The front door of the Adams house was propped open by a portable fan, its blades spinning in a futile attempt to cool the stifling interior. Helen didn't bother to knock. If she was in luck, Mark would be home alone.
He was, sitting up naked in his bed and swiping through images on his iPhone. As he swiped with one hand, he stroked the immense pussy-pleaser that reared up between his legs like a Greek marble column. Helen snuck up behind him.
"Anyone I know?" she teased.
Mark let go of his cock and sat bolt upright. "Helen--Ms. Warner! What are you doing here?"
"Watching you jack off, silly. And it's still Helen. Relax, babe. We're all alone here." A broad grin of horny anticipation split his face. Helen glanced at the picture he was viewing: a fortyish blonde with ridiculous bolt-on tits, sucking cock. "Your mom's are bigger, and they're natural. Bet you love tit-fucking 'em, too."
"Aw crap, how'd you figure that out?" Mark looked alarmed.
"Intuition. A mother knows these things." She slid into bed next to him, replacing his hand with her much smaller one, and tightly gripped the root of his cock. It was too big for her to close her fist. It was one of few cocks she'd had that were bigger than her own son's. New thrills to look forward to.
"I don't know where Mom went, or how long she'll be gone."
"Long enough for me to finish what I started. I'm sure of it."
Helen shut her eyes, blocking out everything but the long, fat boner pulsing between her lips. She devoted her complete attention to the joy of sucking Mark's cock. His was a magnificent specimen, and she meant to addict him to the pleasures of her body before all other women. Except, maybe, Carrie. It was impossible to match the forbidden allure of mother-pussy.
She bobbed her head up and down, slowly fucking her throat with the turgid pillar of his fuck pole. The sounds of her loud slurping and gurgling filled the small bedroom. She licked feverishly at the cock cream oozing out of his cock slit. Mark tangled his fingers in her brunette curls, holding her down and shoving his ass up to make her take more. At that point, Helen pulled her mouth entirely off his cock.
"Aw, why'd ya stop?" he asked plaintively. "You were doing great. I was about to shoot!"
"Look here, Chief, let's get something straight. You come on way too strong. You think you're proving that you're some tough, grown-up guy, but you've got your mother worried half to death. She's afraid you're out of control."
"Jeez," Mark said softly. "I thought she liked the way I did her."
"I'm sure she does, sometimes. I know I love being dominated by a stud who knows what he wants--sometimes. If you want to stay out of trouble, listen to your mother. She'll tell you what she wants and when. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Now that we've got that straightened out..." Helen sat up and threw a leg over Mark, planting her knees on the bed to either side of his hips. "I'll finish that blowjob later. I've waited long enough, to finally pleasure my pussy with this monster."
Her fingertips moved delicately along the underside of his cock, maneuvering him up toward the mouth of her cunt. She rubbed her wet slit back and forth over his fuck knob several times before slipping the tip up into her buttery cock socket. Mark watched, fascinated, as she lowered herself onto him, his fat fuck rod disappearing an inch at a time into her smooth, hairless pussy.
Helen's cunt was like sticking his dick into a sucking whirlpool of hot lotion. He gritted his teeth and clutched the edges of the mattress as she slowly took all of him. He wished he'd managed to rub one out before she'd shown up without warning, so that he'd at least have a chance of holding back his ball load for a few minutes longer. But he had the definite feeling that if he popped early he'd have plenty of opportunities to make up for it down the line.
"At last!" Helen hissed, eyes rolling up under their lids as she impaled herself upon the biggest cock she'd fucked since one afternoon at her gym, almost nineteen years ago. The anonymous blonde hunk of a bodybuilder whom she'd spread for in the sauna, after catching a glimpse of the giant meathammer hanging between his legs. He'd pumped two thick, creamy loads of semen into her fertile womb while she was ovulating. She'd never seen him again. But her first good long look at her grown son's fully erect cock, almost a year ago, had confirmed what Helen had always suspected. No way was Tom Warner Andrew's father.
She worked her cunt patiently down Mark's thick, rigid pole. When at last it was buried completely inside her tight, clinging pussy, she sat on top of him for a few seconds without moving. Just savoring the pleasure of having her cunt crammed full of hot meat all the way up to the entrance of her womb.
