Literotic asexstories – Rocky Mountain Sin Bk. 04 by DickBogart1953,DickBogart1953 Everyone in this tale is 18+
Rocky Mountain High or My Sin. Book 4
I drop you on the table, remove my clothes, and step to your spread legs. My hard cock teases your pussy; you are so wet you’re making mewing noises as I slide in on one long stroke. Your legs shot in the air, and you moaned. Next, I found your foot; taking your shoe off, your foot smelled clean. I licked up your ankle and across your foot sucking your toes hard. Gentle bites on the bottom of your foot cause you to try to get away.
You screamed. “Shit, I coming Danny!” Your ass rose off the table, and your hips started making circles on my pounding cock.
I pull out and say. “Slut clean your messy cum off my nice cock.”
You were down on the floor in the time it took to moan. You sucked my cock to a hum in your mouth, I say. “You love being nasty with me; you’re my cum slut.
Sally says. “Flood my pussy, please, baby. I miss watching you clean my wet pussy. I’m not the only cum slut.”
You bent over the table, flipping your dress out of the way and I was walking behind you into your pussy. I’m pumping you, holding your hands on the table, trying to hold on as you come again as I scream, reaching deep in you. Still, inside you, I pick you up, take you to the stairs, and sit down, moving you to my legs and pumping you again. Then, moaning, you started stroking back.
You rubbed your clit, saying. “Fuck, your so hot, got god youu fi fell fill me up make me make come, baby do it fuck my pussy!”
I say. “Been missing you; we should go see our Wendy. Should we skip our shower so we smell like we do now?”
Sally says. “You’re as nasty as I’m, oh god, harder so close!”
I did harder and longer, but you did too; we hardered together as we screamed. “FUCK I’m coming! Shit”
I laid back on the stairs, and we both took turns shaking, trembling, feeling so good I’m still in you, not hard, but again still connected. I can breathe again. My heart has stopped racing quite so severely. I carry you up the stairs to wash you in the shower.
Sally says. “Guess you’re being smart; we smell like sex. She may never join us. She would not want to come between us. Plus, how is that waiting for her to come to us?”
You wash my back, rubbing my neck and shoulders. It felt loving. I turn and rub your ass to your moans as my strong hands pull every one of your aches from your ass. Your back gets a little sore when your back is not supported. We dress in the things you laid out on Mom’s bed. I see romance with matched outfits. I went to my room and put my Dark side tee-shirt on with a sports coat and nice jeans, finishing with my patent leather shoes. I walk back, and you are dressed. We look good together but not dressed the same.
I knew you were brilliant. You glance at your dress in the mirror and the things you picked out.
Sally says. “Shit, sorry my romance dressed you. I did not see what it said. We were together. I can’t wait to share with you two. And tell her who you are. I wonder if she knows what an amazing job she’s done with her son?”
We drove my car as it had chains on it. Waiting in a large room, maybe a lunchroom with eight tables, all full of people strung out and their loved ones. Mom comes in and slows her walk to me as I stand, holding my arms out with a smile. You hesitated. I stepped closer to my Mom, wrapped you in my arms, and hugged you off the floor to your grasp.
I whisper to you. “I forgive you, my love. I know you did it out of love well; you have all my love now, but I could cry about how much I have missed you.”
I put you down, and Sally hugged you. Your hands shook, but you smiled, and your bright eyes had tears. We sat at the table, held your hand, and waited until you needed to talk.
Wendy says. “I have much to say, but we can’t here.” You glanced at the cameras, and the sign near the door read. “Audio and Video recording: no personal phone use allowed!”
We held hands, and I said. “My bonus from my job took care of all your bills. I don’t have the cash to buy a house now; now you’re stuck with me, Mom, if you still want me. I had my room made over. It’s mine now. I did some maintenance in the home. I can care for you, Mother, like you cared for us. I always wanted to tell you how much I admired you for caring for my Dad as you did; you honored your vows to your husband. I truly love you, Wendy.”
Sally smiled at me, as did my Mom. We held hands, and Mom talked about all the things she did. She says. “That hug makes me want never to abuse myself again.”
