Just One More Time Ch. 04

Just One More Time Ch. 04 by Fish_Tales© This chapter is dedicated to someone who gave me some very honest feedback on how the story strikes a note for them. Thank you for taking the time. They know who they are. Same deal as before - you really need to read parts 1, 2 & 3 to understand what is going on here. They're not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) Read on... I welcome all the comments and votes I have received for the previous stories. Please keep it up and I promise to get back to you when I can. ********** "Ashton, that's just unreasonable," said Jenkins thumping the table. Jenkins was selling his payroll software company, but Ashton's company was the only one interested. That meant he could keep the buying price low. Real low. "Look, Mr. Jenkins," he said. "I'm willing to take your company off your hands. You own all the stock so are you telling me that fifteen million dollars is not enough of a retirement fund?" There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Carson came in with a trolley containing tea and coffee and a platter full of sandwiches. "Sir," she said. "Here's lunch. You need to keep your strength up." Her tanned calves came out from under her skirt and her face was immaculately made up. She had let her blond hair down today and it hung in soft little ringlets. For a woman of sixty, she put most thirty year olds to shame. Strength up? For what? Shit. He'd done really well for the past three days. Ok, if I don't count the one in the broom closet yesterday, but.... "Thank you, Mrs. Carson," he said. She placed the trays on the table. Then she went to the cupboards and took out some cups, plates, cutlery and napkins. She laid them out for the two men and then walked to the door. "Is there anything else you need, sir?" she asked. "No, that's fine thank you," said Ashton. She went out the door and closed it. Jenkins turned to him. He had a lascivious look on his face. Ashton figured he was around sixty five. To a sex starved old man, his mother in law would be a sex goddess. "Shit, man," he said. "Fifteen million would be a fair price if I could hire her." "Hey, Mr. Jenkins, that's my mother in law you're talking about there." Of course, he neglected to mention that his mother in law sucked cock like a pro. Fuck, she sucked cock like no one else he'd ever met. But not his. Not anymore. "Oh, sorry son," said Jenkins, "I didn't mean anything by it. I apologise. But you have to admit for a woman of her age, she looks damn fine. Damn, those legs...." Damn fine for a woman her age? thought Ashton. For a woman of any age she looked damn fine. And it wasn't only her looks that made her damn fine. He wouldn't know about that anymore. He had a tinge of regret, but it was over. Finally. It was for the best. He had the memories. They were enough. No more. Ever. The men had their lunch. Ashton finally agreed to seventeen million for Jenkins' company. It was still ten million below what it was worth, but when he factored in the GFC, the old man had to be content with that. It was still a good price. At the end of the meeting, they stood up and shook hands. Ashton walked Jenkins to the door and opened it. One of the young accountants was walking past. "Hi Amy," he said. "Could you please show Mr. Jenkins out?" "Yes, sir, happy to help" said Amy and she took the older man towards the elevators. Ashton closed the door to his office and went back to his desk. There was a knock at the door. "Yes?" he called out. The door opened and Mrs. Carson walked in. She turned, shut the door and locked it. Shit. He gulped. Fuck, she looked hot. But it's over. She's your mother in law. "Well," she said. "What was the final price?" "Seventeen million," he said. He could feel his ears getting warm and he had to loosen his collar a little. Her skirt was down to her knees, but it was tight and those calves, those high heels.... He was getting hard. No! Stop it. It's over. She walked across to the other side of his desk and rested her perfectly manicured hands on it. The clear polish gleamed and she kept them fairly short, just the way he liked them when she was stroking his balls.... Stop it! She's just asking about the deal. Of course she is. "I think we may need a little celebration," she said. Her voice was soft and husky and the smile on her face suggested.... Shit. She wasn't asking about the deal. She only ever wanted one thing. And it wasn't deals. "Um....er....I guess, yeah," he stammered. "Why not? The champagne's in the small fridge behind you. We could have a little drink, couldn't we?" "I was thinking of a big drink," she said winking and sliding her hands along the table till they were halfway towards him. Oh fuck. His pants could barely contain his cock now. The strain was unbelievable and he had to shift in his seat to give himself some more room down there. "Well, I've got a meeting at three, so we'd have to be er...um...quick," he said. She smiled at him. "Dummy, that's with me," she said. "Oh, er, right, I guess then, um...we...." "Sssh," she said with her finger up to her lips. "You've done enough talk today with your big deal and all." She walked around the desk till she was by his side. She looked down at him and then leant over and kissed him. A kiss won't hurt. That's ok. She is your mother in law. People kiss their mother in law. Don't they? She leant over further and while she was kissing him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, she ran her hand over his chest and down his belly to the front of his trousers. He was already rock hard, but his cock twitched at her touch through the fabric. Shit. My cock is aching for it. No. No way. Her hand continued rubbing his cock. She was kneading the front of his pants and he could feel the front of his underwear getting wet from the precum. She raised her head from his mouth and ran it to his ear, her tongue softly licking the ear lobe. Her breath felt hot. "You'll have a good load for me, won't you?" she said, patting his head gently. "We haven't done it for days." Her mouth returned to cover his and her tongue continued to explore the inside of his mouth. She kept working his cock with one hand while her other hand was pinching his nipples through his shirt. It's ok, I guess. If this is it. The last time. I should just enjoy it.... One final last ultimate time. She kept her mouth over his, her tongue probing his. Her hand ran down to the top of his pants. It stopped for a moment and then she slid it in. Her fingers could just reach the tip of his cock. He leaned back further in his chair to make it easier for her and she got her whole hand in there. The touch of her hand wrapping around his cock made him buck his hips up towards her. She took her mouth of his and looked him in the eyes. "My, you are enjoying this, aren't you?" she said and squeezed his cock a little harder. She slid down his body until she was kneeling between his legs. The phone rang. Fuck. He picked it up and warily watched Mrs. Carson between his legs. There was nothing he could do about her, but there a lot she could do to him. "Hello?" "Hi, Ashton, it's me." Shit. His wife. "Hi, hon, how are you?" The belt was unbuckled. "Oh, I was just wondering what time you might be home tonight?" The top of his pants were unbuttoned. "Um, shouldn't be too late," he said, "We finished the deal for Jenkins' company." The zip on his pants was pulled down. "Oh, how did it go?" she asked. He could see Mrs. Carson's blond hair in his lap. His wife's mother. "It went well. We