N-Mom is sitting on the hood of her VW Avalon, watching you from across the parking lot. Although she can't hear your conversation, she seems... displeased, to say the least. Rather than go back inside, you go talk to her.
"Do you remember the whole stranger danger thing?" N-Mom says. "Strangers are especially danger at the moment. Uh. Dangerous."
"I think I'm about ready to go home," you tell her. "I... ate some bad cheese."
She goes for the door to the car.
[ ] Bring Amber back home with Summer and Will.
>[x] Just bring Summer and Will back home.
[ ] Give Summer and Will a quickie goodbye and just go back home with your mommy.
"Do you know what Ophie's doing?" Amber says when you return to the dance, cupping a hand to her mouth, half-whispering, and pointing up at the catwalk above.
You shrug. "Noah, I guess."
She blinks. "How the hell... you're not supposed to scoop me! I scoop *you*! What the fuck!"
"I'm going home. You want a ride?"
Amber sighs. "I have to stay until they start kicking people out. Solemn StuCo duty."
"I'm taking Summer and Will home with me," you say, trying to sweeten the pot.
"Coooool," Amber croons. "I really wish I could tag along. But I'll see if I can taste your pussy on either of them tomorrow."
"Whether," you say.
"Huh?"
"You'll see whether you can taste my pussy on either of them tomorrow..."
Amber slaps you upside the head.
---
On the car ride home, Will sits up front, and you sit in the back with Summer. Will makes small talk with N-Mom:
"How many people do you arrest? Like in a week."
"I don't do arrests. That's not part of my job anymore."
"But, like, you still could. Right?"
"Well, sure. I'm an FBI agent. I have the authority to detain people if there's probable cause."
"So you could arrest me? Like right now even?"
"Did you a commit a crime?"
"No. I mean. No. I don't think I did... did I?" Will grows worried. "I didn't commit a crime, did I?"
"Did you?" N-Mom asks.
"Oh shit. Do I need a lawyer?"
It goes on like this.
While those two are distracted, Summer rubs your thigh. "Are you gonna fuck him?" She whispers.
"Do you want to?" You ask.
She shrugs. "Dicks are fun to play with. But I'm not really into guys."
"I can give him a chaste kiss goodnight and take you back to my room, then. That's fine by me."
"No way. Don't let me rain on your slut parade," she says. "I might not be super into guys, but..." her rubbing of your thigh grows more insistent. "...That doesn't mean I won't like seeing *you* get fucked."
You cast a furtive glance up front. N-Mom is busy explaining to Will that you should never ask a cop "do I need a lawyer?" but rather just say clearly and affirmatively "I want a lawyer." He's struggling to grasp the concept.
"Play with my cunt," you whisper.
Summer is happy to play with your cunt anytime, anywhere. Your slutty outfit makes it easy. She slides her hand through the gap in your dress and you shiver as her fingers make their transit across your inner thigh. Summer's soft hands are so skilled after all your careful instruction -- she's so good at fingering you. You hold her by the back of her head and tug her face towards yours. N-Mom can see the two of you making out back here, but she has no idea that Summer's busily getting you off, too. Regardless, you see her watching intently in the rearview as you and Summer swap spit. You deliberately make your kissing loud and lewd. Summer draws your hand across the black, velvety fabric of her evening dress and gets you to finger her as well. There's something so nasty and fun about masturbating each other in the back seat of a car while your own mother watches on...
Of course, this is all only a warm-up. The real fun starts at home.
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N-Mom is fit to be tied by the time you get through the front door. Having watched the two of you lez out the entire way home, she's been turned into a nervous, horny wreck of a woman. Her desperate thirst for Summer is starting to amuse you, the longer it goes on -- she gets this turned on, just seeing Summer kiss you. She's blushing and sweating as she pulls her shoes off in the foyer and hangs her purse off the rack. She almost trips stepping forward, and bumps into the table by the door. "Oo-oops," she stutters.
You, Summer, and Will all take off your shoes as well, and step deeper into the house.
"You three have fun -- out here in the living room... make yourselves at home, have some snacks -- watch TV if you want... Will, just go ahead and let me know when you'd like me to take you back to your place."
"What about me?" Summer asks, cocking her head.
"You can stay the night," N-Mom says.
Summer giggles stupidly.
"Uh... i-if you want," N-Mom adds.
"My mom would totally freak," Summer says. "She's all worried ever since I got kidnapped. But don't worry about taking me back. I'll catch a Luber."
N-Mom makes a little "nnn" of assent.
You plop down on the sectional, tired after a long day.
"You got kidnapped?" Will says.
