Holidays and Letting the Genie Out of the Bottle
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The penultimate chapter. Enjoy!
When the time was right, I slowly removed my fingers from Erika’s sopping. velvety clutch, repeatedly affirming to her how beautiful and sexy she was.
Looking over, I saw that the blindfold had returned to Mom’s eyes, and my father had migrated down between her widely-spread legs ... his mouth firmly planted at their juncture. Mom sighed lustily as he began to worship at her finger-fucked quim. I briefly caught his eye and shot him an encouraging wink. He returned the wink and doubled his efforts, bringing both hands up to her breasts to play with her hardened nipples.
“Oh baaaaby,” she hissed, “That’s it ... Eat my little girl out,” she urged, her fingers laced in his grey hair, holding him tightly to her bon bouche.
I followed Dad’s lead and slowly made my way down between my own wife’s silky thighs to enjoy one of my favorite past-times. There we were, father and son, side-by-side on our stomachs, worshipping at our wives’ holy alter.
I wasted no time, and began gently rubbing my entire face over Erika’s freshly-shaven crotch, enjoying the new sensation ... coating my cheeks with a mixture of her intoxicatingly musky juices and the tropical massage oil. I made sure to rub my nose slowly over her throbbing clit and pliant lips, inhaling the familiar musk of her loins. I made sure to touch her as softly as I could, seeing as how she had just experienced a powerful orgasm. Her whispered moans told me that I was doing something right, and her hands helped to guide and encourage me.
“How’s that smooth pussy?” Dad eventually asked between licks.
“Heavenly!” was my one-word response before returning my full attention to the warm delicacy before me. Without the barrier of her pubic hair to hinder me, my tongue was able to explore the full range of her mons. I took great pleasure lapping hungrily at the previously-hidden flesh lying above her hooded treasure, and spent the next few minutes focusing on her sensitive areas to the left and right of her clit. This drove her wild, as evidenced by her change in breathing and bucking pelvic motions. To increase her pleasure, I brought my hands up to her soft breasts, and began caressing them very lightly, intermittently milking her peaked nipples.
“Oh baby, that’s soooo good,” she moaned. “I wanna feel your tongue deep in my pussy.”
I obliged by meticulously working down the slick edges of her slit, taking the opportunity to thoroughly suck and nibble her rubbery lips. My tongue soon found the source of her warm, weeping flow, and lapped greedily at it.
“Aw baby, you’re so damn juicy!” I managed to mumble.
“Took the words right outta my mouth,” Dad chimed in. I looked over and saw his mouth positively dripping with Mom’s prodigious output. I must have been in the same condition, because a huge grin poured over his face. “Looks like you need a bib over there.”
“Speak for yourself,” I shot back.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Lemme see whatcha got over there,” he said, craning his neck to admire what I was feasting on. I responded by proudly spreading Erika’s legs wider for his curious gaze.
“What kind of Japanese dessert do you call that?” he asked, staring lustfully at my wife’s goods.
“Candied fig,” I joked, rubbing my fingers side to side like a washboard over her slick, dark labia. This brought both a giggle and a wiggle. I then used my thumb and middle finger to spread her glistening petals wide so that Dad could appreciate her delicate pink inner flesh. He seemed noticeably impressed ... needing to adjust his excited manhood.
“Nice ... very nice ... Well, this here is pure American pie,” he said, proudly spreading Mom’s thighs for my own inspection. “The wrapper is definitely on the pink side compared with your tasty-looking Japanese treat, but it’s just as moist and delicious.” He likewise took two fingers and peeled aside her large, meaty lips. I marveled at their size compared with Erika’s ... thinking they were probably the result of years of attention and (ab)use by Dad. Of course, my own birth all those years ago probably didn’t help matters. Yet there it was ... my mother’s naked sex, shimmering brilliantly with a mixture of her own copious juices and Dad’s saliva.
Breaking the spell, Dad lifted the taut hood barely hiding her engorged clit, and said in a lowered voice, “See, there’s even a nice big strawberry on top!”
