Literotic asexstories – Breakdown – Pt. 02 by Alex De Kok,Alex De Kok Breakdown — Part 2They were cooling, relaxing, getting their breath back after their climax, just laying there, holding hands. Jenny pushed up onto her elbow and leaned across to give Tom a soft, warm kiss.
“Tom, honey? Any older women? Before me, I mean?”
He laughed. “One or two, Mom, one or two. Taught me a lot.”
Jenny chuckled, warm, intimate in the darkness. “I just bet they did! You know what they say?”
“What’s that, Mom?”
“A woman of forty, should have a lover of twenty. Her experience, his stamina.” There was a pause. “Works for me,” she said, her voice soft.
“Me, too, Mom. You are definitely my best older woman. Okay, the incest kinda made it exciting, but I’d have to say it anyway. You are the best, by a country mile.”
“Why, thank you, son. I don’t want to inflate your ego too much, honey. but I think I’d have to say that, with the possible exception of your Dad, you’re the best fuck I ever had since my very first time.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Tom looked down, then eased the condom off his now limp prick. “I’ll drop this in the trash, and wash up. I think I still have your pussy juice all over my face.”
“Yeah, guess you do at that.”
“Want the bathroom first?”
“No, you go first. I need to pee, but it will wait a little while. You get your wash.”
“I’ll be quick.”
Twenty minutes later, anyone inspecting the bedroom would have found two people sound asleep. That they were mother and son, and both naked, might have caused raised eyebrows. That the son was spooned into his mother’s back, his hand cupping her breast, her hand over his, might have raised them further, but Tom and Jenny were out for the count.
The sun woke Tom, peeping over the hill. He glanced at his watch. Almost seven.
“What time is it, son?” He glanced over at Jenny, tousled, sheet pushed down to her waist, nipples dormant now. She smiled.
“Almost seven.”
“And our mechanic said we needn’t call by until ten. So, what are we going to do?” She arched her brows in query, but the imp in her eyes gave her away.
“Fuck?” said Tom, laughing.
Jenny laughed. “Am I so transparent?”
“Well, you can’t want it more than me, Mom, and it will most likely be my last chance.”
Jenny nodded, her face solemn. “I guess. Any favorite positions?” she asked, fighting a grin.
“Ooh, let me think. Two, probably, but any position that my woman wants is good with me.”
“Your woman, huh? Well, your woman likes it doggy-style. What about you?”
“That was one. The other was woman on top. I love to watch Kathy’s face when we do it that way. I can reach her breasts and her pussy easily, too, so we both get a good time.”
“Okay, preference?”
“Your choice, Mom. Your choice.”
“Doggy?”
“Woof!”
“How about you use your mouth, get me nice and wet. I use my mouth, get you nice and hard, and you let me put the rubber on?” Jenny grinned. “And then we fuck?”
“Sounds like a plan, Mom.”
A plan that they both enjoyed, as Tom loved the taste of his Mom’s pussy juice, while Jenny loved to feel him harden in her mouth. She teased him as she rolled the rubber on.
“Is this the small, or the medium?”
“You tell me,” he retorted.
“Extra large?” she said, grinning, then gave his prick a squeeze as she finished. She turned away, lowering herself to her elbows, her pussy flushed, ready, moisture visible. He moved up behind her, pressing the head of his prick to her opening, marveling as he always did at the way a woman’s pussy lips spread and curved to receive him, doubly excited because this was his mom, as eager to receive him as he was to penetrate her.
It took a couple of wriggles, a little in and out, before her juices coated him sufficiently for easy motion. He paused, deep in her, and she smiled back over her shoulder.
“Tom?”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“This time? Make it hard and fast, because I want to feel you. Don’t be bothered if I don’t come, because I certainly won’t be worrying about it, but I want you to come, I want you to come hard, with your lovely prick deep inside me.”
“You sure, Mom?”
“Absolutely.”
She did come, but it was a close-run thing, with Tom biting his lip, trying desperately not to think of what he was doing, even as he thrust into her, even as he felt the inexorable progress of his climax. Jenny’s fingers had gone to her pussy, and she was frigging herself as he thrust and, inspired, he put his hand over hers and massaged her fingers into her wetness. With a tight cry, she came, just as his own climax took him, and his hips drove into her as her own pushed back at him, trying to take him ever deeper within, as climax wracked them both.
They slowed, the sweat running from them in the summer morning warmth, and Tom eased back, his prick sliding free with a slurp of pussy juice. He sat back on his heels as Jenny collapsed forwards onto the pillows.
“Thanks, Mom, for everything you have ever given me. Life, love, and now yourself. I will never, never ever, forget.”
Jenny wriggled over onto her back, her chest still heaving with her breathing, her nipples erect. She blew him a kiss. “Thank you, too, son, for making it such a wonderful occasion.”
He glanced at his watch. “Time to get cleaned up, Mom. Shower?”
She grinned. “Together?”
The car was ready when they went to check at ten. A good job done, a reasonable bill, and they’d only been charged a few dollars for the excellent ham and eggs they’d had the previous evening.