We chatted till someone came to say. “Time to go, time for lights out.” We both gave you a quick hug.
Sally says. “We will play tennis again, and your son can cook for us after. You taught him how to cook well.”
They rushed us out, and someone handed me a bill. I went to the front desk and had them run it on my card. The bank wanted to ask me some questions about the hefty charge.
Sally says. “Give me your keys, and I’ll bring the car around out front.”
I reached out and held your arm, I say. “No, you will not; Sally Dear saw too many people hanging around. It will just be a second.”
The card was approved, and as we walked out, still holding arms, two or three street people wolf-whistled at Sally; one made a few vulgar gestures toward us. I opened the door, and watching me, Sally started saying something.
I say. “Not now, please dear, not now.”
I got in, started the car, and checked if it was clear. Some kid tossed a rock, breaking the rear windshield. They wanted me to stop. As I drove off, eight more guys with clubs or bats came out of the shadows. Sally saw that with her makeup mirror on her visor. You buried your head in my chest after that.
Sally says. “Holly fuck, it could have been so different we need to carry if we come again. Baby, Take me home, please, and hold me?”
I say. “Sorry, I was so brisk with you, dear. But, of course, I will take you home. Carry, I had one when I went to college, not to classes, but to the library it was near a high crime area. I gave my piece to the guard there and picked it up when I left, for at least the first year, then carried mace. No guns on campus after the school shootings, and I have a license, but not for here. I would rather avoid needing it. You know they wanted us to stop and get out. We should stop and report this with the police. The building across the street has cameras pointed to the parking lot.”
We stopped and reported it, and they asked more questions of Sally. They got the right idea: she is nicer to look at. So when we got home, I turned on the fireplace, had you sit, and covered your legs.
I say. “After midnight, a third of the team’s scores will be in one game might run long.”
I turn on the TV and go to my program, and it pulls up the scores. I hit them all. I make you hot cocoa with a chocolate liqueur, and coffee brandy takes ten minutes. You flip to the weather as I make our drinks. I added whipped cream to the top of the glasses and topped them with red cherries. You took your drink and took my cherry off my drink; you sucked on the cherry giving me chills knowing how those lips felt on my cock.
You put it back in my drink and almost fried my tiny man brain. As you took another mug of hot cocoa with a chocolate liqueur, you moaned on the second sip, and your feet slipped under my warm legs. I opened the numbers, and we made a big chunk of cash with two more days. We watched some Science fiction show called 1999, which was bad ass; we did two episodes and went to bed, and I held you as you still shook from what could have been.
I say. “I’m sorry I was sharp with you tonight, dear. Seeing the people just hanging out put me on edge. Dad, being rich, we were robbed more than a few times. I rubbed your neck and head to your sighs till your noises drifted off. I wrapped my arm around you, moved close, turned on your side to spoon, and did. We woke on Saturday to the light coming into the bedroom windows. I tossed the curtains away; they smelled terrible.
It was your day off, and we went to the mall to get curtains. You pulled me into a dozen shops, and I pulled you into one. It was a self-defense school. I bought you practice pads, a helmet, and mouthpieces. A cup for me, glanced at Sally, and purchased a second set for Mom. I had talked you into wearing sweatpants to go shopping. We took a class. I have been fighting in a gym since I was twelve, and I was asked to spare with someone my size. I would not let him touch me; I had many chances to tag him hard.
I stop the sparing and say. “Here, try this.”
I moved like he did, showing him his rear foot turned in the direction the hit was coming.
I say. “Your off balance when you toss your right. Try this ready to go again?”
He was a little better, and I let him make the right moves. I stopped him and showed him to lower his center and punch up. I got him to hit my gloves, and he got better.
The instructor walks over with a chip on his shoulder and says. “Think your hot shit!”
He came at me and gripped my arm to toss me, and I shifted my weight, pulled his thumb off my arm, and front-kicked him in the face by pulling the hit and only touched his cheek with a light tap.
I step back and take a stance, saying. “I’m not a rookie. I will not let someone hit me in anger without me returning the force. I just did that to show you this is not my first class. You need to move the class on to more learning, Master.”