“And I’ve got a cherry on mine,” I retorted proudly, removing the hood hiding Erika’s sensitive little bud.
“Impressive!” he growled.
“Uh huuuummmm,” Mom suddenly interrupted. “If you gentlemen don’t mind ... less talking, more licking. My little girl is getting cold with all your jabbering.”
“Here here!” seconded my wife.
“Well well, let’s see what we can do to warm you girls back up,” Dad said with a wicked smile. His face quickly disappeared back into the valley between Mom’s thighs. I followed suit, leaning in sideways to collect both of Erika’s pliant labia in a full kiss. The sounds of our slurping and the women’s breathy sighs once again filled the air.
After a few minutes, I heard loud smacks to my right. I looked over and saw Dad stretching and releasing releasing Mom’s meaty labia. He did this repeatedly, and she appeared to enjoy it thoroughly.
“That’s my, baby ... fire up those big, hot lips, Bobby,” she instructed.
Meanwhile, I was busy concentrating Erika’s slick hooded clit, lashing it with my tongue from side to side, then taking it completely in my mouth to suck it properly. Erika’s legs quivered and bucked. Her stomach muscles rippled and her head shook, letting me know that I was doing my job well.
“Ohhh baby ... you suck it so goood,” she finally growled.
“That’s it, Charlie ... Nurse on that sweet, Japanese cherry,” encouraged Dad, taking a short break from his own snack to observe my handiwork. “You’ve got her legs shakin’ pretty good there, so you must be doing something right.”
I looked up and was surprised to see that Mom had once again removed her blindfold ... probably curious to see what her son was doing so well. We locked eyes wordlessly as I lapped Erika’s pussy from tip to tail and then enveloped her entire box to continue my tongue lashing.
“Looks like you know how to treat a lady well, my boy” she finally said proudly before returning the blindfold and lying back to enjoy more of Dad’s tongue in her own twat.
Based her breathing and movements, I knew that Erika was on the edge of another orgasm, so without a word, I released my lock on her pussy, flipped her over on her stomach, and raised her ass into position. With her legs spread, the lips that I had feasted on so thoroughly lay slightly ajar, framing a delicate sponge of pink flesh that I longed to explore in even more detail. I admired the sight, before bringing my mouth in for soft kisses of appreciation. I kissed her bon bouche over and over, telling her how beautiful her pussy was and how sexy she looked. My kisses finally gave way to tentative licks of her protruding clit, and then I buried my nose completely in her pussy and lapped feverishly at her clit once again, drawing more “ooohs” and aaahs” from her lips.
When I came up for air, I noticed that Dad had gotten Mom in the same position, with her tail raised high for the taking. Her full ass squirmed and wiggled as he buried his face in her musky furrow and expertly ate her out.
“That’s it Bobby,” Mom cooed. “Get your tongue in there ... Oh yesss, baby ... keep licking her right there.”
Dad enthusiastically heeded her instructions, producing a cacophony of hums and slurps as he feasted hungrily once again on her honey pot.
With Erika near the edge, I decided it was finally time to take her sweet pussy the way I had been longing for all morning. As I raised myself up on my knees for doggy-style entry, I glanced over to see how Dad was doing with Mom.
“Getting ready to take that little girl out for a spin?” he asked.
“Sure am!”
“Mind if we make this a double date?”
“Be my guest,” I offered.
He rose up on his knees alongside me and positioned himself behind Mom’s haunches, also in preparation for doggie. For her part, Mom presented a willing target; her upper body was virtually flat on the cushion, and her ass was high with knees splayed wide. I was amazed at her flexibility in taking up such an inviting pose despite her age. But before accepting Mom’s tantalizing invitation to enter her holy land, I watched as Dad prepared her more thoroughly through a series of sensual rituals.