At half-past ten they were on the road again, the mechanic’s thanks in their ears for the twenty-dollar tip they’d given him.
“Well worth it,” Jenny had said. “You fixed our car, fed us, gave us a bed for the night, and didn’t over-charge us. I’ll pass the word to anyone else I know that might come by this way, that you are an okay number-one guy.”
They’d embarrassed the mechanic, one of the craftsmen old school, but he’d shyly taken the tip, with profuse thanks. He waved to them as they drove away.
“Nice guy, that,” said Tom.
“Yes, very nice. Generous, too. What time to get to Molly’s?”
“Ten-thirty now. Stop for a bite to eat for lunch, say one. Maybe forty minutes. We should reach aunt Molly’s place about seven, seven-thirty, I reckon.”
“Looking forward to seeing my baby sister again?”
“Yeah, Mom, of course I am. And I’m dreaming of a swim in her lovely pool, too.”
“And no Ralph since she divorced the womanizing bastard.”
“Okay, Ralph I won’t miss.”
“I didn’t think you would.”
Tom laughed. “Okay, Mom, let’s get us on the road again.”
Jenny pointed dramatically. “Thataway!”
Jenny used her cellphone to ring Molly when they were only a few miles away, and she was waiting on the porch of her ranch-style bungalow as they came up the driveway. As slim and trim as her sister, Molly looked great in shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. Braless, too, Tom decided, judging by the inviting jiggle as she moved, and the interesting accents in the shirt.
Molly hugged Jenny, then turned to Tom, hugging him, too. Her smile was broad.
“I am so glad to see you both! I gave Felicia – she’s my new live-in housekeeper – I gave Felicia the week off. I told her, ‘it’s family, just family, so go see your grandchildren’.” Molly laughed. “She didn’t need telling twice.”
“So it’s just the three of us?” said Jenny.
“Sure is. Come on in, I’ve got chilled fruit juice and beers with your names on, and I’ve done a tuna salad. All cold, so it won’t spoil. You guys want to change into something more comfortable?”
“Absolutely. The car doesn’t have air-conditioning, so we’re a tad on the limp side.”
“Poor dears, and you had to find somewhere to stay last night. Did you find somewhere nice?”
Jenny laughed. “Would you believe, a trailer?”
“Never!” Molly laughed. “Where in tarnation were you?”
“Taking a sort of back roads short-cut,” said Tom, laughing at the expression on his aunt’s face. “It’s okay, aunt Molly, I knew the road, we weren’t lost or anything. It was the car that failed, not the driver.”
Molly laughed. “Sorry, sweetie. I can get lost between here and the mall, so to even think about back roads and short cuts together makes me tremble.”
“Yeah, pull the other one, aunt Molly.”
“Tom?” said Molly.
“Yeah?”
“Drop the ‘aunt’, eh? Just Molly will do fine, then I can pretend I’m younger.”
Tom laughed. “No need to pretend – Molly – you just need to be yourself. I like you just fine as you are.”
“Hey, Jenny, who’s this stranger passing himself off as your son?”
Jenny grinned. “Dunno, but I like him. He’s good company.” Out of Molly’s vision, Jenny winked at Tom.
“Come on, you two, I’ll show you your rooms,” said Molly, and Tom picked up his bag and Jenny’s and followed the two women. Molly led them along a short passageway and opened a door. “Yours, Tom, the next one is a bathroom – you’re sharing, sorry ’bout that – and this one is yours, Jenny. Mine’s the next one along, and Felicia has her bedroom and a little sitting room in the other wing, just past the kitchen.”
Tom dropped his bag just inside the room Molly had indicated and walked the few paces along to his mom’s room, placing her bag just inside the door.
“Dinner in half an hour?” said Molly. “Time enough for you to shower and change.”
“Half an hour is fine,” said Jenny. “We’ll see you then.” Molly gave a nod, and headed back towards the kitchen.
“Shower time,” said Jenny. She glanced back towards where Molly had gone, but her sister was out of sight. She grinned. “Wanna share?”
Tom laughed. “Yes!”
They managed a little titty-grope and prick-squeeze, but were both conscious that Molly might come back and dried quickly. Jenny gave Tom a hug and a quick kiss.
“We still have fifteen minutes. You wait until the last minute. I want a quick word with Molly, in private. Okay?”
“Okay, Mom,” said Tom, but he was wondering. A quick word about what? He wasn’t worried, he knew his mom would tell him about anything significant. Boxers, shorts, a t-shirt, and he kicked his feet into a battered, comfortable, pair of sneakers. Still ten minutes to go, and he dropped into the comfortable armchair in the corner of his bedroom, musing on the past twenty-four hours. Interesting, exciting, no two ways about that. The next twenty-four? Wait and see, Tom. Wait and see. There’s always Mother Thumb and her four daughters.
The two women were chatting in the living room when Tom ambled back after the time was up.
“Tom! Come and sit down,” said Molly. “Your mom says you’ve been looking forward to a swim?”