I bowed he did not; he spun a sucker punch to the blind side of my head; I watched his feet, my kick took his balls to his ears, and he was not in the game after that. He screamed for us to leave the class of ten, and we all left. I took you to the center court, bought you ice cream, and said. “You can get a double scoop if you will spar with me when we get home.”
The twinkle in your eyes, I guess you thought it meant we would make love; no, I was going to show you how to defend yourself. We stopped at the drugstore, and I picked up some ice packs, a heavy-duty massage for muscle pain, and some hot cream. I fixed you a tuna salad and a cup of soup. We check the games by letting the TV play as I push you a workout with strikes and blocks and how to center and move to add power to a hit. We did this for two hours. Your wet under both arms and from the crotch to your back was soaked. There was not a dry hair on your head. Going to the shower, I take your things off, and you look tired. I tossed my hand up at you, and you blocked it; your smile showed me you were tired but very proud and a fast learner.
I washed your hair, rinsed it out, added conditioner, and used the soap still on you to rub and massage you. I massaged you in bed, and you napped before dinner. I went to the kitchen and found clay and fresh fish. I cooked the fish, new potatoes, and grilled corn with another fresh small bar pizza. I feel your warm arms holding around my back.
You say. “Shit, you are doing a wonderful job, man you’re making me forget my EX; he’s suing me again. He heard of my bonus at work; it was after the damn judgment; my lawyer is out of his league; it will cost me $100,000 at least.”
I picked up my phone as the pizza baked and texted my boss at his number. “Sir, I hope I’m not troubling you on your day off as if you would take one, but you said your Sister was a shark of a divorce lawyer in town; my Mom’s best friend is having trouble with her ex; I’m covering her on the fees. I don’t want her to have to worry about this. I don’t like it when she frowns, Sir.”
I was texted a phone number and a text. “Sorry to hear. I called my Sister, and she’s in the office. Call and come by now and go see her.”
I dressed, and we ate a healthy meal in our tummies to warm us. We were welcomed into the office and given espresso and freshly baked cookies. I gave them my card as they worked in the office and charged the $10,000 for the retainer.
Sally came out beaming. You say. “They are counter-suing him, and she is looking deep into his life with an investigator.”
You kissed me, and I kissed you back after I glanced and saw ten or so people shopping in the shops at the bottom of the professional building, not one person watching us kiss.
We got home by ten, and I made you baked Alaska with a sheet of 23k gold leaf or half a sheet each. We watched a movie; you wanted romance and chuckles. I picked King of Hearts from 1966. Sally had not seen it, she fell in love with it. I took you to bed and came out from brushing my teeth. You had my dress shirt on, your black bra, and a matching garter with a black hose.
Sally says. “I had fun today. You pulled a thorn out of my ass. You’ll teach me to hold my own, and you’re doing a fine job loving us. What you told our Wendy was charming too; keep it up, stud, now bring your Mommy’s man-flesh over here and get busy.”
I climb up your legs, kiss you on the way, and give you a hickey every few inches. When I get inside your knee, I pull your sexy black panties off; your red hair looks wet, and your lips look puffy as my lips suck your outer lips into my hot mouth to your moan.
You moaned and said. “Fuck you do that so good think your shittttttttttt! You bit my clit, you nasty oh, I’m coming, you prick.”
You pushed me away and mounted me as you pushed me on my back. Taking control, your timidness was gone. Was it the sexy clothes and my shirt? Watching you hold your breast as your face shows how much you love this. You whipped my shirt off, and sweat ran down your chest. I pull your bra up, and your breast falls into my hand as I turn your radio knobs with your nipples like I was playing with an etch a sketch toy.
Twisting with your nipples to your moans, you bounced on my cock till I lifted you off the bed. I grabbed your hips, and I pounded into you to your constant screams as I jack-hammered into your wet pussy. You sprayed your cum on us as I exploded deep in you. As we froze, trembling to fall on the bed, your wet, hot body hit mine as our sweat pooled on my flat tummy.
I say. “Shit, dear, you got over being timid. That was out of this world, good dear. Do you turn into a succubus and eat my soul?”
