That Saturday morning, I was awakened by the creaking of the bedroom floor. I was lying on my left side, facing the door when I sleepily opened one eye. I saw Andy sneaking up to the bed. Reese was standing in the doorway, tugging his half-hard dick.
"Don't move mom," my boy whispered softly as he got on his knees by my ass, "We're giving Reese an early birthday present."
While I opened my other eye, Andy slipped his huge dong into my twat in one long, slow push. My god, he was hard and fat. I moaned, clawed at my pillow and curled up into a little ball, pushing my face into the mattrass.
Andy put one hand on my hip and started fucking me hard and deep.
"Jeez hon," I grunted, "You're... so big!"
Now I'd taken quite some cock from the gang in the last few weeks, but that particular morning Andy's dick was unusually big.
As I kept whining, moaning and shrieking, Reese whispered, "Oh fuck yeah!"
As he just stood there, jacking his dick while looking at the two of us, I turned my head up at Andy, giving him a questioning look. Without changing his rhythm, he grunted, "He wanted [moan] to see the two of [moan] us fucking... I think he gets off [moan] on the whole incest-thing."
"Is that so?" I grunted as I looked up at Reese.
"Any woman can be a slut. Letting your own son fuck you... that's a whole other ball game," he grunted as he furiously jacked his dick.
"I guess there's something extra [moan] randy about letting your own flesh [moan] and blood fuck you," I whispered, reaching back with my right hand and gently caressing Andy's face, without taking my eyes off Reese.
"The one cock in the entire world that [moan] has no business [moan] being anywhere near my [moan] cunt, my ass or my mouth... and yet, he can mount me 24/7 [moan], fuck any hole he likes [moan], how often he likes... fuck, even talking about it [moan] makes me randy."
"Put... put it up her ass," Reese moaned, deliriously horny by now.
"Fuck yeah," I grunted, acting like a complete slut, "Shove it up mommy's ass!"
Andy did just that. He pulled back briefly and wedged his throbbing dick up my backdoor, aided by his right index and right middle finger. I moaned loudly.
Seeing me squirm and hearing me moan as my son was sodomizing me, greatly excited Reese. He took a step towards us, pumping his throbbing dick like a wild man. Instinctively, I reached out my right hand towards him. He couldn't resist being touched...
He fell to his knees, right next to the bed, his face inches from my hand. As soon as I caressed his left cheek, he violently arched his back and started spraying cum like a firehose, all over the floor.
"Happy birthday," I grunted, with a smile on my face, as I was still taking my son's cock up my ass.
Andy kept going and continued fucking me hard and deep for quite a while. Long after Reese had left the room -- and even the house -- Andy roared like a caveman and shot his morning load deep up my ass. Once his dick had slipped out, I turned around and we started snuggling.
What started off as hugging and gentle kissing, quickly turned into heavy patting and swapping saliva. Pretty soon, I was tugging his half-flaccid dick again and he was wriggling two fingers up my soaked twat. Suddenly, we got interrupted when the doorbell rang.
"Fuck," Andy cursed, as I wriggled out from under him, ending our torrid lovemaking. As I threw on a nighty and a robe, he said, "Who could it be? It can't be the guys; we're seeing them tonight."
I shrugged my shoulders, figuring there was only one sure way to find out, and headed downstairs.
As I carefully -- and partially -- opened the door, I was surprised to see Jessie standing there, dressed in cut-off jeans and a slutty, yellow halter top.
"I am sorry," she said as she slithered in, "But I need my cunt sucked!"
I closed the door and followed her into the living room.
"I haven't cum in days," she said, as she took off her jeans-shorts and black panties in one quick swoop. She didn't bother with her sneakers or her little white socks and simply plumped down on the couch, opening her legs wide.
I looked down at her, more than a little aroused by her arrogance. There she was, waiting... simply expecting me to get on my knees and suck her cunt -- just like that. I grinned and did exactly that. I didn't say a word and just got to work, looking up at her.