“Yeah! Especially when we were getting through the downtown rush hour traffic after we came off the freeway. Sticky is far too nice a word.” He laughed. “All I could think of was your pool.”
Molly laughed. “Like I said, it’s tuna salad for the meal. It’s not going to spoil if you’d like a quick swim now.”
“Yes, I think I would.”
“Well, as Felicia isn’t here, and that bastard Ralph is not only ex-husband, but is forbidden to set foot on the property unless he wants to be arrested, your mom and I have decided that there will be a special rule for the pool while you’re here, and that rule says that skinny-dipping is compulsory!”
He gaped at his aunt for a moment, then rallied. “Wow! What do I say? You mean I get to see you both naked? While you only have one of me?”
Molly laughed. “I’m sure we’ll survive.” There was a spot of hot color high on her cheeks.
Tom caught his mom’s eye and she winked. He wondered afterwards how he’d ever managed to keep a straight face. “Now you’ve put the idea in my head, I think now is a good time. I’ll go and change.”
“We’ll see you in the pool, son. Only be a moment. Okay?” Jenny smiled, an innocent look on her face, an innocent look he now knew to be an act, an act that hid an amazing, passionate, woman.
“See you there,” he said, and went back to his room to undress. Naked, he was about to put on his robe, but paused, grinned, and took only his towel. Passing the living room door on his way to the pool he glanced in. Two heads close together in conversation. Molly must have caught sight of movement, because she glanced up and saw him in the doorway. Her eyes widened, and her gaze lifted to his. He winked and waved, and moved away from the door, but he was sure he had seen a broad smile spreading on her face.
He’d put in fifteen or twenty hard laps of Molly’s pool before the others came out. Like him, they hadn’t bothered with robes, and he paused in his swim, letting his feet find bottom, openly staring at the two women. His mom nude was no surprise to him now, but he let his eyes move over her, first, smiling as she struck an exaggerated pose. He let his eyes move to Molly, letting his eyes move over her, appreciating her beauty. Slim, trim, like her sister, Molly was a little bigger in the bust than Jenny, a little fuller in the hip, a little slimmer in the waist. Seven years younger than Jenny, she looked nearer Tom’s age.
He applauded, bowing to each of them. “Mom, Molly, you two are gorgeous and I am one lucky young man to have such attractive, and beautifully naked, company.”
Jenny turned to Molly. “Good bullshit artist, isn’t he?”
Molly laughed. “Has he been taking lessons from you, sis?”
“No, Molly, I have to be honest. He’s an original.”
“Takes after his mom, then.” And Molly took a few quick steps and dived neatly into the pool, surfacing beside Tom, throwing her hair back. She grinned. “It feels so much better naked, doesn’t it? I was so pleased when your mom said she didn’t think it would be a problem, when I suggested it.” And she was away, swimming strongly, leaving an amused, bemused, Tom behind her. Another splash, and then Jenny was beside him.
“Molly’s idea, then, Mom?”
Jenny laughed. “Yeah. Came out of nowhere, that one. I think it will take a little longer for anything else. After dinner?”
“Yeah?”
“If I know my sister, she’ll be getting the wine out. Would you be willing to go to bed after one glass, pleading tiredness after driving all day?”
“Mom, that will be the truth!”
“Okay, do that, and I’ll see if I can get the three of us into bed together. Maybe not tonight, though.”
“You’d do that for me, Mom?”
Jenny laughed. “For us, Tom! Something I’ve never told you before, mainly because we’ve never been so intimate, and also because it was none of your business. At least not before last night.”
“And that something is?”
She looked at him, and winked. “I’m also partial to the taste of pussy-juice, and I found that out after I’d left home, so I never got to taste Molly.” And she was away, swimming in the darkening night. Tom laughed. Parents! Familiar strangers.
They swam for a while, enjoying themselves, just playing, acting like kids, until Molly hauled herself from the water, turning to the others.
“Dunno about you two, but I’m ready to eat!”
“Me, too,” said Tom, and Jenny nodded.
“I’ll just take a quick shower, and get things organized. You two just put your robes on when you’ve showered. We can have another swim later, then maybe have a drink, maybe watch a movie, before we go to bed. Okay?”
“Sure thing, sis,” said Jenny. She turned to Tom. “Shower?” Out of Molly’s view, she winked, and there was invitation in her smile.
“Lead the way, Mom.”
Dinner was relaxed, all of them at ease with each other, the sisters bantering. Molly had excelled herself with the dressing and the three tucked in to the simple tuna salad with relish. Molly had opened a bottle of white wine, light, refreshing, slightly sparkling, and they enjoyed that, too, and the ice-cream for dessert. Finished, Molly stacked the dishwasher and led the way to the sitting-room. She gestured widely.
“Sit yourselves down, relax. Drink your wine, because there’s another bottle needs our attention. Anyone want to watch a movie? No? Good, I’d rather chat, anyway. So, what’s been happening in your lives? Anything worth telling?”
Jenny laughed. “Apart from breaking down yesterday, and that wasn’t really a breakdown, absolutely nothing! That’s right, Tom, isn’t it?”