"Long story," Summer says. And shockingly, Will is perfectly fine with that answer.
"Do you mind if I raid your kitchen, Mrs. Keki?" He asks.
"Go ahead," N-Mom tells him.
He's gone in a flash.
N-Mom pulls off her blazer and throws it over the back of a chair in the dining room on her way to the patio door. Trying and failing to be casual, she announces: "I'm going to go and relax in the hot tub out back. Summer... you're welcome to join me."
"What about me?" You ask, smiling wryly. "Can I hang out, too?"
N-Mom struggles with how to answer that in an unsuspicious way.
"It's fine," you tell her after letting her hang for a few moments. "I won't butt in. You'll just have to wait for my sloppy seconds..."
Being on a hair trigger, so close to orgasm -- sitting here in your living room with a wet pussy barely concealed by your cheongsam, and just waiting for the chance to get off -- has made you really bold. N-Mom stammers. "You -- but -- Will is still here, too."
"Yeah," you say.
She stares.
"Go swim," you tell her. "We'll make ourselves at home. Just like you said."
Summer takes a seat beside you, and kisses you on the side of the face. She gives N-Mom a cheeky grin. "Yeah, Noelley. I'll be out in just a couple minutes. Get the tub warm for me. I'll be warm for you too~"
N-Mom leaves through the sliding-glass door. She doesn't put a bathing suit on first. You know why: she's going to be skinny dipping.
"It's pretty hot that you're sharing me with your Mom," Summer says, getting in your lap. She sits with her knees on either side of you and flips her hair back. You love how this position makes her tower over you. Her body shadows your face.
When Summer leans in to suck your neck, you glimpse Will standing over her shoulder. He's back from the kitchen with a bag of veggie straws in hand. He munches loudly. "Oh, are you two gonna have sex?" He says. "I'll peace out, then."
"You can watch," Summer says, squeezing your shoulders and starting to grind on top of you as she plants wet kisses on your neck and face. You kiss her back.
"Do you mind, Wes?" He asks.
You shake your head.
Summer grins at you. Uncaring of the fact that Will is behind her, she tugs her dress up, and takes it off, sliding it over her bronzed body. Her dress was more constrictive than you thought, and as she frees herself, her thighs and her tummy and her beautiful tits all expand a bit, flopping, glistening with her sweat. If that feels half as relieving for her as it looks, you can understand the sexual little mewl she lets out. She tosses the wadded-up garment to the ground.
She had no bra. And now she presses one of her bare breasts to your face, makes you suck the nipple. It's damp with her sweat. She laughs, mischievous, her tongue poking slightly out -- always loves to gently bully you. "Think Noelley is out back diddling her skittle right now?" She says.
"Probably," you say.
"You might have caught just the tail end of it the other night, but your Mom is a real wild bitch. Noelley likes all the same stuff you do. She spread my ass and rimmed me. Begged me to step on her. Even wanted to sniff my armpits..."
"Did you let her?" You ask.
"Why not? Your Mommy's a pervert freak, just like you. And aren't I just too nice to pervert freaks like you?"
You hear the gentle rustle of the snack bag being set aside, and feel a shift in the air pressure; although you can't see it over Summer's body, you know Will is quietly sitting down to watch the two of you go at it.
You freely grope Summer's tits with both hands. But they're so fleshy and sticky, soft, pendulous, and heavy, that they can hardly be thought of as tits anymore -- more like udders. Summer's got udders, and she gets off on pressing them against your scrawny body. As heavy as she is, her all-over softness makes her comfy. She's like a weighted blanket. Her normal stink of lotion and sweat is somewhat overpowered by a tropical perfume that reeks of pineapple and coconut. And yet there are parts of her that smell so strongly of her natural scent that it could never be masked with any perfume, lotion, or soap, in any combination or quantity. These parts, the smelly parts, are your favorite parts of Summer: the crease of skin between her armpit and the side of her breast. The damp crevice between her tits. The sultry space between her thighs. Of course also the swampy confines of Summer's armpits themselves, and her drippy cunt, and the heaven between her ass cheeks, and her stuffy, sweaty feet -- the spots where she stinks the worst of all, are your favorite spots to bury your face. You are your mother's child, after all.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Summer asks Will.
She climbs off your lap and leans up against the corner cushion of the sectional. Will is sitting in the recliner facing you, looking hot under the collar -- and his trousers are bulging.
"Would you... want to?" He asks you.
You don't respond with words. Just get onto your tummy and spread your legs open. At least one person didn't clock that you were going nopan tonight: Will lets out an audible gasp when he sees your bare cunt through your dress. "Whoa -- you don't have panties on..."
