By JK Jones
My first year at State College I lived in the study dorm, where I became best friends with Frank, a freshman who actually grew up here in Riverville. That was convenient because rather than use the small and almost useless vendor washer and driers in the dorm basement, we both packed our dirty laundry into duffle bags, and every two weeks I was able to hang out at his house while I washed and dried.
I tried to keep my eyes off of Jocelyn, Frank’s mother, during my stay there, because to otherwise caused me to develop an instant hard on. She was a tall, curvy, brown-haired woman with lovely tan legs, a firm-looking ass that jiggled in the shorts she usually wore, and really large, pendulous breasts with nipples that destroyed any bra that tried to hold them down. She was pretty in an older woman kind of way, with a wide brow, big blue eyes, always made up with eye shadow and mascara, a pert little nose, and a wide smile, which, along with her knowing wink, was about all I ever saw coming from her, emotion-wise.
Frank ignored how sexy his mother was, and I never discussed it with him. He had a sister Madelaine who was a little older than him, off on her own college adventure, who sometimes was around weekends, and I remember telling Frank once that his sister had nice tits. He punched me in the shoulder and told me to shut the fuck up, and that was all the discussion that ever took place about the females in his childhood house.
Last weekend, I headed to Frank’s house with him, bringing a duffle bag of stuff, and a knapsack of books. It was late spring, the last month of school, and the encroaching sunny and hot days were playing hob on my ability to focus. I figured that I could spend a few hours reading Chemistry while my clothes washed and dried. Frank didn’t bother to bring books, since he was caught up. Plus, he had been drinking and carrying on really late the night before, not showing up until like 6 in the morning, bleary-eyed and telling stories of snorting crushed up speed tablets between shots of tequila. I drove us over to his house in his car. He staggered into the house and dropped his laundry (which he never did when he was there- he left it for his mom, and picked it up sometime later.) “What you doing?” I asked.
“I’m crashing,” said Frank. “I’m fucked if my mom smells booze on me. She threatened to drug test me too. I’m just going to go upstairs and sleep. Come wake me when its time to go.”
“You sure?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah, just tell Mom I’m tired from staying up too much studying.” I shrugged, not sure how that would work. Frank waved and then slowly climbed the stairs. His door closed upstairs, and that was the last I saw him until it was time to leave, hours later.
I dragged my duffle bag into the house, and down the hall to the laundry. I threw in my first load, then went to find Ms. Smith and let her know we were here.
I stepped into the backyard, and saw her lying down in the hot sun in a bikini, a sun bonnet over her pretty features, her tan legs gleaming with suntan lotion. She saw me in the doorway and waved. I walked over.
“Hi, Ms. Smith,” I said. “Jocelyn,” she corrected. “Hi, Jay. I heard the washer start so I knew it was you two. Where’s my son?”
“He’s upstairs,” I said. “He’s tired, and wanted to nap.”
She nodded, looking over her sunglasses at me. “Probably up late partying. Oh well, its Saturday, so I suppose he has Sunday to catch up on homework.”
“Yep,” I said. “Plus he’s not really behind.” Which was the truth. Jocelyn smiled at me, and sat up a little bit. Her large breasts rolled almost free of her thin bikini top, straining the thin cords holding the cloth over her protruding nipple-points. Jocelyn’s middle was thin and lean, from the aerobics she did every day, and her bikini bottom, matching the top in its green and teal stripes, was really just some strings holding a small patch of cloth over her pussy. It was a really tiny bikini.
I looked up from her tits to see Jocelyn staring at me quizzically. I averted my glance really quickly. “Sorry,” I muttered, aware she had been talking.
Frank’s mother chuckled. “You are easily distracted, I see. I wish I could get my husband to look at my tits once in a while.”
I flushed, embarrassed, and started “I wasn’t….”
“Oh hush,” she said, pushing a hand at me. “It’s no big deal. Boys like big breasts. That’s how you guys are wired. I’d be upset if you didn’t try to peek at me.” I grinned, and caught her gaze, which was honest, direct, piercing into me.
