“That’s my boy,” Jack said with a grin. He was relieved Zidi hadn’t objected when he asked his adopted son if he would mind letting Nicole and himself spend the evening alone with their guests. Jack knew Zidi was well aware of Katie’s growing crush on him and had decided to take advantage of it to spend as much time as possible fucking and sodomizing their guest.
Jack and Nicole both heard the sound of tires crunching on gravel at the same time and they smiled at each other.
*
To Jack’s delight, dinner was a remarkable success. Valerie de Montravigne, naturally blonde with her hair cut in a fashionable bob, wearing a black pleated skirt and a matching low-cut silver lamé top that highlighted the creamy-white slopes of her extremely large breasts, obviously enjoyed the food and wine and her son’s new-found enthusiasm for all things English, especially the lovely girl sitting next to him hanging on his every word.
“It is such a blessing you and your father were there to save my Jean-Paul,” his mother said, winking at her son. “He believes in taking risks, just like his father.”
Jack noticed she spoke without showing any sign of grief but then he expected seven years would be too long for her to be still mourning her loss.
“Was he a credit to France, Madame, your husband?”
“The medal I received said he was,” Valerie replied. “But he liked to live dangerously and I sometimes wonder if he died in vain.”
Jack could see the seriousness of the conversation made Nicole uneasy as she slid her hands round Jean-Paul to give him the hint she wanted a hug. He did and kissed her forehead which Nicole took as her cue to stand up from the table, smile at her father and nod politely to Jean-Paul’s mother as she said, “Come on, J-P, I want to show you the stars. My dad taught me their names and it’s a lovely clear night.”
She picked up a half-full bottle of champagne and said, “May we?”
“Of course,” Jack said, enjoying seeing his daughter’s eyes sparkle with excitement and desire while Jean-Paul followed Nicole with a sheepish grin, unable to hide the bulge of his erection distending his pants.
Jack laughed unconcerned and asked, “Cognac, Valerie?”
“Yes, please,” she said, giving him a warm smile.
Jack walked over to the drinks trolley, filled two balloon glasses and gave one to Valerie. He watched as she sipped the smoky liquid appreciatively and then said, with a nod of his head toward the open door leading to the pool, “Envious?”
“A little,” she said wistfully. “It has been a long time since Claude’s death with only a vibrator to ease my needs.”
“You weren’t tempted to take a lover, Valerie?” Jack asked with a smile. “I can’t believe you don’t have men queuing up…”
She inclined her head to look down at her breasts and then looked up so her eyes met Jack’s. “Unfortunately I do not fit the ideal for French men,” she said. “They prefer skinny little waifs, not a full-figured woman like me with big breasts and a body to match.”
Jack sat down next to her and reached across to take her hand in his.
“You are very beautiful and desirable, Valerie,” he said softly. “The drought could end right now if you wished.” He paused and then added with a smile, “And, of course, if you are attracted to me as much as I am to you.”
Valerie let her hand rest for a moment but her expression was troubled.
“But what about your lovely daughter? I understand from Jean-Paul that you are -” she paused to choose her words. “Intimate with her? My son found that both charmingly English and very erotic but I know it is hard for a man to love another woman when he has experienced the ultimate gift a daughter can bestow on her father.”
Jack nodded his head, realizing she was evaluating him.
“I can’t deny it’s both lust and mutual love on both our parts,” he said quietly. “She kept me sane when her mother died unexpectedly. Sex was a natural expression of our love for each other but, and I believe her, she says she has fallen in love with your son and is probably proving that to him right now. I don’t believe she could do that convincingly if I came first.” Jack paused for a moment. Then he said, “Shall we go and join the two lovers?”
Valerie’s eyes widened in delighted surprise. “We would intrude, surely?”
“No,” Jack said softly. “Not if we sought our own pleasure while they watched…”
He stood up and drew Valerie to her feet. She was still holding her glass and took a sip of her cognac. She put her glass down and he saw her shiver.
“Are you cold?”
“No,” Valerie said, her mouth opening slightly, her lips glistening. “I shivered from lust.”
Jack bent his head and brushed his lips gently against hers. He flicked his tongue out to taste the cognac and then took Valerie in his arms, his hands dropping down to cup her buttocks and pull her body into his as his lips met hers in a heated kiss. The weight of her full breasts crushed against his chest confirmed his suspicion there was just soft warm skin under the silver lamé top. From the silky smoothness of her bottom in his hands he guessed she was wearing almost nothing under her skirt. He knew then she had expected to be seduced and was waiting for him to make the first move.
