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“Its time I took you home,” Fleur said. “Time you met my mother.”
I knew what that meant. I might only be nineteen, but even I knew what it meant. We were serious. Did I want to be? I was happy as we were, true I’d have liked to fuck Fleur, but she said she wasn’t ready yet. Sweet, and definitely dirty. She would suck my cock, and keep me from coming for what felt like hours. Her pussy was tight, and oh so sweet to the taste. Even her arse wasn’t out of bounds, at least to my fingers, or my tongue. Penetrating her with my cock other than her mouth was the no go.
“Yes, I’d love to meet your Mum,” I lied. What else could I say. If I said what I really thought, “no I don’t what to met the old bag,” I’d be back to wanking, at least in the short term. I still wanked of course, I mean who didn’t, but it was an extra, not an instead of. Fleur liked to watch me wank sometimes, but then of course I liked to watch her finger herself.
“So when?” I asked.

It was two days later, when with some trepidation, I walked up to Fleurs’ front door. I took a deep breath, then rang the bell. She must have been watching from the window, as she opened the door in a heart beat. She was so pretty, long blonde hair, full lips, and big wide eyes, that looked as if you could almost swim in them. Her tits were big, but not so big that they drooped when she took her bra off on those rare and wonderful occasions, I’d checked her bra size out, the label had read 36c. Her hips were a bit slimmer, her legs long and so well toned. Her arse went with the legs, toned, shapely. It was a peach. A peach I loved to bury my face in. God I wanted to fuck it.

I walked in. Beeswax. I smelt beeswax. The floor was parquet, and led into a f****y room at the back of the house, which in turn led out onto a terrace at the rear of the house. And on the terrace was a hot tub. She hadn’t told me they had a hot tub.
Her Mum was sitting in the sun, reading a magazine. I had been hoping the old bag would be out, and I could try and persuade Fleur to fuck. I wanted her virgin pussy so badly, my cock hurt just thinking about it.
All thoughts about Fleur and her virgin cunt went out of my head, as her mother stood up. The old bag captivated me the moment I saw her. Fucking hell, she was gorgeous, a vision. A vision of what Fleur would mature into. Her hair was wavy, long wavy and blonde. Her breasts was a bit bigger than Fleurs’, her waist trim. Like her daughter she was long legged. She held out her arms in greeting, then pulled me close, as she gave me a welcome hug. Her scent was unlike any perfume I had ever smelt.

“Pleased to meet you Jack,” I said as I hugged him. I was impressed, my daughter clearly knew how to pull a hunk, and hunk he was certainly was. He pulled me close, and my breasts were crushed against his muscular chest. His arms wrapped themselves around me, and as they did I felt a growing monster in his trousers. My daughters boyfriend had a hard on. A hard on caused by me. And what a hard on. A vision flashed through my head, a vision of him fucking my daughter, his cock like some huge piston pumping in and out of her pussy. My stomach did a flip, as it filled with butterflies. My pussy tingled. I f***ed myself to break the hug, which had gone on too long, at least for a mother greeting her daughters boyfriend for the first time. And I was wet.

Jack hugged Mum, for just a moment too long, at least for my liking, not that I was jealous, I didn’t mind. As they broke away, I noticed Jack had a hard on. Giving my Mum a hug had made his big cock come to life, and there it was straining inside his trousers, hard. I could just see the outline. I wondered if Mum knew what effect she’d had on him. For a second I saw them fucking, his big cock inside her, as she bucked beneath him, while I fingered myself. As soon as I thought it, I was wet.

I sat down with difficultly. My cock was rock hard, which I did my best to hide by trying to keep sideways to Fleurs’ mother, Lindzi. She sat opposite me. Her legs were tanned, and I wondered if she was tanned all over. My cock throbbed, I needed to think about something else. I looked over towards Fleur, she sat half way between us. Her legs were crossed, revealing an expanse of thigh, her chest rose, and fell. My cock hurt. I thought of Pythagoras’s theorem, then ran through the thirteenth times table in my head. That helped, as did Newton’s first law of motion. I suddenly realised I was being spoken to. I looked across at Lindzi, just as she uncrossed her legs. A brief glimpse of white panties, white lace. Very white. Pure white, unlike my thoughts, which yet again increased the pressure on my cock.
“Err, sorry Lindzi, I umm.” I mumbled incoherently.