“So sit down,” Jocelyn said, pointing to the deck recliner next to her. I sat, and wiped away a little perspiration from my forehead. It was so hot! “Feel free to take off your shirt if you want,” she said. She tossed me some sunscreen lotion. I often would hang at the pool shirtless, and that wasn’t a big deal, although this was the first time that Frank wasn’t around, and the first time Jocelyn had been in a revealing bikini.
I peeled off my shirt, and applied a layer of sunscreen lotion on my arms and shoulders, and then my bumpy abs, while Frank’s mother lay back, covertly watching me through her sunglasses. Her tits were lying back, almost flopping out of her bikini top, since there was less tension on the shoulder straps. I could see her nipples clearly now through the fabric, pointing up through the fabric. I could see the red edge of her left nipple over the top.
“You are probably the hottest friend Frank has,” remarked Jocelyn. “He told me you do martial arts?”
“Yes, ma’am, Tae kwon do,” I told her. “I’ve done it since I was six years old.”
“Jocelyn,” she said. “Call me Jocelyn. I always feel so old when you say Ms. Smith or Ma’am.”
“Jocelyn,” I said.
“Speaking of that, I was going to ask you something. Does anyone bully Frank? You can tell me the truth. I promise not to mention it to him.”
I grinned. Frank was the only one in the dorm that bullied anyone. It was one thing about him I didn’t like much, and was slowly moving him away from. “Nope,” I told her. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh he had some bruises and bite marks last week. He tried to hide them from me, but I saw them.”
I chuckled. “Those were hickies and stuff from a girl at a dorm party.”
She nodded, looking relieved. “Oh, good. So do you have any hickies on you?” she asked innocently.
“Nope,” I said. She nodded, and returned to a science fiction book she was reading, picking it up and beginning to studiously read. I just lay back for a few minutes, the heat making me sleepy. Then, suddenly, I heard a “ding” from the inside. The washer was finished. I squinted my eyes open and looked around.
Jocelyn was lying back, one of her hands at her crotch, her fingers slowly moving on the fabric of her bikini bottom, almost idly, subtlety. I was shocked, because it looked a little like she was touching herself. Her book had been set to the side, and her other hand simply rested on one of her legs. It was hard to tell what she was looking at because of her sunglasses, but it could have been me. With a little surprise, I looked down at my khaki shorts and noticed that I had a half erection, something that often happens with naps and when I doze off.
I let out a big breath, and sat up straight, yawning. Ms. Smith quickly pulled her hand away from her crotch. “There you are,” she said. “You dozed off. I was going to wake you, so you wouldn’t burn in this sun.”
“I’m good, Jocelyn. Thanks. I think I heard the washer. I need to go throw my stuff in the drier.”
“Yep, it dinged.” Said Jocelyn, sitting up, her breasts jiggling as she adjusted them. Her skin was so golden, so dark, so tan, gleaming with sunscreen and body lotion. Even the inside of her round cleavage was tan. “Hey, I need to throw in a load. Can I go with you?”
I shrugged, not sure what was happening, but my cock, instead of behaving, was starting to swell even more, and I’m sure I was jutting in my shorts. “You bet.” I hopped to my feet, grabbing my shirt, but not putting it on. Jocelyn stood up, slipping her feet into some deck sandals, and then grabbed my arm, her touch smooth, those fingers on my arm sending electric shocks down my spine. “Lead the way,” she said. I turned and we walked into the house, her hand on my arm. As we stepped through the screen door, the side of her left breast brushed fully against my arm. I exhaled in surprise and felt her hand shiver a little.
“Sorry,” she said. “They seriously always get in the way.” “No problem,” I told her. “It’s no big deal.” “Oh, they are a VERY big deal,” she corrected me, and we laughed as we moved into the laundry room.
