You didn't bother to dispense with your clothes. She just unzipped you, and fished out your dick, and started to play. Now, in the middle of the day, with sunlight streaming through the windows, Charlotte Mallory jerks you off on her living room couch.
"Did we fool around like this before?" She asks, as her soft but nimble hands twist around your shaft. She pauses to slather more lotion onto your cock, from the little tub sitting out on the coffee table. She likes to make it messy -- because, she always points out, "your cock likes it messy."
"We did," you grunt. "I fucked you all the time..."
Her swift jerking motions stop for a moment, as she absorbs that. "Really?"
You nod.
She starts again to tug your cock. This time her pace is quicker, but somehow just as sweet and gentle. The way Charlotte jerks you off is motherly, in its way. As if she's trying to soothe you by massaging a knot from your neck or calf, chaste as can be -- and not trying to milk you of your cum. Sitting just beside you, she hunches forward a little bit to stare lovingly down at your member while she works. Her double-barrel handjob technique makes a steady, slick thwapping noise that's deliciously lewd. Her hands are able to wring such wonderful sensations from your prick.
She flings her hair back over her shoulder, and looks up at you. A couple stray droplets of lotion have landed on the lenses of her glasses, but she doesn't seem to mind.
"Was your mother involved, too?" Charlotte asks.
"Everyone was... her, Rose, Cerise..."
Charlotte pauses. "Did you really call me Mom -- back then?"
You nod.
"Even when we... fooled around?"
You nod again.
She kisses your cheek, and brushes her face against yours as she whispers to you: "please keep doing that..."
She pulls away to lock eyes with you, eyes shimmering with need and uncertainty. You smile to reassure her and reply: "anything you say, Mom."
"Alabaster..." she coos. Her voice lilts with adoration. "I always wanted a son... let's fuck."
"Is that okay?" You ask, anxiously glancing towards the front door. You're more concerned with being walked in on than the mere fact of Charlotte's adultery. This was supposed to be a quickie, after all. She replies with: "it's fine, honey, really. If Saul can go have sex with random women whenever the mood strikes him, I'm entitled to help my son blow off some steam. Don't you agree?"
She licks her lips as she stares down at your pulsating cock. She likes to pretend that she does this to help you relieve your stress (some things never change). The reality is that she's a horny degenerate bitch, and your dick is her stress relief toy equally as much as her cunt is yours. She never fails to get off hard on your cock. In a hurry, she kicks herself free of her oppressive jeans and yanks off her itchy sweater... revealing, beneath the clothes, her plump but shapely body. If Rose keeps a body half as sexy in the future, she'll have no choice but to become your baby factory -- you won't be able to help yourself. And she may object to it, but you know Charlotte won't. Charlotte would have you knocking Rose up right this instant if she got her way. She's as baby-crazy as Mom.
Clad only in her silky black panties and matching bra -- what a naughty thing to wear under her unassuming outfit -- she straddles you and hugs your neck. "You can use your mother's pussy as much as you need to," she whispers. "Don't hold back."
So it's like that: although she sits atop, she wants you to do all the moving. You take her about her hips, squeezing hard and finding no bone, only flesh. She's hot but your touch makes her shiver. And as you nudge aside her underwear with your prick, to find the sticky, clean-shaven hole underneath, a perfect match to her daughter's -- you thrust inside her. Unable to contain herself, she throws her head back and moans like a sow.
Fucking her in this position feels a lot like using a life-sized onahole. That's the fantasy Charlotte wants to fulfill... she wants to be your masturbation toy today. You have no qualms taking part in that depraved daydream. You keep a firm grip on that squishy, fleshy midsection of hers, and bounce her up and down on your cock as you stab your prick into her over and again. The syncopated pace of it is erratic but forceful, and soon her swampy insides are leaking all over the front of your jeans. She's such an indecent woman, Charlotte Mallory, unable to keep her lewd body in check. She apologizes again and again for making such a mess of your clothes. "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry for staining your jeans -- Mommy doesn't mean to -- don't stop, don't stop -- I'm sorry, baby, Mommy's a slut -- " And through it all, she doesn't stop cumming on you.