“I said, would you care for a glass of something,” I asked.
I felt sorry for him, I could see his cock was if anything harder, although, bless him he tried hard to conceal it. I wondered if I should leave them, perhaps Fleur could do something with it. And with that though I felt my nipples harden, despite the warmth of the day. Did my daughter suck his cock. My own mouth watered at the thought. No probably not, she. How old was he? Then I remembered, she had told me, he was nineteen. Nineteen with a cock the size of a baby’s arm. Nineteen, and without touching me, he had made me wet, made my nipples erect. My throat was dry. Did he fuck my daughter with that big thing, did she scream with pleasure, I knew I would. Knew I would, not might, but would.
“Oh yes please, Mrs……err….Lindzi, that would be great,” he finally replied, his face flushed.

I watched Jack, his cock was still hard, I could see, even though he tried to hide it. Mum crossed her legs, I wondered if he could see her knickers, wondered if he could see her pussy through the material. I thought for a moment. She had been wearing her white lace bra and knickers this morning, so he might be able to see. She always wore sexy underwear, always matching bra and panties, unless she didn’t have a bra on. I suddenly saw her walking across the landing wearing her white lace knickers, no bra. She walked into my bedroom, and found me fucking Jack, then joining us on the bed.
“Sorry Mum, what did you say?” I asked.
“Did you want a drink as well?” Mum said.
“Please, with lots of ice,” I asked.
She got up, and immediately Jack eyes darted to her. I wondered if she’d flashed him.

As Lindzi got up, I caught the briefest glimpse of cleavage, a view down her top, where her wonderful breasts nestled in a white lace bra. As punishment for my thoughts, my cock throbbed painfully.
“Has my Mum given you a hard on Jack,” Fleur asked.
“No, well, errm, well yes, sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I mumbled.
“Here,” Fleur said, “let me, help.”
She quickly unzipped me, and pulled my cock out of my trousers.
“Fucking hell Fleur, your Mum will be back in a minute,” I exclaimed.
“She’ll be longer than that, she’s got to get my ice, and that always takes her ages because she doesn’t want to break her nails. Come on, she can’t see from the kitchen.”
Fleur dipped her head, her hot mouth encompassed the head of my cock, then she slid her open mouth down the length of my shaft, until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. It was so good. She was so good. Without doubt the best cocksucker I had ever know, so that was four. Four girls had sucked my cock, but Fleur was by far the best. Plus she loved to do it. I knew that she would be a great fuck, once she let me penetrate her, once she felt my balls slapping against her arse as I fucked her tight virgin pussy.

I ran up to my bedroom, which was at the back of the house. I pulled my knickers to one side, and ran my fingers across my aching cunt. I had felt its heat through my knickers. I was wet, just how wet surprised me, I was soaking, as were my panties. I thrust two fingers inside myself. That felt better, almost instant relief. I thrust them in and out of myself. I suddenly thought, “what if Fleur came looking for me?” I looked out of the window, you could just see the terrace from the window. I looked, I could see them. My eyes were transfixed. My daughter, my little Fleur was sucking Jacks big cock, and what a little cocksucker it seemed she was, as head bobbed up and down. I thrust my fingers deeper, imagining I was with her, sharing the cock with her, enjoying it with her, that huge hard cock. She took her head away, and began licking the shaft, down to his balls. I could see his hand under the hem of her dress, moving frantically. My fingers kept time with his. Without warning I got a clear view of his cock, its massive purple head, and at that moment, he came, a huge torrent of cum shot upwards, as he came, so did I. Fleur took the cock back into her mouth, catching the flow of cum that followed that first torrent, and as she did I came again, then a little orgasm, then a ripple of one, until finally I was finished. I was breathless, my legs jelly. I looked out again, Fleur was cleaning his cock with her tongue, I wondered what his cum tasted like, knew I wanted to taste it, needed to taste it. I had to hurry, I pulled my knickers back into place, although they were wet, as was my pussy. Drinks first, then I would change them.

