“Two beautiful women; it’s hard to resist being a little bad. Your Dad didn’t seem bothered by it.”
“No, peripatetic Mom and I wear him out. He’s glad when someone else entertains us.”
She dropped her panties in my lap and said, “Remember, we’ll need to text Mom and let her know I crashed with a friend.”
* * * * *
In my apartment it didn’t take long for Jennie, already sans panties and bra, to get naked; it took me longer, but not much. I slipped a finger, then two, inside her wet sex.
“God you’re hot.”
She ran her fingers the length of my penis, squeezed, said, “Hard not to be when your boyfriend has this kind of dick, nice and hard.”
“After tonight, how couldn’t it be”
“Yeah, you loved it, hanging, flirting with two women, you were shameless.”
I twisted my fingers inside her, kissed her, said, “Me? You guys were asking for it, hot mom, hot daughter wearing basically the same fricking dress. That wasn’t clothing, it was foreplay.”
Smearing my pre-cum into the head of my dick she, adopting a tone of pouting faux-innocence, said, “Honey, those dresses were classy, long and loose. The sex was in your head.”
“You make everything hot.”
“And my mother?”
“Yep, must be genetic.”
Twisting her hand on my tool she said, “Really, if she asked real nice, would you fuck her? I can hear it now: ‘Fuck me Michael, Jennie and Tom are gone. Give me some hard dick, I need it so bad. My husband doesn’t fuck me anymore and you’re so much bigger than him and from the happy look on my daughter’s face when she gets home from a date, you know how to use it.”
I said, “I don’t know Mrs. Hollins, I’ve never cheated on Jennie.”
Rolling onto all fours, she spread her legs, exposing her glistening sex, looked over her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, my daughter won’t mind. I know that horny minx, it’ll make her hotter. I’m an MILF who needs cock, fuck me hard, like you fuck my daughter.”
Saying, “Well if it’s going to make Jennie happy, who am I to argue,” I got on my knees and held her by the waist. Jennie reached back, placed my dick on her sex, said, “Let me,” and in a long slow motion, pushed into me, sighing happily as her pussy spread, yielded, molded itself to my me. Dropping her head to her forearms she said, “This is what I need, a young man’s thick cock,” arched her back, raised her head, and said, “Fuck me, fuck Jennie’s mommy, fuck her hard.”
I pulled out until only the cock-head was inside her, paused, drove into her, shaking the flimsy bed. As I did she pushed into me, rotated her ass, clenched her sex muscles, said, “I see the way you young men look at me, it makes my pussy so wet.”
We fucked, my squeaking bed rocking back and forth, the sound reverberating off the walls of my tiny room.
“Have you thought about it stud, a threesome, fucking me and Jennie at the same time?”
“Two hot mouths on my cock, filling two woman with my dick, drenching them with my cum, hell yes.”
“That’s it, that’s it Michael, imagine it, imagine you’re fucking Mama while I watch, my finger in my sex.”
I imagined it and my cock, stiff and hard, the piston of a race car, reamed her. Words deserted us, replaced by wheezes and moans and shouts and hollers, but the image in both minds was the same: I boning Mrs. Hollins under her daughter’s licentious approving gaze. Mesmerized by this perverted shared fantasy Jennie balanced herself on one arm and reached for her clit; I moved my hands to her tits, twisted the small hard nipples. We fucked, we howled, an animal sound that the neighbors may hopefully someday forgive me for. When my balls tightened, pulled into my body, I moved my hands to her waist, held her tight and exploded, flooding her with the load of cum that had been fermenting in my balls all evening. And, as I drenched her most private parts, Jennie joined me with furious yelps of orgasmic delight.