I quickly moved my wet clothes from the washer to the drier, as she leaned against a small table and watched me. I cleaned the lint filter and started up the drier. “Okay, my turn,” said Jocelyn, and started moving a pile of clothes on the floor into the washer. She had to lean over to do so, and there in front of me was her curvy, perfectly shaped ass, with just an inch of cloth running down the middle of it, the back of her bikini bottoms. I held back from putting my hands on that luscious ass. Jocelyn turned her head at that moment, as my hands just stayed there, an inch from her butt. She brushed thick brown hair away from her face so she could see, and looked up at me, this young, shirtless, horny college boy with a monstrous boner in his shorts, his hands inches from her ass, which she had purposely put right in front of me to tease.
“You like older women?” she breathed. “I don’t know.” I said. “I’ve never….”
She nodded, and then went back to stuffing the clothes in the shed. At one point she lost her balance, and rocked back against me, her soft hot ass brushing against the khaki of my swollen shorts. I caught her by her hips. “Oops,” she said teasingly, then stood up and faced me. She was about six inches shorter than me, and was looking up at my hot, sweating face, a Cheshire Cat grin on her pretty face.
“Looks to me like someone likes looking at my tits and ass” she said, her eyes rolling down. I looked, and breathed in horror as I saw my fully hard cock just crushing my khakis, trying to find a way out.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I…”
“Shhhh,” said Frank’s sexy mother, putting a lovely red manicured finger up on my lips. “Its going to get worse for you, because I have to wash this bikini.”
“Oh, sorry, “I quavered. “You want me to leave?”
She smiled, a blank, almost innocent look on her face. “No, no need for that. Just stand there and watch.” And then she slowly reached up and untied the straps behind her neck, and let the two strings just drop. The bikini just fell off of her huge round breasts, revealing white triangles of untanned flesh, capped with huge, high dark brown nipples.
I exhaled, shaking. Jocelyn grinned. She slowly pulled off the bikini top and turned around to stuff it into the washer. She bent over again, this time with her whole back bare and lovely. Then she stood up, turning to look at me, her breasts jiggling and shaking naturally. I was almost ready to pass out from the heat between us.
Jocelyn batted her eyes at me. “You got me all wet out there, with that hot young body of yours so close. I’m going to have to wash my bottoms too.” And she hooked thumbs into her g string, and slowly lowered them to her knees, stepping out of them, putting one hand up on my side to steady herself. Her touch was hot and electric to me.
“I know what you are thinking,” Jocelyn told me, stepping close to me, and pushing her sweaty, gleaming lotion-covered tits against my abdomen and chest.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That you’d like to wash your shorts and underwear too, of course,” said Frank’s sexy, naked, voluptuous tanned mother, standing as she pressed her nakedness against me. Her hands began working at my zipper, and it took her less than five seconds to unsnap my shorts, and push, in one swipe, my shorts and underwear down past my knees. She followed them down, taking them to my ankles, and held them as I stepped out of them.
My cock was jutting out eight inches into the air, and she knelt there in front of me, her beautiful face smiling broadly, and looking up at me. My cock was brushing her left cheek, and I could feel those big tits against my legs.
“So Frank is sleeping all day?” she asked innocently. I croaked out a “Yes.”
“Well you know what that means, don’t you?” she said, breathing purposefully on my cock, but not touching it with her flickering tongue or soft lips.
I shook my head.