Jack had his fingers buried deep inside me, as he came. The first jet shot into the air, then landed on the bodice of my dress, I put my mouth back around his pulsating purple, wonderful cock, catching all the remaining cum in my mouth. As I did I came on his magic fingers, which he had plunged into me, and then hooked forward. I didn’t know why, but I loved that, I had tried, but couldn’t do it to myself. He never failed to make me come when he did that. I wondered if my Mum would like it if Jack fingered her like that. I came again, just thinking about it. Suddenly I heard a noise in the house. Mum. I pushed his cock back into his trousers, and he sat back, as did I, my knickers still pulled to one side. I inclined my legs, hiding my shame. Mum carried a tray on which were three tall glasses, filled with ice and soda. She placed the tray on the table, and as she did, I saw Jacks flies were open. I groaned inwardly.

I glanced at Jack’s crotch. He was no longer hard, and I noticed his flies were still open. I almost laughed out loud, but managed to suppress the urge. I noticed the string of come still wet on Fleurs’ dress. “Oh dear sweetie,” I said, “you’ve spilt something on your dress.” Before she could react, I reached out, and wiped some of it with my finger. Then surprising myself I popped my finger into my mouth, savouring the salty taste of Jacks come, imagining sharing his cock, and all this come with my daughter. Fleur went bright read, knowing she had been caught out. She’d know I’d know what the liquid was.
“Mmm, nice I said,” sitting back into my seat.
I looked across at her, as she squirmed in her chair. I noticed although she tried to hide the fact, that her knickers were pulled off to one side, before she inclined her legs to one side, obscuring the view. I wondered what she tasted like, did she taste like me.
“I must really get a grip,” I thought. Fleurs’ young boyfriend comes around to meet me for the first time and I suddenly become some nympho, what had got into me. The trouble was I couldn’t make the feeling go away.

The moment Mum saw Jacks cum on my dress, I knew I was dead. Dead, buried, and totally grounded. In short, fucked. She was going to go absolutely fucking mad any second. She wiped it with her finger, and I imagined her say “what this my girl?”
But she didn’t. She just licked her finger, and said “Mmm, nice.” Then she sat back down, and if I didn’t know better, flashed her knickers at my boyfriend. A thought entered my head, the thought of sharing my boyfriend with her. I wouldn’t mind, she was my best friend. She could show me things, teach me, and who better. My nipples were hard at the thought. Then suddenly I knew I wanted to, but would she want to, would Jack? Yes of course Jack would, after all his hard cock had been for her, not me. So how? I had no answer.

Fleur was quite, always a bad sign. I knew my daughter, she was plotting something. Jack sipped his drink, thankful I thought that his cock was no longer hard. But I wanted to see it hard again, and I meant see it. I wanted to feel it inside me, deep inside me. I wanted to fuck it, fuck him, fuck his brains out in a meaningless bout of hot sweaty sex. “Oh fuck,” I thought, “my cunt was wet again.” I wanted to fuck him, watch him fuck her, fuck I even wanted to taste my own daughters pussy. But how, would he want to, would she. Well he would, he was a man, albeit young, but a man when all was said and done. No, how could I get my daughter to share. She’d think I was sick, and I supposed I was.