“Sure is, Mom.” Apart from us fucking, of course. “You, Molly?”
Molly laughed. “Just getting back to normal after the divorce. No men in my life, just quiet ol’ me. And Felicia. She’s a doll. Seems to have an instinct for knowing when I want to chat, and when I want to be alone.”
Tom yawned, and he knew he wasn’t faking it. He was tired after the long drive.
“If you two ladies will excuse me, I think I’ll hit the sack. I’m tired after the drive.”
“Of course,” said Molly. “Before you go, would you open that other bottle of wine. Corkscrew should be on the worktop in the kitchen.”
“Of course. I’ll do that, and then it’s me for bed, so goodnight, ladies.”
“Hey, give your mom a goodnight kiss, first,” said Jenny. She held her arms up, and Tom bent to kiss her cheek, but his lips met hers, and there was brief heat between them. He pulled back, and she winked. He grinned.
“Me, now,” said Molly, but she stood as he moved across, and moved into his arms, raising her lips. There was no pretense of aunt to nephew, it was woman to man, and Tom sensed a promise in Molly’s kiss. She, too, winked as she broke it, and grinned.
“Nice,” she murmured.
“For me, too.”
She winked again. “Hold the memory as you fall asleep.”
He raised his eyebrows in query, but Molly just smiled and turned back to her sister. Shrugging, Tom waved goodnight and took himself off to bed. It was a warm night and his only cover was a sheet, and sleep quickly claimed him.
It was the weight of someone settling on the bed next to him that woke him, and he was barely awake before a warm pair of lips captured his in a kiss that seemed never-ending, a kiss with the flavor of the wine about it, and soft breasts, naked breasts, pressed against him. The night was moonless, and he couldn’t make out anything in the darkened room. The visitor broke the kiss, and lips moved over his neck, his chest, down, teeth closing briefly over his nipple, causing a spasm of pleasure in him, then down, a hand moving to feel for his rapidly-hardening erection, a soft gasp of pleasure coming from her at the feel of him.
“Very nice,” she murmured, and with a shock he realized the identity of his visitor.
“Molly?”
“Yeah. You were expecting someone else, maybe?”
He didn’t reply, he couldn’t think of anything to say, and there was a gasp of realization, followed by a snort of amused laughter from Molly.
“You were! You were expecting your mom! Have you and Jenny been making the two-backed beast, then? No, don’t answer that.” There was a pause, then she spoke again, hesitant. “Am I welcome in your bed?”
He laughed, soft in the darkness. “Depends why you’re here.” Stupid comment, Tom, she’s naked, she’s in your bed, and she’s holding your prick!
“Sheesh, modern youth! To fuck you, of course.” But there was a smile in her voice.
“In that case, Molly, yes, you are very, very welcome.”
“Good. Now, I believe you interrupted me in my cunning plan.”
Whimsy took him. “Forgive me, dear aunt. Pray, continue.”
A giggle in the night, and the fingers around his erection squeezed lightly. He felt her move away, move down, and with a keen shock of pleasure, felt her lips close over him, molding themselves to him, sucking, her tongue flicking over his glans, feeling himself hardening.
Disappointment hit him as her mouth left his prick, but her words excited him. “Another time, tomorrow, maybe, I’d like you to come in my mouth, Tom, but for now, I want your prick in my pussy. I’m gonna ride you, Tom, ride you until you come. If — when — you get hard again, we’ll do what you want. Okay?”
“Very okay, Molly.”
She moved, her legs straddling his, and shuffled forwards on her knees until she was poised above him, reached down to move him to her opening, then lowered herself until he was in her, an inch or so. She took her hand away, and bent forwards to kiss him.
“Enjoy this,” she murmured, then sat back, impaling herself, a hiss from between her clenched teeth as she sank down onto him. “Fuck, Tom, you feel good!”
“So do you.”
“I’m out of practice, Tom, so I may be a little rusty in my technique, but, hey! I used to be the best!”
“Feels pretty damned good to me. Um, Molly?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Protection?”
“Diaphragm, sweetie. Don’t worry, it’s in.” A chuckle in the night. “It’s been in since my shower after our swim.”
He laughed. “You were so sure of me?”
“I saw the way you looked at me, so I figured I had at least an even money chance.” She began to move, lifting herself, sinking back onto him, a slow and steady rhythm that he knew was going to make him explode into her pretty soon. He wondered if it might have been the simultaneous ‘lift and squeeze’ that she managed. Good muscle control, his aunt Molly. Very good.
She was moving smoothly now, rising, falling, tight around him, and he could make out the smile on her face by the moonlight filtering through the light drapes at the window. He lifted his hands, cupping her breasts, letting his thumbs move over her nipples, and a soft moan came from her.
“Yes, Tom, squeeze my tits, baby,” she murmured, never ceasing her steady movement on him.
Despite the fact he’d made love to Jenny only that morning, he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he came, because the excitement of having Molly riding him, the illicit nature of the encounter, was getting to him. He couldn’t help himself, he groaned.
“Something up, hon?”
He snorted. “Yeah, me. Up you.”
