And then my mother did something very unexpected. She began to passionately French-kiss Greg during their intercourse–an intercourse which unfortunately lasted way too long for my liking.
And that wide-open-mouth, tongues-exchanging-saliva, French-kissing made me even more jealous of Greg than I already was. But I also realized that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, except to witness Greg’s and Mom’s intercourse, until Greg finally ejaculated inside my mother’s vagina to ultimate bring their intercourse to an end.
As soon as Greg eased his dick out of Mom’s pussy, Fran called out to Mom from across the room, “It’s my turn now, damn it! I want Greg to have intercourse with me just like that, with the kissing and everything.”
And Mom called back to her, “Okay, Fran. He’s all yours.”
Then Mom pushed Greg off the top of her so that she could trade places with Fran, and let Greg mount her and fuck her next.
But naturally, Greg was quickly losing his erection. But that didn’t matter to Fran, because she was a true expert at getting that erection back again. She had Greg eat her wrinkled-up pussy in a 69 position, with her lying on her back, while she was sucking his dick at the same time.
And as soon as his dick started coming back to life, Greg spun his body around 180 degrees and mounted Fran’s ancient pussy while kneeling between her toothpick thighs.
“How old are you again?” Greg asked her, as he was slowly penetrating her vaginal entrance to slide his dick up into her short vagina.
“It’s not nice to ask a woman her age. However, if you must know, I’m 77 years old. But please don’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret. Okay?”
“Yeah, right. Like I’m going to leave here today, and tell all my gay friends that I fucked a 77-year-old lady, after I finished fucking my own sister.”
“Hey, what about me? You just finished fucking me too, remember?” Mom complained to Greg.
“And you didn’t exactly finish fucking me either,” Jenny announced to Greg. “That’s why you’re going to have to fuck me again before you leave this bedroom today.”
“Okay, okay!” Greg defended himself, since he was getting attacked from all sides, thanks to his not-so-well-thought-out statement to Fran. “But you guys all get my point, don’t you?”
“Sure. I’m getting your ‘point’ right now, sweetheart,” Fran told Greg in a very dead-pan, serious tone-of-voice, as he was starting to slowly thrust away at her decrepit vagina.
And upon hearing Fran’s reply, we all cracked up laughing. Even Greg couldn’t help but laugh at Fran’s witty joke.
When the laughing finally died down, Fran told Greg, “And by the way, I’m not anywhere near as fragile as I look. So there’s no need for you to hold back during our intercourse. You can thrust away until your heart’s content, young man. The more you enjoy our intercourse, the more I will.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Greg told her. “But if I’m kissing you at the same time, I can’t go quite as fast on the thrusting stuff.”
“I know that,” Fran told him. “I’ve been around the block at few times, you know?”
“So do you still want me to kiss you while I’m fucking you?”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe you even have to ask me that. I’m a woman, remember? And if a women really likes you a lot and finds you exceptionally attractive, she will naturally want to feel like you’re making love to her, and not just having sex with her. And for most women that I know, the main difference between those two things is that making love involves kissing, whereas having sex does not.
“So the bottom line is that you had sex with your sister, but you made love to Janie afterwards, by kissing her passionately while you were inseminating her. Didn’t he, Janie?”
“You bet he did!” Mom quickly chimed in. “And I made love to him too, instead of just fucking him–even though I’m not in love with him, and of course, he’s obviously not in love with me either. But for those few precious minutes while Greg and I were coupled up and kissing, it sure felt of me like we were lovers.”
“So, Greg, would you do this old lady the great honor right now of being my temporary young lover–just until you finish inseminating my jenny?”
“How can I refuse you, when you put it that way?” Greg asked, and he immediately locked lips with Fran.
And then Greg continued to passionately French-kiss Fran throughout the whole time that he was actively attempting to “inseminate her jenny”–a task which Greg accomplished with great ease, just like I had done many times before, whenever I was fucking Fran. There was only one big, glaring difference Greg’s intercourse with Fran and mine: Fran never tried to kiss me whenever I was fucking her.
And I was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with me. Something that kept Fran from wanting to kiss me while I was having sexual intercourse with her. In other words, something that was causing Fran to just want me to fuck her, instead of her actually trying to kiss me and make love to me during our intercourse.
Of course, the last thing I wanted was to kiss Fran during sex. It was bad enough when I have had to lick and tongue her old, shriveled-up pussy. But that still didn’t make things any less depressing for me.
All I could think about at that moment was why hadn’t Fran ever asked me to kiss her during any of our past intercourse sessions, like she had asked Greg to do?
Then I realized that the answer to that question had to be that Greg is much younger than me, and he’s in much better physical shape than me, and he’s definitely much more handsome-looking than I am.
So apparently, the fact that I’m the guy who has the much larger, 7-inch-long penis between his legs doesn’t count towards my “kissibility factor” as far as Fran was concerned.
All I could hope now was that Jenny doesn’t feel that same way about me. Because I desperately needed to make love to her–not just have pure, raw, clinical sex with her, like I had been doing up to this point.
When Jenny saw Greg dismount Fran, she announced to the room that it was time for the two males in the room to have sex together in front of all the women.
“What are you doing?” I leaned over to urgently whisper in Jenny’s ear.
“I’ve always wanted to watch two guys have sex with each other. When will I get another chance like this?” Jenny whispered right back in my ear. “Now, I want you to 69 with my big brother on top the bed, and play nice, okay? I mean, you don’t have to suck his dick, if you don’t want to. But you’ve got to get him hard, so that he can fuck me again, okay? I promise you, I’ll make it worth your while later.”
I got up out of bed, stood up straight, and announced to the whole room, “Alrighty, folks, it’s intermission time. I’m going to go get some warm, wet washcloths so that we can all get cleaned up a little bit, before we get underway again. Is everyone good with that? I mean, wouldn’t it be nice for us all to start out again with clean genitals?”
“Here, here!” Mom called out in support of my idea.
“A clean jenny is a godly jenny! Fran proudly announced in an overly-loud voice.