At last I could sit here comfortably. My cock was no longer hard. Fleurs’ tongue and mouth had worked its magic. I sipped my drink, suddenly aware that my flies were open. I moved my hands across my lap, to conceal it from Fleurs’ Mum. Covered I relaxed again. Relaxed, but suddenly aware of something, but without a clue as to what it was. I looked towards Fleur. She was looking at me, but not looking, she was thinking something, but what, probably how she could suck me off again, as I played with her cunt, and maybe fingered her arse at the same time. She was always hot for it, but surprisingly not ready to go the whole way. I looked back at Lindzi, like her daughter she was miles away, so much so her legs were slightly parted, giving me a clear view up her skirt. Suddenly, I felt my cock stir again, I was getting hard. Oh fuck not again. What was it with that woman, ever since I’d got here my cock had been erect. Erect because of her, and she had not done a thing, just being near her was doing it, the sight of her panties caused bl**d to flow into my cock. I moved, so both hands, and my glass were across my lap. My heart sank, not only were my flies open, but Fleur in her haste hadn’t pulled my pants right up, they were half way down my arse, and under my testicles. There was nothing stopping my cock emerging from my trousers. I needed to sort this out, but how. Life was flowing into my cock, and Fleurs’ Mum would surely kill me.

I knew I needed to take the lead, after all Fleur wasn’t likely to, and nor would Jack. No it had to be me, but how. I could hardly say to my daughter, “how about we have a threesome.” Suddenly I knew I wanted to. God that’s disgusting, but then again I didn’t care. I looked over at Fleur, she moved to put her drink on the table, her legs parted, and I saw her knickers were pulled to one side, her pussy exposed, then it was gone. My mouth watered at the sight, at the thought of tasting her. But how. I looked over at Jack, he was getting uncomfortable again. Then I remembered, his flies were open. Was his cock out of his pants as well. Was nothing holding his cock back. Only one way to find out. I opened my legs, knowing that Jack could now see straight up my skirt, pity I’d left my wet knickers on, still wet, they’d be almost see through, and they were soaking. I was sure he could see my cunt, I let him look, and hoped, prayed that nature would do the rest.

She sat opposite me. She was gorgeous. She was my girlfriends Mum. And I could see her pussy through her knickers, they were the same white lace panties she’d had on earlier I was sure, but for some reason they were now see through. I saw she shaved, her pussy was exposed, her outer labia slightly open. I wanted it to open further, open wide, so I could see her inner lips, see it all. Bury my face in her. I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her daughter. Right then I wanted to fuck them both. My cock was rock hard now, out of my trousers, fucking thing had a life of its own, and I knew my life was about to end.

I was so preoccupied, deep in thought. I wanted to share with Mum. That was so wrong, I knew, but I wanted it all the same. She’d throw me out, out onto the streets. I didn’t care, my nipples were hard thinking about it. I was sure she’d seen my panties weren’t on right, she’d know Jack had been fingering me. I was dead, and homeless already. I looked at her, she was sitting funny. I looked at Jack, he was flushed. His hands crossed across his lap. He couldn’t be hard again, surely. Then I realised what he was looking at. He was looking up my Mums dress, and she was letting him, in fact she had opened her legs so that he could, like some slut. Then the penny dropped. Did she want my boyfriend, did she want to fuck my boyfriend?? She did, I was sure. I didn’t mind, I wanted her too. But I wanted to be there as well, I wanted to watch her fuck him, and let her watch, as Jack took my virgin pussy, Mum would hold my hand as his big cock tore me apart. But did she want him to herself, would she share. No she’d think I was sick. She slap my face, and call me a slut.

