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I opened my eyes. The clock on the wall said 8:00, and for a moment, I was confused. Was it night or morning? By the way the sun came through the window, I figured it must be evening. That would mean we'd been asleep for about four hours.

I turned to mom. She looked so peaceful and content, strands of her blonde hair running across her face. She still had her bikini on, and I remembered how we'd come into the room from next door, too tired to change, and collapsed on the bed.

As I looked at her, she opened her eyes. I was afraid for a moment. We hadn't talked since we'd made love just four hours earlier. No, I thought, we hadn't made love, we'd fucked. We'd fucked hard and fast, unable to control ourselves. What would her reaction be now? Regret? Embarrassment? Guilt?

Mom looked in my eyes and smiled. I held her glance.

"Mom, I'm sorry..." I started to say. I felt I had to say something, some apology, some explanation, anything to make it O.K. between us.

She put a finger to my lips.

"Don't say anything," she whispered, "Don't say a word."

She continued to look deep into my eyes. Slowly, mom reached back and undid the top of her bikini. She shrugged her shoulders and her top slipped off. There, just inches from my face, were her huge breasts, their aureoles at least three inches in diameter, topped with their hard little nipples.

A little groan came from the back of my throat. Mom reached down and slid her bikini bottom down over her hips and off her legs. I could see the golden blonde hair above her pussy.

"Don't say a word," she whispered again.

Mom got up on her knees. Kneeling above me, she pulled my swimsuit down my hips just enough so my penis was exposed. It rested against my stomach, flaccid and soft.

She looked into my eyes again, "Don't say a word," she said again, then slowly bent down and took the head of my penis into her mouth. And then more of it, until she'd taken it all deep inside her mouth. Her mouth was warm, and wet, and I could immediately feel my cock start to harden, to expand in her mouth.

She pulled at the head of my cock with her closed lips, stroking her tongue into the little slit at its end. Then her head began to move up and down, sucking my cock deep into her wet mouth, her cheeks puffing in and out with each up and down movement of her head.

By now, my cock was hard and erect, and she let it slip out of her mouth. Mom turned, and again looking straight into my eyes, drew her leg across my body. Facing me, she put her hands on the bed, and supporting herself on either side of me with her arms, began to slowly move her hips, causing her pussy to rub up and down against me. I could feel her wetness as her pussy lips spread out on either side of my cock, stroking up and down against it.

I looked up at mom's face. Her mouth was slightly open, her cheeks a little flushed. Her breasts swung gently back and forth, inches above my chest, her erect nipples pointing down at me.

Mom let out a little whimper, her pussy continuing its slow, up and down motion against my cock. Then, at the end of an upward stroke, she lifted her hips slightly up, allowing the head of my cock to enter her. She lowered herself, slowly engulfing me inside her.

Her pussy was hot, and wet, and tight against my cock, and I had to fight hard to resist the urge to suddenly thrust my hips upward.

"So good..." I started to say, but mom interrupted, putting a finger across my lips.

"Shhhh," she whispered.

Now, our pelvises touched, our pubic hair mingled together. She paused, then ever so slowly raised her hips until just the head of my cock was inside her. Then slowly she lowered herself.

I stared at the point where our bodies were joined together. Her light blonde pubic hair was almost invisible against her skin, almost giving the illusion her pussy was shaved bare. With each of her slow upward movements, I could see the lips of her pussy hanging back, dragging against my cock, then folding inward as she began her downward stroke.

I watched the muscles in her thighs and ass flex as she moved against me. My cock glistened with her juices, and her strokes came so slow I could feel the cool, evaporative air on my wet cock with each of her upward strokes, then the moist heat as her pussy enveloped me again.

A boiling pressure began to develop in my balls, and I knew I was going to cum. And then it started. I could feel the cum rushing out of my cock, spurting into mom's pussy. Because her motions were so slow, the feeling was intense, almost painful. I wanted to shout out, 'Faster! Faster!'. I wanted to grab mom's ass and pull her hard against me, to pound my pelvis upward. I needed to feel my cock stroking hard and fast into her cunt.

But she continued her excruciatingly slow, up and down movements, torturing my cock as I continued to fill her womb with cum.

Now, mom's eyes were closed tight, her face flushed red. She whimpered softly. I felt another wave of cum gush out of my cock and I knew my balls were drained dry.

I felt a slight trembling in her cunt, as if it were trying to grab my cock, to pull me in tighter. Mom's eyelids began to flutter uncontrollably. Her entire body began to shake on top of mine. Her mouth was now wide open, as if she was screaming in silence. Despite her own orgasm, she continued her slow, even strokes.

Then, as if someone had pushed the pause key on a video, her body became still. She opened her eyes. Still supporting herself on her outstretched arms, her body was remained still above mine. Her breasts hung motionlessly over my chest. I was still deep inside her, and I watched as a thin trail of white cum slowly oozed out of her pussy, down my cock, to form a small puddle at its base.