“Here,” she said. “Let me show you.” Jocelyn batted her eyes at me. “You got me all wet out there, with that hot young body of yours so close. I’m going to have to wash my bottoms too.” And she hooked thumbs into her g string, and slowly lowered them to her knees, stepping out of them, putting one hand up on my side to steady herself. Her touch was hot and electric to me. “I know what you are thinking,” Jocelyn told me, stepping close to me, and pushing her sweaty, gleaming lotion-covered tits against my abdomen and chest. “What’s that?” I asked. “That you’d like to wash your shorts and underwear too, of course,” said Frank’s sexy, naked, voluptuous tanned mother, standing as she pressed her nakedness against me. Her hands began working at my zipper, and it took her less than five seconds to unsnap my shorts, and push, in one swipe, my shorts and underwear down past my knees. She followed them down, taking them to my ankles, and held them as I stepped out of them. My cock was jutting out eight inches into the air, and she knelt there in front of me, her beautiful face smiling broadly, and looking up at me. My cock was brushing her left cheek, and I could feel those big tits against my legs. “So Frank is sleeping all day?” she asked innocently. I croaked out a “Yes.” “Well you know what that means, don’t you?” she said, breathing purposefully on my cock, but not touching it with her flickering tongue or soft lips. I shook my head. “Here,” she said. “Let me show you.” Jocelyn was a beautiful middle-aged goddess, the mother of my best friend Frank, who was upstairs in his childhood room, sleeping off a drug-induced party frenzy from last night. I had come over to wash clothes, had bantered and flirted with her outside by the pool, and then had come into the laundry room with her to throw a load into the drier. One thing had led to another, and now we were naked, and this busty, tanned brunette was squatting on the floor naked in front of me, looking up with a horny evil grin on her fine features. Jocelyn moved forward, her pendulous tits squishing up against my legs, and at the same time she opened her mouth and simply took my full cock into her face, slowly sinking it down her throat. I moaned in pleasure as the head of my cock pushed against her tonsils and popped down her throat, and she, with a slight gagging sound, reached the base of my cock with her lips, completely enveloping my long rod into her wet throat. She looked up at me again, eyes wide, nostrils flared, and then I felt her fingernails sink a little into my ass cheeks. She paused a moment, and then pulled her head back off of my cock. My rod emerged gleaming wet from her mouth, and she gasped for air, a string of spit sliding out of her mouth. “Fuck, that’s a wonderful cock,” she moaned. Then she began bobbing her mouth up and down on the first three inches of it, while sucking powerfully. I reached over to grab the washing machine to steady myself. Jocelyn came off my cock for a second to say something. “Spread your legs a little,” she ordered,. “I want to be able to reach your asshole.” Then she went back down on my cock. I obediently pushed my feet a little farther apart, and felt one of her hands slip down between my leg, the fingers brushing my nuts, and then dancing back across my taint. She pulled the finger back and I saw that hand go down to her crotch. She slid the finger into her own wet pussy, covering it with cunt slime and then she was reaching back again between my shaking legs, all the while licking and sucking on the head of my cock with her marvelous talented tongue. Then I gasped as I felt her fingernail and then a finger push against my butthole. “Relax,” she said. “It will feel good.” I nodded, and tried, and she continued to suck on my cock, pressing those huge breasts against my thights, and relentlessly pushing a finger up my ass until it felt buried to her second knuckle. “See?” she said.
“Yep,” I uttered. She pulled back a bit from my cock, which was slick and wet, and began stroking it in her fist. “I’m fascinated with ass.” Jocelyn said. “I am going to lick your butt in a minute, and I want you to lick mine, get some fingers in there and stretch me out, and then I want this fucking cock of yours in my ass.” Struck dumb, I could only nod. “Turn around,” she said, “And bend over a little bit. I want to toss your salad.” I had only heard of this in porn movies, and was excited to try, so I turned, thrust my ass at her and bent over the cool metal of the washing machine. I could feel Jocelyn’s breasts pressed against the back of my legs, and her legs against my feet, and then her hands were on each of my butt cheeks, spreading them, and her breath was warm and moist on my sensitive asshole, and then I felt the most amazing sensation as she made her wet tongue kind of rigid, sticking it out as far as she could, and then slowly pushed that tongue into my butt, expanding my asshole, stretching it a bit, lubricating it with her spit, and then sliding in and out a little. She rimmed me enthusiastically, licking and slurping and shoving her tongue as far as she could into me.