Slowly and deliciously, his tongue dueling with hers, Jack slid his hand under the edge of Valerie’s top and cupped her bare breast, stroking his finger back and forth over the nipple, stiff with her arousal. Jack realized Valerie’s breasts were even bigger than Nicole’s, sheer perfection for a man who liked nothing better than to bury his face in warm, fragrant breast-flesh as he fucked a woman. But he also knew that, after so long, Valerie would enjoy experiencing not only what Jack was doing to her but the visual pleasure of seeing what her beloved son was doing to Jack’s daughter and Nicole to him.
Gently Jack broke the kiss, seeing the sudden flash of hurt in Valerie’s eyes as she thought he might have lost interest. But he quickly took her hand and led her through to the patio where chairs were set up overlooking the pool. Jean-Paul was lying on one; his trousers round his ankles, his long muscular legs bare and spread slightly to support Nicole who was sitting in his lap with her back to him, her breasts bared and her sarong bunched round her waist. She was using both hands to thrust the champagne bottle in and out of her cunt, fucking herself with it at the same time as her anus was stretched to capacity by Jean-Paul’s cock buried deep in her bowels.
Valerie let out a soft moan of surprise, a moan both the rutting teenagers heard. Jean-Paul lifted his head and smiled at his mother, Nicole’s eyes meeting Valerie’s as she pushed the neck of the bottle as far inside her pussy as she could, forcing out a bubbling mix of ice-cold liquid and her cunt cream, the effort making her buck with the intense pleasure of fucking herself while she was being fucked in the ass.
Standing behind Valerie, kissing and licking his tongue along her neck to under her ear, Jack reached for the zip of her skirt and ran it down. There was a murmur of silk and the material pooled round Valerie’s ankles revealing her smooth-shaven cunt barely covered by a tiny thong that snaked between her labia and up between her buttocks. Jack slid his fingers into the waistband and drew the thong down over her hips, letting it fall to join her skirt on the floor. Then he slid two fingers of one hand and two fingers of the other between her legs, prizing open the lips of her cunt and slid them deep between the slick wet walls, a gush of cream dripping down her thighs as he did so.
Jack guessed that it was not only his exploring lips and fingers that were arousing Valerie: she was almost naked and being sexually caressed in front of her beloved son at the same time as she was watching him assfuck his gorgeous teenage lover. For a moment Jack wondered if Valerie longed to be as sexually intimate with her son as he was with Nicole.
Aware that Jean-Paul and Nicole were watching, Jack ground his hard prick into the furrow of Valerie’s buttocks, making her tremble with lust. She turned her head, her lips seeking Jack’s with a hunger borne of long years without sexual satisfaction. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Please, Jack, fuck my ass like Jean-Paul is doing to Nicole. Claude used to do it to me all the time and I have missed it so much.”
“Oh god, yes,” Jack said, withdrawing his fingers from Valerie’s pussy so he could quickly open his belt and push his pants off his hips and down his legs. His cock reared up, huge and hard, semen oozing from the tip, and he closed his fingers round the shaft, bending it down a little so the head pressed against the tiny pucker of Valerie’s anus. He squeezed droplets of sperm from the swollen glans, smearing the slippery fluid over the entrance to Valerie’s back passage, and then reached between her legs, scooping up the thick cream of her arousal to use as lube for his fingers, pushing two firmly against the opening of her asshole to relax the muscle ready for his cock. When Jack heard Valerie moan with pleasure, pressing her bumhole back against his sodomizing fingers, he knew she was ready and positioned his cock against her anus, flexing his hips and pressing firmly until her sphincter relaxed enough for the head to slip through into her rectum.
At the same time Valerie slipped her hands under her top and pulled it up to her neck to bare her breasts, her hands cupping the huge globes which she pulled upward until the taut nipples were only an inch or so from her lips. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue over and around first one stiff tip then the other, pleasuring herself before she lifted the breast the last inch or so she could close her teeth round the rubbery tips, biting them gently to heighten her arousal as she ground the cheeks of her beautiful bottom into Jack’s groin to envelop every inch of his super-hard cock with her hot, tight asshole.
Jack knew the intensely erotic sight of his mother being sodomized in front of him would be impossible for Jean-Paul to watch without climaxing and within moments the teenager arched up his hips off the chair, driving his cock into the velvet heat of Nicole’s bowels as he ejaculated, so much sperm erupting from his cock Jack could see the pearly goo escape from the seal of Nicole’s anus stretched to capacity round the base of Jean-Paul’s climaxing cock.
Leave a Reply