Then Fran pulled her mouth off of my dick-head, rolled over onto her back, spread her bony old legs apart, and said to me, “Inseminate me, you God damn stallion! My jenny’s all yours!”
I heard Jenny instantly burst out laughing from across the room, and then trying her best to hide her laughter from Fran as best as she could, while I knelt down between Fran’s thighs as I was getting ready to mount her in a missionary-style position on top of the bed. And I suddenly felt very self-conscious, because I knew that Jenny’s eyes were locked on me, and on what I was doing.
I was getting ready to fuck a 77-year-old woman yet once again. But what made this time so different from all the last times that I had fucked Fran was that I was going to be doing it right in front of an 18-year-old girl, which just made it all so bizarre and weird-feeling for me.
Not only that, but Fran had just called her own pussy her “jenny” for the very first time in front of my Jenny.
But then I heard my Jenny enthusiastically call out from across the room, “Come on, Carl! Breed that old bitch! What are you waiting for? You can do it! I have faith in you!”
And hearing my Jenny say those kinds of positive, supportive things to me seemed to make everything feel alright again.
I shoved my dick into Fran’s short vagina, and fucked the crap out of her, cumming inside her as soon as I could.
And while I was doing that, Fran was screaming out obscenities and carry on in a decidedly-unladylike manner, until I finally pulled my dick out of her ancient fuck-hole, and rolled over onto my back to rest and relax for a few precious minutes.
And that’s when I heard Jenny call out from across the room, “It’s my turn now, right?”
And just as I was about to assure Jenny that it was in fact her turn now, Mom quickly jumped in and responded to her with, “Yes, it’s your turn alright, sweetie. But not until after we play with each other’s pussies for a little while first. Kind of like we did in the ladies’ room yesterday, except that this time, we’ll both be a lot more comfortable, and we can take our sweet time doing it. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, ma’am. Of course not. That would great,” Jenny said softly to Mom, without me being able to detect one ounce of enthusiasm in her voice. I could tell that Jenny was definitely looking forward to having sex with me, but that she was now pretty upset that Mom had just cock-blocked her.
But I also knew that Mom always had her reasons for doing things the way that she did them–even if she didn’t tell me what those reasons were in advance. And so I just had to trust that Mom knew what she was doing by cock-blocking Jenny like that.
And I soon learned what Mom was really up to, when she took Jenny by the hand and led her over to the bed, and they both climbed up on top of it, as Mom was asking Fran and me both to move over to the easy chairs, so that we could “watch the show.”
And I had a fairly good idea of what Mom meant by telling Fran and me that. But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
You see, Mom and Jenny didn’t just feel out and play with each other’s pussies. No, sir. They locked lips, and began openly making love to each other in front of Fran and me, as they were passionately grabbing each other’s asses, and tits, and trading saliva back and forth into their open mouths with their tongues.
After a little while, Mom whispered something in Jenny’s ear, and then Jenny rotated her body 180 degrees. And the two women began 69-ing with each other, licking and sucking away at each other’s pussies, just like Fran and Mom had been doing to one another, when Jenny and I first saw them from the bedroom doorway earlier.
After a few minutes, Mom announced, “Okay, Carl. I’ve got Jenny all ready for you to fuck. You can thank me later.”
The ironic part of all this was that I realized Mom hadn’t done any of that lovemaking stuff for Jenny’s benefit. It was all being done for her own selfish needs, which she obviously hadn’t managed to satisfy in the ladies’ restroom yesterday at Wendy’s.
But even knowing that, I still wasn’t upset with Mom. She was just one lonely, horny lady. That’s all. And I couldn’t hold it against her for her simply being herself.
As Mom got up out of the bed, and I was walking over towards her, she actually tag-teamed me with her open hand, as if I were a wrestler taking over from my tag-team partner in the ring. And I thought it was quite disgusting that Jenny had to witness that. But then, I didn’t have any control over how low-class and crass my mother could be sometimes.
When I looked down at Jenny while I was climbing into bed with her, she had a big smile on her face, as she said to me, “You know. Your mom’s right. She did get me all ready for you to fuck.”
Jenny flipped over onto her back, spread her legs apart, and waited for me to mount her, just like Fran and Mom had both done previously.
But the truth is I didn’t want to start fucking Jenny just yet. I wanted to do all that other kind of romantic stuff that Mom had already done with her.
I wanted to French-kiss Jenny, and hug her, and squeeze her butt in my hands, and feel out her little breasts, and suck on her cute puffed-out nipples, and eat her hairy young pussy, and risk getting her pubic hairs stuck in my teeth.
But Mom had already done all those things with Jenny, and done them right in front of me–in essence, depriving me of that wonderful experience that I had been hoping and waiting for–because now, it was obvious that Jenny was so turned-on that she really only wanted me to do one thing, and that was to have pure, raw, clinical sex with her. She just wanted me to stick my dick in her pussy and fuck her, without showing her any kind of affection.
So that’s exactly what I did. But this time, unlike with those two previous women, I tried my best to make the intercourse last as long as I possibly could. And I’m sure that Jenny sensed that, because she had already witnessed how fast I could make myself cum inside my Mom and Fran while I was fucking each of them.
As I was methodically thrusting away at Jenny’s tight vagina, she whispered to me in my ear, “Thank you.”
“For what?” I whispered right back.
“For not being in a hurry,” Jenny replied, letting me know that she was pleased with me trying to make our intercourse last as long as I could, like I was intentionally doing.
“Remember when I told you in the restroom yesterday that you were taking my virginity?” Jenny whispered to me.
“Yes, of course I do. How could I not remember something like that?”
“Well, just know that I was telling you the truth. You are my first, and my only, so far. And I would consider it an honor if you would become my boyfriend.”
“But you do know that I’m twice your age, which means that I’m old enough to be your father, right?”
“Of course, I know that. But older men like you really turn me on. Not those silly, immature boys that are around my same age. That’s just the way it is for me.”
“So then you don’t mind me fucking these other women, right in front of you, like I did this morning?”