bought it for a good price." His underwear was lowered to his thighs and the precum on the end of his cock felt cool as it was released to the air. "That's great. So now you've got Pay Load." He nearly choked. Fuck, does she know? "What?" "The name of the company silly," she laughed, "It's called Pay Load isn't it?" Her warm tongue was licking the precum from his cock and swirling around the head. "Oh, um, yeah, it is. Sorry, hon, I was just a little distracted." Her mouth worked over the end of his cock and then she lowered her head to take him in. He placed his free hand on her head and grabbed that beautiful blond hair before pressing down and he felt his cock travel to the back of her throat. He pressed it down for a moment to keep it there and then lightened the pressure. She began to bob up and down on his cock. "You're always distracted lately when I call. I hope it's not me?" "Not at all, hon," he said, "It's just that I've got a few things to do before I can get home." Her head kept bobbing up and down and she had her hands on his thighs. Her head kept bobbing lower and lower. Her nose was pressing into his belly and her chin was rubbing his balls. She was taking all his length and could go further if she wanted to. When she bobbed up, he could see his cock glistening with her saliva and streaked with her red lipstick. "Well, ok," she said. "If you see mom, let her know I called. She wasn't at her desk. The girl who answered said she was working with some dick." He coughed and nearly dropped the phone. It caused him to buck and shove his cock down Mrs. Carson's throat unexpectedly and she coughed too. It didn't stop her as she went straight back to sucking his cock, now frothy and pink from the saliva/precum/lipstick mixture. "Are you ok? That sounded like a coughing fit." she asked. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "A dick?" "Yes. She must have meant Mr. Jenkins. I've met him a few times and he is a dick." He relaxed. Her hand was now rubbing his balls, trying to coax the cum from them as her head bobbed up and down. "Oh, yeah," he said. "He is a bit of a dick and lecherous old fart." His wife giggled on the other end of the line. "Imagine if my mother heard us talking like this?" she laughed. "Dick and Pay Load. She'd have a heart attack." Her hand kept stroking his balls and then her index finger started to work its way between his ass and the chair and ran lightly around his sphincter. "Oh, Jesus," he gasped. "Yeah, funny isn't it?" she laughed. "My mother, all prim and proper." Her finger started to poke at his sphincter as she shoved the full length of his cock into her mouth. Even though he was fighting the urge to shoot his load, his Pay Load, into her mouth, he instinctively gripped her hair tighter and rammed her head onto his cock. Never again would this happen. Never ever. Again. "I have to go soon, hon," he said. "Someone is coming." Fuck. Did I just say that? What the.... "All this talk of dicks, pay loads and coming is getting me horny," she said. "Maybe when you get home we can play some nooky?" She was tonguing his balls and licking his shaft. She'd managed to insert her finger into his arse up to the first knuckle. "Fuck," he cried. "Well you don't have to be so crude," she said, "but I guess we could fuck." She had her mouth back over his cock, the warmth and pleasure was driving him insane. "Thanks, we'll see how tired I am, but I'm sure we can do something." She looked up at him from between his legs, her mouth full of his cock and she winked. "Ok, I better come," he said, "I mean.....go." "Geez, you must be tired. You don't whether you're coming or going." She giggled again. "Coming would be better, wouldn't it?" "Yes," he said weakly. "Ok, see you soon, hon." "Bye," he said. He hung up and threw the phone over the desk. She was working frantically on his cock now, her tongue working the shaft, her blond hair all over his crotch. One finger was stuck up his ass and her other hand was on his butt, pushing him into her mouth. "Fuck this," he said. He pulled her hair gently to lift her head from his cock. It was swollen and rock hard and he knew he wouldn't last long. He stood up and lifted her by the arms till she was standing as well. He picked her up and carried her to the flat couch he had for visitors in his office. He laid her down with her head hanging from the end of the couch. Then he opened her suit and unbuttoned her blouse. Her beautiful tanned chest was exposed, but he had to get her bra off and he didn't have time to take her suit and blouse off. He quickly went to the desk and took a pair of scissors from it. He walked over to her with her head lolling over the end of the couch and her chest gloriously raised in the air. He cut her bra right through the middle to expose her luscious tanned breasts. He positioned himself over her head and he felt her warm tongue lick his balls. She knew what he wanted. She always knew. But no more. After this, it was over. Finally. He felt good having made a decision. The last time. Her hands went to either side of her breasts and she pushed them together. His cock was still slick from her mouth and lipstick. He slid it between her breasts, her head underneath his balls. He pumped into the soft canal of her breasts. As he pumped, she alternated licking his balls and his asshole. The copious amounts of precum oozing from his cock was making the passage formed by her beautiful breasts all the more slicker. She poked her tongue up on one of his thrusts and managed to get the tip into his asshole. "Oh, Mrs. Carson," he cried. She took one of her hands from her boobs and reached behind and slapped him on the ass. "Oh...sorry...I mean....Elaine," he said breathlessly. She liked to be informal when they fucked. Her hand went back to her breast and she squeezed tighter on them from each side. With each thrust into her breasts and each lick of her tongue on his nuts and asshole, he came closer to cumming. For the last time. He'd never do this again. Feel it again. Ever. He could feel his balls start to boil and his cock started to throb. He pulled back slightly and his cock was poised over her upside down face. She reached up with her tongue and licked the end. That was it. "Aargh," was all he could cry. The first ribbon of hot cum spewed from his cock, landing directly between her tits and the end of it hit her chin. The second load dropped straight onto her face, tracing a line from her mouth to her forehead. The next shots hit her face and she lifted her head to take the final few spurts in her mouth. He wanked his cock above her face to milk every last drop of cum from it and she left her mouth open there, eager to take it all. His breathing was ragged as he slowed the pumping of his cock. He moved it closer to her face and she took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it gently, cleaning everything from it. She took him in deeply, her head upside down and his balls hitting her top lip and nose. Finally, when she was done, she gave him one final lick, kissed the head of his cock and he dropped down onto his knees, spent. He lay on his back, on the floor, opposite her. His cock was still far from flaccid. Thank God. At least this was the last time. No more guilt. No more sneaking around. Fuck it was good. But it was over. At last. She turned to her side on the couch, resting her chin on her hand. She was smiling, her face streaked with cum and lipstick. "Oh, Ashton," she said, "that was lovely. It's not every day you can deliver two pay loads."