Mom remained frozen above me for at least a full minute before her body went limp and she collapsed on top of me.

*****

We were sitting with Roy and Lisa in the resort's restaurant, just finishing dinner. The meal had all come about as a result of a jog that mom had taken earlier in the day.

"I just did a terrible thing," she had said after returning from her run.

"What's that?"

"I saw Lisa and Roy down on the beach, and I invited them to have dinner with us. Are you mad? Or better yet, am I crazy?"

"No," I said, shrugging my shoulders, "they're a little wild, but you have to admit, there's something intriguing about them."

Intriguing was putting it mildly. Lisa was probably one of the most uninhibited people I'd ever met. Both in her speech and her actions, she gave off a devil-may-care air as if she would say whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted, and the hell with whatever anyone else thought. I still wasn't sure if this was a result of supreme confidence or supreme lack of confidence but I suspected the former.

It was a semi-formal restaurant. I had put on a tie and blazer. Mom, as usual, was dressed elegantly. All in green, she wore light green pants that, while not tight, helped to accent the curve of her hips and her trim thighs. She had on a light green blouse with tiers of ruffles across the front. There was a silky green neckerchief loosely tied around her neck.

Lisa had on a tight, knit halter-top, which exposed most of her chubby little tummy. With no bra on underneath, her floppy breasts hung down and jiggled whenever she moved. She wore a pair of denim shorts, the kind with the frayed hems at the bottom, and an inch or two of her asscheeks puffed out from the bottom on each side.

Roy had on a pair of khaki pants and a button up sports shirt that was a size or two too small. Maybe he chose that size on purpose, I thought to myself, because it helped show off the bulging muscles of his upper arms, and the contour of his well-developed chest.

"So Sally, why did you divorce your first husband?" Lisa asked, looking at mom.

I was curious to see how she would handle the question.

"I think because he was more interested in the young things he could get at work than he was in me."

"Now you've got your revenge," Lisa said with giggle.

Mom looked at her, confused.

"I mean, now you've got your own young thing," Lisa said, pointing at me.

Mom and I both smiled.

"Well, he was crazy to let you go," she continued, "and Tom's lucky to have you now. I mean, you know I've seen... all of you, and you have a great body! I'd trade mine for yours any day. Even Roy here was getting all excited talking about how hot you look."

I noticed Roy blushed slightly.

"I don't think I'd be that upset if Roy screwed around," Lisa continued with a smile, "as long as he kept bringing me the paycheck."

She took another sip of her wine.

"In fact, let me tell you a funny story, at least I think it's funny. Three or four weeks ago my best girlfriend was over at my apartment. Roy was there, and the three of started drinking this wine she'd brought with her, and before you know it, she's making these google eyes at Roy.

"So I saw this, and figured if she was 'gonna chase him, it was better if she caught him when I was around, just so I could keep an eye on things. So I just came out and told her, 'you can have him tonight. Now, if you want', and she turned three shades of red. But I told Roy to go sit beside her and console her in her embarrassment, and Roy was happy to oblige, and before you know it, they're groping and grabbing and tearing off their clothes."

I glanced at mom and rolled my eyes. She smiled.

"Now here's the funny part. You guys have seen Roy, right?"

We both nodded.

"And you noticed he's a little... big."

We nodded again. Big's not the word, I thought to myself, gigantic is more like it.

"So there they are on the couch," Lisa continued, "starting to do their stuff, and it won't fit! I mean, she's lying back ready, and Roy tries to go at it and he pushes hard and it won't fit, not even a little bit. Her cunny was just too small. So she gets all flustered and annoyed, and just gets up, puts on her clothes and leaves. Funny isn't it?"

Lisa continued, "Even I had some trouble with him in the beginning. When we first met I couldn't get it in either, so I went to the store and bought a cucumber and started working out with it, every day, sometimes two or three times a day. Then a week later I bought a little bit bigger cucumber, and the week after that an even bigger one. It took me a month of work, but I finally got my cunny big enough for Roy."

Mom looked at me and giggled. I glanced around, luckily there was no one sitting close to us. I could only imagine what they'd think if they overheard our conversation.

"Sally, do you have k**s?" Lisa asked.

"Yes," mom nodded, "I have two...daughters."

"I was thinking," Lisa continued, "in that case you could probably take Roy. I mean, after having c***dren you might be a little bit... more open down there."

Mom face turned red. She didn't respond.

Lisa was unstoppable. She continued, "Do you guys ever fool around with other people? I mean, not like last night, you were just fooling around with yourselves while we happened to be there. Do you ever trade or anything like that?"

Lisa asked the question with the same casual tone of voice as if she were asking if we knew what the weather forecast was.

Mom shook her head. "No, we haven't done that," she answered quietly.