Sally says. “OK, don’t mind if I do.”
As you move down, take my semi-hard cock in your mouth without hands as you clean our cum off my cock. I pull you up and kiss our juices out of your mouth; you indeed got my soul.
I say. “You’re quite good at making your boy toy feel good. I hope I’m earning my pay.”
Sally says. “Now, dear boy, what do you want for your pay?”
Your hot fingers find my soft cock you feel my pulse in your hand. I answered you. “Sally, all joking aside, I want your hand in marriage, my love, as soon as we get Wendy in our bed, dear. I’m unsure if you are a wife one or two, but you have all of me.”
Sally started kissing my face, saying one word over and over each kiss. “Yes! Yes! and a thousand times YES!”
I kiss you back, and you start moving, kissing down my sweaty chest as you say. “Sweet and salty sexy as you start on my soft cock, your fingers and lips teased my growing cock. My legs danced on the bed as my too-sensitive cock grew hard to your lovemaking.
I say. “May I clean your pussy dear?”
You moved, so I got my wish, and I ate our cum out of you as you made me come first, and you cleaned me again. Finally, you pushed off and went to the bathroom to pee. I followed you in and knelt between your legs, watching you pee. I thought about what you taste like. So I lean forward and taste your pee. You moan and push my face into your pussy. I lick your pee as I suck your clit into my hot, peed, filled mouth; my two fingers find your g-spot sliding in and out in your too-sensitive pussy.
You scream out. “Fuck I Coming! You’re just like your Mom, our Wendy!”
We were a mess. Our mixed cum was all over our faces and chest. You stand, take my hand, and pull me to the shower as we wash each other off and take extra time drying each other. After stripping the sheets, we slept in my bed, and the laundry basket was full. Finally, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. As the alarm went off, I sent Sally to her work with an egg and spinach burrito, and I putter around the house cleaning the carpets in the main bedroom and doing the laundry.
I received a call in the last three weeks of Mom’s treatment. It seems the report to the police about the brick through my window in the parking lot pissed the hospital off. So they took the last month’s money and quote released my Mom from their care. I found this out by a taxi pulling up and honking with my Mom in it. And I paid for the ride, and Mom refused my hug.
Mom says. “Fuckers kept me strapped down on a bed for forty-eight hours without bathroom breaks. Please, I need a shower and hot food, Danny.”
I smelled Wendy as you went to take a shower. I called the hospital and was informed they were suing us for the false police report. I sent what I had and told my lawyer to get the videos from the two businesses. I was washing the sheets and got started with two pot pies made with leftover soup. I stood at the sink washing greens for the salad and felt your arms wrap around me. Your body shook with tears, and you still smelled. I turned, and you cried on my chest. You are still in stained sweatpants. I turn the water off, turning to you.
I say. “It’s alright, Wendy, my love. I’m here now. Let’s get you cleaned up. You did it for Dad; I do it for you. I saw it as your love for him.”
I pick my Mom up in my arms and take you upstairs to the main bathroom, running the bath water and dropping a bath bomb, and the smell of lavender fills the room. My Mom is standing nervous near the tub; you look at me.
I ask. “My love, you want me to step out so you can get in the shower?”
You looked at me, and you nodded. I step out and give you a few to get in the shower and getting that done you were in the tub. The bathwater did not cover your beautiful breasts. I drop a washcloth over your breast, take another, get it wet, and soap it up. I wash your arms and pits as I tell you about working and my betting on sports teams and how the base of Dad’s design program was making us money.
Washing your neck, ears, and face, I use my fingers on your face, your eyes closed, and you sigh. Next, I wash your legs, and you giggle as I do. Your feet, you’re a little touchy as I go up your legs, doing your thighs, stopping before your pussy your not pulling away.
I asked. “Dear, you want me to finish the spots I missed, or shall I give you a few to do them yourself?”
I stand to leave, and your hand comes out of the water, grabbing my hand as you cry.
Holding my hand, you say. “The staff strapped me down, no clothes on, and guys came in and watched me. Nobody touched me, but I knew they would or could. They gave me lots of sugar water so I would pee on my bed. Two days I stayed in my crap.”