First, with a firm grip around the base of his cock, he brought its fleshy tip to the yawning gate of her smooth furrow. Slowly and deftly, he guided his meaty foreskin brush up and down her sensitive valley. With an artisan’s feathery touch, he continued to tenderly slather Mom’s labia with the copious precum of each brushstroke. This drew a wide smile from Mom’s unoccupied pair of lips.
“Oooooh ... that’s it baby. Slick my little girl up good ... That’s it,” Mom whispered.
Following Dad’s lead, I brought the head of my own cut cock to my bride’s pouty lips and let my equally prodigious flow baste her already glistening mons. Dad glanced over and gave me a wicked smile.
“That pussy looks sooo good,” he mouthed silently.
“It is!” I mouthed back silently, nodding and smiling.
Erika cooed and started playing with her tits as I ran my tool up and down her pink valley. She moaned louder when I brought our most sensitive nodes into contact, letting them slip and slide over each other. Feeling more brazen, she eventually brought her hand to my cockhead and guided it to and fro as she liked.
Mom also began transforming from a passive canvas into an active participant, as she began greeting Dad’s movements with oscillations of her own-- marking his sheathed glans with her flowing juices. In this way, their genitalia intimately danced, kissed, and caressed, as I’m sure they’d done many times during their nearly 50 years of marriage. It was only that THIS time, I was finally witness to that play.
“Aww God, baby! That’s it ... Now tickle my clit with that talented cock tongue of yours,” begged Mom.
Heeding her request, Dad positioned his pulpy tip over her hooded button and flicked it rapidly ... furiously lapping at Mom’s prized bundle of nerve-endings. He looked over at me with big smile, knowing the pleasure that his ministrations were providing her.
“Yeah ... yeah ... uh huh ... uh huh ... there,” cooed Mom, as she reached down and used her fingers to splay the large pink petals of her dew-laden flower even more for Dad’s tip. For his part, he was taking great enjoyment in delicately flailing her sensitive bud. A look of satisfied concentration permeated his face.
“Ohhhhhhh yeeeeesss,” Mom hissed, as Dad continued to tickle her fancy. “I’m almost there, babe! Don’t stop ... oooohhhh. I’m almost there, Bobby. Is Charlie watching? Is he watching you tease my box?”
“Yeah baby. He’s taking it aalllll in.”
And watch I did! I saw my mother writhe on the tip of my father’s cock, spellbound by her body’s reactions as her climax approached with building intensity. I listened to her production of moans and expletives in the throes of pleasure. I watched her grab at her thighs, spreading them even further, unabashedly laying her cock-whipped pussy bare to her husband (and son).
“Oh Charlie!” she panted, trying to get the words out, “Your daddy ... he makes me feel soooo good, baby ... he knows just how to tease my little bitch ... but I must look like such a whore.”
My eyes were fixated on her pussy, watching Dad continue his ministrations. “No shame in being a whore for the man you love, Mom,” I replied, grabbing his shoulder as he worked her. “You look fucking sexy as hell.”
“Oh baby ... oh baby ... it feels soooo good ... I love being your daddy’s slut ... Just watch ... I’m almost there ... He’s gonna make me cum all over his cock ... Ohhhh shhiiittt, Bobby ... I’m cumming ... I’m cumming,” she announced through pursed lips. Then, unexpectedly, a thin jet of juices ejaculated onto Dad’s cock as he continued using his fleshy tip to lap at her climaxing clitoris. Mom writhed under the stimulation and let another smaller flow of juices erupt. As her unhooded knob grew too sensitive for direct stimulation, Dad dropped his cock and simply massaged his bride’s flexing ass and thighs, helping her through her obviously intense climax.
“That’s my girl, that’s my girl. Let it out,” he encouraged lovingly, as he continued caressing her body, which was now glistening with a prominent sheen of sweat. Mom shuddered and moaned for a few more minutes, panting heavily as she came down from her orgasmic plateau.