"You should try it. If you really trust each other, I bet it would make your marriage better. And Lord knows, you guys could use a little loosening up."

"I'm not sure we're the type," mom said.

"It's all a state of mind," Lisa continued, "You 'gotta be in the right state of mind. Tom, if Sally wanted to fool around with another guy, would you let her?"

"Sure," I answered.

Mom scowled at me.

"Like, Sally, the way you dress, the way you wear your makeup..."

Mom looked at her.

"It's nice and all, but it's sort of... boring and old fashioned. I mean, with your great body, you should be showing it off. Tom would like that, wouldn't you, Tom?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." I turned to mom and gave her a big grin. She looked back at me, a frown on her face.

"Tell you what," Lisa said to mom, "I brought my cosmetology bag with me. What about I give you a going-over tonight?"

"I think that's a great idea," I said, "I think Sally needs a good going-over."

Mom stared at me. If looks could kill, I would have been dead at that instant.

*****

Roy and I were sitting in our room while the women were next door, my mom getting her 'going-over' from Lisa. Despite his quiet demeanor, I discovered that Roy could, in fact, talk. Of the four boys in his family, Roy explained to me, he was the only one to graduate from high school.

"Even though it was Vo-Tech, not the real high school," he said.

When he'd graduated, he'd been hired by the county as a backhoe operator.

"It's really an O.K. job," he told me, "I get to work outdoors, and the pay and benefits are great."

I'd done a little weight training in my time, and it was obvious from his physique that he was serious about it.

"I belong to a club," he said when I asked him about it, "I go three times a week, no matter what," he said.

I don't know how the conversation got to it, but Roy confided in me the reason he'd started his bodybuilding.

"I have this...big thing, you know," he said, looking down at his crotch, "and in high school, the other guys would see me in the shower and they'd laugh at me like I was some kind of freak. They'd call me names like Mr. Pecker or Cock-a-Doodle. I was this skinny k** with a big dick. In eleventh grade, I started working out. I knew I couldn't change the size of my dick, but I did know I could do something to my body that would let me beat the shit out of the next little bastard who called me a name."

The door to our suite opened, interrupting our conversation. Lisa took a step inside. She was carrying what looked to me to be a big tackle box for fishing. I figured it must be her famous cosmetology kit.

"All done!" she announced, swinging her free arm back and pointing to the door as if making an introduction. There was a pause.

"Come on, it's O.K." Lisa whispered out the door.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as mom stepped into the room. I hardly recognized her.

Mom's blonde hair puffed out in curly waves from her head. Her bright red lips and the red rouge on her cheeks contrasted with the dark blue eye shadow Lisa had applied. Her eyelashes were shiny black and at least a half-inch long.

There was a thin red silky collar around mom's neck, and lower, a tight red tank top that left her stomach exposed. The top was made of some loosely woven material that allowed glimpses of skin through the open weave of the fabric. It was obvious she didn't have on a bra.

Lower, a red and white plaid skirt swelled out over her hips. The skirt would have been short on Lisa, and with mom being five or six inches taller, it left almost the full length of her thighs exposed. Black thigh-high stockings barely made it to the hem of the skirt.

The red shoes on her feet had heels at least four inches high, helping raise and tauten the muscles of her calves and thighs and accentuate the curve of her ass.

But the most dramatic part of Lisa's handiwork was the tattoo. What looked like the top of a butterfly wing was visible where mom's breasts began to curve out from her chest. The rest of the butterfly disappeared under her tank top.

I whistled and began clapping and Roy followed suit.

Mom stood there in front of us, blushing bright red and staring down at the floor.

"Show them your tattoos," Lisa said, nudging mom with her elbow.

"I couldn't," mom whispered.

"I said, show them your tattoos!" Lisa repeated, but this time it was more of a command.

Mom slowly reached toward the butterfly wing and hooked one finger under her tank top there. Slowly, she pulled the top down, exposing more of the butterfly and more and more of her full, round breast. The bottom of the tattoo actually extended a half-inch onto her aureole and she dutifully lowered the top to the very bottom of the tattoo. She looked down, and once she was sure she'd shown the entire tattoo to us, she quickly pulled her top back up.

"And now the other one," Lisa said.

Mom looked at her, a pained expression on her face, as if silently begging Lisa not to make her go through this. Lisa simply stared back at her. Mom hooked her thumb under the elastic waistband on one side of her skirt and slowly began pulling it down. After she'd lowered it about five inches, the red top of a rose appeared, then lower, the leaves of the rose, then even lower, the stem, extending down until we could see the beginning of her blonde pussy hair. Again, mom glanced down, and after verifying that we could see the whole tattoo, she let her skirt snap back to her waist.

"Very nice," I said.

Hoping to break the tension of the moment and maybe relieve some of mom's embarrassment, I looked at Lisa and asked, "How long do they last?"