You tremble and go into the fetal position. I stand kicking my shoes off, dropping my pants, taking my shirt off, and getting in the water with you. I hold you using my foot to turn the hot water back on, making the water more desirable. My Mom’s hot body felt like home. I wrapped my arms around you, holding you close. My hand is on your breast, pulling you tighter to me. I hand you the washcloth, and you start to wash your breast. My hand is in the way I take your hand with the cloth, and we clean your breast together, and you move to your crotch by yourself.
My fingers touch you, and my hand movies between your legs as we wash you. You can’t reach your ass. You pull your hand out as I clean you. We lay in the warm water as my soft kisses on your neck make you hold my arm tighter. My boner is hard, and it is against your butt cheeks.
Mom says. “Young man, you’re poking your old Mom again. You are not little anymore. This was safer when you were younger.”
I moan. “You safe in my arms, Wendy. You kiss my neck, and you won’t be, but I will make you scream in pleasure when you do. You pushed me away, so I found a nice woman to love. I’ve found her. You can’t make the ultimate sacrifice of sending your baby away to prove your love to me without me falling deeper in love with you. I loved you all my life, and holding you all those years made me want the impossible; well-making money was impossible. Getting a degree in two and half years was, too, and it’s clear you are still in love with me. I feel it in your trusting me.”
We stayed till the water got cool. I got out of the bathtub first and held my giant towel out for you as I wrapped you up, drying you. Then, I had another one, and I wrapped you up.
I say. “I’ll go put the pies in the oven, dear. You made a wonderful kitchen for me to cook in. I will tell you some of my secrets at dinner. Sally comes over a few times a week. She’s got me playing tennis. She sure loves you; we talk a lot about you.”
Running from my room dressed in dry clothes, I descended the steps two at a time.
I sent Sally a text. “My car window broken, pissed off the hospital. They took it out on Mom and tossed her out three weeks early. Her story was not charming in any way. I’m working on things like we said. Are you still going to see your Sister’s babies? Let me have a few days alone. I miss you. Mom was abused. They strapped her down forty-two hours on a bed naked, and her door was left open made to lay in her waste.”
Sally’s text read. “My folks need to meet you soon. They met and loved your Mom, but that was before she started drinking; she had not seen them in over two years.”
I sent a text back. “Mom said they used her phone to make calls with her till the battery was run down. She said a few took videos of her with her phone and will see what they show after it charges. Mom’s bravery broke. She cried for an hour as I held her. It made me mad, then sad, and holding my Mom in the bath felt right as she cried.”
I fed us the pies made from the soup. Mom asked to lie down. Going up the stairs to your room, Sally texted me. “Shit, go to her now. She just called; she dropped the phone crying. They kept telling her they would take her, and everyone would think she was crazy. She did not say they did more.”
I ran up the stairs and went to your room, and you were crying on the bed. I took you in my arms and held you. I waited to see if you wanted to talk, but you never did. Finally, you wound down and fell asleep in my warm arms. I pulled the covers over us as we drifted off to sleep, still dressed. I woke and thought to myself shit; I forgot to check scores. I ran downstairs, started coffee, and put things out for breakfast.
I texted Sally. “Hey baby, she cried for an hour, and Mother’s tears made me sleep like the dead forgot to check scores. Baby missed you dearly.”
Sally sent back a text. “She comes first. It’s OK if you tell me in a few? Wendy just texted me and wants lunch at the club; check back later, babe.”
I sent one more text starting breakfast. “Watch what you say. Tell Mom you’re still seeing the last guy you saw. Just don’t use names. She knows him. The hospital has freaked her ass out. I need to move slowly. But boy, it feels right loving her. We hit all of them. Let me know how you want your cash. It would be best if you held off till the lawyers get done. I got the program set to figure taxes.”
Mom came down the stairs with a sports bra and a pair of hot pink gym shorts with matching leggings, or are they leotards? I hand you a cup like I was sixteen, running the house as my Mom cared for my Dad.
I say. “Damn, Mom, that’s quite the outfit you got there; sexy, want me to whip you into shape? I still do MMA a few times a week.”
