Ashley awoke glued to Josie. He extricated himself with a gentle ‘shhthwickk’ as their stuck flesh parted and he eased himself out from under her sleeping body. His mind was reeling as he padded naked along the hall to the bathroom to relieve his bulging bladder. He peed and took a shower like an automaton as his brain focussed entirely on the puzzle of what his girlfriend was up to.
Under the warm, reassuring shower, he pondered and assessed and pondered some more about the reason she kept bringing up how attractive his mom was. A lightbulb moment happened after about ten minutes and he knew the conversation he’d need to have with his calculating, manipulating compañera.
He turned off the shower and stepped out and realised he’d forgotten to grab a towel from the hall closet. He opened the bathroom door and came face-to-face with his mother waiting impatiently. She was wearing only a long tee-shirt and her hair was all mussed up but Ashley thought she looked just about the prettiest middle-aged woman in the world. Her smoky, sleepy eyes seemed to capture him effortlessly.
“Took your damn time,” Julianne said.
“I, er, didn’t know you were waiting.”
“Do you, by any chance, need a towel?”
Ashley quickly covered his genitals with both his hands and blushed. Julianne reached into the closet, brought out a towel and held it out for him to take. He shuffled his cock and balls into one cupped hand and seized it but she didn’t let go. They played a game of ‘tug of war’ until he grabbed both hands and yanked it from her grip. Julianne giggled as he swore and dropped it. She observed him bend over hastily and then wrap it around his waist. Frowning with frustration, he stomped away.
“Tight buns,” Julianne said to herself.
Ashley froze at his bedroom door and looked back with a shocked expression, “Mom!”
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yes! Yes you did.”
She took a couple of towels from the closet and walked into the bathroom with a strange smile on her lips. Ashley heard the door lock.
“What the fucketty-fuck is going on around here!?”
Already exasperated, he entered his bedroom to discover Josie writhing on his bed, masturbating and holding his mother’s dirty pantyhose to her nose and mouth. He dried himself off watching her fingers flash in and out of her furry wet slit. He dick grew involuntarily and stuck out at ninety degrees from his crotch.
Josie acknowledged his return and said, through a muffle of nylon, “You were gone ages. I woke up horny.”
“I’ve had an epiphany,” Ashley announced.
“Did it hurt?”
Josie gave up on her fingerfucking, took the bunched up tights away from her face and leaned on her elbows.
“Shush.” Ashley said, aloofly, “I have had an epiphany in the shower-”
“I hope you washed it away. Dirty boy.”
“I’ve worked it out. I think. Maybe.”
“Dazzle me, Einstein.”
“You want to get with my mother. All this talk about her, it’s not just fantasy. You want a… a sexual relationship with my mom.”
Josie pouted, suddenly serious, then nodded.
“And you think she wants to be with you, in that way too?”
“I do.”
Ashley and Josie looked at each other as this unspoken taboo was finally broken. Ashley’s prick throbbed to a perpendicular point.
“How do you feel about it?” Josie asked softly, ignoring the obvious visual evidence of how he felt about it.
“I’m okay with it.”
“You are!?”
Josie sat up and cocked her head to the side like a perplexed puppy.
“I love you,” Ashley explained, “And I love her. If you two start loving each other, I can’t see the harm in that.”
Josie stood and embraced him, his prick squished upwards between their bellies.
“You’re just too fucking cool,” she said, kissing him, “You’re THE best boyfriend!”
They kissed for a long time then Josie sat down on the bed and took his proud erection in her hands. She flashed him a coy smile then rubbed her gorgeous lips along his shaft and up around the swollen, round, shiny dark-red head.
“Ooooh,” he groaned.
“You like?”
Josie slowly mashed her lips on his cockhead.
“Mmm. One word from Mom and suddenly you’re a cock-gobbler?”
Josie raised her eyebrows, “You want me to stop?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Anyway, I ain’t sucking on it, just rubbing on it.”
Josie moved her mouth all along and around until the soft friction was causing a pain in the young man’s stomach.
Then she said the magic words, “I’ll suck it, if you tell me to.”
“Suck on me. Put me in your mouth.”
She shook her head, smiling, “Say ‘Suck it, Mom.'”
“Wha-what?”
“Say it.”
Ashley closed his eyes and shook his head but said, “Suck it, Mom.”
He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf the head. He felt the brush of her teeth. She gobbled and licked and noisily sucked hard on him. He leaned back, tilted his head and let out a wild moan of ecstasy.
“Say it again,” she purred.
“Why are you pushing this? We established that you want Mom but why do you think I want her like you do?”
“I’ve (slurp) seen the way you (slurp, slurp) look at her. When she wears her yoga-pants around the house.”
“Goddamnit, her ass does look fine in those tight pants!”
“See!”