"What?"

"The tattoos."

"About three weeks," Lisa answered, "it depends on how many times you shower or go swimming. Do you want one?" she asked me with her devilish smile.

"No, I'll pass this time," I answered.

"Sally chose these two herself, didn't you Sally?"

Mom nodded.

"So how does it make you feel, Sally... dressing like this?" Lisa asked.

Mom was still blushing.

There was a long pause, then mom whispered, "I think, sort of...slutty."

"And do you like feeling slutty, Sally?"

Mom didn't answer. Her blush deepened.

"I think maybe you do like it," Lisa continued, "I think maybe you do like standing in front of us dressed like a slut. I think you like to show off, don't you, Sally?"

Again, mom remained silent, staring at the floor.

"Let's see how much of a slut you really are, Sally. Give me your hand."

Mom slowly raised her arm. Lisa took mom's hand in both of hers, and I watched as Lisa put mom's hand against one of her breasts. I could see mom's arm instinctively try to pull back, but Lisa held it tight.

"Now," Lisa said, "I'm going to let go of your hand, but I want you to keep it against my breast. Understood?"

There was no reply.

"Understood?" Lisa repeated, louder this time.

Mom nodded.

Lisa released mom's hand.

"Now," Lisa continued, "I want you to slip your hand under my top and put it over my bare breast."

A small whimper came out of mom's mouth. She had a pained look on her face. But I watched as her hand slowly slide off Lisa's tank top, then reach up and underneath, until it disappeared under the top, her hand cupped over Lisa's breast.

I glanced at Roy. He stared at the women, seemingly as entranced as I was by what was going on.

"Now," Lisa said, "massage my breast with your hand."

I could see mom's hand begin to move under the fabric of Lisa's tank top.

I was utterly astonished as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. It was as if Lisa had some absolute control over mom. But I knew it was more than that... I knew mom was obeying Lisa's commands because she wanted to obey them. She needed to obey them.

Lisa had intuitively tapped into some inner, hidden need of mom's. Some dark secret that maybe mom herself perhaps wasn't fully aware of. And Lisa was exploiting it, maybe because it gave her a feeling of control, or maybe just because it gave her a little cheap thrill. I couldn't know.

But I decided it wasn't my right to intercede. No physical harm was being done, no one was in danger. Mom was a big girl, she could make her own decisions. She could stop it at any time. If this was what she wanted, if this was what she needed, so be it. And I realized something else. Maybe I didn't really understand what was happening, or the reasons for it, but I did know one thing - it was tremendously arousing. My cock was rock hard, throbbing in my pants. Meanwhile, I watched in amazement.

"Now use your other hand, too," Lisa said.

Mom complied.

"Sally, look at the guys. What do you suppose they're thinking now as they watch you play with my breasts? Are they thinking about what a slut you are?"

Mom didn't answer. She glanced toward us, then back toward Lisa. Her face was still flushed as she continued to massage Lisa's breasts.

"You like it, don't you, slut?" Lisa said, a little edge in her voice, "You like being told what to do, don't you, slut?"

There was no answer.

"Don't you?" Lisa asked, louder this time.

I watched as mom slowly raised her head. She looked into Lisa's eyes and after a moment's pause, nodded her head.

"I thought so," Lisa said, "On the surface you act like some sophisticated lady, always behaving properly, always dressing perfectly, but underneath, you're just a slut whore who likes to be told what to do. Isn't that right, Sally?"

Again, mom nodded her head slowly.

"And you like to show off your body, don't you? You like to show off your body and think about how men are getting a hard-on looking at you. Isn't that right too, Sally?"

Mom turned her head away from Lisa. For a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears. Then she turned her head back, and again, nodded slowly.

I noticed that Lisa had glanced at me as she'd asked the last couple of questions. Perhaps she was trying to gauge my reaction, to judge how far she could go before I'd object. I tried not to give her any facial clues. From now on, I'd decided, it was up to mom to choose when to put a stop to it all.

I glanced again at Roy. His mouth was open, as if he, too, couldn't believe what was going on in front of us.

"Sally," Lisa continued, "undo the button on my shorts."

Mom's hands reached down and undid it.

"Now, slut, take off my pants."

Mom didn't move.

"I said, take off my pants!" Lisa yelled.

Mom reached out and slowly pulled the shorts over hips and down her legs. Lisa wasn't wearing panties and she faced us, her plump ass and bald pussy fully exposed.

"Sally, put your hand on my pussy," Lisa commanded.

A small moan came out of mom's mouth. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached her hand out and cupped it over Lisa's cunt.

"Now, slut, I want you to make me wet. Play with my pussy."

We watched as mom's fingers played with Lisa, spreading her pussy lips, stroking her fingers up and down her slit.

"That feels so good, slut," Lisa said, "now put two fingers in my pussy. Push them in deep."