“And very nice it feels, too..”
“God, yes!”
“Getting close?”
“Not be long, the way you’re riding me, that’s for sure.” She squeezed down on him as she moved, and he chuckled. “Nice.”
“Told you.”
“You told me you used to be good. You were lying to me.”
He could see the curve of her smile in the dim light, and she bent quickly to kiss him. “Was I?”
“Yep. Not ‘used to be,’ Molly. ‘Are now.'”
“Nice to be appreciated.”
“Oh, you are, Molly, love, you are.”
“And I have to say that I really appreciate a good, hard prick in my pussy, especially one that feels as good as yours.” She bent and kissed him again, then stretched herself along the length of him. “Turn us over, Tom. I want you to ride me now.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
He hugged her close, and rolled them over, never losing contact. Her knees came up and she hooked her feet together behind him.
“Fuck me, Tom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled back until he was almost out then drove back in again, relishing the feel of a tight, hot pussy around his hardness, hearing Molly’s hissed ‘Yes!’ in his ears as he did. She’d brought him close, and he knew it wouldn’t take long, but he wanted her to come, too, and tried to angle himself for the best contact, something that he and Kathy had worked on, to improve the moment for each of them. He didn’t say anything to Molly, of course, but if the little yips and sighs coming from her were any indication, he was doing something right.
“Close, Tom?” she whispered, almost in a gasp, “because I am.”
“Yeah,” he said, and he was gritting his teeth, trying to hold on until she came first. She did, but it was close, because as she gave a tight scream, strangled between her gritted teeth, and her pussy clamped down on him, his own climax hit him, and it was pure orgasmic reflex, his hips driving him into her, her pussy milking him, draining him.
Slowly, they calmed. Slowly, they cooled. Slowly, their breathing evened out. He was taking his weight on his elbows, so as not to crush her, and she stretched up to kiss him, quick, light.
“Thanks, Tom, I needed that.” She laughed, short, wry. “My first fuck since, oh, must be nigh on a year before my divorce.”
“A lifetime for someone as horny as you, little sister,” came his Mom’s voice from the darkness.
Molly laughed. “Hi, Jenny. Watching, were you?”
“In the dark? Not exactly. Listening, more like. I guess Tom must have made you feel about as good as he did me.” His mom came forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She was as naked as Molly, as naked as he was. She stretched over to kiss him, then bent to kiss Molly.
“Being making the naughties with your son,sis?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Jenny laughed. “By accident, at first.”
“Accident? How on earth did you fuck, ‘by accident?'”
“You know we had to find somewhere to sleep last night, and we were offered the trailer?”
“Yes. So?”
“So it only had a double bed, and we had to share. And neither of us had any nightwear, as we both sleep nude at home. I guess a goodnight kiss kinda sidetracked us.” Tom could sense more than see his Mom’s shrug. “I don’t regret it, and I’d like to do it again.”
“I guess I know why. He’s good, isn’t he?”
“One of the best I ever had.”
“Me too.”
“You guys do remember I’m here, don’t you?” Tom tried hard to keep the laugh out of his voice.
“Like I’m going to forget, when your prick is still buried in my pussy?” Molly’s tone was dry, and Jenny laughed.
“No way, sis!”
“Time I pulled out, before I fall out,” said Tom.
Molly giggled. “Yeah, guess so.”
“Who licks him clean?” said Jenny.
There was a silence, until Molly spoke, her voice soft. “Both of us?”
“Oh, my god,” said Tom. “Yes! Please!”
Molly laughed. “Looks like stud here likes the idea.”
“What’s not to like? Two of my three favorite women in the world offering to lick my prick clean.” He laughed. “Have to say, I don’t know what Kathy would say if she knew!”
“Gonna tell her?”
“I don’t think so, Mom, do you?” He laughed. “Although, knowing Kathy, if she was here I suspect she’d join in!”
“You think so?” said Molly. “Because if you’re right, you have a girl in a million there, Tom.”
“I think I do,” he said, slowly, thinking of the times he and Kathy had talked about sex, about sharing, about their attitude to sex, and the more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that, yes, Kathy would have joined in. “But Kathy’s not here, you guys are, and did somebody mention licking me clean?”
Molly laughed. “Can’t happen while you’re buried in my pussy, sweetheart, so pull out, lie back, and let us at you!”
That was a no-brainer, and in moments he was propped up on a pile of pillows with a naked nymph at each side, and moments after that he hissed in a breath as he felt two tongues sweep the length of his erection, an erection that had been softening since his climax, but which now showed unmistakable signs of returning vigour.
There was a soft chuckle from Molly. “Hey, sis, looks like our stud here is coming back to life.”
“He has good recovery, Molly, I know that for a fact.”
“I’ll bet! Um, how we going to do this, once he’s all nice and hard again? Not be long, not with the stimulus he’s getting from us.”
“Don’t know. Tom? Any ideas?”
“On our next round?”
“Exactly.”
