As I squeezed my eyes shut and reached behind me to grab mom roughly from behind her head, I pressed her hard against me. The tip of her tongue occasionally grazed my clit, drawing sharp intakes of breath as I also cried out and shook. Her hands grabbed and squeezed at my rear. With her so close, I could feel her nose sliding between my crack. I had never felt so exposed, yet I wasn’t thinking about how that could be a problem. I was merely focused on just how good this moment felt.
I finally relaxed and released my mother, but she merely dove toward my clit again. For several minutes, she took me over the edge and quickly brought me right back. My knees were wobbly, my vision was blurred, and my inner thighs were absolutely drenched. But occasionally, when I could focus enough, I would look out toward the patio. Up until recently, probably due to the chill in the air that the fire was trying its best to fight, my boyfriend had remained clothed with only his cock pulled from his pants for my father to suck on. But now, the pants were pulled down, still attached to one ankle while the other leg was free. And as Mom continued her assault on my cunt, I watched my boyfriend push my father south. At first, I thought he wanted Dad to suck at his balls. But as I concentrated harder on watching the debauchery outside, I finally understood why Will was holding his leg up. He was giving my father easier access to his asshole.
Yet again, I came on my mother’s tongue that never seemed to get tired.
Rimming wasn’t a completely foreign concept for me. It had been prior to Will, though. He used to chuckle and talk about how he felt bad that he was corrupting such an innocent beauty when we did something new. My sex life before him had been so paint-by-the-numbers. Will taught me that I could enjoy giving head because of the power it gave me. He toyed with me in public, loving both my nervousness and excitement at the idea of being caught. I am still not great with dirty talk, but I’ve gotten far more vocal about what I want. And yes, on a couple of occasions, Will flirted with rimming. It was only on me and didn’t last long. It was as if he was just testing the waters. I tensed up, though I didn’t particularly dislike the idea. He never brought up the subject of me doing it to him, though. That must have been difficult because, judging by the smile on his face, he liked being rimmed quite a good deal.
My hand on my mother’s head tightened, gripping her and pulling her away from my dripping pussy that was overheated. She made a noise as if to say, “why did you do that?” With surprising speed, I stepped out of my underwear and slacks and kicked them to the side. Her hands were still on my ass, though I still took my other hand and grabbed one cheek. She thought I was trying to hold her hand and attempted to interlock fingers, but I pulled my cheek roughly to the side, exposing my asshole further. I don’t know what my mother thought in those few nanoseconds, but she did make a sound of surprise when I pulled her face toward my ass roughly. However, she quickly understood what I wanted. As I watched my boyfriend get his ass eaten by my father, my mother’s tongue pressed against my asshole with no sign of reluctance. I was surprised I didn’t orgasm just from the thought.
Mom was no rimming virgin – that much was clear. She growled and pressed the tip of her tongue against my hole, making me coo in response. Her hands dug into the meaty flesh of my ass, desperate to hold onto anything as she enthusiastically ate my forbidden spot. My pussy gushed even with no direct stimulation. Holy fuck, I was going absolutely crazy.
My mind was jumbled and I struggled to hold onto any thought for long as mom’s tongue seemed to never tire despite its nearly constant usage for the last several minutes. I cried out, reveling further in the debauchery. Mom made some primal noises that I had never heard from another person. It was as if my ass was the most delicious thing she had ever feasted upon.
I realized I was closing my eyes tightly as I focused on the pleasure. I wanted to see what Will and my father were doing now. I knew his stamina was incredible, but every man has to cum eventually and I needed to see that. Would he paint my daddy’s face? Would he force him to swallow? I had to know. Forcing my eyes open as I breathed deeply against the glass, I tried to see, but my vision was blurry. I had to wait for it to focus which wasn’t easy as I felt mom slide a hand from my ass to my cunt and two fingers push inside of me.
When the blurriness finally subsided, I caught my breath. Not only because Mom was pushing against my asshole with her tongue at the same speed as her fingers were fucking me, but because Will was staring right back at me. Did I make noise as I moved against the class? Did my moans get his attention despite barriers between us? Or had he sensed it? Whatever the case, Dad was again sucking him and Will’s eyes would occasionally close due to the pleasure as my father sucked him deep. But other than those few seconds, he was looking at me with the strangest expression. It was as if he was petrified and confused – unsure what to do or think and scared to do anything at all. I felt the same way. I don’t know how much he could see of Mom, but considering how my two hands were now flat against the glass and I was very much in constant pleasure, I could only imagine he was putting two-and-two together.
And when he did, his lips curved into a devilish smile. I came again, loudly grunting. My mom’s tongue slipped into my asshole as it puckered. Will reached out and grabbed my father’s head violently. He then humped off the seat as Dad stayed still – aside from a hand that rolled my boyfriend’s balls. I couldn’t hear Will’s grunt, but I focused, however much I could, on my father’s face as his eyebrows raised. He was drinking my boyfriend’s juice. I felt both jealous and excited about that. Will’s body jerked likely to the tune of every jet of creamy cum he shot onto my father’s waiting tongue.
I pushed mom away again, needing a moment to shake the cobwebs. My knees were weak and wobbly. And as I watched my father swallow with cum trickling from the corner of his mouth, I heard a voice whisper, “what does this all mean? How can we come back from this?”
A moment later, I realized the voice was in my head. Privately, I told it to shut the fuck up.
Turning, I was surprised to see that Mom was no longer behind me. I don’t know how long I had been fixated on my father and boyfriend together, but apparently, it was long enough for my mother to disappear. However, I could see her black slacks in a pile heading toward the hallway. I took one last look at my boyfriend and father, though both had their eyes closed and a look of utter satisfaction on their faces. Still in my blouse and bra, though my nipples pressed against the fabric as the cups had been pulled down, I hesitantly made my way toward Mom’s pants. The last time my knees had felt so unsteady, I was practically crawling home after way too many games of Asshole.