Finally, she stopped. I turned around as she stood up. My cock was rigid, wet from her sucking. “You liked it?” she asked, grinning evilly, her eyes flashing with lust, her face covered with sweat, tanning oil and spit. I nodded. “A lot.” Jocelyn moved a few feet over to a small bench, turned her back on me, and got on her knees on the bench. She bent over, supporting her torso without her hands, and reached back with her elegantly nailed fingers, one hand on each ass cheek, and she pulled her luscious tanned womanly butt apart, revealing a hairless, soaking wet cunt and a cute pink starfish asshole. “Just move up behind me, and put that big cock right up my ass,” she told me, looking back over her shoulder. “Do it slow, but just shove it all the way in.” I stepped forward, holding my cock, which had never felt so hard, so long. It was covered with her spit. I held the bulbous head of it against her butthole, and she pulled harder on her ass cheeks, making her butt wink open a little. I used my fingers to guide the head, and popped it slowly into the tight red flesh ring, and then just slowly pushed against her soft, tanned, curvy body. She made a guttural sound, moaning with pleasure, and I stood there, with my cock buried in the ass of a beautiful woman I hadn’t even kissed yet- my best friend’s mother.
Jocelyn began pushing back and forth against me, pulling my cock out half its length, and then shoving it back in. I felt fingers on one of her hand push themselves into her pussy underneath the point where I was sodomizing her, and she seemed lost now, just breathing silently, rocking back and forth on my cock, which was spit roasting her ass, her fingers almost buried in herself up to her palm. “Pull my hair,” she moaned out loud, and I grabbed a handful of it. “No, at my scalp. Grab close to my head.” She ordered. I complied, grabbing a handful, and pulling her head to the side as I pummeled her slutty ass. “Call me names!” Jocelyn said. “The dirtiest shit you can think of!”
Now, I was young, but I had seen a lot of porn, and I was an apt pupil. “You fucking cum guzzling whore!” I barked at her. She moaned louder, which encouraged me. “You shit licking slut, I am going to fuck you raw, and then cum on your face.” I said, louder. “And then wash it off by pissing all over your fucking slut face.”
“Yes,” screamed Jocelyn, and began cumming. Her body shook and spasmed, and felt her asshole clasp my cock more tightly. She went completely rigid and made an animalistic yelp, and then just collapsed down on the bench. This completely turned me on, seeing this feral response to ass fucking, and I felt myself starting to unload. I popped my dirty cock out of her ass, and she was cognizant enough of her surroundings, even though she was in full on bliss mode, to turn around to face me, her mouth opening. She took my dirty ass-stinky cock into her mouth and sucked energetically as I howled, and began shooting copious dollops of white semen into her mouth. A stream of cum leaked out one corner of her mouth as she sucked, indicating how big the load was, that she couldn’t gulp it all down.
I just collapsed on top of her on the bench, and we lay there for a few minutes, our hands idly touching each other’s bodies. Finally I regained my senses, and sat up, looking around. Frank must have been completely passed out upstairs not to have heard the ferocious fucking that had gone on. Jocelyn also sat up, but seemed in no hurry to move. “Babe, I haven’t been fucked like that since college.” She said. “Can you please come over every weekend and ream my ass like that?” “I’d love to. Holy shit that was kinky.” “Speaking of kinky, that was some serious fucked up shit you were saying. I’m very proud of you, but where did you learn to talk like that?” She was honestly curious. “Porn movies,” I said. “You’re going to wash the cum off me by pissing on my face? Really?” she giggled. I was a little embarrassed. “Sorry,” I said. Her eyes were loving and friendly. She edged closer to me, her tanned breasts so large and jiggling as she moved, her long brown hair over her shoulders, a wry grin on her face. “No sorry necessary. I’m going to take you up on that next time.” And then we got dressed and headed back out to the pool, which was marvelous timing, because not 15 minutes later Frank’s hot, big titted sister Madelaine showed up to join us outside. We had just rearranged ourselves on recliners by the pool, and had begun putting some tanning oil on ourselves (careful not to be rubbing each other) when we heard noise in the house, and then the door opened. Madelaine came strolling out. She was Frank’s older sister, a college student somewhere else, a junior, I think. She was tall and skinny, pale skinned with ginger red hair, large breasts bouncing braless under a T shirt, with faded jean shorts over her hips and skinny thighs. She saw us lying at the pool and came over, looking down at both of us over her sunglasses. Jocelyn had previously mentioned that she was coming over sometime this afternoon, so it wasn’t a surprise to see her.