About eight or nine minutes later, Andy suddenly walked into the living room -- curious as to what was going on. He was surprised, to say the least, and just gawked at the scene for another minute or so, tugging his still hard dick.
Suddenly I stopped, looked up at Jessie and asked, "You want him to fuck you?"
She glanced over at him, at his fat dick, but then said, "No, you're doing great. Keep going!" and pressed my head back in between her legs. It took me another couple of minutes, but I licked and sucked her to an orgasm. I made her shudder, trash and scream -- loudly.
After I slowly took my mouth off of her cunt and clit, I whispered, "Stay where you are. Round two after this small intermission."
Staying on my knees, I simply turned my head towards Andy and opened my mouth wide. He caught on and promptly shoved his fat dick down my throat. I used my right hand to vigorously pump his erection, while I sucked his sensitive tip for all I was worth. He lasted barely three minutes...
"Oh shit," he moaned. I leaned over towards Jessie, taking his dick with me, in my mouth. When he actually started shuddering, I let his cock slip from my mouth and milked him dry, over Jessie. I made sure I got everything on her yellow top, and nothing on her skin.
"What are you doing?" she whined softly and quite unconvincingly, "I have no change of clothes with me. I'll have to walk home like this."
"Yeah, that's too bad," I chuckled, letting go of Andy's flaccid dick and putting my head back in between her legs, "Round two!"
She immediately forgot all about the disgusting cum ropes and drops all over her top, closed her eyes and continued enjoying my oral services. Andy, with his balls empty again, no longer had any interest in what we were doing -- and walked out of the room, heading upstairs. I licked and ate out Jessie for the next twelve minutes, making her squirm and pant non-stop.
After having another spectacular orgasm, she was finally able to relax and calm down a little bit. She put her clothes back on, and we had something to drink. We talked for a bit -- mainly speculating about the upcoming event -- and then said our goodbyes.
I walked her to the front door and watched as she sashayed away, apparently no longer bothered by the massive amount of cum, drying on her top. I closed the door and headed upstairs to get ready for tonight. Because he'd already cum twice, Andy stayed clear of me for the rest of the day -- giving me some alone time to take a long soothing bath, do my hair, makeup and pick out the right outfit.
Around 5pm, I was in the master bedroom, standing in front of a large mirror, in a long, black cocktail dress, all the way down to my ankles. My hair was up in a bun, and I had put on classy, black high heels. The apparent respectability of my outfit was compensated by the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear...
My make-up was a tad obvious, but not whorish. I was putting in large golden earrings, when Andy walked into the room and glanced me up and down.
"Wow, you look smoking hot," he commented.
"Good enough to fuck raw?" I asked playfully.
"I'll say, you little slut," he grinned as he walked up to me and gently squeezed one of my tits through the dress.
"So, any last pointers?" I asked, as he and the guys had planned everything without me.
"No," he replied, "Just be yourself..."
Then, he put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "... a cheap, easy SLUT!"
"Can do," I smiled. I finished putting in the earrings and turned towards him, striking a pose.
He gave me the thumbs up and then escorted me down, where he helped me put on my coat, handed me my purse and opened the front door for me. To my surprise, there was a black, unmarked van, parked on our driveway. I turned to look at him.
"We rented it, just for tonight," he said.
"Color me intrigued," I whispered. He closed the front door, walked up to the back of the van and opened that door for me too. I grinned when I saw a grungy mattress on the floor, in between two fixed wooden benches. On one of them, there was a full box of tissues.
"Get in and get naked," he said.
I looked at him, unable to suppress a grin. I stepped in the van, onto the mattress and put my purse on the bench on my left-hand side. I then turned towards Andy, reached back to undo my zipper and slowly peeled off the cocktail dress. I'd had it on for barely ten minutes...
"So, who are we picking up first?" I asked, as I let him have a good look at my slut body.