, Gabby. I can't take it... fuck..." he mumbled. "Oh my God," his voice fell as the phone moved from his ear again. I could hear Gabrielle's sucking and sloshing hand motions as I envisioned her giving him the best blowjob of his life.

"Here... we can... we'll pull in here," he whispered.

"Put the seat back," Gabrielle said, breathlessly. "I need it, bad. My pussy is on fire."

I heard the clicking and thunks as the seat was pushed back and locked into place. Then there was rummaging as the two moved about, trying to get into some position.

"God damn," Mateo panted. "You're so fucking tight."

I could hear Gabrielle panting and moaning and realized she'd sit in his lap and was now fucking him. The phone seemed forgotten as all I could do was listen to them having sex in the car. It seemed quick and frantic, like both of them had built up a huge, pent up need that demanded release.

Both of them grunted loudly and I could tell that they were cumming. Gabrielle was louder, shrill, and seemed to cum more than once, but Mateo's guttural grunts followed quickly. They were breathing heavy as Mateo brought the phone back to his ear.

"I'm sorry... you still there?" he asked.

My hand was wrapped around my shaft and I was masturbating furiously, but I was still there. "Yeah," I said.

"Stay away from my house, man. And I want you to remember that I had no choice, ok? No matter what anybody says. No choice!"

Then he hung up the phone on his end.