“Hey there Jay. Hi Mom,” she said. “Where’s Frank?”
“Resting upstairs,” said Jocelyn. “I think he partied too hard last night.” Madelaine giggled. “I’m sure he did. What are you two doing?”
“Laundry,” I told her. “And catching some sun with your mom here.”
“Ah,” said Madelaine, pulling off her sunglasses, and sitting down on a chair near us. I noticed how curvy and sexy her calves were as she crossed her legs. My eyes went upward and I saw her looking at me a little oddly. “You’re looking hot, Jay.” She turned to her mother and asked “Don’t you think so, Mom?”
“Oh please,” said Jocelyn. “He’s Frank’s age. I don’t look at boys.” Madelaine laughed. “Whatever,” she said.
“And I hope you didn’t go out in public like that without a bra.” Jocelyn added. “It really looks a little slutty to be all bouncing tits and nipples.”
“Its too hot to wear a bra,” said Madelaine. She pulled her shoulders back and pushed her tits outward. Her nipples were clearly visible through her shirt. “Doesn’t look horrible, does it, Jay?”
“Um,” was all I said, working really hard to make go away the throbbing cock that was starting to push up in my shorts. Jocelyn sat up, her voice sharper. “Madelaine, how dare you do that to our friend! Get your little ass in the house right now!”
Madelaine flashed a wink at me, and hopped to her feet. “Sorry, Mom. I’m going to go change and come join you for a little sun.” She scampered away. As soon as she was inside, Jocelyn turned to look at me, pulling off her sunglasses. He own tits were magnificent, gleaming in the sun, nipples protruding from the skimpy bikini. “You should make that hard one go away if you can, young man.”
I gulped at her. “So sorry,” I said. Jocelyn made a fart sound with her mouth. “Can’t blame your cock for growing. Madelaine’s a little fucking slut. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you know.” I nodded, reaching down to readjust my cock through my shorts. “But don’t get any ideas about fucking her!” Jocelyn said. “I’m the only slut in this house that you get to rail.” I grinned. “I’ll do my best.” I said.
Just then Madelaine bounded through the screen door of the house and scampered out to join us. She had retained her jean shorts, but had replaced her t-shirt with a skimpy bikini top which did little but actually hide her nipples, and not such a great job of that. “Hi again,” she said, and then came up to my recliner, bent down right in front of me, almost exposing her entire white bouncing tits. She grabbed one of my legs, and pushed it off the side of the recliner, and then sat down on my chair, between my legs. “I need to get sunblock on me,” she said. “Can you do my back?” I looked over at Jocelyn, who just rolled her eyes, and went back to the book she was reading.
“Sure,” I said. “Happy to.” I held out my hands, and Madelaine squirted them full of the whitish sun block, and I began rubbing it all over her back and shoulders, under her biking straps, and around and on her arms. At the same time she was applying it to her front. Her body was young and curvy and tight, and felt insanely sexy under my touch. I rubbed down to her lower back, down to her shorts, and she squirmed a little when my fingers slipped down into her shorts to touch the very top of her luscious ginger ass.
“There you go,” I said. “Thanks, Jay,” she said. “Do you want me to do your back?” I was a little surprised, but did want some block on it. I lifted a leg around her and turned over, lying down on the recliner. I moved my legs over, and felt Madelaine’s ass and legs touching me as she sat down beside me. I heard her breathing softly, and her soft hands were on my back, rubbing in the lotion. It felt blissful, and I could not help the throbbing growth in my cock, even tucked away under me as it was. I glanced over at Jocelyn, and she seemed to be studiously ignoring us. I felt Madelaine’s hand slip down my shorts, squeezing and pinching my ass. I turned and looked up at her, wide eyed. She grinned mischievously and winked at me. I could see that the way we were sitting, her mother couldn’t actually see her hand. I breathed out, and Madelaine ran her tongue over her lips a little, teasing me, and her finger went into my crack and touched my butthole. I tried not to react as she pressed a little with the lubed up finger, and pushed it into my ass a little. Madelaine leaned down quickly, as if reaching for a towel, and her full tits smashed into my oily back, and she pressed and rubbed them on me, hot full balloons of heavy flesh, capped with hard, pointed nipples.
