“What the hell is going on here?” Style said and slammed the door. “You little tramp. I take my eyes off you for a minute, and you’ve got your tongue in someone’s mouth and your hands in their pants.”
“But, Mom,” Darlene said.
Jason couldn’t move, breathe or stop staring stupidly with his jaw hanging down. The woman looked pissed, and Darlene seemed as shocked as he was. “I, um, I—“
“Shh,” Style said. “You like my daughter?”
He gulped and looked back and forth from Ms. Style to Darlene with his head nodding. “That’s good,” Style said. “Were you planning on putting your cock in her?”
“Mom, we were just kissing.”
“Really,” the woman said, and moved behind him. Darlene was facing him, her eyes down. “Just kissing, huh?” Style reached around him and grabbed his package. “I’m pretty sure he was planning on doing something with this!” She squeezed.
“Mom, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Oh, am I?” Style yanked his zipper down. “Don’t you think your behavior embarrasses me? Every time I turn around, you’re getting fucked. I think you need to learn a lesson, once and for all.”
“I can’t help it, mom, I’m always horny,” Darlene said. “I must have been born this way.”
“Well then, I guess we’ll have to take care of your problem.” Style stuffed her hand inside Jason’s pants. “Damn, he’s hung like a horse. I think you might finally learn your lesson.”
“Mom, please.”
Jason didn’t think it was possible that Ms. Style could be Darlene’s mother, but he made a face that pleaded with Darlene for a sign that this was her dream being played out. All she did was watch his pants go down his legs. “Mom, stop, he’s my boyfriend…you can’t do that to my boyfriend.”
“I’m only going to get him ready,” she said and pulled his dick back between his legs. “Then I’m going to watch you, like when I made you smoke that cigarette in front of me. You never smoked again.” Ms. Style’s teeth scraped over his thick cock head and sucked him into her blazing mouth.
“Look at these giant balls,” Style said and cinched her fingers around his sack, then took his balls back between his legs. “They’re smooth and ready for your mouth.”
Darlene squatted and her thighs spread, forcing the tiny skirt up. He stared at her crotch, wishing his face were under it. She looked around his legs and asked, “What are you doing to him?”
Style answered the question by sucking one nut into her mouth, then the other. He gasped. She sucked harder and backed up, stretching his sack until his balls popped out of her mouth. “Mm, these big fat balls are gonna slap your clit silly while he’s ramming your cunt,” Style said and pulled his cock up towards his ass crack. “You probably wanted to give him head before you let him fuck you right under my nose, right?” She released his dick, it swung through his legs and whacked Darlene in the chin, then hung there, pointing at her face. She didn’t move.
Ms. Style’s hand came around his leg and wrapped around the base of his cock. She clamped down and forced the top half of his dick to swell, then she lifted it and whipped it down against Darlene’s face. The wet thud shook Darlene’s cheeks. “Show me what you like to do,” Style said.
Darlene rubbed the tube snake all over her face. Style pushed his head against Darlene’s lips. “Show me how you give head.”
The more bizarre the scene got, the more confident Jason felt. The idea that Darlene had a dream about having her mother act like Ms. Style, excited him. His mother would have a different reaction if she caught Becky blowing him, but if she acted like Style, he wouldn’t complain.
Darlene’s luscious lips puckered and wet the tip of his prick. “Don’t act shy because I’m here,” Style said. “Open wide and get it in your face. You know that’s what you want.”
Darlene’s blue eyes strained upward, watching him, while her lips circled his head. Her tongue tip poked at his slit circled his knob, then suction caused her cheeks to cave in. He felt the tingling of blood being drawn into his dick head. His rod got coated with more spit each time she went forward. The high school girl looked better giving head than any porn blow job he had seen. He wanted to help her by thrusting into her face, but Style’s hands were strong, and they had a firm grip on his ass.
The hands restraining him were gone, so Jason started rocking, pumping his cock head into the narrow throat tube. The front of Darlene’s blouse was getting wet with drool, and he wished it was her tits catching the overflow. Style got hold of his balls again, and his fucking motion had to stop. The slurping sound reached his ears a nanosecond after he felt his nuts plunge inside the woman’s mouth. Darlene sucked hard and fast, trying to get his balls to unload, but Style was sucking them back between his legs. He needed to shoot the torrent of cum down Darlene’s throat, but it was being pulled in two different directions.
When his family jewels snapped free, Jason jammed his dick inside Darlene’s face. Her mouth juices spewed out around his shaft, and she jerked back, gagging. “Now he’s ready to give you what you wanted,” Style said.