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Just One More Time Ch. 03

Just One More Time Ch. 03 by Fish_Tales© Same deal as before - you really need to read parts 1 & 2 to understand what is going on here. They're not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) You never know, he should really be calling the whole thing off, but if she keeps it up, then maybe he'll have to do it Just One More Time -- again!.... I welcome all the comments and votes I have received for the previous stories. Please feel free to keep it up and I promise to get back to you when I can. ***** Mr. and Mrs. Carson and his wife set the table while he got out of his suit. He hurried as he didn't want to hold everyone up. He changed into jeans and a t shirt and went back downstairs. The dining room table had been set up and there was a large steaming leg of lamb on one tray and potatoes, carrots, pumpkin and kumera on the other. "Come and sit down, Aston," his wife said. "I will, hon, but I was wondering what everyone would like to drink?" "I think a nice cabernet sauvignon would be in order, don't you think?" said Mr. Carson. "Excellent choice, Richard," said his wife. "Cabernet sauvignon would go well with the lamb." He went to the wine rack and pulled out a Jacobs Creek St. Hugo from Australia. He and his wife had bought a case of it when they were there in the summer and it was one of their favourites. "Good choice," said his wife. He uncorked the bottle and sat down at the table. The couples were sitting across from each other so he sat across from his wife and next to Mrs. Carson. He poured everyone some of the wine and then raised his glass in salute. "Thanks guys for a lovely dinner." They all clinked glasses and got into the serious business of eating. "So you were saying it's been really busy at work," his wife said. "Yes," he said. "It's end of financial year and we have to get the books done by the end of the week." His wife nodded. "I was talking to dad about it and I was saying how lucky it is mum works there otherwise I'd be really suspicious. You know, late nights and all." He felt a hand on his thigh. The table cloth was large so the others couldn't see it, but he felt it. Oh God, not again, he thought. Not that he didn't want it, but seriously, at the dinner table? With his wife? "Yes, dear," said Mrs. Carson, "Ashton doesn't have much chance to play around with me there watching him like a hawk." He nearly snorted the wine out of his nose, but he managed to nod. "Oh, Elaine, how unfortunate for Ashton that you are there all day," said Mr. Carson, "But I guess he is married to Jennifer and we wouldn't want to see anything untoward going on." He winked at Mrs. Carson. She winked back, but her hand was now sitting in his lap and she gave his cock a squeeze through the jeans he was wearing. "Not that I think he would do anything," said Jennifer. "Would you?" "No dear," he said, "I love you too much for that." Mrs. Carson was now rubbing his crotch very gently and he already had a hard on. He was trying to shift himself discretely in his seat, but the efforts were proving futile. Just when he thought he'd made some room for a place to "park" his erection, Mrs. Carson's digital ministrations would make it grow larger and he was again shifting in his seat. "Is everything ok, Ashton?" asked Jennifer. "Yes hon," he lied. Mrs. Carson looked across at her daughter. "I think Ashton is just concerned about the call he's going to get from San Francisco. Isn't that right?" She looked across at him innocently while continuing to squeeze and caress his cock under the table. He had no call from San Francisco coming that he knew of. The knowledge that she must be planning something, coupled with the fact that her hand was playing around in his crotch, made his cock twitch in his jeans. You've got to be kidding me, he thought. Not again. But at least it would be the end. The last time. He couldn't do this again, especially right here in the same house as his wife and father in law. It just wasn't right. Enjoy it, Mrs. Carson, because you won't be getting it again. After this time. Promise. That's it. The thought made him relax. Rather, his mind relaxed, but his cock got harder, if that was possible. Her hand was now stroking a little more vigorously. It was still well disguised, but for him there was no mistaking what was happening down there. All the while, she sat there smiling, drinking wine and chatting. She wasn't eating much. He figured it must be difficult to cut your lamb when one hand is on your son in law's cock. If she liked cock so much, maybe they should have cooked chicken.... His mind was brought back from drifting by the sound of his phone ringing. He got up from the table and picked it up from the kitchen bench and looked at the screen. It was her number. "Hello," he said to no one. "Hang on a sec, I'm just having dinner. Let me go into another room." How did she do that? She wiped her mouth daintily and got up. "Don't worry, Ashton, I'll go get the files from the car and we can work it out in the study," she said. She turned to the others and said, "Don't worry, keep eating, it shouldn't take long. I'll make sure they don't take up too much of his time as it's grossly unfair to call him at this time." He looked sheepishly to his wife and went up the stairs to his study. Thirty seconds later she followed him in. He put the phone down on the desk and looked at her just as she was closing the door. She flipped the lock and then turned around. She licked her lips as she wordlessly looked at him. She looked like a lioness. A fucking hot looking lioness. He was the prey. Willing prey. This time. One more time would be ok. It was over tomorrow. It wouldn't happen again. May as well enjoy it. He couldn't believe it, but the front of his underwear already felt moist from the pre cum oozing out of the end of his cock. She walked over slowly. To her prey. He sat with his arse on the edge of the desk. She smiled at him and slowly knelt down in front of him. Her hands reached out to the top button of his jeans and released it. Then she trailed her fingers a few times up and down the outside of his jeans. "If you love something, then set it free," she said. She pulled his zipper down and slowly moved his jeans and underwear down to the bottom of his thighs. His cock popped out, the end glistening with pre cum. "There," she said, grabbing hold of his shaft gently and looking up. "I love this, and now it's free, emancipated if you will." Enjoy it now, he thought, because tomorrow it would be over. He looked at the clock above the door. She noticed. "I know you have to eat your dinner," she said in a husky voice, "so I'll be quick with mine." Her tongue flicked out and licked the slick head of his cock. It was almost unbearable as she worked the end of her tongue into the end of his piss hole. He had to place his hands on the desk behind him. She licked along the bottom of his shaft, her warm tongue drifting along until it was massaging his nuts. His balls danced on the end of her swirling tongue, until they too were covered in her warm, slick saliva. "Shit," was all he could say. She slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth and worked her tongue around the head. The pre cum mixed with her saliva to lubricate the head. She braced herself by placing her hands on his thighs and then began to slowly engulf his cock into her mouth. "Oh, God," he said, trying to be quiet. He braced his arse against the edge of the desk and placed his hands on either side of her head. He was going to miss this, but it was the way it had to be. It was over. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it now though. "Jeeessh," was the only sound he made as a rush of air passed through his lips. He pushed her head further down on to his cock. He bucked and hit the back of her throat, but with his next thrust, he went straight past her tonsils and into her throat. "Fuck me, Mrs. Carson," he said. She looked up him, his hands full of her blond hair and winked. Then she gave him a light a light slap. "Oh sorry...fuck that's good...Mrs....I mean, Elaine." When she was sucking cock, she wanted to be called Elaine. He was a good son in law. He aimed to please.... "I'm not sure I'm going to last much longer," he whimpered. She took one of her hands and cupped his bulls. Those warm, soft hands.... She trailed her fingers upwards, under his balls and towards his puckered sphincter. Her fingers ran lightly around his hole as her head continued to bob up and down on his cock. She was taking him down her throat easily. Every time she came up, her tongue ran along the bottom of his cock. He watched her bobbing up and down, his cock covered in spit, pre cum and smeared in red lipstick. She poked her finger more insistently at his hole. "Oooh, eeee,....," he moaned. She took her head off his cock momentarily, but continued pleasuring him with her hand. She gripped his shaft and pumped slowly. The slickness of all the different juices and the lipstick made her hand fell like velvet. She rubbed the top of her thumb over his glans, the pre cum sticking to her finger. His cock began to swell and twitch. "Oh no you don't," she said softly. "I want this one over my face." He looked down at her. His breathing was ragged and she was rubbing his cock more slowly. She gently took just the end of his head between her lips. "Er, I'm not sure....we ....might make.... a mess," he finally got out. She shook her head. "No you won't, you're a good boy. Don't be messy....watch the hair." He looked down at her and she lifted her chin slightly to present her face to him. Her eyes said: wouldn't you like to spray your hot cum all over this face? His eyes said: yes, for fucking sure! She winked at him. "And watch my clothes, we don't want to have to explain milk stains when we go downstairs." Then she dropped her head and took him all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed quickly a few times and then took her mouth from him and began to pump his cock with more urgency. As she felt his cock begin to twitch, she poked her index finger into his arse up to the first knuckle. He looked down at her face, tilted upwards with her mouth open. It was too much for him. His head fell backwards as his body arched and he thrust his cock into her wet fist. "Aaarggh, geeez....I'm gonna shoot......" He shot the first large ribbon of warm cum directly into her face, splattering her cheeks and nose. The next load hit her forehead. He couldn't help looking down at her, watching his mother in law take his load on her face. As the spurts became progressively smaller, she placed her face closer and licked her lips to ready them for the next load. She directed his cock towards her mouth so that she could get the final few spurts and she swallowed it all. Finally, he was exhausted of cum and he relaxed against the desk. He felt her warm mouth continue to work on his cock. She licked the shaft clean of all the juices and then she took him in her mouth and sucked on him gently to clean the end of his cock. He was still semi hard. She smiled up at him. "Oh dear," she said, "it looks like you're still ready for more. Unfortunately, even though I've just had my dinner, we better get back so that you can have yours." She extended her hand and he helped her up. "I hope you can manage with your pants as I have some cleaning up to do," she said, flashing him a wicked smile. "Now, be a dear and pass me some tissues from your desk. I'm sure you'll understand, but I need to go to the bathroom to powder my nose." She walked to the study door, unlocked it and made her way to the bathroom. He checked himself. She had done a marvellous job of cleaning him up. If only he could get such tongue baths all the time. But he wouldn't. Because this had to stop. There was absolutely no way this could happen again. Ever. He went downstairs and he couldn't believe it when Mrs. Carson followed him only a minute later. She looked immaculate. Not a hair out of place. Her lipstick was perfectly applied even though minutes ago his cock had been streaked in red. His wife and father in law looked up as they re-seated themselves. "That was almost fifteen minutes," his wife said. "Don't they know you're allowed to have dinner with your family?" "Sorry, hon," he said, "I am the CEO after all and they needed some clarification on...." "Accounts," Mrs Carson said, saving him. "They needed some clarification as the global accounts are spread over a number of financial institutions." "Yep," he said. "It was my fault," she continued, "I was called this afternoon so that he could get some information ready. I forgot about it because I had my hands full and was juggling a few different balls." He gulped and nearly dropped piece of roast from his fork. She said it all with a straight face. The face that he'd just been fucking. The face that could engulf his cock and make him cum within minutes. "Oh, it doesn't matter," he said, "it's all sorted now. I just want to eat dinner and relax." "Is everything going ok with work," his wife persisted, "we could hear raised voices up there. You're not in any trouble?" she said. He knew what his wife was really worried about. She really meant: I hope this high paying job is not under threat because I'm used to the money now. "No, not at all, darling," Mrs. Carson jumped in, "He just had to make sure the accounts are in order and things got a little heated." "Yep," he said, "and your mum is helping me with that." She smiled at everyone as she took a small piece of meat from her plate. She very slowly put the fork in her mouth, leaving it there for a few seconds. She slowly chewed the small piece and swallowed. Ashton wondered how she got away with this shit. She was the smartest woman he knew. And the sexiest. He should have married her, not her daughter. But she was sixty years old. Too late. Anyway. It wouldn't be happening any more. No point speculating. It was over. That was their last encounter. Ever. "Well, it seems lucky mum is helping you shoot these issues down," his wife said. Did she just say shoot? At least it was issues she was talking about, not Mrs. Carson's face. He couldn't handle this. His nerve was going to fail him. "Don't you worry," she said to her eating companions, "I'll always make sure that Ashton continues to make his deposits in the right areas."