Will could be an Olympic undresser. He gets his clothes off in seconds flat. You find it especially thrilling to be fucking like this right in the open -- where either of your parents could stumble in on it, and at least one already knows. To have Will and Summer both totally naked out here, using your body in your own home, under the bright overhead lights of your living room.
Amber didn't lie. Will has a nice cock. Surprisingly thick for a boy of his lanky build, and curved. When you think of how the curve makes it perfect for battering your G-spot, you involuntarily squeeze your legs together and feel a dribble from your throbbing cunt. Summer pulls off her panties and sits with her hands on her knees. She scooches forward far enough for you to eat her. She adopts a semi-reclining posture, her elbows propped against the back of the sectional, just perfect to watch you lick her pussy and Will stick his cock in you.
Will fishes a condom out of his wallet and puts it on without saying anything about it. He does this so naturally and unquestioningly, and so fast, that you don't try to talk him out of it. But it leaves you inwardly a little disappointed. Why does he have to be so goddamn responsible?
You focus on eating Summer out. She smiles and strokes your hair like you're an obedient pet. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth pretty quick if you keep doing that," she sighs. The slick noises of your tongue across her taint, her cuntal opening and her labia echo off her sweating thighs and fill your ears. Then you feel it: Will's strong hand against your bare ass, spreading you -- then his meaty cock pushing its way into your twat. His boyish groan of pleasure at that moment of entry is honestly really cute. A dick with condom on it feels strange -- smooth, slick, rubbery. But you can also still feel his vital heat through the thin sheath of latex and know, even if it's wrapped up, you're getting fucked by a real, human dick. It's good. Having dick in you always makes you want to cum right away.
Will gets himself balls deep inside you and props himself on his hands.
"Don't be afraid to go rough on her," Summer instructs him. "She can take a dick just as good as she eats pussy."
"She's really tight..." Will says, somewhat strained -- struggling, you think, not to cum too soon. You plant deep wet tongue kisses on Summer's vagina.
"Feel good?" Summer asks him.
"Uh huh," he moans.
"I bet she does," she says through gritted teeth. Summer puts her fingers through your hair and starts to hump. Gently, but steadily, she fucks your face. You realize she's working in tune with Will. When Will thrusts forward, Summer swings her hips back. When Will pulls out, Summer jams her crotch against your face. This syncopated piston motion makes you feel like a meat doll stuck between two rapists. Will's cock is thicker than most toys you're used to, and the constant pressure against your walls, of his shaft and glans forcing them apart, is enough to make your legs quake.
It just isn't going to get you off, though. Your brain really has been fried: if you're gonna take dick, you have to take it raw.
Summer understands your dirty mind implicitly. She clasps your face between her hands and, looking you in the eye, she says, "something the matter, babe?"
"Huh?" Will says, stopping inside you -- considerate enough to pause if he thinks something is wrong, but too horny to pull out. It's not a coincidence, you think, that he stopped when he was balls-deep. His itchy, impatient dick twitches and flexes in you.
"Never hurts to ask," Summer tells you. Sage advice. She nods slowly, encouraging you to do what you want to.
"You... don't have to wear a condom." Your voice is low, almost to the point of whispering. You don't look over your shoulder at him.
"Me?" Will asks.
Summer giggles. "Anyone."
"You mean... you want me to take it off?" Will says.
You nod.
He thrusts in and out of you a couple times, almost as if by reflex. Your breathing grows heavier. You've got him totally overwhelmed by horniness, and now you're offering a raw pussy-fuck to him, something he's surely never had before. "But... I want to be able to cum with my dick in you," Will says. "I don't want to have to pull out."
You wonder whether he's actually resisting or just bargaining to see how far you'll go. Either way, you tell him: "you can still cum inside."
Will pulls all the way out of you. You twist your head to watch from over your back. His cock bobs in the air, springy, the exterior of the condom wet with your juice. He sits back on his knees. Considers the offer. His better angels are losing out to the baser part of his teenage male brain, that's doubtlessly screaming at him to lunge for this chance to breed. "Is it safe?" He finally asks.
"No," you say, because it isn't, and that's what makes it fun.
He pinches his fingers around the reservoir tip of the condom and keeps them pinched there for a few seconds, wavering, and clearly wracked by the conflicting thoughts in his head. But when you wag your hips back and forth to grab his attention, as if to say "hurry up already, my cunt is waiting" -- the decision is made. He tugs the condom off and plunges back into you, this time raw.