Darlene wiped her face on her arm and sat on the floor. He realized he was going to have sex while somebody he didn’t know watched. It was one thing having Style behind him directing, but now she was kneeling next to Darlene. What would it be like if he was fucking somebody’s real daughter in front of them?
“Get on your hands and knees,” Style said. “That’s how you want it, like a dog, right?” She looked at him and shook her head. “Can you believe my daughter lets the dog do her?”
He didn’t say anything. Darlene was taking off her top, and he was fascinated again by her tits. They swung together, bounced and settle out to her sides. Her freckled cleavage was wide and moist with sweat and spit. He prayed this dream included him titty fucking her because that was one of his biggest fantasies.
“No, leave it on,” Style said, and flipped the skirt up on Darlene’s back, exposing that fabulous ass. Other than Evan’s mother, he had never seen a more bodacious ass.
“Get that thing over here.” Style grabbed his dick and jerked it several times, then she jammed his cock head into Darlene’s pussy groove and dragged it up and down. “Mm, look how wet and ready she is for you.”
“But, Mom, you can’t watch,” Darlene said. “It’s weird if your mother watches you have sex.”
“Not as weird as it’s gonna be when you watch me get fucked.”
“What?”
“That’s right, next time I catch you being a slut, I’m going to fuck your boyfriend right under your nose. See how you like that.”
Jason wanted her to act like a slut and almost said so.
Darlene’s hot pussy juice had coated his bulbous knob. He tried to pretend Style wasn’t there, staring like she was ready to rate him, but her hand was still on his cock.
“Go on, give it to her,” Style said, and tightened her grip on his shaft. “Shove that thick, meaty cock inside her. I want to watch it, see you fuck my daughter. Don’t go easy, shove it right in there.”
He did, and Darlene whimpered. Style released his dick and moved behind him, then her vise-like hands were back on his ass, shoving him forward. Darlene looked back over her shoulder and said, “Ahh, Mom, not so much…it’s too much.”
“Shh, don’t be silly,” Style said and pushed more of him into Darlene. “A slut like you can handle it.”
Ms. Style had one hand on his stomach and the other on his ass. He tried to get into a rhythm, but her fingertip poking his anus made his motion jerky. “Fuck that tight pussy,” she said close to his ear. “Give it to that horny bitch…give her all of it. Make her scream.”
“Ahhhh, ahhh, oh yes, oh Mommy.” Darlene’s climax had started.
Holy shit, he thought, this is bizarre, and I love it. Darlene’s orgasm flooded her tube and allowed him to go full bore. His balls slapped against her pubic bone. She came like Becky, noisy, hard and wet. The overflow of pussy fluid dripped from his tightening nuts sack. “Mm, mm, I’m, ah, I’m gonna—”
“Don’t pull out,” Style said. “Do it, do it in her. Oh, yes, fill my daughter’s cunt with that hot load of cum.”
Jason didn’t have a choice, the woman pressed her body against his back. Her hands were on his hips, and her groin was humping his ass while he humped Darlene. Darlene’s arms gave up, and her face and chest went to the floor. Her big, sexy ass was jacked up, and her cheeks opened wide. The concave brown ring turned upward like it was begging to have something shoved in it.
His balls jerked and pushed the last few drops of cum inside Darlene. Sex was ruined for him because nothing would ever top this. How the hell was he going to keep it to himself?
Gloria’s team won their first game in the best of three series. Evan was impressed with her play. She wasn’t as tall as most of her teammates, but she was thicker and packed a punch when she connected with the ball. He thought she had the potential to be an impressive ballplayer if she wanted to. He was hoping they won the second game, too. If not, he would have to leave during the tiebreaker.
Evan sat on the first row of the bleachers and sent Jason a text reminding him that he couldn’t be late, then he went back to watching Gloria, Jayda and Alex in the dugout. He was looking for a sign. Gloria had to know about her friends, didn’t she?
“Girl, you’re a freak,” Ms. Style said.
Darlene sat up and switched off the water jets. “You didn’t seem to have any trouble playing your part.”
“I was just playing the role you gave me,” Style said. “Would you really want your mother to act like that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve tried to imagine what she’s like, but I can’t. I have no idea what I’d want from her. It was more Becky’s fantasy, anyways, and she would love a mother like that.”
“Any chance?”
“Not sure, but her mom is pretty sexy,” Darlene said, “and we definitely gave Jason something to think about.”
“You getting sweet on him?”
“Maybe…a little. It’s a great package deal, for sure. Becky’s more of a sexaholic than me, and she doesn’t mind sharing.” Darlene pushed off and floated over to Ms. Style. “What about you?” She rubbed her breast on Style’s arm. “You seemed pretty sweet on him…yourself. Thought you might go off script.”
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