She sat back up and I turned over, my cock full and bursting in my shorts.
“Mom,” said Madelaine. “Can I tell you something?”
Jocelyn looked up, feigning disinterest. “What?”
“I saw you two fucking earlier,” said Madelaine. “In the laundry room. I saw you suck Jay’s cock.”
Jocelyn sat up, throwing aside her book. “What!”
Madelaine giggled, and as I sat there, she laid a hand on my hard cock. “Don’t play coy with me, Mom, its no big deal. But I wanted you to know that I know. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell Dad or Frank.”
“You saw us?” I croaked. “Oh fuck.”
Madelaine nodded. Jocelyn was just looking at her. “You’re not going to tell Dad?” Jocelyn said, her eyebrow lifted. “And you’re not even going to blackmail me or anything?”
Madelaine began unzipping my shorts. “Nope, I’m not going to say anything. It was super hot to watch. I had no idea you could be so fucking hot, Mom. I came three times fingerfucking my hot cunt while I watched you suck up his cum.”
“And what exactly are you doing now?” Jocelyn asked, still a little in shock I think. At least I knew I was. But my cock was not hindered, and as Madelaine pulled my shorts open, it popped up into the warm summer air, thick, hard, completely erect. Madelaine just giggled at her mother’s rhetorical question, and then this lovely college girl pulled her long red hair out of her face, and leaned down, and with her mother sitting only four feet away, took my cock into her wet mouth and began sucking on it.
My hands went to her large white breasts, now slick and covered with sunblock, and as I kneaded and squeezed, they fell out of her flimsy bikini top. Madelaine gargled a little on my cock, and felt her tongue flickering around inside her mouth as she bobbed up and down on it.
“So you think because you know I fucked Jay that you can do that in front of me?” Jocelyn said, standing up, and moving toward us. Madelaine pulled herself off my cock, now gripping it with one of her small smooth hands, and grinned up at her mother, who was standing over us, hands on hips, bikini hardly concealing her mature curvy tanned body. “Yep, that’s my plan. And I’m going to fuck him too, right in front of you.”
Jocelyn’s reaction surprised me. I was expecting a fight. “At least let’s take this inside. We have neighbors, you know. And Frank might wake up, so there’s that.”
Madelaine looked over at me, and licked my cock as her eyes caught mine. “Is Frank going to wake up, Jay?” I shook my head. “He did a lot of drugs and didn’t sleep last night. He’s going to be out all day.”
“Let’s go inside,” Jocelyn said. “I don’t mind if you fuck him. I think I want to ride his cock more myself.” Madelaine leaped to her feet and hugged her mother. “You are the coolest mom on the block!” she said.
“But I’m not bi, and you’re my daughter, so don’t even ask me to lick your pussy.” Jocelyn said, and she sounded serious.
Madelaine giggled, as she pulled me to her feet. “Don’t worry. I just want to get fucked by this hot young boy.” I allowed the two women to each grab an arm and lovingly hustle me into the house, down past the laundry room, and into Madelaine’s bedroom (when she wasn’t away at college.)