I took you to the living room, moved the coffee table to the side, and texted Sally it read. “Warming up, you should come by, and let’s practice. Then, you can shower and go in at noon after I feed you. Sound sexy, sexy?”
Sally’s text read. “There in ten. Love you, sexy!”
I sent a dumb emoji with hearts for eyes and puckering for a kiss back and showed my Mom how to warm up and stretch. Sally rang the doorbell rather than use her key holding a garment bag with clothes for work. You float in like you are on the walkway, sexy as hell, and you lay a wet one on Wendy.
I moaned. “Wow, I know what I want for my birthday! Shit, did I say that out loud? I’m doomed to be an idiot with the ladies.”
Sally came over, picked up the TV remote, started a twenty-minute music playlist, kissed my cheek, and as Mom turned, you goosed me. I pushed us in a warm-up mix with chairs and stretching and learning kicks, starting on holding on to chairs. I showed you, ladies, that you could kick high and stay balanced. After twenty kicks, I moved the chairs, and we did it again. Putting pads on, I show you kicks and how to kick to get away. Targets the groin or the neck near the underarms. The weakest points are, of course, feet or knees.
Sally bows and tosses the hits of the last class you have been practicing a lot. I’ll show you more, and we have eaten up two hours.
I say. “We only have two showers; you girls go get started. I put the quiche in the oven.”
Running upstairs, I hear moans and running water. I almost went to go watch and got a backbone and went grabbed a shave and showered, putting some cologne on, my slacks, and my The Band tee shirt on. I returned the coffee table to its place and had three cups waiting for you two. You both drifted down the stairs like you had a just fucked look. Sally winked at me as the bell went off on lunch.
Wendy says. “Damn, son, I’m going to ache in the morning.”
I chuckled. “Hon, we are going to the gym to hit the weights and the stair steppers, and if you still hurt after I give you one of my massages, you always loved those.”
Mom goes to the bathroom, and Sally and I kiss, and you say. “Thanks for not coming in. Your Mom needed that she is not so uptight; just keep being you. You have more than enough for us both. I’ll see you in a few days. I got to fly to the West Coast and meet a client. Tell your Mom I love her.”
I kiss your cheek and say. “Goodbye, see you soon.”
You were out the door, your dress was on point, and it looked like you were being flown first class to your meeting.
Mom says. “Damn, I wanted a hug from Sally.”
You walk over to me and hug me tight. I say. “I’ll let go after you let go; I’m going to get hard, my love. Sorry, you’re just that sexy.”
You felt me, your body flashed hot, and a tiny moan slipped out of your mouth.
As Wendy says. “I thought you be hitched or having a full-time love shacking up. I was worried about all your cooking and not dating. So it was me you wanted, or you were gay, you’re not gay, you horndog.”
Trying hard but failing, I moaned, and my hot cock throbbed against you. But still, you held my hug, and your hips started rocking, brushing against me softly.
I say. “I must warn, lady, you’re rubbing two sticks together. You were a girl scout. You know what happens next.”
I lost the will to live unless I kissed you. So I did on the neck. My hot lips had you pick up the movement of your hips. Your moans increase, and you turn your head to find my lips. Our first kiss was exactly what I dreamed it would be. I moaned, kissing your neck again as you kissed my ear and neck.
Wendy says. “Baby, tell me why you want this old broad. I got thirty years on you; you still as hard as that day back in my bed.”
I say. “Part of falling in love with you as you loved on Dad, watching that love, that’s what I want. Time to earn my love, truth time.”
My Mom asked. “What truth, baby?”
I say. “Here it goes. I never dated because it was you I wanted. I know you and Sally were once a thing in college. I almost joined you two in the shower, but it seems to porn-like. I waited till you came to me, and I have to tell you I want to show you my love, dear. If you tell me you only want my love, you always have that, dear, but I want you to feel me as a man, Wendy. I saw your hunger that morning. I see it now. I don’t care if people think it’s wrong. Mom, I’ll be going to take you to your bed. You felt my hard-on. If you say no, it ends now. But you have not said a no, have you dear?”