Josie wanked his dick while lapping at his pee-hole and looking up to gauge his reaction. Ashley let out a long, breathy string of swearwords in response.
“Is this making you wanna come?” she asked.
“Oh, hell yeah!”
“Then I’d better stop.”
Josie released him and he looked forlorn and abandoned.
“I got plans for this monster,” she playfully thwapped his stiff cock and he laughed.
She opened a bedside drawer and brought out a well-squeezed tube of lubricant jelly. Ashley instantly grasped her meaning. The tube belched out cold goo on to her palm and she worked it all over his dick. She flipped around on to her knees on the bed and wiped the remains of the lube up her arsecrack. Ashley was trembling with anticipation. He seized her hips, dragged her back to meet his pulsating prong and pushed the head of his cock just inside her slimed asshole.
“Mom just said I have tight buns,” he said, knowing that she’d love to hear about his mother’s indecent observation.
“No manches!? Well, you do, my sexy honeybuns.”
Josie whimpered as he pushed slowly deeper inside her butthole. Ashley couldn’t help but imagine he was sliding into his mother’s butt; images of her wide, curvaceous ass in skin-tight yogo-pants flooded his mind. This shameless girl seemed to know exactly the depraved things to say to drive him wild. He pushed harder until he was fully embedded in her clenching brown sphincter. Josie gritted her teeth with the pressure.
“Ready?”
Josie replied with a tight-lipped grunt. Ashley withdrew to the point where his helmet caught on the exit of her butthole then pushed, withdrew and pushed, slow and steady. Josie cried out with the feeling of having her air-tight bunghole filled so completely. He sped up a little, steadying his stance, finding his rhythm. Soon they were both moaning with reciprocal pleasure. Julianne, having finished her shower and wrapped in a towel, passed by their door and paused to listen to their growling groans and moans and murmurs.
“Lucky little bitch,” she said.
*******
The day of the family party came around, and Ashley’s taxi swung by Josie’s parents’ place on the way to the hotel. He jumped out, ran up the steps and rang the doorbell. Josie’s mother opened the door and already her staccato rápida Spanish was in full flow, incomprehensible to Ashley’s smattering of understanding. She stood aside to reveal Josie in the hallway, bashfully glowing in electric blue.
“Wow,” said Ashley as her mother continued her stream of praise for her daughter; she span Josie around and pointed out various facets of her new, frizzly hair-do, her sculpted cheekbones, her elegant velvet dress, her spiked heels and her own pair of patterned chocolate-brown, sheer pantyhose.
Josie’s mother finally took a breath and Ashley felt it weighed upon him to agree.
“Josefina se, um, ve muy bien, Señora Alonzo.”
He’d tried his best to get the emphases in the right places but she gave him a look that said his attempt was dogshit. Josie grabbed her purse and said her goodbyes with many kisses and exclamations. In the backseat of the taxi cab, she let out a string of curses and sighs. Ashley thought about Josie’s short, dumpy mom; was that a foreshadow of how Josie would look in thirty years’ time? He looked over at the stunningly charming Aphrodite sat next to him, currently frowning and pouting, and he was grateful for being allowed to be her boyfriend, for however long it lasted. He’d never get bored of adoring her. She relaxed under the beam of his admiring smile.
“You look so… what’s the Spanish for indescribably gorgeous?”
Josie didn’t normally wear make-up and dresses and she was feeling oddly conspicuous, like a rodeo clown in a flouncy blue toga.
“You think she will like me?”
It took a minute for Ashley to comprehend she was asking about Julianne.
“You know your date is with me, right?”
“Shut up, bozo,” Josie pouted again, “I just want her to like mi attuenda, I want her to be impressed. Her opinion matters to me.”
“I’m sure she’ll love you,” Ashley grinned.
The taxi driver adjusted the rear-view mirror and gruffly contributed, “Te ves impresionante, devastadoramente bella, Señorita!”
Ashley lowered his voice, “Ey, tipo, ojos en el camino.”
Josie hugged his arm but said to the driver, “Gracias, Señor.”
The Fairmont Hotel overlooked the harbour and was a luxury spa resort. The event was for the birthday of some distant, sainted aunt and Julianne’s family was travelling from all sorts of remote places. Ashley knew a lot of the younger congregates would be wearing swimming costumes under their glad-rags so they could ditch the festivities and head to the pools and jacuzzis as soon as politely possible. When he paid the fare, Josie insisted Ashley give the driver a healthy tip. She held on to his arm as they entered the ornate entrance and followed fellow party-goers to the hired ballroom.
“Ay! Santa Maria!” Josie said when she saw the stranger-filled room. They spotted Julianne amidst a throng of chatterers and drinkers and they threaded their way over to her.
“Oh my gosh, Josie, look at you!” Julianne reached out both hands on to Josie’s shoulders and examined the nervous girl.
Josie simpered at the blatant approval.