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Just One More Time Ch. 02

Just One More Time Ch. 02 by Fish_Tales© You really need to read part 1 to understand what is going on here. It's not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) You never know, if the story keeps getting good reviews, then maybe he'll have to do it Just One More Time.... **** They drove in silence to his place. That does it, he thought, I can't tell her it's over right now. It'll spoil dinner and she might react in a bad way. It wouldn't do to make everyone suspicious. I'll have to tell her tomorrow. It's over. No more. He was trying to keep his eyes on the road, but his concentration was waning. Mrs. Carson had her beautifully manicured hand in his lap. Her nails were not long, but they were long enough that her stroking was getting his cock hard again. He enjoyed the scratching of her nails through the fabric of his suit pants. Her hand had been there for fifteen minutes and they still had a further fifteen minutes to get home. God help me, he thought, I've got another hard on. I'm thirty five years old. Surely I can't have my fourth orgasm in less than an hour? He looked down at the perfect hand stroking his cock through his pants. The clear polished nails moving effortlessly up and down. Up and down.... Shit! I better concentrate or I'm going to run off the road here. Drive. It was hard to focus. Hard. Shit, don't use that word, it'll make you think of.... He felt his zip being pulled down. He didn't say anything. He was afraid to. The car was pulling up to a set of lights. He slowed down. The car may have slowed, but her hands didn't. Now they were inside his pants and the only thing standing between those soft, manicured fingers and his cock was the thin fabric of his underpants. Shit. Shit. Shit. I swear. Tomorrow I'm telling her. Over. Finished. Finito. She had one hand inside his pants and the other was deftly unbuckling his belt. She was an expert at this. And other things. If only his wife would do this. Feel him up in the car. Give him a handjob. Then he wouldn't be here, getting a handjob. It's not like it was a stranger, but still.... His belt was unbuckled and she released his button pants. He flicked his eyes from her to the road and then to her hands. It meant not much attention for the road, but it was all he could give. She had expertly made herself up after their marathon effort in the office. Her blonde hair had been brushed neatly back into place. She had applied a minimal amount of makeup. She didn't need much. At sixty, she made most forty year olds look weathered. He loved the wrinkles around her eyes. She looked experienced. She didn't just look experienced. She was. He knew. Her fingers had a hold of the elastic waistband of his underpants. She forced them down. She gently placed her hand under his buttocks. They didn't need to speak, they understood each other well. He did what he knew she wanted. He raised his arse in the air and she smoothly pulled his underpants and pants down to his knees. Great. He just hoped a truck or large SUV didn't pull alongside. They'd have a great view of his hard on sticking out like a ship's mast. She gripped his cock with her hands. Now she was unencumbered, so she had a full range of movement and tricks at her disposal. She had forgotten tricks that most women didn't even know. He knew. He'd enjoyed them all. But not anymore. No way. Tomorrow it was see you later. Thanks, but no thanks. This has to stop. The end. She turned in her seat so she was facing him. Now her skirt had ridden up a little and he was looking at her thighs. She was toned and looked after herself. He looked down at her thighs. He wanted to bury his head between them, put his tongue on her.... Watch the road, man. He nearly ran through a red light. He cleared his throat. There was a drop of sweat on his brow. Shit they'd be home in five minutes. Home. Where his wife and father in law were waiting. With dinner. He cleared his throat. Again. It was dry and his voice sounded hoarse. "Er, you know, we're going to be home in about five minutes. It's probably better if we stop doing this before we get there, otherwise...." He felt increased pressure from the grip on his cock. Pleasurable pressure. From beautiful soft hands. She raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, curling one side of her lips. Then she licked her lips and her bright red lipstick became glossy with her saliva. She placed her hand on his cheek and patted it gently. Oh fuck, he thought, she thinks it's challenge! Keep your eyes on the road! But it was difficult. She looked so beautiful, looking at him while her left hand pumped his cock softly. Then she began to slowly lower her head, her mouth slightly opened. Her blond hair began to fall around her face. She kept her eyes on his for as long as she could until her head was in his lap. He felt her breath on the end of his cock. It was wet with precum and she paused on her descent, licking it gently clean with her warm tongue. She continued on and her mouth closed over his cock. Fuck! She felt so good. His cock was hidden by her head and her blond hair spread over his belly and crotch, but he knew what was happening. He didn't need to see anything. He could feel what was happening. Her head was bobbing slowly up and down. Her tongue cradling his shaft, holding it in place as the rest of her mouth went to work. She took him down as far as his cock could go. He was by no means small, but it was nothing for her. He felt his cock pressing into the back of her throat and then on one of her descents, it actually passed the back of her throat and went deeper. He tried to be gentle, as he always was with her, but she was hungry for his cock and she wanted it all. She could have it all now. But tomorrow, he would sit her down and end it. They could no longer do this. It wasn't right. Over. He was finding it impossible to concentrate on driving and he prayed that there would be no other cars on the last stretch of road. They only had minutes to go.... She ket bobbing up and down, using everything. Her tongue massaged his shaft. Her throat rubbed on the head. Her lips dragged on his shaft and then enclosed on the head of his cock. And her hands. Her hands worked on his balls, gently massaging them, as if she was teasing the cum from them. Occasionally they would stray. Back towards his puckered hole. She would gently rim it with her fingers. Just gently. He would shake with the sensation. The tingle. He could actually see the driveway up ahead. Two minutes. He could stop the car. But she wouldn't want that. That was the easy way. She was always looking for a challenge. He drove with one hand and placed the other on her head. He twisted some of her hair in his fingers and then slightly increased the rate at which her head was bobbing on his cock. Her sucking became more intense. "We're nearly there," he said, his voice choked. Even though her mouth was full of his cock, she managed to nod. An extra firm scratch of his sack confirmed she understood the urgency of the situation. She began to suck much more strongly and bob her head more quickly. Her tongue also raised the intensity of its licking. Her mouth was warm and wet and he pounded his cock into her face with his upward thrusts. "Oh, geeez," he cried. "I'm coming......!" It didn't take long before he felt the cum bubbling in his balls. He made one final thrust into her mouth and then pushed down on the back of her head. Her nose was pressed against his belly and she placed her hands on his thighs, completely surrendering her mouth to him. He felt his cock slam into the back of her throat and he started spurting yet another load of cum. She felt around to release his hand and she moved her head up a little. He understood. She wanted some in her mouth. So she could taste it. That's why he loved this. Loved her. His cock twitched a few more times, pumping smaller and smaller dribbles into her mouth. Soon there was none left for her. She raised her head and licked him clean. Quickly. They turned around the circular driveway and stopped. He pulled his pants up and buttoned them, but he threw the belt in the back as he didn't have time to buckle it. The front door opened and his wife and father in law came out onto the porch. He looked across to her in the other seat. She looked beautiful. And cool. Makeup perfect. Every hair in place. How did she do it? He stepped out of the car and walked around to her side. He opened the door and took her hand to help her out. The same hand that had just been stroking his cock. Cupping his balls. Rubbing his sphincter. "Thank you," she said. She put her arm around him and they walked up the steps to the porch. He walked over to his wife and gave her a peck on the check. "How are you honey?" he said. He noticed her clothes. She'd been shopping. Then he shook hands with his father in law. "Hello, Mr. Carson," he said. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long?" "Not at all, son," he said. "I've been helping your wife prepare dinner." He winked at his daughter. "I think I should get daddy to help me more often," she said, "seeing you're always working back late." "I'm sorry, hon," he said, "but there's a lot of work to do before the end of financial year." Mrs. Carson clapped her hands together and rubbed them. Those hands.... Those wonderful hands.... "So what's for dinner then?" she asked, looking at them all. "Roast lamb and vegetables," her husband said. "I hope you're both hungry?" He smiled at them. He really was proud of the dinner he'd helped make. "Lovely," she said. "I'm sure we could do with some more protein." She winked at her son in law and he gulped involuntarily. As they were walking inside, his wife spoke. "We really were worried you were going to be late and spoil dinner." "Don't you worry, darling," said Mrs. Carson, "I'm there to organise things for him." He felt a bead of sweat form on his upper lip. "I'm glad of that, mum," she said, taking her father's arm and walking inside. Mrs. Carson took my arm and we followed them in. But not before she'd given my butt a quick squeeze. "I'll always make sure he comes on time," she said loudly.