“Something you said earlier, Mom. That you developed a taste for pussy juice after you left home, and that you’d never tasted Molly.” He laughed. “What I’d like, really like, is to take one of you from behind while you’re eating out your sister. Maybe tomorrow, we can change round and do it again?”
Molly laughed, a merry sound. “You like pussy juice, sis? Me too!”
“So who gets fucked, and who gets eaten?” said Jenny.
“I’ve just been fucked, and very nicely, too, thanks to Tom. You haven’t been fucked since last night.”
“This morning, actually,” said Jenny, chuckling.
“So Tom fucks you, you eat me, and then we sleep. Tomorrow, Tom fucks me while I eat you. That sound about right?”
“Does to me,” said Tom.
“And me,” said Jenny. “Possible problem. Have you any rubbers left, Tom? We’ll need one if you’re planning to shaft me. Once the shops open, I can go to the mall and get myself a fresh diaphragm, but for the moment, a rubber. Well?”
“One left, Mom. I’d better get some more of those, as well.”
“I’ll get some when I get the diaphragm. Better if just one of us buys them, I think. But now? Get that rubber, son!”
“My wallet? On the bedside table? That’s it. Pass it here, please. Okay, got it. Slight problem, all this talking has got me soft a bit. Can I have some more tongue please?”
“With pleasure! Molly? Ready?”
“And willing, and able. Let’s go!”
Lying in bed later, Molly asleep on one side of him, Jenny on the other, Tom reflected on the previous twenty-four hours. He could hardly credit it. He’d fucked his mom three times, and his aunt once, and they both wanted more! Jenny had loved being taken from behind, and he’d loved taking her, while Molly’s cries of appreciation showed the extent of his mom’s talents with her tongue and lips. He still wasn’t sure quite how it happened, but all three of them had come virtually at the same moment, Jenny’s clutching pussy drawing him over the edge to the accompaniment of Molly’s gasps of pleasure, and his own cry of primeval triumph.
A stir beside him, but it was just Molly turning in her sleep. He settled himself further and closed his eyes. Sweet dreams, sweet dreams indeed.
When he woke, he was alone in the bed. He stretched, then decided on a shower. When he’d finished, he was toweling himself dry when Molly came into the bathroom, naked.
“Morning, stud,” she said. “Ready for breakfast?”
“Definitely!”
“House rule, Tom. While there’s only the three of us here, nudity is compulsory. Okay?”
“With two knockouts like you and Mom to feast my eyes on? Yes, please!”
“Knockouts, huh? I like that.”
“You are to me, both of you. And the two of you gave me some of the best sex I’ve ever known.” He grinned. “The nudity? Is that to save time undressing if we want sex?”
Molly laughed, and winked. “I knew you were quick! Right on, stud. After breakfast, your mom and I are going to the mall, to get her a diaphragm, and to get some rubbers as well. You can either come with us, or stay here. Up to you.”
“If I’m not getting in the way, I’ll come with you.”
“In the way? No way, José. Come with us, and welcome.”
“I guess we dress?” he said, laughing.
Molly made a face. “Yeah, but we won’t stay long. Your mom and me, we both want some more of that lovely cock of yours.”
Breakfast was fun, relaxed with each other as they were, and the sexual innuendo in the banter kept the tension simmering. He managed not to get a full erection, but Jenny gave his half-hard prick an affectionate squeeze.
“Save it a while, sweetheart. Molly and I, we have plans for it.”
“I hope it involves him being somewhere warm and wet?”
She affected a shocked look. “You doubt us?”
He grinned. “Never, Mom.”
“Better not, son. You know what you might miss!”
“I do, Mom, I do.”
The trip to the mall was surprisingly good fun. In the car, on the way, Molly and Jenny kept him amused with tales of their younger days, and exploring their sexuality.
“Hey! Ladies! Can we talk about something else, please? I do not want to go into the mall with an erection.” Tom grinned. “I don’t want to get myself arrested.”
“Not even by a sexy lady cop?” Molly’s own grin was wide.
“Not even then. Not when I have you two to play with.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Molly. “Okay, we’re almost there. What do we need? For our frolics, first?”
“Diaphragm for me, and rubbers for Tom,” said Jenny. “Any sex shops here?”
Molly eyed her sister. “Yes, two. May I ask why you want to know?”
Jenny grinned. “I didn’t bring my dildo with me.”
After the laughter died down, Molly held up a hand. “Why do you need a dildo, with Tom available?”
“You know our plan? For Tom to fuck one of us doggy-style, while we’re pussy-munching? Well, adding a dildo to the equation adds more options, doesn’t it?”
Molly laughed. “Genius, sis, pure genius! If we can’t find one you like, I have about five, I think. You’re welcome to borrow one.”
“We’ll see. First stop, diaphragm and rubbers. Where?”
“I’ll show you. Now, hush, while I concentrate on getting parked.”
Quickly accomplished, and the three of them wandered into the mall, Jenny and Molly arm-in-arm, while Tom ambled along behind.