I pick you up to your moan. I walk up the stairs. You head near my neck as you suck on it, inflaming me. The heat I feel coming off you. I made this heat.
Mom says. “What the fuck am I doing? My son loves me, and I am wetter than ever. So why do you want this old, worn-out broad?”
I spank you hard. “You’re silly if you finish that. You don’t look or feel worn out. You feel lost. You denied my love for you even as you knew I did love you. It’s not a fantasy of a kid mom keeping the house so your energy could be spent on Dad. You were drained out. You pushed me away, drained. The world took the rest from you. I am here to tell you I give you my all, Mom; you do not want for anything. Will you be my second wife?”
Wendy says. “You mean with my Sally sharing you two? Are you for real? Sally was getting her fur munched by yours truly. She let slip my son was as good as I was eating her charms. That and the Zoom call with you two smiles a mile wide and bathrobes. You show me after you fuck me. I wanted you all these years, but I needed to give you time to be sure you knew your heart.”
I laid you on the bed as I took your shoes off and did your top, then your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties. I took my things off as I kissed my Mother on her hot lips to her moans. I took your bra off and sucked a nipple.
Asking you. “I sucked these as a Baby, Mom?” I bit your nipple to your grasp.
You screamed. “Fuch fuck yes, you’re still biting me. I wish I still had milk to feed you, baby. Do you know how much your sick Mother wants you?”
I pull your panties off. You watch me smell them, and I wrap my cock in them, and you watch your eyes wide as I stroke my cock, having to stop as I am on edge. Another touch would make me explode.
I moved up over you, looking into your eyes, and say. “You want my hot cum, Mom. Well, you’re going to get it. Your pussy lips just touching my hot cock all these years; you’re the picture I see when I masturbate, Wendy, even today. I am going to cum as I enter you, my love. That’s how much I need you in my world. I loved you all my life. I loved you as a man loves a woman. I never did anything about it. You had to come to me first, and you did.”
I slid in your hot, wet lips. You groan as my cock head spreads your lips aside. It felt like you entered me; you grabbed my ass cheeks to moan as my load blew off in your pussy. Yes, it was that good. My mind was muddy with pleasure. I rub your clit as I stop moving as my cock head gets so sensitive.
Mom says. “I thought you were kidding. But, wow, I felt you cum. It was sweet, son. Now let me up so I can clean up.”
I say. “Oh Wendy, you just think I’m done, no dear, I’ll make you sing like I make Sally sing.”
I pick your legs up and start the dance of the drunken turtle.
You gasp. “Well shit, you still hard. Oh, you feel good. So you do this for my love, Sally?”
I answered you. “Yes, and so much more; Sally is quite the sex goddess. And as hot as you are.”
Mom moans. “Fuck us, baby, harder, please; you got my motor running.”
I moved to warp speed, and my cum added to your wetness. The noise sounded much like Sally as I pounded you until you screamed. Then, I picked up the pace and lifted my hips off the bed as you struck back at me. We broke out in a sweat, you moaning nonstop as your come starts again on my seven inch cock. As my hands twist your nipples and my mouth has yours, our tongues turn in your mouth.
I say. “Love you, Mom; you want this every day and twice on Sundays. I feel my second cum starting you nasty like your woman Sally?”
I feel my Mom’s hands on my balls as a finger teases my rosebud slipping in. It’s my turn to scream as I pound you harder, moving faster. Our screams were matched.
You say. “I can’t, I can, I can’t shit, you turned me into your slut. Give it to me, baby. Your not little anymore Fuck me; you’re getting bigger!”
We glance between us, and my cum is turning to foam. You wipe your fingers in it and suck it in your mouth; your body chattered like a broken car as you came. I moved up to put more weight on your hot clit; it made you come nonstop. I moved on my toes as my whole weight was on my hard cock. It felt like it doubled in size as you clamped down on my cock as it blew off in you. It made fart sounds start in your wet sloppy pussy as my eyes rolled up. As I could not move, I felt my cum filling you, and it felt like it was draining out.
I fall to the side and say. “Damn, I hope you know this was my dream when you walked in on me.”