It was time, I knew. It was now or never. This was either going to be fantastic, or the end of my relationship with my daughter. It was beyond reason, my hormones coursed through my body. My pussy was on fire. Jacks cock was visible to me even as he tried to hide it. I suddenly stood up, and grabbed his glass, his hands tried to keep hold of it, and in doing so, his cock was left uncovered, standing erect, like a flagpole. And what a flagpole. He was truly huge.
“What do you think you’re doing, playing with your cock and looking up my skirt,” I said loudly, though not shouting.
He looked mortified, I almost felt sorry for him, but the game had began, I was playing to win, if not for keeps. Fleur was on her feet, mouth open. Would she want to play along. I didn’t care, I knew I did.
“Right, indoors, both of you!” I stormed.
Once inside, I said “ I’m going to ring you’re parents, right now.”
“Oh Mum, please don’t, he didn’t mean it, it was my fault, I unzipped him when you got the drinks.”
“Unzipped him! In my house!” I said.
“I’m sorry Mum, but if someone needs to be punished it should be me.” Fleur pleaded.
I pretended to give it some thought.
“Alright, then both of you will be punished, alright.”
They both readily agreed.
“Fleur, come here.” I said. She stood beside me. I wiped a finger on the semen on her dress, tasted it again. “Did he come on your dress?”
Fleur went bright red. She nodded. I lifted her dress, and sure enough her knickers were off to one side, her swollen pussy exposed. I noticed she had shaved it, leaving a small area of pubic hair above her swollen labia. I dropped the dress.
I sat on the sofa, and had Jack stand in front of me. “You come to my house, abuse my daughter, and spend half the afternoon looking up my skirt. Did you like what you saw?”
He nodded, and mumbled something.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”
“Yes, Mrs….Lindzi, yes I liked what I saw.” He said clearly enough for both me and Fleur to hear.
“Then perhaps you should have a proper look,” I said, lifting the hem of my dress, showing my knickers. My white lace panties transparent.
“Mum,” Fleur began, and then was silent.
“Now, let me see what you’ve been hiding all afternoon, get it out.” I commanded.
He smiled then, knew I wasn’t going to ring his parents. He unzipped himself, his cock sprang upwards. I reached out, took hold of it, and without another thought closed my mouth around it. I deep throated him, he was huge, I almost gagged, before I lifted off, and whirled my tongue round the head. I licked the glands, cupped his balls, my free hand disappeared down the front of my panties.
“Mum!” Fleur said.
I lifted off, and looked at her. She ought to have been outraged. She wasn’t.
“Want some,” I offered.
“Mum, he’s my boyfriend, it should be me offering you. And yes I do want to. Are we going to share?” Fleur asked.
“Do you want to?” I asked my daughter.
“More than anything,” she replied. “I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon, and you wanted to all the time!”
“No one has asked me,” Jack said.
“Shut up Jack, we know you want to,” we both said together.
“Ok, but I get to fuck you both.” He said.
“He’s like any other guy, his brain are in his cock. Of course we’re both going to fuck you, then fuck you again. Want to ring home to say you’re staying over,” I said.

He went onto the terrace to make the call.
“Mum, thanks, I’ve wanted to share him with you. Mum, will you teach me how to, you know,” Fleur said.
“I don’t need to teach you how to give a blow job, you are awesome at that,” I told her.
“You watched? You did! So you knew it was come, you wanted to taste it. Mum!”
“Sorry, couldn’t help it. You really don’t mind?” I asked. “We can stop this now.”
“No way. I want to.” Fleur asked.
“If you want to, lets just see how things go. No pressure, just enjoy and see where we end up.” I told her.

Jack came back in. “You weren’t joking were you Lindzi?”
“No Jack, we not joking. Now get your kit off.”
We watched him strip off, then he stood before us, his cock sticking out obscenely.
“You’re boyfriend, you first,” Mum said.
I knelt in front of him, and licked his cock, licked the shaft, the glands, ran my tongue along its length. I enjoyed it, I loved to suck cock.

“I see you know your way around that thing, wow it really is big, and so hard, here let me have a go,” I said.
Together I shared his cock, I sucked cock with my daughter. It was a hard, throbbing thing.
“Maybe we should slow down a little, after all, we have all night.” I said to Fleur.
“Ok Mum,” she said.