“And you,” Josie said, “You look like a goddess!”
“Aw shush,” Julianne kissed Josie’s cheek and turned to her son, “So, does your old lady scrub up okay?”
His mother looked exceptionally beautiful; smoky eye-shadow made her light eyes sparkle, her dress was a figure-hugging black satin number with a golden flowers motif and was short enough to reveal that her charcoal grey stockings were hold-ups (some of the aunts and grandmothers had visibly disapproved of her hemline but there were no uncles or grandfathers complaining) and she’d opted for the comfort of flats rather than heels. She was wearing her hair up in an elaborately pinned fashion which displayed her elegant neck marred only slightly by the ghost of Ashley’s love-bite.
Ashley resisted the undeniable desire to press his lips once more on to her flesh; he swallowed, lost for words, and could only echo the taxi driver’s earlier sentiment, “Devastadoramente bella, Mom.”
Unluckily a nearby ancient relative was conversant in Spanish and said in surprise, “Did you hear that!? Called his own mother a devastating beauty?”
Julianne leaned close and kissed his cheek, “Thank you, Ash, but perhaps we’d better keep that kinda talk for when we’re alone?”
Her delicate perfume and her close presence made his head swim.
Julianne stepped back and said loudly, “And don’t you look handsome!”
Ashley ‘ahemmed’ and suavely adjusted the knot of his tie.
“Can I have a drink, Ash?” Josie asked, looking flustered.
Julianne drained her champagne flute and held it out for him to take, “Me too.”
Ashley accepted his mission and wandered off to find the bar.
Josie looked around the room that was still filling with family groups, “There’re so many people here!”
“It’s okay, sugar,” Julianne held Josie’s hand, “You stick with me and you’ll be okay.”
Ashley was young enough to be bossed around by the family elders but old enough to be held responsible, and so he was increasingly given jobs to do throughout the evening; ushering aged relatives to the bathroom, keeping racing and yelling youngsters in line, herding the teenagers back from where they’d sneaked off to watch videos on their phones. Occasionally he would catch a glimpse of Julianne and Josie and they didn’t appear to be missing him very much. Eventually, though, he lost sight of them altogether.
Later, walking arm-in-arm with a limping grandmother down a long, plushly-carpeted corridor, Ashley caught a glimpse through a window of Josie and his mother out in the hedge-encircled gardens; they’d found a private niche for themselves. He deposited the venerable relative carefully in her room then strolled back along the corridor, happily humming the antiquated pop tunes he’d been forced to endure all night. He reached the window and looked down.
Julianne and Josie were sitting on a stone bench among potted trees and beds of sleeping flowers as dusk descended. He leaned on the sill and spied as they talked smilingly and intimately. Julianne reached out and tucked a stray frizzle of Josie’s hair back behind her ear. Josie nuzzled her cheek against the older woman’s hand. They leaned closer, chatting. Their lips only centimetres apart. Ashley’s name was called and he turned to find he was beckoned by a gaggle of antique aunts. He sighed and switched on his fake smile then went to see what they wanted.
When his familial tasks were complete, Ashley headed out into the hotel’s luxuriant gardens. It took him some time to worm his way around the maze of hedges until he came upon the scene of his girlfriend and his mother engaged in a sensual kiss. Josie’s hands were tenderly touching Julianne’s stockinged thigh. Julianne was stroking Josie’s hair.
Ashley had been imagining little else lately but still he was dazzled by the stunning, loin-stirring spectacle. His jaw dropped as Josie gently eased down Julianne’s dress to expose her substantial breasts almost toppling out of a pretty, silvery-grey bra. Josie helped them to topple free and Ashley was unprepared for the sight of his girl lowering her head to suckle on each fatly engorged nipple of his mother.
Julianne’s eyes were closed in an angelic rapture but, eventually, she opened them to see her dumb-struck son observing and her face was immediately misshapen with wretched guilt. She pushed Josie away and hastily fumbled her dress back up over her naked boobs. Ashley, thinking he’d spoiled their affectionate assignation, apologised and stepped away quickly.
*******
It was fully night-time when Josie walked up behind Ashley who was standing by a sprinkling fountain.
“I was looking all over for you,” she said.
She wondered what he was thinking. He looked thunderstruck. He tilted back his head and stared at the twinkling stars.
“Are you mad at me?” Josie said quietly, “Do you hate me? Say something!”
He put his arm around her and resumed his study of the stars, “Why would I be mad, Jojo?”
“You look…”
“I was just thinking. Sorting things out in my head.”
“Have you come to any conclusions?”
“That I should ask you, what it is you really want.”
Josie put her arms around his waist and snuggled in close, “I want you. And I want Julianne. I want you both. At the same time, together.”
Ashley chuckled, “Greedy.”
“Does this… upset you?”
“No. No, that’s not what I was thinking. I was just coming to terms with something.”