Jocelyn and Madelaine pushed me down on the bed, and stripped my shorts off of me. My cock jutted straight up as I lay back, and the two quickly lost their bikini parts and shorts, and crawled onto the bed in either side of me. “You go first, hon,” Jocelyn said, her hand on my cock, slowly pumping it. Madelaine moved a leg over me, and then centered herself over my rigid dick, and as her mother aimed it, she held her own pussy lips apart, and sank down on me, her moist pussy engulfing my cock, squeezing it, stroking it, and then her shaven mound was crushing against my pubes as she sat atop me. Her magnificent tits bounced slowly as she began rocking on top of me, fucking me. Jocelyn sat beside, not that engaged, playing with my nipples and proudly watching her daughter fuck me, but then moving back and away. She kept her hands off of Madelaine, and I could see she had some boundaries. I was going to suggest she go down and lick my balls and Madelaine’s pussy but decided not to suggest it. Madelaine rode me for a few minutes, her breathing becoming more ragged, her hair spreading everywhere around her shoulders, obscuring her face, and then she was moaning and muttering unintelligible language, and then, finally, she began cumming. I could feel her pussy clamp down on me, and a suddenly wet flow of wetness covering me as she juiced all over my crotch. With a loud cry, Madelaine flopped forward, her tits covering my sweaty chest, her pussy clasping at my cock. Her mouth found mine and our tongues danced as we kissed through the last few waves of her orgasm.
“Thanks, Jay,” she whispered to me. She turned her head a bit and looked over at her mother, who was sitting back on the bed rubbing her pussy. “I see why you seduced him,” she said. “He’s an amazing fuck.”
Jocelyn nodded. “He’s very sexy. And if you don’t mind, I need a little of that cock now.” Madelaine rolled off of me, on the other side of her mother. “Go get her, Tiger,” she told me. Jocelyn scuttled her ass a little toward me, making room to lie back on the bed. She spread her lovely tanned legs, and I got up on my knees, moving over her. Her fingers gently wrapped around my cock, and she slid it into her pussy as I pushed over her. Jocelyn moaned with pleasure as I sank into the hilt.
“God, that is so fucking hot to watch,” Madelaine told us from beside us. She was very close, having siddled up beside me. I pumped on her mother’s tan body, fucking her so boldly that her breasts were quaking and shaking, and she was rolling her head back and forth in ecstasy, her eyes closed. “Fuck her hard, boy,” Madelaine urged me. I pummeled her mother, my balls slapping that mature ass, my hands and arms holding me up in the bed, my hips a blur. Jocelyn began cumming, much like Madelaine had previously done, with body shakes, moans, and undecipherable mutterings.
“Are you close to popping?” Madelaine asked me with a naughty tone, her lips an inch from my left ear. I nodded. “Good, just lie back and let me suck you off. I want to eat your cum.” As Jocelyn’s orgasm subsided, I pulled out of her, and fell back on the bed. True to her word, Madelaine climbed on my body, and her mouth found my cock. She was sucking hungrily while caressing my balls, and that sensation, along with her massive tits pressed against my belly, and the neat sensation of the fingers of my left hand sliding into her juicy pussy was enough to push me over. I grabbed her hair with my right hand, but didn’t need to, as she rammed her face all the way down on my cock, taking it into her throat, as I exploded. My cum trickled out of her mouth on both sides as she slurped on me, trying to swallow my entire load. I howled in pleasure as I orgasmed, and then lay back as Madelaine cleaned me up.
I opened my eyes a minute later to see Madelaine sitting up licking her lips and fingers. “Want a taste, Mom?” she asked. “No,” said Jocelyn. “I’m fine. I’m still trying to process what just happened.”
“You fucked your son’s best friend, and watched your daughter fuck him too,” said Madelaine. “That’s not hard to process.”
“Um,” I said, “How about we get dressed and maybe get some sandwiches?”
Madelaine chuckled, and laid a hand on my side. “Don’t worry. It’s not going to get weird. Is it, Mom?”
Jocelyn got to her feet. “I hope not. I’d die if either Frank or his father found out about this.”
“I won’t tell,” I said. “I promise.”
Jocelyn was putting on her bikini. “Okay, good. You keep your mouth shut, you might get some more really hot sex out of it.”
Madelaine leaned forward to give me a quick kiss before hopping out of bed and searching for her clothes. “And from me too,” she said. “I would love to have you as a secret fuck buddy.”
Overwhelmed and a little freaked out, I could only nod. I wondered if I was going to be able to keep a straight face around Frank in the future. It would be interesting to see.
Submitted November 30, 2019 at 10:31PM by Fiftyandclueless https://ift.tt/2DzboND
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