You weren't planning on visiting Charlotte -- but when you pass by her bedroom, you hear soft crying from behind the door, and you feel a son's duty to make sure your mother is okay.
You poke your head into her room. The lights are on, and Charlotte is lying on her side on the mattress, huddled up under the blankets, her face obscured. She hears you enter, and senses your presence. She sniffles back her crying, wipes her face, and rises to a sitting position. For your sake, she fakes a smile. "Alabaster," she says warmly. "You're up late."
"So are you." You enter and shut the door behind you. "Are you all right?"
She insists that she is, unconvincingly. "Anyway," she continues, "you shouldn't be worried about me... that's such a bother, isn't it? You've got enough on your own plate to worry about." She smiles again, broadly enough that it forces her eyes closed.
"You're not a bother, Mom," you say.
Her eyelids flutter open, although through her shock, her smile remains frozen to her face. Calling her Mom always wins points. It's the surest way you know to cheer her.
But her moment of happiness turns suspicious: She narrows her eyes. "You... want sex, don't you? That's what this is."
You huff. You sincerely didn't come in here with the plan of fucking her; your intentions were pure. You try to say as much, but she isn't having it:
"Don't lie to me, young man! Prowling around this house in the dead of night -- you're cruising for someone to get off with, aren't you? I know how you think -- dirty boy..."
You're beginning to think that she's projecting here.
"Doesn't Rose take care of you?" Charlotte asks. "That silly girl... she can't keep you satisfied, can she?" There's a rising hitch of desperation to Charlotte's voice. Her sadness is transmuting into lust; she wants you, and your dick, to take away her sorrows. She scoots to the edge of the bed and sits there, waiting for you. "Come here," she says coaxingly, patting the mattress beside her. "Let's see what I can do for you... it's fine... I'll take your edge off, baby."
Even in her pajamas, she has a buxom form you can appreciate; the way her tits strain the buttons of the top, and the way her plump ass fills out the drawers. That sight, plus the knowledge that you're about to fuck this woman who adopted you, has your cock stirring in your own pajama pants despite yourself. She notices it straight away. Cooing, she pointedly pats the mattress again. "Come on, you dirty boy, I can see you getting hard. It's no use lying -- just come here and let's take care of it, all right?"
You nod, and sit down beside her. You've always liked the sweet way she smells, and the warmth she radiates both literally and figuratively. In the gentle light of the bedroom, her soft skin looks unblemished and fun to hold. So you can't help yourself; you lean in and kiss her, and let your hands wander. She laughs breathily, and doesn't fight your groping -- in fact, leans into it. You're her dirty boy, after all, right? So she knows this kind of thing is to be expected.
"Do you like those?" She whispers, as you find two handfuls of her titmeat. "Does that make your cock hard? ... To touch your mommy like that?"
"Yes," you groan, and kiss her tender neck.
She undoes the buttons of her pajama top and lets her udders hang free. Unable to help yourself, you abandon all dignity, and bury your head in them. It's unbelievable how supple those breasts of hers really are, and how warm -- and how fun it is, to suck on them, to kiss and lick them all over, to taste her there. She giggles and pets you while you violate her with your mouth. You're like a rambunctious kid right now. She loves it.
"Shh, shh," she warns. "You don't want to wake everyone up, do you?"
"Mmmf," you moan into her breasts.
She cups a hand over your crotch and gives your own meat a hard squeeze. Just briefly her motherly tone is replaced by something more forceful, desperate and a bit domineering: "So fucking hard for me, huh?..."
Charlotte takes the waistband of your pants in her hand and yanks them; you raise your butt a little to help her get them off you, never taking your head out of the heavenly confines of mama Mallory's jugs. You'd be fine to suffocate like this, honestly. But she isn't happy just letting you play like this, she wants to do something else. She puts her palm to your chest and pushes you back a bit. Able now to see your rigid cock in all its glory, she stares at it without shame. She even licks her lips -- something predatory in that.
"Do I make your cock feel good, Alabaster?" She wants to know.
You gulp. "Fuck yes, you do," you say.