“Tell me!”
Ashley blushed, “When I saw you and Mom, making out like horny teenagers… I…”
“What!?”
“My dick got so hard! I was really, really turned on.”
“We gotta go!” Josie yanked the bewildered boy down the gravel path.
“Go? Go where?”
Josie said, “We have to find a cab, now! The woman we both love has gone home in a terrible state, upset and grief-stricken. She thinks she’s ruined everything. She looked so sad when she left!”
“Excremento!” Ashley said and picked up the pace.
*******
The house was darkly silent when they entered. Josie motioned upstairs and they crept up in an eerie quiet. They held hands as they walked along the hall to Julianne’s bedroom; the door was open and from the shadowy room came the muffled noises of miserable blubbering. Josie entered and switched on a bedside lamp. Julianne sat up in bed and immediately started to protest with recriminations and accusations; she shook her head from side to side and waved her hands and asked her to think of Ashley.
Josie gestured her thumb behind her, “He’s right here, Mama.”
Ashley stepped through the door and Julianne fell to pieces. He crossed to the bed and took her in his arms, cradling her, reassuring her. She babbled and blubbled and apologised profusely. Ashley noticed his mother had removed her dress and he couldn’t help admiring her heaving bosom trying to escape from her pretty, silvery-grey bra. Her lipstick and mascara were smeared.
“What must you think of me?!” Julianne pleaded.
“Well, I think you’re a big bubble of snot and tears at the moment.”
He felt Josie’s sharp elbow in his ribs.
“You’re the prettiest bubble of snot there is!” Josie said and gave her some tissues from the dresser.
As Julianne blew her nose and cleaned her face Ashley cuddled her tighter and told her it was all his fault and when she shook with a violent disbelief, he explained, “I noticed you two were growing closer, and I should’ve said something earlier about how I don’t mind, in fact I welcome it.”
He then went on to explain even further, in a noble and selfless manner, until eventually Julianne had to interrupt him.
“I’m sorry, son, I can’t really focus on what you’re saying. She’s eating me.”
Ashley was confused so Julianne threw back the bedcovers to expose that between her legs, decorated still by charcoal-grey stockings, Josie was licking away happily at his mother’s muff. Josie froze in mid-lick and looked up, wearing Julianne’s wispy bush as a moustache. She appeared like a naughty puppy who’d been caught chewing the corner of a coffee-table.
“I’ve waited so long,” she said, “I just couldn’t wait any longer!”
Ashley and Julianne laughed and Josie resumed her dining. Julianne closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Ashley watched again her large breasts rise and fall, they seemed to swell with each breath. He could see hardening nipples prodding through the soft, silvery-grey fabric. He wanted so badly to touch her.
“Perhaps I’d better leave you two alone for a while,” he said, taking his arm from around his mother and standing up.
“No, no, no,” Josie jerked up from her slurping and whined, “Don’t go! Please?”
Ashley looked at his mother, who shrugged in an ‘It’s not up to me.’ kind of way, and then back at Josie.
His girlfriend frowned, almost angry, “I want you.”
She was kneeling on the bed between Julianne’s long nylon-clad legs. Her mouth glistened juicily. She ruffled up her velvet party dress to reveal her ample behind encased invitingly in chocolate-coloured pantyhose and that was the clincher for Ashley. In a second he was stripped off and behind her, fondling, groping, massaging, sniffing and kissing. Josie couldn’t keep the lurid smirk from her face as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips once more to Julianne’s hot, wet slit.
She’d wanted to taste this woman for so long and she wasn’t going to waste a moment nor a drop of her warm nectar. Julianne writhed and they sang to each other a symphony of sighs and erotic moans.
Ashley was merrily lapping away at her nylon-covered arsecrack and enjoying the subtle mish-mash of fantastically dirty flavours and aromas that a nervous, sweaty woman will amass during an long evening and his fingers were sawing mechanically at her gushing, pulsating twat. He was just thinking, as his fingers slid easily against the come-sodden crotch that he’d never known Josie be this wet before, when the thought struck him that he’d also never felt his dick get so hard before.
“Have to get in you,” he said with a lustful growl and Josie paused her cunt-munching to help him remove her dress and tights.
Denuded, she reclaimed her position between Julianne’s thighs and had her tongue swirling deeply inside the delectable pussy just as Ashley forcibly entered her and held her impaled on his iron-hard prong.
Despite feeling uneasy about seeing her naked son with his thick, stiff cock whanging about her bedroom, Julianne decided to abandon all reservations and submit to this unnatural orgy. She leaned forward, unhooked her bra then relaxed back into her pillows, intending to fully enjoy the tongue-lashing she was receiving.
Josie paused and looked up, “What did you do?”
“Nothing,” Julianne replied, “Just took off my bra.”