I watched as Mum, gave Jack’s cock a final suck, then she stood up. She unzipped her dress, then let it fall. She stood in her bra and panties, they were a matching set, as I knew they would be. She was lovely, the perfect woman. I noticed Jack’s cock was harder than ever, at the prospect of her taking her knickers off, and getting her tits out.
She bent her arms behind herself, unclipping. The bra fell away. Her tits hardly fell as they were released. She smiled at me. I knew it was my turn. My dress joined hers on the floor. I was suddenly shy. I’d wanted this, and now I was a bag of nerves. She must have known how I was feeling. She undid my bra, then held me from behind, held me close. I felt her breasts pressing against my back. She cupped my tits, squeezed them. My nipples hardened, between her fingers and thumb.

Jack watched us. He walked towards us, he cupped Fleurs’ pussy, through her knickers, he excited her, his hands now down the front of her panties. Her nipples were rock hard, I kissed her cheek. He watched me, then reached around her, with his free hand. His touch was electric, although it was probably my anticipation. He flicked my clit, and I came immediately. Fleur smiled at me. Then I heard my daughter order her boyfriend to use his mouth on me. He pushed me to the sofa, pushed me back onto it, pulled my knickers down, spread my legs, and buried his face in my wet cunt. He was good, very good. True he needed some finesse in the lead up, but he was doing it with his tongue. I came again, loudly “oh fucking hell, yesssssssssss.”

“My turn Mum,” I said.
I sat down beside her, spread my legs, for my boyfriend to eat me out. He kissed me first, and I tasted her juices. They were like mine, but different, muskier. I liked it. As he went between my open legs, I kissed her on the lips, my tongue in her mouth, hers in mine. We kissed as Jack licked my pussy. I was so wet. I wanted him inside me, but I was scared. What does a girl do when she’s scared. She asks her Mum.
“Mum, I’m scared. His cock is so big, it’ll never fit inside me.”
“Yes it will. Look, look at me. It will.”
I watched as Mum spread her legs wide, then using her fingers opened her pussy. She opened her outer labia, then her inner lips.
“Look, I’m no bigger than you, go on put your fingers inside me. Go on,” She said.
I did as she told me, Jack watching his prick hard jutted out in front of him. I gingerly pushed a finger into her cunt. It was wet, so wet and slippery. I pushed it in right up to my knuckle.
“Now, put another finger in, go on it won’t hurt.” Mum said.
I pulled my finger out, then with a second, pushed it back in again. I looked up at her, she smiled.
“See I’m no bigger than you, How many fingers have you put inside yourself?” She asked.
I blushed, “I like two.”
“You want to see how my pussy opens as Jack’s cock goes into me?” She asked.
“If you don’t mind,” I said, my fingers moving u*********sly in and out of her.
“Make me wetter then,” She said.
I concentrated on my task. I noticed her clit was poking out of its hood. It was hard, a little button of pleasure. I rubbed it with my thumb, she reacted immediately, groaning. I looked up at her, and saw she was sucking my boyfriends cock. I looked back at her pussy, then touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. I didn’t know if I should do this, but I did it anyway. I moved her clit with my tongue, twirled it around. Hers legs tightened around me, gripping me. “Oh Fleur, that’s fantastic, don’t stop, don’t sto……….p, I’m comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig,” she almost screamed.
My tongue traced the outline of her inner labia, it was wet, wet and musky. I breathed her in. I loved the taste of her, her juices leaked out of her, I lapped them with my tongue. I drank her in. She came again.

“Fuck me, Jack,” I instructed him, “fuck me while my little girl watches.”
I let go of his cock, wet from my mouth, a line of red lipstick clearly visible two thirds of the way down it shaft. The line marked the extent I had been able to get in my mouth, down my throat, until I almost choked.
Jack moved Fleur away from my hot pussy. She had made me come with her fingers, then again with her tongue, I looked forward to taking my turn with her pussy, but now I needed a cock inside me, a big hard throbbing cock. Jack’s cock. He might only be young, and my daughters boyfriend, but he had one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. He was between my legs now, his cock at the entrance to my cunt. He pushed gently, I relaxed. The swollen purple head slipped inside me, I bit my bottom lip, as the monster slid deeper.
“Oh Jack, that’s fucking wonderful, fuck me Jack, fuck my cunt,” I told him. “Can you see Fleur, can you see Jacks cock inside me?”
“I can see Mum, I didn’t think it would fit. Does it hurt,” my daughter asked.
“No darling, its very… big, I know, but its ………oh Fleur, I’m cummmmmmmg, aga….in, fuc….k meeeeeeeeeee.”