She takes her pants off too, and crawls across the bed, and lies back. Spreading her legs akimbo, she parts the lips of her already dripping pussy using both her thumbs. "Lick me, please," she says. "I want to know what it's like... would you do that for your mommy, dear?"
How could you refuse? You get down in front of her with your face mere inches from her crotch. The skin around her pussy is all covered with goosebumps and the mound is shaved totally bare. MILF or not, her cunt looks like it belongs to a teenage girl. It's the same wonderful innie her daughter has, the vulva folded over itself and the clit just barely peeking out from its hood at the top. It's shiny with her need and you can see it slightly twitching -- just aching for some relief of its own. The fragrance of her fills your head and makes it go blank, that powerful, wonderful aroma of female arousal that causes your mouth to water of its own accord. When teasingly, you purse your lips and blow a little stream of air against her, she hisses as if in pain, and throws her head back. Clutching your hair firmly at the root, she mashes herself to your face and begins to ride you.
You won't tease her anymore. You open your mouth and clamp it to the hole of her pussy and start to service her. Charlotte Mallory's cunt tastes like sugar and is as slippery as melted butter. You have almost as fun sucking her off, as she has getting sucked off; underneath you, your rock-hard dick throbs and strains against the bedsheets. Your tongue wags back and forth, running along the tight crease of her labia, and then lodging itself deep in her vagina, before coming back up to run in loving circles around her pulsing clitoris. She bucks and humps back against your mouth like she's trying to fuck your tongue.
"Oh my god..." she repeats. "Oh my god... you're so good at this... oh, fuck... Rose taught you well, didn't she..."
You were never sure how much Charlotte really knew about the sordid history of me-time -- but maybe she knew more than you suspected all along. It's true, the many years of nights spent on your knees underneath Rose's desk, listening to her instructions, have given you oral skills that can make any woman's legs shake.
So it's not long before Charlotte cums all over your face. Like a slut, she screams her orgasm, rubbing her nipples as she squirts her girlcum all over the place. You gulp it all down, like nectar, and smile as you do. This sloppy little pussy of hers deserves a nice hard cum like that. Of course, her sexual appetite is as voracious as her daughter's, and getting licked out just isn't enough. She tugs your hands, and pulls you forward, so that you're lying on top of her. "Fuck me," she heaves. "Fuck your mommy. Do it. Fuck your cock up me."
You're only too happy to. You jab your dick into her. As tight as Charlotte is, the combined wetness of your saliva, your precum and her cream, make your entrance as easy as slipping into a lubed-up dicksleeve. She forces a tongue-kiss on you, and sucks the taste of her own cum from your mouth, moaning like a sow while she does. Charlotte's tummy, her thick legs and plump waist make a wonderful cushion to let you really fucking hammer her. And the sucking interior of her cunt, its ridged walls and its total lack of resistance to the battering you give it, make your cock sing with raw pleasure. You hardly rut for five minutes before you're already dumping a thick load of cum into her. It's what she wanted, so it's what you'll give her -- all of it, draining your balls inside her motherly womb without a care in the world. The far-away smile on her face, like a dope fiend shooting up, is sign enough that just this act -- of breeding her out, of squirting hot jizz into her -- made her cum again, too.
And since you're in the throes of climax, you can hardly be faulted for not noticing Charlotte's door opening.
"Wicked... I knew it!"
You keep humping Charlotte, as you look back over your shoulder: Whitney. Charlotte's room shares a wall with hers, and she must have heard the sounds of your fucking.
"Jesus," you moan, "can't you knock?"
"Fucking your mother-in-law too, huh, Ally?" Whitney laughs. She looks Charlotte's way. "How is he, Mrs. Mallory?"
"He's wonderful..." Charlotte pants.
Whitney sniffs the air. "He already came, huh? Bummer..."
"Oh yes, he did," Charlotte says. The sexual high has made her lewd, and shameless: "Is that your favorite part, too? Making him ejaculate in you?"
Taking this as her invitation to join, Whitney steps closer -- leaving the fucking door wide open -- and nods. She runs her hands up and down the bare navel between her tanktop and her spats. "Uh huh... it's nice and milky and creamy... and hot and thick... it feels so wet and runny and sloshy inside... y'know? And the way his cock gets even bigger and harder when he's jizzing in me..."