“Oooh,” Josie grinned.
Julianne smiled, stroking the girl’s hair, “Why’d you ask?”
“I just felt Ash get even harder and bigger inside me!”
Julianne looked at Ashley kneeling on the end of her bed and her naked boy looked away, blushing with an embarrassment that spoke of teenage masturbatory fantasies and a deeply embedded longing for his mother’s glorious orbs.
Josie, however, had no time for bashfulness; this was the welcome result of all her machinations, “Fuck me hard, Ash, and we’ll make her big tetas jiggle!”
Feeling an unspoken demand upon his masculine prowess by the two women in his life, Ashley started to carefully and expertly screw the wriggling girl.
“Dios mio! Si, si!” Josie spluttered then ducked back down again to suckle greedily on Julianne’s stiff clit.
Julianne, too, wriggled and groaned. Spurred on, Ashley began to forcefully fuck his girlfriend and, sure enough, with each physical shunt he watched his mother’s large boobs bobble and bounce. His previous embarrassment soon died and he and Julianne openly and easily smiled as they gazed into each other’s eyes as he made love to the slobbering creature between them.
He screwed harder and faster and loved the way each thrust shoved Josie’s mouth against his mother’s body; he loved the gasping pleasure this gave her; he loved the motion of her breasts he was causing. Josie was a flesh prophylactic between them, a barrier he was trying to break through, to push through into his mother.
Julianne closed her hands upon the younger woman’s head and dragged the whimpering girl tight against her gushing mound. Grunting with effort, Ashley increased his tempo, feeling that with each intense push he was entering his mother. Julianne climaxed with loud and curse-laden exclamations. His mother’s filthy language brought Ashley’s spunk to the boil. He watched his writhing mother rubbing her orgasming cunt over his girlfriend’s face. Not surprisingly this tipped him over the edge of self-control and he released wave after wave of torpedoing sperm into Josie’s quivering quim.
Julianne allowed the panting, shaking girl to escape her clutches. Josie looked half-smothered but blissfully happy. Her frizzy, sweaty hair was stuck to her smiling face. She lay on her back, softly swearing to herself in Spanish.
Her brown skin was sheened with perspiration. Her chest rose and fell quickly; her modest bosom was blessed with large brown nipples that, Ashley knew, stood fully erect only when she was extremely turned on. Julianne noted this also and undulated like a python across the double bed to put her lips on one of Josie’s stiffened buds. Josie sighed with gratitude as she was nibbled and Julianne slid a seeking hand down the encouraging girl’s tummy and played with her damp, black bush. Ashley watched agog as pink fingers disappeared expertly up inside his girlfriend’s dark, slippery, slimy, sexy twat.
“Thank you, sugar,” Julianne said as she alternated between Josie’s breasts, “You made me feel amazing!”
Overwhelmed, Ashley reclined on the bed and stared up at the ceiling in a daze of shock and wonder. He closed his eyes as the warm relief of post-ejaculation relaxation ebbed through his body and mind. To the sound of fingers squelching, lips kissing and murmurings of appreciation, he dozed.
Then he was nudged. He opened one eye. Both his women were sitting up and looking at him.
“Hey, lazy boy, we need sustenance!” Josie laughed.
“Ashley,” Julianne said, “Get the big jug of juice, bring three glasses. Please?”
“Awww, I don’t wanna move,” Ashley replied, closing his eyes.
He was nudged again.
“And chocolate!” Josie demanded, ignoring his plea, “I’m starving!”
“Yes, that does sound good,” Julianne agreed, “Get along now. Go on, git!”
They playfully poked him until he sprang up on his unsteady legs in a bad temper.
“I hope this, this,” he blustered, “This new arrangement isn’t just an excuse for you two to gang up against me!”
“Chocolate and orange juice!” Josie ordered and threw a pillow at him.
Ashley picked up the pillow and laid it back on the bed with a dignified harrumph. He pulled on his underpants, he wasn’t sure why but it helped bolster his male ego, and left to the sound of conspiratorial giggles. As he padded barefoot through the dead silence, his mind reeled with images of pussies and boobies and buttholes and he laughed at his luck.
When he returned laden with goodies, he found Josie kneeling on the bed. In the dim illumination of the single bedside lamp he thought for a moment that Julianne had gone but then his brain took in the fact that Josie was sitting atop his mother’s face. Josie was resting her hands on Julianne’s belly and circling her hips slowly while the subtle sound of slurping and guzzling escaped from under her thighs. She grinned at her stunned boyfriend with a look that shouted, ‘I can’t fucking believe it either!’
Ashley laid down the snacks, drink and glasses and stood next to her.
Josie whispered joyfully, “Mi amor, tu madre… she is eating your cum out of me!”
“Holy guacamole!”