“Over there, see?” said Molly. “Tom, go have a look in the sports shop window. We won’t be long. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He gazed into the window display, but he wasn’t seeing it. No, he was seeing his mom, in the trailer, in the morning sunlight, sexy, disheveled, naked, enjoying, oh, yes, enjoying the feel of his cock in her pussy. Nearly as much as me, mom. Then Molly, coming to his bed in the night, naked and wanting. And getting! And the three-way that followed. But in the dark, for they hadn’t bothered with a lamp. He wanted to experience that in daylight, so that he could see Molly and Jenny properly, see the enjoyment they were showing.
He let his eyes refocus, watching the reflections of other shoppers as they passed. The girls bright in sun-dresses, in shorts, tee-shirts, halter tops, tank tops. Some of the older women, too. He was abstracted and almost missed the arrival of Molly and Jenny.
“Okay, Tom, we move on.” Jenny smiled at him and winked. “I don’t know how many rubbers you usually buy at one time, but I got you two boxes of a dozen. Same brand that you had in your wallet. Okay?”
“That’s great, Mom. Get your diaphragm?”
“I did, so you shouldn’t need any rubbers while we’re here.” Jenny winked again. “We thought we’d have a coffee before we do anything else,” Jenny went on, “and when we go into the sex shop? Will you stay in the coffee shop, maybe have another coffee? We want to surprise you.”
“Surprise, eh? I like the sound of that. Okay, Mom, Molly, I shall duly increase my caffeine intake, just for you.”
Molly grinned. “We think it will be worth it.”
“Knowing you two, I’m sure of it.”
“You’ll know, soon enough. By the way, we thought we’d go into the deli on the way back to the car, just get sandwiches for lunch. Okay with you?”
“Sure, Mom. That’s fine. Just make sure mine’s a big one, preferably beef. I need my strength for later.”
“Yes, you do, don’t you? Okay, here’s the coffee shop. What’s everyone having?”
Two latte and a basic black was the answer. The coffee shop was only half full, and they found a quiet corner table, chatting generally here where they might be overheard. Eventually, Jenny drained her cup.
“Time for me and Molly to go shopping. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”
“Take your time, Mom. Get it right. I’ll be fine here.”
It was about a half an hour that he waited. Two refills of his coffee. Jenny and Molly were both carrying bags when they came back, bright-eyed and laughing.
“Ready?” said Molly.
“Sure.” He drained his cup, and left a five-dollar tip beside it. After all the waitress was not only quick and attentive, she was also darned good-looking! The view down her cleavage when she bent over to refill his cup had been lovely, too, clear down to her erect nipples. And she’d known it, too, the minx. “Where next?”
“Deli, for sandwiches, then home for lunch, maybe a little nap. And then we play.” Molly grinned. “I’m looking forward to the play bit.”
“I think we all are. Now, let’s go. Sooner we leave, sooner we get back, sooner we get naked again.” Jenny grinned. “Shall we go?”
An hour later, three naked people had had lunch and were ready to play.
“Tom?” said Molly. “How do you feel about being filmed? Although I suppose I should say, videoed?”
“Um, doing what?”
“Having sex, of course.”
He stared at her, but he couldn’t deny it, a perverse side of him wanted it, no doubt about it. “Who sees it?”
“Only we three,” said Molly. “Has to be that way. If anyone else saw it we could be arrested.” She arched her brows. “Yes? No?”
“Yes, I guess. I think I’d kinda like to see how ridiculous I really am during sex.” He laughed. “Have to say, as a participant, I tend not to think about it.”
“Me either,” said Jenny.
“Whose idea was this, anyway?” Tom said.
“Both of us, probably,” said Molly. “There were some, um, interesting toys in the sex shop. Really gave us the giggles for a while.”
“Yeah,” said Jenny. “I thought for a minute or two we were going to get thrown out.” She laughed. “Imagine the newspaper headlines. But it – or rather, they – did give us the idea.”
“How do we do it?” said Tom.
“Well, it will have be a one-to-one, and whoever isn’t directly involved will be camera person,” said Molly. “That seem about right? Yes? Okay.”
“Who gets first camera duty?” Me, I hope, Tom thought. I want to see what these two minxes have bought.
“Dunno. Draw lots? Shortest straw?” Molly shrugged, and Tom took a moment to enjoy the bounce of her breasts.
“Molly?” said Jenny. “We have our new toy. Tom first on camera duty?”
“Oh, yes! Our new toy! Tom, if you don’t mind, you’re cameraman first. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure. So, where’s the camera?”
Molly laughed. “Duh. Yeah, I’ll fetch it.”
Very similar to his own, which he’d left at home, not thinking he’d need it. He checked the battery level. Plenty. He took a breath and turned to the others.
“Okay, ladies. Assume the position, or whatever the heck you have planned to do. And I’m certainly looking forward to finding out!”
“Just a moment, then, and I’ll fetch it,” said Molly, and hurried out of the room, returning just moments later carrying – a strap-on! She brandished it.
“Ta-da! Okay, Jenny, who’s the fucker and who’s the fucked?”
“I don’t know, toss a coin or something? Tom?”