Mom did as she was told.

"Take your fingers out now, slut, and put them in your mouth. Let the boys see you suck my pussy juices off your fingers."

Mom's face turned even redder. She glanced momentarily at Roy and I sitting just five or six feet away, then slowly brought her hand up and put the two fingers in her mouth, her cheeks puffing in and out in a sucking motion.

Lisa stepped behind mom. She reached her arms around and put her hands on mom's breasts.

"Should we let the boys see your breasts now, Sally?"

There was a look of anguish on mom's face.

"Should we show them your breasts now?" she repeated, "Answer me!"

"Yes," mom whispered.

Lisa yanked the tank top up and off, allowing mom's full, round breasts to swing free. I could hear Roy moan softly. Lisa cupped her hands over mom's bare breasts, then began tugging and pulling at her nipples.

"You like that, don't you?" Lisa asked, "You like to have your nipples played with."

Lisa took mom's nipples between her fingers, and slowly pulled upward, higher and higher, until, distended and stretched out of shape, mom's breasts pointed toward the ceiling. Suddenly, Lisa released her hold, and mom's breasts flew down causing her to gasp loudly.

Again standing behind her, Lisa reached under mom's short skirt and slid her panties down her hips and off her legs. Mom stood there in her high heels, wearing only the skirt and thigh-high stockings. Lisa put her hands on mom's shoulders and turned her around until her back was to Roy and I.

"Bend over," Lisa told her, "give the boys a little show."

Mom hesitated, then slowly leaned forward. As she did, her short skirt rode up her legs, exposing the smooth white skin of her thighs above her stockings.

"Stay like that," Lisa told her.

Roy and I watched as Lisa slowly lifted the back of mom's skirt, exposing her ass, smooth and round and full and inviting. At the juncture of her thighs, the mounds of her pussy swelled out. Again, Roy let out a moan.

Lisa began caressing mom's ass, then with one hand on either side, she spread mom's asscheeks apart until her little asshole, brownish-pink and puckered, was visible.

"Now," Lisa said, "I think they want to see your cunny."

Lisa lowered the back of mom's skirt and turned her to face us.

"Roy," Lisa said, looking at her husband, "do you think Sally would like the little toys we bought on the way down here?"

Roy was still staring at mom, his mouth open. He looked momentarily confused by the question, then nodded.

Lisa knelt down at her cosmetology kit, her heavy ass pointed in our direction. She dug through the kit. I saw her opening a small jar, then more digging. After a moment, she stood up. I could see something in her hand. At first, it looked like a baby's pacifier, then I realized what it was.

When my wife and I were still together, we'd played with them once or twice. It was some kind of butt plug. I hadn't seen one in years. Lisa stood behind mom.

"Stand still," Lisa said, "Don't move."

I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but Lisa put her hand under the back of mom's skirt. Suddenly mom's body jolted forward.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed, "Oh, my God!"

Her face and chest turned bright red. Her entire body seemed to quiver slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle up and down. Mom stood there for a moment, then, seemingly unable to stand up any longer, pulled a chair from underneath the table and quickly sat down.

"Oh, my God!" she repeated. She covered her face with her hands. "Oh, my God!"

"How does it feel, Sally?" Lisa asked.

Mom looked up at her.

"I... I don't know. I've never..." a shiver interrupted her words, "I've never...had anything there... like this."

"You'll get used to it, honey," Lisa said, "and besides, I've already used it a couple of times, so the battery must be getting low."

And then I understood the cause of mom's violent reaction. It wasn't simply a butt plug, it was also a vibrator. I would have bet money that mom had never experienced a vibrator in her ass before, and the shock alone would have been enough to cause her reaction.

"Stand up," Lisa said.

Mom slowly stood.

"Show them your cunny,"

Mom didn't move.

"I said, show them your cunny. They want to see your pussy now. Raise your skirt and show it to them."

Mom looked at Lisa, a begging, anguished look on her face. Then mom stared down at the floor, avoiding our eyes. She reached down and slowly raised the front of her skirt until it reached her waist. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could see her light blonde hair, and the lips of her pussy and the valley in between.

Whether from the excitement of showing off her pussy, or from the effects of the vibrator deep in her ass, a deep shiver again went through mom's body as she faced us.

"I think Roy is getting excited watching you, Sally. I think we need to see just how excited he is."

"Tom," Lisa said, looking at me, "help us check out how excited he is. Undo Roy's belt for us."

I stared back at her like she was crazy.

"Just undo his goddamn belt!" Lisa shouted, loud enough to startle me.

My first thought was to tell her to go to hell, I had no interest whatsoever in opening another man's belt, but I didn't say anything. Maybe Lisa had some sort of spell on me too, I thought. Or maybe, as with mom, she'd tapped into some inner part of me I wasn't aware of. I could see the huge bulge in the front of Roy's pants. I remembered how mom had gasped the night before when she'd seen his huge cock. For an instant, I had a vivid image of Roy and my mother together, him between her legs, his huge cock pounding into her.