"I know," Charlotte agrees, as Whitney crawls up onto the bed on her knees. Although Charlotte is still getting fucked hard, she has enough focus to carry on the conversation. "It feels just wonderful when he stirs it all up... hmm... I know you two are involved, but I hope you don't mind."
"Naaaahhhh," Whitney says. "I like seeing him fuck other girls... and helping... but, you know... if you feel bad about it..."
"Hmmm?" Charlotte prompts. She wags her hips, fucking back against you, mashing up the the cum inside her and frothing it. Whitney watches the messy union of your bodies getting messier. Grinning, she tells Charlotte: "See, I made this rule with Ally about fucking other girls... I've been pretty easy on him about it, but..."
A few moments later, Whitney has her head between Charlotte's shapely legs much the same way you did only moments prior. She stares at Charlotte's cum-splattered pussy, transfixed. Charlotte isn't embarrassed by the attention at all, even as your cum seeps out of her fucked-out cunt and down around her butt, creating a pearly smear on the sheets. She chews a pinky and says coyly: "I've heard rumors about that mouth of yours, Whitney -- are they true?"
"Heeeh. You tell me~"
She latches her mouth to Charlotte's pussy and starts to eat her out. Like a trained whore, she slurps and sucks your jizz from Charlotte's hole. You need a little cleaning as well, so you kneel beside that lovely sight, and feed your cock to her, too. Whitney, fucking pig she is, alternates between wedging her tongue up Charlotte; and swirling it around your still-oozing cockhead, the sticky foreskin and cum-streaked shaft. This makes her happy, sucking cunt and dick at the same time. Spoiled, greedy bi bitch.
Her oral action has you raring to go a second time. She knows it, too, because as she lovingly nestles her head in Charlotte's pussy-crack, eating the older woman with long, languid licks, she puts both hands on her own butt, and spreads her asscheeks wide, and commands: "fuck my ass, Ally."
Every once in a while, Whitney likes getting anal, even though it really hurts for her to do it. Charlotte watches with interest as, half-standing, half-squatting, you mount Whitney's lithe little body and get your dick lined up with the entrance of her anus.
"You'll split her open..." Charlotte says.
"Yeah. So?" You say.
You ram your cock in to the hilt. Whitney gasps, and yelps into Charlotte's creamy pussy, which sends little droplets of your frothy cum spraying up.
"Oh my..." Charlotte mewls. "You're so rough, Alabaster. Don't hurt the poor girl."
But Whitney redoubles her oral service. Looking up at Charlotte between licks, face partially obscured by the meaty cunt she feasts on, Whitney says: "It's fine, Mrs. Mallory. I like to get roughed up a bit."
The smug, somewhat sadistic smile that spreads across Charlotte's face is one you recognize. "What a wonderful attitude," she says. And then she begins to fuck Whitney's face.
Reaching behind yourself, you find the tight entrance to Whitney's tomboy pussy with your fingers, and start to masturbate her. She loves having her cunt rubbed while you fuck her ass; that feeling of being entirely full makes her cum every time. This time, too. She wails loud and shrill into Charlotte's lower orifice, and you feel her cream spraying against your hand as you mercilessly nail her butt.
"Are you going to cum inside that hole, too, dear?" Charlotte asks.
"Yeah," you grunt.
"Dirty boy," she chides. "You'll cum in just any hole, won't you... what are we going to do with that cock of yours?"
"Just keep making it feel good," you snarl.
"I intend to," Charlotte says dreamily.
She pets Whitney gently, and the sound of your crotch slapping against Whitney's butt fills the room. Charlotte watches in all the lurid, unconcealed detail this position shows her, as your cock spasms, shudders, and then spews -- rope after rope of thick semen directly in Whitney's asshole. This tight rear hole of hers can't contain the sheer volume of your spunk, and it begins to leak out. You grunt and groan deeply, enjoying the way Whitney's athletic anal muscles milk it all out even as the excess splashes and squeleches right back out of her.
Charlotte, tugging Whitney's chin upward to meet her eyes, asks: "I get to eat tonight, too, right?"
Whitney smiles. "Of course, Mrs. Mallory... let's switch..."