Wendy says. “I never thought I would see my son become a man, no longer a boy, as you shot your hot load. But I never guessed you want to pound me like the slut I want to be.”
I did pound you and came for the second time, and we came simultaneously. Making love for hours on end, there came a time when we needed sleep. Sleeping in Mom’s bed together, the thought that I was in a dream happened only once, and Mom pinched me as I nuzzled her neck.
It told us this was not a dream. Getting up near noon, I worked on the new game hitting the market. I glanced at the sports game numbers as Mom fed me breakfast, bringing me a second cup of coffee. Wendy went downstairs, put the playlist on the TV, and worked out; it seemed she did not want someone to control her again without them hurting. Sally called, and we talked as she waited on her plane. The plane was delayed due to the snow here. You said your love and had to go as they called to board the aircraft. We said our goodbyes, and I would check when her flight would arrive to greet her.
We got the call after noon, and she flew into Colorado Springs Airport as Denver was closed, taking my SUV with chains. The hundred-mile dive there in the snow took over two hours. Sally was sitting on a bench just inside the door as Wendy entered to get you. After hugs, you two ran to my car as the light snowfall fell as wet snow, almost frozen rain, and it would stick to everything, making driving a nightmare. Seeing ten wrecks getting on the Interstate, I stopped at the first Hotel and checked us into a suite at a nice hotel. The Hotel lost power, but the heat was steam, so it stayed warm as we made our own heat. Grabbing a shower with room to spare, the three of us were in heaven. Touching each other, we sat in our towels and ate room service. We started watching a funny show on Vampires about something they do in Shadows. We were dying laughing at it.
I am not sure when it started, but the power went off, and we lost the TV, there was enough power to run the table lamp, and the heater still blew hot air. Two hands found my cock. I was growing hard as I kissed my Mom and Sally, watching them kiss inches from my face. I kissed a close neck and, hearing a moan; my two hands found my lady’s breast each. Two hands dragged nails across my hard stomach. It sent chills down my spine, and my cock throbbed as two women kissed the head of my seven-inch hard cock. You two teased me as my balls got pulled.
I tossed the covers off as I wanted to watch this. It was hard not coming, but I held back as I picked my Mother up and pulled her to my mouth, devouring her wet pussy lips and my mouth on her clit. Sally was free to take me in her mouth. I was in heaven, then Wendy flooded my mouth with your cum. I felt Sally pull my Mother down till my cock bumped into her wet slit, my cock head sliding into moans.
I began stroking in as Sally fed me her clit. I ate like it was the best pudding. The two ladies kissed and toyed with the other’s breasts. Wendy came on my cock as both ladies rubbed her clit. Mom moved off and let Sally take her place, and it was terrific as another pussy felt different, and the same as it was my turn to moan as Sally was riding me like a cowgirl. I tasted my precum in my hot Mom’s pussy as your wet clit stood out like a tiny dick.
I felt the need to move to keep from coming as I pulled Sally off me and made her get in front of me doggy. Wendy slid under Sally as her mouth found her lover’s clit. My hips kept pushing my hot cock between Sally’s pussy to hot moans. Changing places on the bed so Wendy was getting it hard as my need to come as close, a finger slipped in my ass. My scream was loud as Sally pushed us to our sides. You moved your hips so your pussy rubbed both my cock and Wendy’s pussy. It was a three-way scissoring. We three came as we could not stand another second. Dropping off the face of the earth, breathing became an art as we kissed each other. The lights came back on, and the TV played the theme song from some show about Vampires.
We shook again as the water ran cold, the lights went out again, and we were back on backup power. Getting the munchies after we hit the minibar, eating and snacking on treats, I tend to keep this from the house because junk food goes to my waistline. We slept till check-out time as we loaded up the SUV and checked the roads for snow and ice. Leaving at noon, we got stuck behind a snowplow and a sand truck. It took our two-hour drive, turning it into four, but we got home as the ladies ran and showered.
I started dinner with hot homemade soup and fresh bread; I was home no longer rejected by my Mother, who loves me, and Sally was just the cherry on top of our three-part Sunday. Home, what a nice word.
The End.
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