I felt like it was someone else, not me, who knelt in front of Roy, like I was watching a stranger in some sort of movie or a dream. The bulge in his pants clearly outlined his erection and extended the entire way up to his belt, as if his cock was trying to push its way out the top of his pants. I pulled the leather strap out of the clasp, then, with a tug, undid his belt completely.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lisa and mom take a step closer.

Suddenly, I felt Lisa behind me. Kneeling down, she wrapped her arms around my waist and quickly undid my belt, then thrust her hands down my front, wrapping them tight around my cock. She put her mouth against my ear, so close I could feel her breath.

"You're just like your wife, aren't you?" she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear her, "You're just like Sally. You'll do anything I say, won't you?"

I angrily jerked my head away from hers, and simultaneously cried out in pain as I felt Lisa's sharp fingernails bite into the head of my cock.

I knew I was stronger than her. I knew I could throw my arms back and in one motion fling her away from me. But I didn't.

"You'll do whatever I say, won't you?" she whispered again.

Her fingers began to gently massage the head of my cock.

I looked up at mom, staring down at me. I felt Lisa's hands slowly gliding up and down the length of my erect cock. A small, uncontrollable whimper came out of my mouth. A second passed, then two seconds, then I felt my head giving a little, slow nod up and down.

"Yes," I whispered, "Yes."

"Good," Lisa said softly, "now his zipper."

I reached up and undid the little metal clasp at the top of his pants, then began pulling his zipper slowly down. As I did, the front of his pants spread open, and there, poking out from the top of his briefs, was at least three inches of his hard cock, its huge bulbous head pressed against his belly.

"Pull off his pants," Lisa whispered.

I hooked my fingers inside the top of his pants and briefs and slid them down. Roy raised himself off the couch, allowing me to slide them over his hips to his thighs. He kicked his pants off his legs. His cock, suddenly released from its bondage, sprung off his stomach and pointed toward the ceiling. It was at least eight or nine inches long, I thought, and must be two inches in diameter. Thick blue veins bulged out of its surface.

"Good," Lisa whispered, her hand still massaging my cock, "You want to touch it, don't you? You want to feel in your hand how heavy and big it is, don't you?"

Her hands continued to rub up and down against my cock.

I shook my head no, then felt her fingernails again biting deep into the head of my cock. I slowly reached up and put my thumb and forefinger on either side of Roy's massive member, barely touching it. A little shiver went through my body. Here I am, I thought to myself, twenty-seven years old, and this is the first time I'd ever touched another man.

I moved my thumb and finger over different parts of his cock, feeling the ridges and contours made by its thick veins. Then I took it in my fist. It felt hot against my hand, and so thick my fingers couldn't make it the entire way around. My fist moved slowly up the length of his cock, until it reached the head, which felt soft and smooth under my fingers.

I began to slowly move my fist up and down, in the natural motion that every man knows, but this time, I realized, for the first time in my life it wasn't my own cock I was jerking. Roy's legs were spread apart and his balls swayed with each stroke. I reached out and took his hairy sack in my other hand, massaging it, squeezing it softly to gauge the size and shape of his testicles.

I felt Lisa's hand leave my cock, and she moved until she was kneeling beside me. As I continued to stroke Roy, Lisa put her hand around his cock below mine. At the same time, I felt her other hand at the back of my head. She was pushing me forward, pushing my head closer and closer to Roy. Then in one motion, she tugged Roy's cock down until it was pointing directly at me, and simultaneously pushed my head forward until my mouth made contact with the fat head of Roy's cock.

Surprised by the sudden action, my head automatically tried to jolt back, but Lisa held it firmly in place with her hand. My mouth was closed, my teeth clenched tight together. She pushed the head of his cock tight against me, then began rubbing it roughly back and forth against my closed lips.

By simply turning my head, I thought to myself, I could escape her grasp. But I hadn't done that, and for an instant, I was confused, unsure of what was happening. Lisa continued to push my head forward. As she pushed his cock back and forth against my mouth, I gradually felt my teeth begin to unclench. My mouth opened slightly and Lisa guided the massive object between my lips, forcing my jaws to open wide. And then the huge head of his cock was fully in my mouth.

I ran my tongue over its surface, feeling its smooth, rubbery texture. Lisa had her hand on the top of my head now and began to gently push me back and forth with small little strokes, each stroke causing Roy's hard cock to slide back and forth in my wet mouth. With each forward stroke, I could feel the head of his cock making contact with the very back of my mouth, and I knew even then, only a small part of his huge cock was in my mouth.

As Lisa continued to guide my head back and forth, the saliva built up in my mouth until I felt it dribble out of the tight space between my lips and Roy's cock, making each stroke create a loud, wet slurping sound.