I couldn’t believe it. I’d arrived expecting Fleurs’ Mum to be some old bag, but it turned out she was gorgeous, and hot. My cock had been hard from the first. When she saw my cock protruding out of my trousers I thought I was dead, my Mum would have hit the fucking roof, yet here I was fucking not only her, but watching my girlfriend go down on her own mother. And now my girlfriends mother wanted me to fuck her, while my girlfriend watched. I’d nearly come in her mouth as I watched Fleur eat her own mother out, making her come. Now Fleur sat back, with eyes wide open as I pushed my cock into her mothers steaming hot cunt. I penetrated her, her pussy clamped itself onto me, then she’d cum, and I wasn’t half way in. She bucked, and screamed how she was coming. I pushed deeper, then started to fuck her, I pulled back, then in, over and over, each time pushing in deeper. Fuck she was some fucking slut. She cried out for God, then to Fleur. She swore, bit, scratched. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to fuck her all night. My cock was all the way inside her, her legs were wrapped around my waist. She fucked against me, holding both arms around my neck. She used me, and I loved it.

Mum’s body was covered in sweat, it shone. She was in ecstasy, I could tell, I wished it was me. I wanted that cock. My boyfriends cock. I had watched as her pussy opened and it seemed to me, sucked him in. He was grunting now, sweating. His cock almost a blur as he thrust into her. Her hips moved in time with him, in a circular motion. She came again and again. Then Jack grunted, “I’m coming oh fuck yesssssssssss.”

I felt him come deep inside me, his sperm hot as he flooded me. He trembled, and was spent. I continued to use his cock, sliding up and down it length, as I slowly calmed down. Suddenly I felt guilty. Guilty and ashamed. I’d fucked my daughters boyfriend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I’d let her watch. He withdrew his cock, and I felt his come trickle out. I looked up, to see Fleur sucking his cock, sucking drops of come from it. It was slick with my wetness, she cleaned it.
“Tastes good Mum, want some, come on!” Fleur said.
I was exhausted. The big cock had been soooo good. I had wanted this, then again, so had Fleur. Jack? Who the fuck cared about Jack, he was here to be used. He’d enjoy it of course, boast about it to his friends.
“Course I want some, darling,” I said, joining her. Sharing with her.

He was hard again. It had taken what seemed an age. Twenty minutes. A lifetime. We’d sucked him, licked him. Sat on his face in turn. Then we’d kissed each other, played with each other pussy’s. That had done the trick, his cock stirred.
“Your turn darling, better get you ready.” I told her.
I went down on her, my own daughter, my tongue probed inside her, I was greedy. Hungry again. I drank what poured out of her, not spilling a drop.
Then it was time.
She was nervous. My little virgin girl was scared. Scared and excited. Jack sat back on the sofa, his cock hard and waiting. Fleur straddled him, lowered herself slowly, until the tip of his cock just touched her cunt.

I lowered myself slowly. I felt it touch me. I nearly pissed myself. Mum was there, I was glad. She would be there as I lost my cherry. Jack could have my virgin pussy. I felt Mum fingers, as she held my pussy lips open, opening me for Jack. His cock pushed against my cunt. I lowered myself a little more. I opened, and he slid in little. It hurt, but not as much as I thought it would. He pushed up, his cock going in a bit further.
“Oh Mum, it hurts.” I said suddenly.
“It will soon pass, Jack push it in, keep pushing until its all in. Do it gently, do it NOW!” Mum shouted.
Before I could do or say anything he pushed up, up and into me. It seemed to go on forever. It didn’t, it took seconds. I loved it. The pain was gone, so was my cherry.