mom in law 06.15 No comments

Just One More Time

Just One More Time by Fish_Tales© He should tell her now. It's over. He couldn't keep this up for much longer. Glances in the office. Secret encounters. "Working" back late. Locked doors. Lying to his wife. No, he couldn't do it any longer. He would have to tell her. After this. The last time. It's over. Definitely. She was leaning over the desk. She was fully dressed in her work attire, but he had lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. His cock was in her and he could look from above and watch it. He was fully dressed too, his cock poking from the front of his pants. He looked down at his cock entering her warm, moist pussy. There was moisture building up around his shaft. Her moisture. She was always wet. She loved it. She was insatiable. Not like his wife. He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her. Her forearms rested on the table and she was comfortable. He was always gentle with her despite her willingness for rough play. She was nearly sixty after all, but she was beautiful. Her hair was blonde and it suited her. She was tanned, but subtly, not like most people of her age who had picked up wrinkles and leathery skin from the sun. Her skin was soft. He'd felt it often. His cock rhythmically pumped her. He wanted to prolong it, savour it, because this was the last time. Ever. He held both cheeks of her arse in either hand and kept slowly pumping her. His balls were hitting her lips and he ground his pubic bone into her arse every time he thrust into her. He looked at her legs. She had beautiful legs. She looked so good. Why couldn't his wife look like this? She was nearly thirty years younger than his PA, but she didn't care about herself anymore. The fish had been landed, so why bother, her girlfriends would say. As if marriage meant letting everything go. She could look like his PA if she tried. She had once. Looked exactly like her. Beautiful. Then he wouldn't have to do this. Fuck his PA. Cheat. With his PA. For the last time. No more. Ever. He kept pumping into her. At the end of each stroke, he pushed his cock in a little further and then left it there for a few seconds. Savouring her moistness. Feeling her arse on his belly, his cock ready to explode. He couldn't explode though. She would want more. She always did. She would want to suck his cock. Swallow his cum. Drain him. She knew him well. What he liked. And she liked it too. That's what made it so good for him. He was comfortable. He worked with her every day and met her often socially. It gave them unlimited opportunities. He loved it when they sat together at functions. Their thighs could press together. They could lean into each other and whisper. No one suspected a thing. The nature of their relationship was that they were constantly together and much of their interaction was confidential and required trust. He was the CEO of the biggest software company in Australia. He had to trust his PA. With everything. Her hand would sneak under the table and rest on his thigh. Then it would creep along until it was sitting on his cock. The lightest of movements would get him hard. She would leave her hand there, resting on his ever-hardening shaft. When he could take no more, she would lean over and announce discretely, but loud enough for all to hear, that he should make that call. That call could be anything. To his wife. To the States. It didn't matter. He would leave the table. Wait. She would follow him. Then anywhere would do. A toilet cubicle. A cleaning cupboard. Even behind a tree. She would get down on her knees and suck his cock. Finish him in minutes. Relieve him. He loved her. He loved what she did. But not anymore. It was over. He regained his focus. They didn't need to speak. He knew what she wanted him to do. Reluctantly he pulled his cock out of her. He was covered in her juices and he was careful not to get it on his pants. She turned around and adjusted her clothing. No one would be able to tell she'd just been fucked from behind. His hard cock stood out from his pants and she knelt down and licked it clean. She kept her eyes on him while she did it. Then she reached up and unbuckled his belt, all the while licking on his cock. His wife never did that. Get on her knees. Lick him. Suck him. Love him. Like this. When she'd unbuckled him, she unbuttoned his pants and gently pulled his trousers down. She looked at the chair behind his desk. He sat down in the chair and leaned back. She followed him and knelt down between his legs. Her face was inches from his cock and he could feel her warm breath. She wordlessly took his cock in one hand and ran her nails along his scrotum. Gently. He closed his eyes. He thought of his wife, but her face morphed into the one inches from his cock. He opened them again to look at her. Might as well enjoy it. It's the last time. She cupped his balls in her warm hands. She was breathing on his cock now. Her tongue flicked out and licked the precum oozing out of the head. It felt electric. He wanted to shoot now, on her face, but he wanted to wait. Wanted it to last. The chair squeaked as he leaned back further to give her better access. He wanted to see his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He wanted to see her face being fucked. By his cock. She opened her mouth and slowly lowered it over him. She'd done this hundreds of times. He'd felt it hundreds of times. But it always felt the same. Like a warm bath for his cock. She stopped moving. Her mouth was full of him. He felt safe. His cock felt like it was wrapped in a womb of warm amoebic fluid. But it was her mouth. And it felt good. For this one last time. She waited there, here tongue resting along the lower part of his shaft. Cradling it. Slowly, she started to move. At first she just flexed her tongue along his shaft. Then she started to gently bob. As she moved up and down, she reached around and grabbed his hands from either side of the chair and placed them on her head. His mind wandered as his cock was expertly massaged by hands, mouth, tongue and throat. He didn't feel guilty. He'd been fucking her almost as long as he'd been fucking his wife. He wouldn't need her if his wife was more....like her. But it would need to end. He would try again with his wife. This was the last time. Ever. His cock felt like it was being smothered in velvet. Her head was bobbing up and down and with each descent, she took him in deeper. Pretty soon, he'd be reaching her throat. He was close to coming, but he wanted it to keep going forever. It was their last time, after all. She didn't know that. Yet. But he would tell her. Soon. Fuck it, he thought, I have to come, last time or no last time. He grabbed her head more tightly and pressed her down onto his cock. He was impaling her face, using her mouth for his pleasure. Her blond hair trailed over his belly and one of her hands continued cupping his sack. The pressure he exerted on her head meant that there was little travel in her sucking, but it meant that his cock stayed in the warm, moist recesses of her throat. Every time she tried to raise her head, he pushed her back down and he could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He started to convulse and he knew that his release was near. She sensed his urgency and forced her head down even further and kneaded his balls. That did it for him. "I'm fucking coming," he said quietly. She nodded and gently squeezed his nuts. She moaned. He knew what it meant. Come. Shoot your cum into my mouth. Now. He pressed hard on the