"Sally, come closer," Lisa said.

Mom knelt down beside Lisa.

"Put your hand around Roy's cock," Lisa said.

I could see mom's hand, only inches from my face, slowly grasp his cock, her fingers barely making it half way around its circumference.

"So what do you think, Sally," Lisa asked, "seeing your husband suck off my husband? Seeing your husband's mouth filled with Roy's fat prick. How does that make you feel?"

Mom's only answer was a small whimper. I could see her hand, lubricated with my saliva, slowly begin to stroke up and down. Roy let out a moan.

"Tell me, Sally," Lisa continued, "should I stop them now, or do you want to see Roy cum in your husband's mouth? Do you want to see his thick white cum spurting out of his cock into your husband's mouth? Or would you rather save his cum for yourself? I'm giving him to you tonight, Sally. I'm giving Roy to you. Should I let him continue fucking your husband's mouth, or do you want Roy's balls full and ready to burst with cum when he fucks you?"

I could hear mom's breathing coming a little faster. Again, a small whimper came out of her mouth.

"Tell me!" Lisa commanded.

In the tiniest of whispers, mom said, "Stop them."

"Why?" Lisa asked, "Why should I stop them?"

There was a pause. Then mom answered, again in a low whisper, "I... I want him... for myself. I want...your husband for myself tonight."

"Are you ready now, Sally? Are you ready for my husband to fuck you?"

Again, there was a pause, then out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother slowly nod her head up and down.

Lisa put her hand against my forehead and pushed my head back, causing Roy's cock to slip out of my mouth with a plopping sound. A long, thin string of my saliva dangled from its tip.

I looked at my mother kneeling on the floor, her heavy breasts quivering occasionally as the vibrator caused another shiver to run through her body. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest moved up and down with each heavy breath she took.

Lisa took mom's hand and led her to foot of the bed.

"Tom, Roy, come here," she said.

I was a bizarre scene, I thought to myself, the four of us standing at the foot of the bed. Lisa, still wearing her tight tank top, but naked below the waist. Mom, standing there, her breasts bare, wearing only black stockings and a short skirt that barely covered her thighs, her body shaking as the vibrator in her ass sent spasms through her body. Roy, still wearing his sports shirt, his massive, hard cock sticking straight out at the bottom of the shirt. And me, still fully clothed, my cock as hard as a rock.

Lisa was the leader, the tour guide, the controller. As the four of us stood there, she began to give directions, her voice soft and low, looking back and forth between us.

"Sally," she said, "get on the bed."

Mom crawled on the bed. Lisa had her lay on her back. She doubled up a pillow and put it under mom's head.

"Raise up your hips," Lisa said. She slid the other pillow under mom's ass, raising her pelvis off the bed.

"Do you know what happens now, Sally?"

Mom looked up at her.

"Spread your legs, Sally," Lisa commanded.

Mom slowly spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride high up on her thighs. Her breath was coming shorter and deeper.

"I'm going to raise your skirt now, Sally. So that we can all see your pussy. Do you want us to look at your pussy, Sally?"

A sound, half moan and half whimper, came out of mom's mouth.

"Do you want us to look at your pussy?" Lisa repeated.

Another visible shiver went through mom's body.

"Yes," she whispered.

Lisa reached down and raised mom's skirt to her waist. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, glistening wet with her juices. Lower, I could see the end of the vibrator protruding from her ass.

Lisa motioned toward Roy, and he got on the bed, kneeling between mom's legs, his cock protruding out in front of him obscenely.

"He's going to fuck you now," Lisa said, "Roy's going to put his big cock in your cunt and fuck you. Is that what you want, Sally?"

Mom's eyes had a vacant, glazed look to them. She turned her head toward Lisa.

"Yes," she answered softly."

"Take off your shirt, Roy," she said, "Tom, you should be naked, too."

As I began undressing, Lisa pulled her tank top off, allowing her big floppy tits to spring out. Roy unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.

Lisa put her hand around Roy's erection and guided it downward until its fat head brushed lightly against mom's open pussy lips, its thick head seeming all out of proportion compared to mom's petite pussy.

Holding Roy's cock tightly in her hand, Lisa slid the tip of it up and down mom's slit, pausing at the top to make little circles with it around her clitoris.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my God!" mom moaned softly.

I could hear mom's breathing coming faster, her breasts waving from side to side as she gulped for air. Her face and chest flushed red and I realized she was cumming, before Roy even entered her, an orgasm triggered, I suspected, from the combined effects of the friction against her cuntlips and the vibrator, still buried in her ass.

From the back of her throat, a long, low moan began. Suddenly, her entire body began to tremble.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she screamed out.

Her pelvis made little up and down bucking motions against the head of Roy's cock.

She let out another long, low moan, and then it was over. Mom put her arm over her forehead. Her breathing was still labored and fast. There was a long pause as she regained her composure.