They kissed in a mutual amazement then, after a few minutes, she suggested he touch her. Ashley looked conflicted and shook his head. Josie took his hand and guided his palm to one of Julianne’s stockinged thighs. Gently, and with a stomach turning somersaults, Ashley began to stroke the soft, dark-grey nylon and then the stocking-top and then the pale thigh and nearer and nearer to the exposed, reddened, parted labia that had haunted many a feverish wet-dream.
“Touch her there,” Josie insisted.
“I, I, I couldn’t!”
She tutted and took his hand again. He resisted but only slightly. She took his other hand and suddenly Julianne knew that four hands were beautifully molesting her vulnerable vagina. Ensconced under the young woman’s pudgy legs and bum, her face and throat soaked with slick emissions, her tongue waggling where her son’s penis had only recently vacated, Julianne was revelling in her disgusting evilness, the wish-fulfilment of her obscene desires. She swallowed the cocktail of come and pressed her tongue higher into Josie’s messy pussy with a renewed passion.
“She’s licking me so fast now!” Josie whispered.
Ashley had now two of his fingers pushed into his mother’s soft, yielding slit. His steel rod was stretching his underwear.
“Taste her, mi querido,” Josie urged, “She taste sooooo good!”
Ashley gave her a questioning look. He wasn’t sure what the rules were or what was allowed. The devilish gleam in his girlfriend’s eyes told him that, perhaps, all rules were suspended.
“Do that thing you do to me!” Josie said, “Please!? She’ll love it! She’ll love it like I do!”
Josie’s overflowing enthusiasm was more than Ashley could resist. He leaned down, closed his eyes and inhaled the softly filthy scent of his mother. This sacred moment was interrupted by Josie’s hand on the back of his head, shoving him.
“Get in there!” Josie hissed.
When Ashley’s mouth made contact with the splayed open fleshy lips, Julianne began to flail and wriggle in violent convulsions.
Throwing all caution to the wind, Ashley began to eat with a voracious appetite, unstoppable and merciless. Both Josie and Ashley had to hold down the trembling woman as he began his sideways flashing, licking, probing, invading technique that never failed to make his girlfriend fill his mouth with a bejewelled flood of gooey juices.
They pinned her down and worked on her, Josie grinding her pussy and Ashley eating for all he was worth until Julianne
nearly flung them both to the floor with the strength of her fierce orgasmic contortions. Ashley toyed with a mouthful of his mom’s warm fluids as he watched Josie and Julianne lying panting on their backs; it was apparent to him that his girlfriend had joined his mother in a powerful climax and he watched them be lost in a fuzzy fog of sensual pleasure and grinned while rubbing his achingly hard cock through his underpants.
“Drink,” Julianne said weakly, “Please?”
“Chocolate! Need sugar!” Josie croaked.
Ashley slowly let his mouthful of delicately flavoured juice dribble down his throat.
“Sure,” he said and served them gladly while they supped and munched like happy children.
Re-energised by their snack break, Josie and Julianne sat on the bed watching Ashley drink his juice.
“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” Josie said, admiringly.
“Come closer, boy,” Julianne said.
Ashley stepped up and was shocked, if that was still possible, by his mother promptly fishing his thickly engorged penis from out of his underwear. She held it aloft as if examining its quality.
“Are you really telling me,” she turned to Josie, “You don’t enjoy putting your lips on this beauty?”
Josie blushed, “Actually, since you recommended it, I have been kinda getting into it.”
“Show me,” Julianne offered her the twitching prick.
Josie edged closer on the bed and leaned forward to kiss and rub her lips around the bulbous, shining cockhead. Ashley groaned with unbearable pleasure.
Julianne licked her lips and asked, “May I join you?”
“Si, Mama, be my guest.”
Ashley’s heart stopped. Julianne’s fingers began to move along the length of his shaft and her extended tongue explored and tasted. Josie followed suit and both their tongues began lapping at his cock-flesh like kittens with cream. Occasionally they would pause to share some soft, loving kisses before resuming their oral services. Julianne guided the fattened head between Josie’s lips and she obediently sucked. Julianne raised her eyes for the first time and looked directly at her son as she wanked him into Josie’s wet mouth.
She asked, “Do you still think we’re ganging up against you?”
All Ashley could manage to say was, “Urhgle.”
Josie pulled him out of her mouth and licked around the seeping hole at the tip, “If I know my honeybuns, he’s about ready to shoot.”
Excited, Julianne’s grip tightened, “Do you like the taste of spunk?”
Josie wrinkled her nose and shrugged so Ashley watched in disbelief as his beautiful girlfriend passed his cock to Julianne’s open mouth like she was passing her a joint.
He slid his prick into her mouth just in time for her to receive his beneficent blessing of spermatozoa. He pumped and she sucked, her lips tight around him, not wasting a single creamy globule.
He grunted like a dying bear at the final spurt and staggered a little, away from the bed, his legs weak and his mind aflame. Josie pulled his mother down on top of her.