back of her head and she gave herself to him completely as he fucked her mouth with his final thrusts. He then pulled her head up so that he could shoot into her mouth without gagging her. The first jet felt like the ultimate relief. He thought it would never end. The pulsing of his cock continued and he felt like he was pumping litres of cum into her. "Fuck," he yelled as he continued to pound her face. Her chin was pressed against his balls. It almost hurt, but he couldn't stop thrusting. Her tongue continued to massage him and she sucked to match his spurts. He could hardly bear it. Eventually, he had nothing left and, as he pumped the last dribble into her mouth, he let her head go. He leant back in the chair and folded his arms behind his head. The screen saver was blinking at him, but he didn't care. Fuck, he didn't give a shit at all. She didn't come up. She stayed with her head in his lap and sucked his cock clean. Then she took it out of her mouth and licked clean the head and shaft. A final lick and nibble on his nuts confirmed she was finished and she rocked back on her knees and looked up at him. The phone in the office rang. Fucking hell, who'd be ringing now? He looked at the caller Id. It was his wife. What did she want? He picked it up. "Hello?" he said. "Hi, it's me. Do you know when you'll be home?" He looked down between his legs. She had his cock in her hand again and it was getting hard. "Not sure," he said. "It shouldn't be too long. Do you need anything?" Now she was placing her mouth over his cock again. Just the head was past her lips, but her tongue was working the end. He was almost fully erect again. This had to be the last time. "Well, you need to be home soon. You know mum and dad are coming for dinner." Fuck, her mouth felt good. His cock was almost fully in there again and her head was bobbing slowly. He imagined it was his wife.... "Sorry...," he said, "What was that?" "Mum and dad are coming for dinner." She had a grip of his shaft and was sucking on his cock head like a lollipop. He watched her as he talked to his wife. Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. She was smiling at him. Mischievous. Last time.... "Oh, yeah right, your mum and dad," he said. "I knew that. I'll leave soon." It felt so good. He was ready to come again, but he had to get off the phone first. "Is mum still at work?" she asked. "You might as well bring her straight here." "Sure." His wife hung up. His PA looked up at him while his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He dropped the phone on the floor and placed his hands on the back of her head. "Better hurry," he said. She nodded her head and sucked his cock with more urgency. "I hope you're still hungry," he added. She kneaded his balls and managed a smile even though her mouth was crammed full of his cock. He smiled down at her and fucked her mouth. "I'm driving you to my place for dinner."

mom in law 06.14 No comments

Introducing...Ann!

Introducing...Ann! by Haunting© The Meeting "Ummmm, Mark.....?" "Yes, Becca?" "Before you meet my mother there is something that you need to know..." "....and that is?..." "She is not your average person." "Well, neither am I!" We both laughed at my big cock joke. "No...I mean it. My mother is...is a...well, she..." "Cat got your tongue, almost wife?" "Not cat but you are close. Pussy is more like it." "There is only one pussy that I am concerned about this evening, Becca." and I gave her upper thigh a squeeze then watched my fiancee blush and instinctively open her thighs at the same time. "Stop it. I'm trying to be serious." her mouth said but her thighs didn't close. "So am I...so am I...." and I moved my hand higher feeling the moist heat of my fiancee's horny little pussy through her delicate panties. Then I slid a finger under the seam, limned the edge for second, and then tickled her through her furry nest. "Stop it! We're almost to my mother's house." Becca whispered as she hornily slid her hips forward on the tanned leather seat. "Awww...." I said and slowly, sensuously, slid my thick probing finger into her pussy, all the way in, and then withdrew it just as slowly, sniffing and licking at the juices that coated it. Becca groaned and blushed deeply wiggling her luscious ass around in her seat while adjusting her panties and pulling her short skirt back into place. She tried to sit there demurely but I knew that her libido was smoking! She started licking her lips while slowly caressing my thickening 10 incher but then quickly withdrew her fingers. "Turn in here, at the pink cottage." she nodded. "Oh, SHIT!" "What?" "Look over there!" To my left I saw a little gray-haired old lady sitting on the front porch rocker smiling and waving at us. "What's wrong? Your mom looks like she is just sitting outside enjoying the day." "Oh, she's enjoying the day alright but that is not my mother...that's my aunt, Zelda. Look over there!" and Becca physically turned my head to the right. I had to hit the brakes or we would have hit a tree near the driveway. "I don't see anything..." "Beyond the bushes." "What?...where?...Ooohhhh!...." In the late afternoon shade of a large and gnarly old oak a tiny woman in a gold sling bikini was standing on her tip toes waxing her black Porsche 911. Her jet black hair was done up loosely in a bun. She must have stood all of 4'-6" (although it was difficult to accurately judge her height from the erotic pose she was in) but had tits out to here and an ass that was...was... magnificent! Her daring sling seemed all the more naughtier because it was wetly metallic and did nothing to hide the dark tan lines from a different bikini that horizontally crossed her body accentuating her wonderful curves. Becca's mother's taut muscles gleamed with the sweat of exertion and I swear that I could see her...well, her...asshole... peaking out from under the thin strip of cloth. "You bastard! Stop it!!" hissed Becca. "What?...Stop what?.." I mouthed while keeping my eyes glued to the wonderful feminine body so openly on display. "That's my mother!" Becca hissed again and dug her nails into my thigh. "Ow! Dammit! Her? You mean she?....Shit!..." "Oh, just put a fucking sock in it!" and Becca jumped out of the car and stalked over to the vision before me, jawing loudly as she walked. Becca was no slacker in the looks department. She, too, was short at 5'-2" but stacked and had a nice big ass that swayed delightfully with each step that she took. Her long auburn tresses stopped just short of her jiggling breasts. The two beautiful women, one completely dressed and the other practically naked, stood toe to toe and started yelling at each other. Ann took a roundhouse swing at her daughter but Becca ducked. Becca spun on her heel and strode into the house, awesome in her anger and still radiating sensuality. Her tightly packed 34C-25-37 body jiggled quickly through the back door. Ann watched her go, shrugged her shoulders putting those big tits into a glorious motion, and then slowly pulled the tie from her black hair letting it fall past her shoulders then to her waist as she shook her thick mane into place. At least I think it was in place because I was too busy staring at the sexy feminine flesh jiggling about ever so pleasantly. With a quick glance and a wink my way she slowly bent over at the waist giving me a terrific ass shot, eyed the mirror finish of the Porsche closely and took a single last swipe at the front hood of her car ( I am a fan of sports cars but truly don't know which was hotter, the 911 or my fiancee's mother!). Becca's mother