She removed her arm from her forehead and looked at Roy and Lisa.

"I want it now," she whispered, "I want him in me now."

Still holding Roy's cock, Lisa used her other hand to spread mom's pussy lips, then guided the head of Roy's cock to the opening. Lisa used her hand to slowly push his cock against mom's cunt. Acting like a wedge, its fat head slowly parted mom's pussy lips, forcing itself into her hole. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" mom moaned.

I saw the muscles in Roy's ass flex slightly as he pushed his pelvis forward. Now, the head of his cock was fully inside her, her pussy lips stretched wide open, hugging tightly against him.

Mom moaned again.

Roy gave a little thrust forward, and I watched as one inch, then two inches slowly disappeared into mom's cunt.

"Yes," mom whispered, "all of it." She had a look of anguish on her face.

Roy pulled back until only the head of his cock remained in her, then slowly pushed forward, this time four inches deep, then five. He withdrew it again, then inward, and gradually, he pushed harder and deeper, until finally the black hair on his crotch met the light blonde hair of mom's pussy.

Mom let out another moan, this one loud and long.

"Yes," she said in a faltering whisper, "Yes! Do it!"

Roy withdrew his cock again. It glistened with mom's pussy juices, and I could see the thick veins on it pulsing. He slowly thrust forward, again pushing himself deep into mom. He began a steady rhythm of in and out strokes, and with each stroke, mom let out a little sound, sort of a mix between and whimper and a groan, as if the pressure of Roy's cock was forcing the sound out of her lungs.

Lisa leaned off the bed and picked up the little jar of cream she'd used earlier on the ass vibrator. She screwed off the lid and dipped her fingers inside, then turned to me and stroked the lubricating cream up and down the length of my erect cock.

She turned away from me. Kneeling, she leaned forward, and putting her hands behind her, grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them wide apart.

"Now it's my turn," she said, "I want you to do me, Tom. I want you to do my ass."

I looked at the little puckered asshole staring at me from the middle of her outspread cheeks, and I could feel a throbbing sensation running through my cock. I grabbed my cock in my fist and held its head against her tiny opening. Too far gone now to be slow and gentle, I used my thumb to push the head of my cock inside her, then in one slow, steady thrust, pushed into her until my pelvis met her hips.

Lisa gave out a short, high-pitched scream. Her ass was incredibly tight and it squeezed hard against my cock, as if her ass was trying to suck me in further. I began a slow in and out stroking motion. Lisa's arm disappeared under her, and from the motion of her elbow, I knew she furiously stroking her pussy.

Meanwhile, mom had thrown her legs around Roy's ass, locking her feet together behind him, and I had a clear view of his huge cock pumping in and out of her cunt and lower, the end of the vibrator protruding from her ass. Mom's body was covered with sweat, and her head began to roll from side to side.

"Oh, my God!" she said in a low, raspy voice, "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"

She opened her mouth and emitted a series of short, little whimpers. I could see a red flush begin to form on her face and chest and I knew her orgasm had begun.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she screamed out.

Then, as Roy's cock continued to pound in and out of her, her body went into visible spasms. Her head flew back and forth on the pillow, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

"I'm cumming," Roy moaned, and his cock pumped faster.

"Yes, cum in me, baby!" mom cried out, "spurt your cum deep inside me!"

Roy groaned, then groaned again, and with each stroke, I could see the white coating of cum glistening on his cock and I knew he was spurting deep into mom's womb. With a final groan, his body went limp and he rolled off mom onto the side of the bed.

My cock was now plunging deep and hard into Lisa's ass, my balls swinging against her pussy where her hand was hard at work. With each thrust, I could see her breasts flying out from under her.

"Fuck my ass!" Lisa shouted, "Fuck my ass hard!"

She began making little drawn out grunting sounds, and then I felt a quiver go through her body. As her orgasm swept over her, her hips pounded back against me, and she suddenly screamed, a prolonged, loud, ear-piercing scream.

As I continued to pump in and out of Lisa's ass, I looked down at mom. Her legs were spread and her pussy still gaped open wide, as if her muscles were unable to relax after being stuffed with such a huge load. Her lips were red and swollen and her entire pussy was coated with the slimy white mixture of Roy's cum and her own juices. I could see a little puddle of cum forming at the bottom of her cunt. The sight drove me over the edge and I could feel the first spasm of cum begin to erupt out of my cock deep into Lisa's rectum.

I groaned and pumped harder, feeling wave after wave of cum spurting from my cock. I held her tight at the waist, plunging hard into her, until my balls were drained of their last drop of cum. Now both of us were motionless and I held her tight for a long time, wanting my cock to remain forever in the hot, wet tunnel that gripped it so tightly, until finally, together, we collapsed flat on the bed, my cock still inside her.

The End.