"Got it all!" she cried triumphantly as she started bucking excitedly up and down. Mark's hands slid down under the pliant globes of her humping ass and he thrust back at her, hard.
"Fuck me, Mark! Screw the Hell out of me, fuck my brains out with that goddamn big dick! Oh yeah, I'm cumming already!" Helen pushed her hand down to the junction of their loins to rub her swollen clit. "Cumming," she cried. "Cumming, don't stop! Harder, harder--" Her ravished fuck tunnel spasmed around the driving steel of the young stud's mighty prick.
Mark fucked furiously into her cunt, wincing as his balls swelled with his first morning load of jizz. "Gotta cum!" he warned Helen. He thrust his hips high off the bed, slamming his hard-on as far into her pussy as he could.
Hot cream gushed into Helen for the first time since her 2:00 AM screw with her son, spattering the slippery walls of her cunt. She whimpered with joy as the rich spunk filled her up. She gyrated wildly against him, fingering her clitty toward yet another big orgasm.
Exhausted for the time being, they slumped into a tangled heap on Mark's narrow bed. When Helen finally propped herself up on her elbows, sweat ran and dripped off her nose and chin and tits. "Sheesh! This place is a swamp. If we keep this up we're liable to die of heatstroke." Smiling lecherously, she tapped her index finger on Mark's chin. "Not the worst way to go, hmm?"
"Mom's likely to show up any minute," Mark said warily. "She's hardly ever gone for this long."
Helen's eyes glittered with amusement. "Don't worry, stud. You wanna know exactly where we can find your sweet, shy mother?"
Carrie screamed in pleasure as she rode Andrew's prick. They were fucking on the king-size bed in the Warners' master bedroom, Andrew having carried her there after cumming twice in her pussy down in the family room. He hadn't stayed completely hard after his second orgasm, but she'd been more than happy to suck on his mammoth cock until he was stiff as iron again. Both his fast recovery time and his ability to produce seemingly unlimited jizm equaled her own son Mark's.
And the size of his cock! Carrie saw now what a rotten deal her marriage had been all along. The only thing she'd missed about the disloyal son of a bitch was his cock. But the only real good to come from the marriage had been Mark. Her hung stud of a son. And now she had Andrew to fuck as well.
Fucking truly huge cocks was exhilarating in a way like nothing else she'd known. She was riding orgasm after orgasm as Andrew punched his prick up into her cunt again and again and again. Shivers of ecstasy rolled through her entire body. She'd lost all sense of time, conscious only of her all-consuming pleasure.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted mindlessly. "Tear me to pieces with that giant cock. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Andrew didn't answer other than to groan and heave himself upward faster and faster in response to her rhythmic plunges down onto his cock shaft. After emptying his balls twice into the mature blonde slut he could hold out for a long time. He let Carrie set the pace, matching his short thrusts to her frenetic fucking tempo. He figured that she'd eventually realize that his hard-on wasn't going to disappear any time soon, and she'd wear herself out to the point of riding easy for a while. Eventually.
Carrie snapped her cunt muscles around Andrew's cock and reached down to grab his firm ass, pulling him upward as she pushed down. She bucked wildly on every stroke. Her thighs and belly and tits were splattered with cum and saliva. Nothing could be wilder than this.
"See, I told you," she heard Helen say from behind her. She turned in a panic to look, but Andrew grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down to French kiss her, holding her there.
On top of her surprise, she got an even bigger shock when a deep male voice answered Helen's. Mark's voice! "Fuck, you were tellin' the truth!" her son exclaimed. "I didn't believe you. Here I thought 'til yesterday that Mom was goin' for some kind of sainthood after Dad left. She tried like Hell not to give in and fuck me. And now here she is, letting Andy pound her pussy like there's no tomorrow."
Andrew released his grip on Carrie and she sat up, swiveling around in his lap to see Helen and Mark standing just inside the bedroom door. They were both naked. Helen hugged Mark's hips from behind, running one hand up and down the length of his long cock while fondling his big nuts with the other.