“No coin, I’m afraid. Hang on, though. I’ll use the lens cap from the video camera, shuffle it from hand to hand behind my back, then one of you guesses which hand it’s in. Whoever guesses right, chooses. Okay?”
“Works for me, Molly,” said Jenny, and her sister nodded. Tom took the lens cap and put his hands behind his back, then made a play out of shuffling it back and forth, before bringing his two clenched fists out and holding them before him.
“Okay, ladies, decision time.”
Jenny signaled to her sister. “You choose, Molly, you’re the hostess.”
Molly dithered for a moment, then tapped Tom’s left hand. He opened it. Empty! He opened his other hand to reveal the lens cap.
“Okay, Mom, you get to choose. Fucker? Or fucked?” He laughed. “And that’s a question I never thought I’d be asking my Mom!”
“This first time I’ll be the fucker. Pass our toy over, sis.” Molly duly handed her sister the strap-on. Jenny examined it for a moment, then turned it.
“I guess this goes in my pussy, and that goes in yours, sis. I think I’m wet enough, so get the camera ready, son, and film your mother as she gets ready to fuck her own sister with a strap-on!” Jenny was fighting a giggle as she spoke. Tom brandished the camera.
“Ready, Mom. Go!”
Jenny was wet enough, and Tom was fascinated as she inserted the ‘driver’s’ cock into her pussy, slowly, sensuously, until she had it seated fully within herself, not so fascinated that he forgot to film her, though. She giggled as she stood to fasten the harness, then turned to Molly.
“Okay, sis, how — and where — do you want me.” She laughed. “Obviously, in your pussy, by where I meant location. I thought you might like to kneel on the couch and we’ll do this doggy style.”
“Yes!” said Molly. “Doggy will be good, for both of us.”
“For all three of us,” said Tom, laughing.
“Okay, sis,” said Jenny. “On your knees, bitch-kitty, and prepare to be poked by your big sister’s new plaything.”
Molly laughed and went to her knees on the couch, looking back over her shoulder as Jenny knee-walked the few inches necessary to position the strap-on’s cock ready to penetrate her sister.
“Ready, Molly?”
“Am I ever!”
“Make sure you get this, Tom,” said Jenny, as she brought the strap-on cock closer to Molly’s pussy.
“Don’t worry, Mom, this is one shot I won’t miss,” said Tom, holding his breath, and the camera steady, as Jenny slowly pushed into Molly’s visibly wet pussy. The sigh of satisfaction as the faux cock sank slowly into Molly’s depths could have come from any or all of the three of them.
“Sheesh, sis, that feels good!” said Molly, her voice tense, a little hoarse.
“Okay, sis, here goes,” said Jenny as she began to move her hips back and forth, the sex toy moving audibly in and out of Molly’s pussy as the lubrication by Molly’s streaming juices grew, and the friction diminished to almost zero, Jeny’s hips swinging freely back and forth as she fucked her sister. Molly’s hand went to her pussy and she added the stimulation of her clitoris to the sensations package.
Tom moved to where he could film Molly’s face and she grinned at him as he knelt beside the couch to position himself.
“Won’t be long, Tom, your Mom must be a natural with one of these things,”said Molly, her fingers still busy at her clit, “but a bit of clittie-strumming isn’t hurting.”
“It certainly isn’t,” said Jenny, her own fingers busy at her groin, but the movement of her hips never faltered.
Somehow, the sisters climaxed almost together, Jenny maybe a second or two behind her sister, a strangled moan coming from each of them as their orgasms swept through them. Tom backed off a little, trying to catch both of their faces as they rode the climax tides surging through them, but eventually Molly collapsed forwards as Jenny sank back on her heels, the strap-on’s cock coming free with a slurping ‘pop’.
“A successful debut for your new toy, I think, my loves,” said Tom.
“Definitely,” said Molly, “and in a year or two, when I’ve recovered, we’ll make me the fucker and you the fucked, sis, okay?”
“Very okay,” said Jenny, “but not any time soon.” She went up onto her knees, loosened the harness, and eased the driver’s cock from her own pussy. “Want a lick of my lollipop, sis?” she said, turning the toy so that the faux cock that had been in her own pussy was towards her sister, and brought the one that had been in Molly to her own mouth, licking Molly’s juices from it, an action quickly imitated by her sister and the siblings enjoyed the taste of each other’s love juices. Too soon, the feast was done and the sisters sank back on the couch, two wet pussies on lewd display. Tom did a quick panning shot of the scene, then sank into an armchair.
“Dunno about you two, but I feel the need of some rest before anything else. Maybe a swim, a shower and then a nap?”
“Sounds good to me,” said Jenny. “Molly?”
“Not sure I have the energy for a swim, but I can float around with you both. Okay, folks, to the pool. We can be thinking about what we’re going to do next.”
“I think it’s me taking you from behind, Molly, while you eat Mom out.”
“That’s right,” said Molly. “But first, swim, shower and nap!”
* * * * *And there we’ll leave our lovers for the moment. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed, but remember to give me an address to reply to if you ask a question. Please vote, too. Go on, it’s only a couple of mouse clicks!
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