Your heart almost overflows with warmth and exhilaration when you feel his naked, spongy cockhead pushing past your vulva. The engorged, searingly hot shaft of dickmeat pressing, skin-to-skin, against your interior. The gooey sensation of his precum staining you. This is how fucking was meant to be. You bow your head and suck on Summer's pussy lips with renewed vigor. She makes a series of cute, almost pained "ahhhhn~" noises, and writhes around. You keep her somewhat still and spread-open by pressing on her impossibly squishy thighs. You need her cunt in your mouth right now as desperately as you need this dick up your cunt.
Will has an athlete's stamina and speed. The permission to fuck you raw and cum inside has also given him a newfound vigor. His hips smash against your ass on every instroke, and it stings as bad as being spanked. It sounds like an over-excited audience member clapping. He grunts and sighs to himself, lost to his own bliss, and since you gave him unfettered permission, you figure he probably won't even warn you before he cums. That's how you want it.
As Summer begins to cream you, your mind fills with lewd, half formed thoughts. That your cunt is a toilet. That you're a free set of holes for cocks to make a creamy mess in. That you're a filthy dyke slut who'll spread any girl's ass wide and suck on command until she cums in your hair. That you're a cum gutter, a semen tank, a jizz rag. That your mouth is a urinal, that your face is a sex toy, that your lips are made for munching carpet and that your uterus is made for spunking in. You think of cum dripping down your underfed legs, and off your sleep-deprived face -- male cum, female cum, it doesn't matter. You're made for cumming on. You're a walking set of meat holes, here to help anyone who wants a ride to dump their load.
And then even these thoughts dissolve, replaced by a pure, searing whiteness in your mind -- the total absence of conscious thought. You truly become the meat hole you envisioned, as Summer rubs herself on your face and Will works to get himself off inside your gash. Summer's ass lifts from the couch cushion; she balances like a tripod on her haunches and a single balled-up fist, her other hand viciously gripping your hair. She spreads so wide that her knees point in opposite directions. Will bears down until he's lying almost completely over you, and drills your cunt into oblivion. Neither of them care about anything other than cumming. Their pleasure, their orgasm, is all that matters. You, the thing between them, are just a convenient instrument to use.
They cum. Summer is first. She leaks her fragrant cum all over your face and hair, just how you like. You gulp and swallow, trying to contend with the sheer volume of it, but it's never enough. She nearly drowns you with her pulsing waterfall of cunt-cream. Only a second or two later, Will lets out a deep, masculine sigh of sheer relief, gets himself fully inside you, and spunks you. His orgasm is powerful and hot, and he wiggles his hips side to side to milk it all out, to smear it around your womb. These motions of his come by instinct, of course, but you know what the instinct is for: his body is making sure he inseminates you as deeply and as completely as he can. His exploding cock expands and throbs so nicely as it paints your insides. Being creamed from both ends like this makes you hit your climax, too. And as the orgasm tears through you, something you never expected: Will puts a hand on your head to join Summer's, and presses your face even harder to Summer's cumming pussy. His forearm flexes and he demonstrates real, cruel strength -- debasing you, and helping Summer get off as hard as possible.
When Summer and Will are both done cumming, and you can finally come up for air, you feel like a used-up tissue. You feel drunk, too -- dazed, confused. You struggle to rise to your butt and sit with your back against the backrest. You're dirty all over and you stink of sex.
"That was fucking great!" Will says as he stands again, panting. "Thanks Wes!"
Your glazed eyes notice a glob of cum still pearled on Will's cockhead, connected to a dribble that runs down the underside of his shaft. Weakly, you tug him towards your lips, and kiss his messy cock clean. You're a full-service toilet, after all.
Will laughs and pets your matted hair. "You guys wanna shower?"
"I have a date with Wes's Mom," Summer says. "So it would be a waste of water."
Will pulls his wilting cock away from your lips.
"I need to catch my breath for a few minutes," you tell him. "Besides... I like having your cum in me."
"*Nice*," he says, with genuine enthusiasm. Then: "Well, do you mind if I go shower?"
"Down the hall... second door on the left," you say between gulping breaths.
"Thanks, homie."
He goes.
"I'm gonna go ride your mom's face," Summer says. "'Kay?"
"I thought you wanted N-Mom."
"Huh?"
"...Nevermind. Go have fun."
Summer hurries out the patio door.
You sit there on the sectional for a long time, arms limp at your side, staring off at nothing, just enjoying the warm feeling of Will's semen oozing from your slit and Summer's pussy cream dripping off your nose. You feel so nasty and used, and you want to keep that feeling going for a while. And so, even as you hear the front door unlocking, and footsteps entering, you don't move a muscle.