As the two of you fuck with utter abandon, you lose track of time. This raw, sweaty mating with Charlotte Mallory's stress-relief hole has a way of doing that to you. And so you do get walked in on, exactly as you had feared.
Thankfully it's by a member of the family who's fully in-tune with the perversion. Your loving soon-to-be-wife comes through the door, and catches you fucking her mother. Her reaction isn't to freak out, but merely to tut: "Good lord... I can't leave you two alone for five seconds anymore, can I?"
Charlotte meets eyes with her girl by arching her spine and tilting her head back. She holds the sides of your arms for balance. "Oh, honey... don't be so selfish... we can share."
Rose is always a little jealous of her Mom. She saunters up, around the couch, and strokes your shoulder from behind as you continue to rail Charlotte. Her blonde tresses tickle your cheeks as she leans over. She tries to entice you away. "Alabaster... why are you wasting time like this? Shouldn't you be having sex with me instead? I won't be 16 forever, you know..."
"Your pussy will be... if you age like your Mom..."
Charlotte likes that, a lot. She squeezes your prick with her insides in appreciation, and a trickle of her cream spurts out, too.
"Tch -- pig!" Rose barks.
"He's telling the truth," Charlotte says, her voice vibrating slightly as you bounce her up and down on you. "Mallory pussies age like fine wine... if he was blindfolded, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between us!"
---
...Which inevitably leads to the greatest competition of mother and daughter ever to unfold. Rose uses her mother's panties to blindfold you, and her mother's bra to tie your hands behind your back. This immobilizes you from any inadvertent groping in the heat of the moment, and keeps the competition pure. You will have only the friction of their cunts against your dick to judge who is who.
The first pussy to sink down on your turgid prick feels a lot like Charlotte's... no, maybe it's Rose's. Both girls are moaning, like a couple of bitches whisked in from a hardcore porno -- working in league to keep you from getting any clues. You hear, too, the nasty sound of them kissing each other, as this mystery pussy begins to slide up and down. The warmth, the rubbery tightness and stickiness of it leaves no doubt whatsoever that this is prime Mallory pussy, but Charlotte was exactly right... they age like wine. You really cannot tell. Charlotte's 36 year old pussy is just as nice a cumdump for you and your massive dick as Rose's 16 year old pussy is. These fleshy lips, the way the tucked-in labia get pulled further inwards and rumble with raw lust while you fuck, the way the internal body heat increases seemingly without bound... you realize that everything you love about fucking Rose's pussy is everything you love about fucking Charlotte's pussy.
"Mommy... Mommy..." Rose pants. Your dick twitches just hearing her say it.
"Are you going to get pregnant today?" Charlotte asks.
"I'll try... I'll really try... will you let him cum inside me?"
"He's going to cum inside us both, honey. He's so backed-up, I can tell... we both need to take care of it for him. Let's wring him dry, okay?"
"Yes, Mommy..."
You shudder as the divine sensation of fucking a cunt gets replaced by air wafting across your unmated dick... whoever was on you has suddenly dismounted. You try to reach out, frustrated. But you can't. Your hands are tied, after all. You can only moan instead.
Rose's face is pressing against your right cheek. Charlotte's face is pressing against your left. Each Mallory girl has a hand wrapped around your cock, and they jerk you in tandem.
"Who was that?" Rose asks.
"Was it me?" Charlotte asks.
"...Or me?" Rose asks.
You shake your head mutely. You've no idea.
"Guess we need to keep testing," Charlotte says.
They let go. Soon after, a second pussy is wrapping its creamy insides around your oozing prick. ...Or is this a fakeout, and they're giving you the first pussy again? You furrow your brow, trying to focus, but wave after wave of insane pleasure is beginning to overwhelm you. You buck your hips to meet the hips of your anonymous fuck-bitch.
"He's so worked-up," Charlotte coos.
"What a disgusting man," Rose purrs.
Divorced of visual stimulus, the carnal pleasure of a Mallory cunt is still enough on its own to coax you to climax. This Mallory cunt, whoever it is, is about to make you blow your load. It's going to be a big one. You warn them with a deep rasp: "I'm gonna cum--!!"