“Feed me,” she panted while her fingers speedily diddled her glistening pussy.
Julianne smirked with cheeks full of fluid then kissed the horny girl, allowing the spit-spunk brew to ooze from her mouth on to the slithering tongue of her new, young lover. She could feel the girl swallowing as they frenched. They kissed so lovingly and intimately as Josie frigged herself to a fast and flowing orgasm. Ashley wiped his still-spewing dick on his underwear, chucked them and lay his tired body down on the bed.
Julianne stood up to arrange the wrinkled sheets, blankets and pillows in a maternal fashion until they were cosily
covered up. She peeled off her stockings and climbed in between the two youngsters. The bed was damp from their exertions but it was soft and welcoming.
“Get the light, love,” Julianne said quietly.
Ashley reached over a weary arm and clicked off the lamp. In the pitch black, their bodies radiated a contented warmth. Julianne and Josie snuggled together but Ashley didn’t feel excluded, he relaxed into his share of a pillow and let the events wash over his disarranged brain.
He heard Josie say, “Come closer, Ash, darling?”
He wriggled nearer and two different hands rested on his body.
*******
Josie dreamed of sunny afternoons spent on her childhood trampoline in the back-yard. Groggily though, reality reclaimed her and she woke to the weird sensation of the continuing bouncing motion of the trampoline. It took her a minute to grasp that she was in her boyfriend’s mother’s bed with clear blue dawnlight slicing through a gap in the curtains. The scene being lit by the day’s first rays made her widen her eyes in surprise. She yanked back the bedcovers to reveal Julianne on her back with her thighs open while Ashley was propped between her legs, screwing like a demon. Julianne was caressing the back of his head and they paused to kiss before they both turned to face Josie.
“Is this okay, sugar?” Julianne asked.
Ashley continued his muscular fucking as they both watched for her reaction. Even though she had imagined this many times, it was odd, Josie decided, to see Ashley doing to someone else what he’d so often done to her. A huge smile crept over her face as she realised this was the culmination of all her plots and schemes.
She laughed, “My girl Julie’s finally getting some Ash action!”
Julianne reached out an arm to draw her closer and they kissed passionately while Ashley ploughed his mother’s furrow.
“I told you he was good at it, didn’t I?” Josie whispered.
“Yes, honey, yes you did,” Julianne smirked and they again kissed with a fervent intimacy.
The sight of these two beautiful women, his two beautiful women, french-kissing was more than enough to arouse his emotions and also arouse the urgent need within his loins to explode.
“If you keep kissing like that,” he said, “I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Josie, use your fingers on me,” Julianne panted, “Help me come with my son?”
“Si, Mama.”
Josie pressed her lips to Julianne’s and snaked her hand between the two slapping bodies to seek out the small, hard, hooded button that she so enjoyed toying with to make her new lover gasp and shudder and tremble. She found the erect nub and she twiddled and twanged with a determination that matched the increasing ferocity of Ashley’s thrusts. Only a few minutes later, Julianne was thrashing in climax under her ejaculating son.
“Can I eat it out of you?” Josie asked, after the incestuous pair had recovered a little.
“Oh, sugar, I made him find a condom,” Julianne said and then, when she saw Josie’s disappointed pout, added, “Oh you wicked, dirty minx. You’ll get me into so much trouble.”
Ashley carefully pulled himself out of Julianne’s heavenly hole, rolled on to his back and yanked off the filled rubber sheath with an audible sploop. It went plelch as it landed on the floor next to the bed.
Julianne, cuddling Josie, said, “Did you just throw that on the floor?”
“Er, yeah?” Ashley’s voice was sleepy.
Julianne winked at Josie and adopted a stern tone, “Don’t be daft, boy. I don’t want your goo leaking on my expensive carpet. There’s a bin by my dresser. Go on now, get it picked up.”
Josie giggled as the grumbling victim got up and carried the gooey condom over to drop into the bin.
Josie laughed as he complained all the way back to the bed.
“Shhh, now,” Julianne said, “Let’s go back to sleep.”
The three cuddled against the chill dawn, drew the blankets tighter around themselves and drifted back off to their respective dreamlands.
*******
Later, Ashley woke with the urgency of a full bladder. He paused only to relish the vision of his two lovers lying entwined and asleep, peaceful and content. He scooped up his clothes and headed to the bathroom.
He washed and dressed and was downstairs cooking waffles and brewing coffee when his mother entered wearing only her long tee-shirt. She yawned and stretched and revealed to him her lack of underwear. The glimpse of her soft, neat bush gave him an instant stirring in his shorts. He poured two coffees, added some milk and handed one to her.
“Are you freaking out?” Julianne asked as she sipped.
“A bit. Yeah.”