“You sure gave my old boy a little shower there, didn’t you, love,” Dad chuckled. Then turning to me he beamed with genuine pride. “Still as juicy as the day I married you, Mrs. Evans,” he said, smoothing her warm ejaculate into the skin of his still-rigid tool and pendulous ballsack.
Mom’s breathing remained ragged as she gathered herself. With her ass still planted high in the air, her fingers languidly caressed the folds of her spent vagina, marinating them in the remnants of own ejaculate.
“Oh baby ... hhh ... hhh ... you make me cum so good,” she panted, once her breath had found her.
“That’s right, babe ... but that was just the appetizer. I think your little girl is ready for the main course.”
Dad grabbed Mom’s ass firmly and placed the tip of his anxious tool between her moist lips.
“How about you, Charlie?” he said to me before taking the plunge. “You think Erika’s ready for a good ride?”
“Erika, is DEFINITELY ready for a ride, Papa Bob,” chimed in my wife unexpectedly.
“That’s what I’m talking about, darling!” chuckled Mom. “A girl who knows what she wants.” She reached out and grabbed Erika’s hand.
“Well, I guess it’s time to give these hot little ladies what they need, my boy.”
We nodded to each other and then slowly pressed forward, simultaneously slipping into our wives’ warm furrow just as smoothly as gentlemen slip through the sleeves of a fine silk shirt. I saw Mom’s jaw go slack, and heard a rich harmony of moans evacuate both women’s lips as inch after meaty inch of our cocks pushed beyond their relenting vaginal ring, searching for a deep, warm haven. Although the pathway to Mom’s womb had been traveled by Dad’s talented instrument innumerable times, never before had she been taken like this ... under the curious gaze of her son.
Once we were fully planted, Dad and I released our own harmony of pleasured sighs, and gave our women tender caresses along their thighs, ass, and back.
“Oh baby ... THAT hits the spot,” Mom eventually cooed.
Leaning back a bit to give me a peek at the spot of their consummated union, Dad flashed a satisfied smile. “You probably guessed already, but your momma here sure knows how to handle this old cock,” he said proudly, giving her bottom a few spanks.
“Well, she definitely looks full up,” I replied hoarsely with my heart thumping in my throat. The scene was completely intoxicating ... the first time I’d ever seen my father’s thick cock stuffed snuggly in Mom’s inviting hole.
I decided to reciprocate by withdrawing a bit from Erika to let Dad enjoy the sight of his son’s cock planted in a tight Asian pussy. His eyes hungrily devoured the scene before smiling and addressing Erika. “Looks like you know how to handle a cock pretty well yourself, little lady.”
“Charlie has given me LOTS of practice,” she shot back in her sexiest voice possible. “I guess he’s made me his little Japanese slut.”
Dad glanced at me with raised eyebrows and an impressed look.
“Like Charlie said, there’s no shame in being a slut for the man you love, little girl ... Well, Charlie, I guess it’s time we show these hot little ladies just how us Evans men ride pussy,” he stated bluntly.
The women giggled a bit at his macho bravado, but those titters quickly gave way to husky moans as he buried himself back to the hilt in Mom’s puss with a firm thrust. Once planted, he began making small movements with his pelvis, minutely flexing his muscled haunches. He began to increase the strength and frequency until he was grinding slowly and methodically into Mom’s welcoming furrow. As time passed, he rotated his hips even more dynamically ... like a man half his age ... swirling and churning the honey in his wife’s familiar pot. These movements coaxed more whines and coos from her lips.
Seemingly satisfied with his initial visitation, I watched as my father withdrew slowly, inch by inch ... his ruddy, veined member glistening with an abundance of Mom’s primal juices. He looked at me with a satisfied smile during his retreat. “Like I said ... Just as juicy as the day I married her,” he observed, pausing briefly with his only his knob still docked, presumably letting me relish the sight of them joined in carnal union. He then he began his return, inch by turgid inch, to the warm depths he had just explored. He closed his eyes, and another satisfied sigh escaped his lungs. Arriving at his destination, he gave Mom’s full bottom a few more firm spanks.
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