Instead of pulling off, the cunt you're fucking presses down on you. Her pussy swallows your dick up entirely, to the root. Then using her full weight, she mashes against you in tight circles. This is the vaunted Mallory special: a balls-deep milking to cap things off. You can't see a thing, but you see stars anyway. Your cock belches squirt after squirt of dense, sticky seed straight into the depths of whichever girl was first to bring you off. Mother or daughter, you don't care -- with teeth gritted you yell out: "get fucking pregnant! Fucking bitch!"
When you finish cumming inside, and your unknown partner climbs off of you, Charlotte says with wonderment: "there's so much... oh my goodness..."
"You were right, Mom. He WAS backed up..."
"Still is..."
"Mm."
"Here... let's get some of Alabaster's sperm on your tongue, hmm?"
What follows is a lewd, wet noise as -- presumably -- Charlotte digs some sperm from out of the pussy you just creampied, and puts her cum-smeared fingers in her daughter's mouth. Then even more wet noises, as the two begin, again, to kiss. They may even be kissing from either side of Charlotte's fingers, still probing Rose's tongue and the back of Rose's throat. Your cock is as hard as it ever was.
"Who was that?" Charlotte asks, tickling your nuts.
"Was it me?" Rose asks, suckling on your neck.
"Or me?" Charlotte asks, running a hand under your shirt, and playing her thumbtip against one of your nipples.
You shake your head. You really need to fuck something again, right away.
"Did you make me pregnant, Alabaster?" Rose asks.
"Or did you make a baby with Mommy?" Charlotte asks.
Someone gets on top of you again. They're laughing at your desperation and confusion, both of them are -- even Rose, who ostensibly wants you to discern the difference. These girls will be the death of you... you need a devious strategy. With a low grunt of "unghhh..." you bow your head forward, and peek. The crotch of Charlotte's panties draped over your eyes allows just enough space to see a sliver of the world, from this severe down-facing angle. You can peek without them knowing that you are. Huge violation of the rules. Oh well.
You find a glimpse of your own cum-stained lap, and an even narrower glimpse of the girl grinding on top of you. You see a thick thigh, jiggling as you fuck. And you see a slick, drippy, shiny pussy, with a cute little button of a clit peeking out.
Even seeing this much, it's impossible to tell. Or it would be, if not for one minuscule yet crucial discrepancy. The pussy you're fucking has a small brown beauty mark just above it, to the right. That beauty mark belongs to Charlotte. Rose hasn't got one to match. You're still not sure whether Charlotte is the cunt you just came inside of... her pussy is streaked with cum as if she's just taken a load, but your lap is all streaked with cum too, and the mess down there in Charlotte's pussy easily could have been deposited just now when she climbed on top.
Regardless, you now can tell who's riding you... and that's all you need. You let your head rest against the couch's back, and enjoy the fuck on its own merits. You bask in it. A few moments later you feel pressure against your dick from the back walls of Charlotte's cunt, and realize it must be fingers, pressing on the membrane between pussy and anus. Rose is fingering her mother's asshole while she fucks you. Dirty bitch.
That image, which you have to settle on merely envisioning in your mind's eye, brings you across the finish line a second time. You creampie Charlotte without forewarning. But Rose, who knows the signs of your impending orgasm without needing to be told, and who's an excellent actress, responds with surprised moans to match her mother's. She times is perfectly. And so you get the noise of two girls being creampied, simultaneously, for the price of one...
Charlotte is still mashing herself against your embedded prick, as she and her little girl do their schtick again:
"Was that me?" Charlotte asks.
"Or--" Rose begins.
"It was you," you cut in. "It was you, Mom."
Charlotte immediately rips the panties from your face. She's pouting harder than you've ever seen her pout before, even as she sits impaled on your member. "You cheated!"
"No he didn't," Rose says, smiling smugly. "He loves young pussy way too much to be fooled by someone as old as you..."
"I cheated," you instantly inform Rose. If only to knock her down a peg. Now they're both pouting at you. Is it really advisable to anger both Mallory women while your hands are tied?
Charlotte roughly blindfolds you again with her panties. Her musky feminine scent overloads your system. "Well you won't be able to tell our buttholes apart!" She snaps.
And you probably won't.