“Nick, can you stop right there?” she yelled.
“Hold on love. I’m going to go in another inch or so,” as he gave another thrust.
Talk about the straw that broke the camel’s back. That last thrust was a little more than she could take and she started bawling hard and loud.
He pulled all the way out of her and she calmed down instantly.
“Jeannie, I’m going back in but not as far as the last time,” he said as he was already a few inches in her. “That’s it honey. Sandy is going to jack me off now. I’ll soon be warming up your sweet little ass with some of my hot cum.”
I wrapped my fingers around the remaining seven inches and started to slowly jack him off. I used my other hand to reach around and cup his balls, massaging them lightly as I stroked his throbbing cock. He reached down, around mom and was holding onto her tit as his cock was pulsing in her ass.
“Nick, that doesn’t feel bad now. You can go in a little deeper if you want,” she offered.
That was all he had to hear.
He removed his hand from her tit, grabbed her hips and pulled himself in another couple of inches.
“That’s enough Nick. I can’t take any more.” She whimpered.
I still had five inches to jack off with and was doing great when I heard his familiar moaning. I jacked him fast and furious and could feel the pulsing on the underside of his cock as he was shooting his load up my mothers’ ass.
She felt it too and said, “Holy shit, I can feel you cumming.”
I noticed during the pulsing his cock had driven into her another couple of inches deeper. She then had a solid seven inches of him buried in her ass and seemed to be loving it.
As he let himself slip out of her, she let herself fall face down onto the bed. She just lay there and I leaned over and held her tightly.
“Mom, you really made Nick feel good and I know he appreciated it.”
“I sure hope so for my ass is burning.” She moaned.
“It will be like that for an hour or so but it will be a lot better after that.” I told her.
I don’t think any of us could possibly complain about not getting enough sex over the course of the next several months. Our relationships had become warmer and more tender as time passed. It was still strange to see us all walking around the place nude without any reservations at all. Nick was right. Mom and I had bodies that were identical. I bet our measurements were within an inch of one another. She still had the full bush of pubic hair even with me begging her to shave it a little. She wouldn’t do it since Nick liked it the way she was. Maybe I ought to let mine grow out so we would have a matching pair.
Sometime in early June Nick came in and barked, “The dining room table ladies.”
I looked at him as if he was out of his mind and asked, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I want both of you sitting at the dining room table within the next two minutes.”
Mom went right along with his dictatorial attitude and sat at the head of it and started pounding her hands on it commanding over and over, “I want some sex, I want some sex …. .”