Stacy stood under the threshold like a nightclub bouncer who just happened to be a cute 18-year old girl. I knew this would be my last sight, for Stacy would surely kill us both in a mad rage at any moment. It wasn't a bad sight either. Surely better than the front of a speeding train or jagged rocks one hundred feet below. I stared back at my longtime friend and I began to realize that if her mom, who's ass my cock was still engorged inside of, had not been the object of my lust, well then, Stacy and I may just have worked.
Stacy merely stared back at me. She had smiled when I had first looked up, but the expression had merely swept across her face like a soft breeze, allowing her stoic gaze to return.
She's flipped. I thought. That's why she smiled.
For what seemed like an eternity, no one spoke. Then Stacy's lips parted and broke the silence.
"Well, well." She said, tilting her head to the side again, "I was wondering how long it would take you two."
What did she say? I stammered, and began to try to free myself from her mom's ass.
"Don't you dare move." Stacy said sharply, pointing a finger directly at me, and I froze, my cock halfway out. I could not see Kirston's face, but it sounded almost as if she were grinning, if it is at all possible to hear a grin.
But why? Nervous laughter? She was just in as much trouble as I was. Stacy walked slowly into the room, and I wondered if she had picked up any moves from her mom. She seemed to saunter, her hips moving her in the direction she wanted to go. She reached the end of the bed and sat down in such a meticulous manner as if trying not to disturb the position of the two naked people before her.
What a stupid thought. She's just getting closer for the kill. Surely she has some concealed weapon on her that...
"Well?" Stacy said impatiently.
I cleared my throat and tried to speak. "Um...what?"
"Aren't you going to continue?"
At this point I did hear Stacy's mom. She moaned a long pleasurable moan and wiggled her ass so that I could feel the sensations spiraling through my cock.
"Stacy?" I asked, utterly confused.
"Yes?"
"Um, aren't you mad?"
Stacy sat on the side of her bed, her hands in her lap and I could tell she was thinking of how to answer the question.
"Yes Jordan, I was upset. I know you've had a crush on my mom for a long time now, but I didn't know for sure until this afternoon when you were so totally obvious about it." She paused, bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands. "I have always wanted to be more than your friend Jordan, and you made it clear today that you only wanted my mom."
I was still confused. If Stacy was so upset, why hadn't she thrown me out of her room by now? And why calmly confess these things to me in front of her mom? Was she trying to tell both of us something? I had so many questions, but before I could start asking them, Stacy's mom spoke. I could feel her velvety voice through her back and against my chest. Like her daughter's voice, it was calm, without a mild trace of tension.
"So she let you Jordan." She said. "My little girl wanted you so much that she let you have her own mother."
What??
Then Stacy spoke again. "When I left you in the pool and came inside the house I was really angry. I was sobbing...just a wreck. I decided to finally approach mom about everything. I told her how frustrated I was with the whole situation, how I felt about you, and that I finally knew without a doubt that you wanted to...well...I was shocked when mom suggested this plan."
"P-plan?" I mumbled.
"Yes dear." Stacy's mom cooed. "I suggested to Stacy that she leave the house and I would seduce you while she was gone; so that all your desires for me could be fulfilled. And we would both be getting something out of it, as I had not had a good fuck in a long while." Stacy gasped, but quickly smiled. "She was shocked by my suggestion at first, as you've just seen, but it soon made sense. Didn't it honey?"
"Mhmm." Stacy replied. Her mom continued.
"And now that you've fulfilled your fantasy of fucking your friend's mom, I'll leave you two alone. You must have a lot to discuss." And with that, Stacy's mom began to slide slowly off my cock.
"I said don't move mother." Stacy was now pointing her finger at her mom. I suddenly knew what was to come, and as my heart raced in my chest, I watched the scene unfurl before my eyes with the delight of a child on Christmas morning.
"What, honey?" Stacy's mom asked, her question laced with hopeful anticipation.
"Please continue. I was hoping to come home and catch you two in the act." Stacy pouted.
"Well, we've just finished sweetheart." But before her mom could pull off my cock, Stacy lunged forward, and with both hands, gripped my ass and pushed forward, causing all of my shaft to submerge itself into the warmth of her mother's ass.
"Ohhhhhh." Her mom and I both exhaled in unison.
"You're not done with him yet mom." Stacy said. "This was your idea, remember?" Then she moved her hands from my ass to my own hands, guiding them towards her mom's beautiful round breasts. "There you go." She said lovingly, and her mom moaned as I began to fondle them in my hands, my palms grazing gently over her hard nipples.
Soon, at Stacy's request, I was fucking her mother's ass again, pumping in and out of her tight little hole, my head spinning with excitement. As if being watched by Stacy didn't turn me on enough, she had kicked off her shoes, sat up on the bed, and started talking dirty. Words and phrases I had never before heard my friend utter were now pouring from her cute little mouth as she began to squeeze her own tits through her t-shirt as she watched us.
"You like that mommy? You like it when my friend fucks you? You're such a slut, aren't you mommy?"