K-Mom is home, and she sees you sitting there in the living room. It takes a few moments for her to notice anything is amiss. As she pulls her shoes off in the entryway and hangs her coat, she says: "oh, Wes. How was homecoming? Did you have fun on your date--"
Rounding the corner, she sees and smells the mess you've made of yourself. She stands there in mute, frozen shock before you.
"I had a lot of fun on my date," you tell her leeringly.
K-Mom tries to say something, but no words escape her lips. So you add to the perversion by flipping the front of your dress up, to show K-Mom the cummy mess of your cunt. The spunk glistens in the light, rolling in thick globs off your labia, down your crack, and pooling around your ass, trapped against your skin by the rear hem of your cheongsam.
"See?" You say.
K-Mom's legs give out and she collapses sitting on the recliner. You slowly begin to masturbate, playing your fingers through your sperm-coated pussy. You scoop some jizz out and spread your fingers to show her how it spiderwebs between them, and then you lick your fingers clean. She presses her thighs together, rubs them sensually over each other as she watches. You show your mother, in graphic and unashamed detail, how you play with yourself -- pausing occasionally to scoop more of Will's copious jizz from your used-up twat and slurping it down. Legs spread, cunt open, you masturbate for K-Mom's enjoyment.
K-Mom's hypnotic trance breaks all of a sudden. She looks all around. "Where's Noelle? Is that her in the shower?"
"No, that would be Will... the guy who's cum I'm dripping." K-Mom draws a shuddering breath. "N-Mom is out back, with Summer... skinny dipping in the hot tub."
K-Mom prances over to the patio door and looks out. Whatever she sees makes her say, "oh my god." She looks back at you: you're masturbating again.
So, half stumbling, she rushes back over to the living room, pulling her jeans down on the way there. She ditches her panties, too. From her purse, she pulls a vibrating egg. Your eyes follow as she settles back in the recliner, legs spread wide, with only her toes digging into the thick carpet.
"Let's be quick," she whispers. She's smiling. This is your naughty secret: mother and daughter jilling off for each other, racing not to be caught.
Your fingers dig into your newly hot and horny cunt. K-Mom clicks the toy on and presses the shiny pink plastic to her clit. It buzzes nicely, and she gets an even more blissed-out smile on her face. Her olive thighs and dark cunt are so pretty -- lush and plump looking. The fact that she's doing this for your enjoyment, showing herself off to you, makes it even better.
It's wordless, furtive, and fast. You and your mother keep your eyes peeled firmly on one another's cunts as you play with yourselves. You reflect on how perverted this is, how immoral it is for a mother and her girl to be masturbating with each other. You're both badly compromised, this way, too: if N-Mom came back inside or Will ended his shower, you'd be caught. K-Mom's pants are on the floor more than ten feet away, so there would be no way for her to deny what's going on. She fingers her pussy and gyrates against the buzzing egg.
As you feel yourself getting close, the noise of the running shower suddenly cuts out. Will is done in there -- and he could be stepping out at any second. "Fuck," K-Mom heaves -- too close to cumming to stop, but knowing she really should.
"Mommy..." you whisper.
"Baby," she whispers back. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum for you..."
"Me too," you tell her.
K-Mom bites her lower lip, and pulls her hands away. She spreads her legs even wider. Totally hands-free, without any further stimulation, she cums in a wide, squirting arc. She sits with her tailbone on the edge of the seat, so you can see everything, everything. You watch the lurid sight, sucking cum off your fingers. You mirror the way she sits forward in her seat, to show yourself off to her as well. And like that, throbbing genitals on display, winking asshole spread open and slick with spunk, you rub out a nice, warm, squirting orgasm of your own for your mother to watch. K-Mom's pussy cums so hard it visibly shudders.
Coming back to her senses just in time, K-Mom dives forward, scoops up her discarded pants, and races up the stairs. Seconds later, Will comes out, dressed again.
"What was that?" He asks, listening to K-Mom's thudding retreat.
"K-Mom. She's always in such a hurry, you know?"
Will doesn't understand, but he nods anyway. "So are you gonna get cleaned up, then?"
"Yeah."
You rise and turn for your room. You pause, though, to watch through the patio door. Will stands at your side.
"Your Mom really is a freak..."
"Yep."
Out in the the hot tub, your mother, stark naked, has Summer -- also stark naked -- pinned in place. She keeps one of Summer's arms held in place high above her head. She has her face buried in Summer's armpit, making out with it -- and is rubbing herself on one of the hot tub's bubble-jets at the same time.
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