“Me too.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Not for a moment,” Julianne looked in deadly earnest, “I’m only worried about you. You know, if you want, we can never mention it again and forget it ever happened. Wipe the slate clean, sorta thing?”
“I’ll never forget last night. It was… wonderful.”
Julianne smiled and stepped closer. Ashley smiled too. She kissed him, not like a mother should.
“I’m still me and you’re still you but, sometimes, we’ll have this other version of ourselves too. Does that sound okay?”
“Yes, Mom, that sounds perfect.”
Julianne took a buttered waffle on a plate and walked over to the table. She leaned against it and watched him pottering around. She was toying with an idea that Josie had given her.
“I asked Josie if she thought you were okay,” she said eventually, “And she said there was one sure way to calm you down if you were upset.”
“I’m not upset,” he grinned, “But what did she say?”
“She suggested… something but, now I think about it, she probably just wanted to trick me so she could get first go in the shower.”
“What did she suggest?”
Julianne drank some coffee, watching her curious son, “She said… that I shouldn’t wash yet because… because you’d want to smell and lick my dirty asshole.”
She giggled at his goggled-eyed reaction. She turned, put down her cup, leaned a little over the kitchen table and reached behind to pull apart her bare bumcheeks.
“Was she tricking me, Ash?”
She laughed as the stunned young man knocked the coffee jug and cups over the counter, soaking the waffles in a black pool of disaster.
“I ruined breakfast,” he said, frowning.
“Your breakfast’s here, if you want it?”
He was around the kitchen counter like a shot. He dropped to his knees and his hands sailed up her legs and he waited not a second longer to fulfil his dreams. He placed his nose in the warm, soft haven of his mother’s pink starfish and breathed in her funky aroma. His dick grew throbbingly engorged and he was light-headed.
He snuffled and nuzzled at her dirtbox while feeling like a mixture of a horny dog, a perverted man and a naughty little boy. Julianne, too, felt depraved as her only child began to feast upon her poopchute.
His hands held apart her buttocks and his wiggling wet tongue sought an angle that would open her up. The tip probed and, suddenly, he was in and tasting her shithole.
“Oh my god!” Julianne said, shocked at herself.
Anxiously, he paused and asked, “Are you sure you’re alright with this?”
Her hand reached back, gripped his hair and rammed his face back into her arsecrack. His tongue resumed the sloppy
slurping motions until Julianne was dripping with an unromantic horniness.
“You only found one condom last night?”
He licked and lapped and pressed and circled his tongue into the tight confines of her asshole before answering, “Yeah, Mom, we don’t use ’em.”
Julianne turned and helped Ashley stand. She pushed down his shorts and bent over to kiss the swollen end of his pulsating cock.
“Well,” she shrugged, “You’re just going to have to take me up the Kalamazoo, then.”
Ashley was perplexed by this expression but Julianne explained all by leaning again over the kitchen table and reaching back to tug his meat until it was butting up against her bunghole.
“Wait,” Ashley said then he reached over and got some butter on his hands from the uneaten waffle then wiped it over his dick.
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“Aw, thank you, honey. That’s very considerate of you.”
Julianne’s tone pleased him immensely as he steadied his lubricated cockhead at the entrance of her bumhole. Leaning into his expert experience, it took only a few affectionate nudges and he was fully embedded in the tight ass he never in his wildest dreams thought he would actually be inside. Memory after memory of his mother’s bottom in tight skirts, tight jeans or even tighter yoga-pants swam through his mind’s eye as he looked down at his dick spearing the real thing and his legs went weak with longing and desire.
“Go easy on me, Ash, I haven’t done this since I was a teenager.”
“Yes, Mom.”
He began and maintained an attentive tempo, responding to her reactions to his penetrating pushes but it wasn’t long before they were both grunting and gasping and he sped up his constant, relentless rhythm of pulling and pushing while fondling her wobbling buttocks. Julianne was surprised at how much her own deep, animal growls showed that she had missed these ass-fucking sensations.
“Ay! Ay! Ay!” Josie’s laughing voice from the doorway made them both freeze; she was dressed but damp and towelling her hair, “Well, I’m definitely not sucking on it now!”
Ashley smiled then returned his attention to his masterful exhibition of assfuckery. Julianne, surrendering to her filthy taboos, lay her head on her arms and lifted her butt to meet each and every one of her son’s thrusts. His pumping prong felt so thick and stiff up her butt.
Josie stepped close behind him and put her arms around his torso, feeling the athletic movement of muscles under his skin. She kissed the nape of his neck then brought her teeth together and sucked, hard.
She squealed in utter delight as her attempt was successful. She brought her mouth away to reveal a moist, vivid, red lip-shaped mark left behind on his flesh.
“I did it, Ash’s Mom! I did it! A love-bite! Finally!”
“Yes, sugar,” Julianne replied, panting, “You did it.”