slowly stood up, deliberately ran her hands over her body, and then walked, strutted more accurately, toward my car. Becca had told me that her divorced mother was 50ish but, to me, her mother looked like she was in her early 20's. "You must be Mark." she said in a little girl's high pitched voice. "That's me..." I squeaked. "That's me." I repeated lower. Ann leaned into the open window pushing her dangling right breast into my shoulder and planted a wet kiss on my mouth. Follow me, dear boy!" she directed and set off for the front porch, her wide-hipped swing swayed and twitched in a natural motion that brought immediate wood. I shot out of the car and followed my future mother in law to the front porch trying to discreetly adjust my throbbing member through my khakis. Ann, as if reading my mind, turned slightly as she walked and giggled when she saw what I was doing. I had just met this woman, moments ago, and all I wanted to do was throw her down and fuck the living shit out of my mother in law. "Zelda....Mark. Mark...Becca's Aunt Zelda. Have a seat and get acquainted while I fetch you a drink. Tea, coffee, filtered water, Tequila...?" "Whatever you are having is fine with me, Mom." Ann tensed for a second at the word "mom" and then strolled into the house kicking off her clogs and pulling at the sling riding deeply into her ass crease. "Well, nice to meet you young man. You definitely have your hands full!" Zelda giggled looking directly at my crotch. I wrenched my head away from the vision of Ann retreating, blushed, and covered my tented slacks with my hand. "Shoot! Don't you worry a second about that! My sister Ann has had that little effect on all men since she hit puberty. Now, here's a bit of advice for you, honey. Becca may be your fiancee', and all, but Ann's house is like one big ass, man hunting, spider web...so be careful!" and Zelda laughed again. I didn't know how to respond so we just sat on the porch in an extended silence until Ann showed back up with a tray of Margaritas and my fiancee in tow. A somewhat mollified Becca sat beside me on the swing and Ann settled into an overstuffed chair directly opposite. The silence deepened as we sipped at our sweaty glasses. Ann had "covered up" with a gauzy tie-dyed shortie wrapper, looking even sexier, if possible. Finally, Zelda broke the ice with some local gossip about the town's city council that had somehow managed to become the laughing stock of the entire state. Some of the member's egos, and one man's in particular, had clashed and become great public entertainment. We tossed their latest local issue around for awhile until Ann excused herself to dress for supper. Becca barely kept her cool when her mom waltzed by us "accidentally" nudging me with her hip. My cock was actually starting to ache when her fragrance lingered. Zelda didn't help any when she laughed and told us a few short tales about one of Ann's recent summer jobs as a hostess at a nudist camp. Thankfully, the dinner bell finally rang and we all went inside to find an immaculately set table including elegant little ceramic knife holders. As we all sat I also noticed that even our crystal champagne flutes had a different decoration on the stem to make them distinct if you moved around, very clever and quite stylish. To top it all off the heady aroma wafting in from the kitchen smelled just great! Dinner "Be out in a minute, everyone." Then my future mother in law walked in with a large platter of smoked pork ribs, which she first presented to me for my approval, and then placed onto the table. I barely noticed the food. My attention was riveted on the large tanned breasts practically spilling out of her denim halter top and the matching frayed denim short shorts that were pasted to her ass, clearly outlining her labia in the little triangle of open flesh at the top of her toned thighs. Ann had pulled her long hair back again with a bunched denim tie and was perched on tiny high arched denim heels with small denim flowers on the toes. She smelled of flowers and pheromones. "Oh, fuck!....Mom this is a dinner not the fucking State Park!" seethed Becca. "And you, dearie, are my guest in my home. I'll thank you to remember that little fact, and your manners, tonight. Now, a toast to my other guest!" she countered winking at me. Ann filled all of our glasses with the champagne that had been cooling in the sweating chrome ice stand near the table. "My top to your bottom, your bottom to my top, your middle to my middle... be a good boy and you might just get a little!" my future mother in law husked while looking me in the eye and then quickly tossed her drink down while my fiancee choked beside me and Aunt Zelda laughed. Zelda took a sip of hers and then winked at me. "Yep, you sure have your hands full, tonight!" she laughed. Somehow we actually managed to pass the food around and filled our plates. "Your ribs are delicious." I said in a compliment for our hostess. "Why, dear boy, if you think my ribs are delicious wait until you taste the rest of me!" she winked very naughtily. Zelda and I laughed at her joke but Becca stared straight ahead and chewed her mouthful in a rigid silence. I really couldn't understand Becca's pissy attitude but would have to wait until we got home to discuss it. The rest of the meal passed in a strained atmosphere of small talk and the usual casual "getting to know you" questions. I discovered that Ann had worked for a local insurance agent for years and had traveled widely for business. She had been married (and divorced) 3 times ("Lucky bastards!" I thought to myself.) and her last husband was rich (that explains the Porsche). She definitely is a vivacious "edgy" person, very appealing in spite of her age, and, quite obviously, ready to try anything. Becca eventually cooled down enough (after several glasses of an excellent California champagne) to actually talk directly with her mother and even laugh a little at some of the embarrassing stories Ann offered up about Becca's childhood. Becca, like her mother, really loved being the center of attention. As the conversation finally started to flow we finished our dinner and all retired to the living room, relaxing with after dinner drinks before dessert. The living room was decorated in a very sensual style that made me think more of a 1960's bachelorette pad than anything else. The carpet was a sculpted salmon shag and each corner of the room held a statuette copy of Rodin's "The Kiss." On the light green wall above the couch was a large black light poster of a nude couple tightly engaged in a hardcore sweaty love knot, the woman was obviously orgasming, literally running juice around the embedded cock while passionately chewing on her lover's tongue. A large wet bar and 64" flat screen TV took up the opposite wall. On each of the three window sills psychedelic Lava lamps glowed, their slowly jelling globs of color rising and falling in perpetual motion. On the textured ceiling an elegant disco ball spun slowly throwing a sparkling hypnotic pattern around the room. In the corner was a stone fireplace. Beside it was a low purple-velvet lounge, a piece obviously designed for one thing and one thing only, love making. "The only thing missing in this bachelorette pad is some weed, a bit of toot, and a bowl of condoms!" I laughed, whispering in Becca's ear while slyly cupping one of her breasts. "Ssshhh...stop that!" she giggled and whispered back but I could see the tension of her horniness reappear in her face as her legs automatically opened. "I heard that, Mark! You know, I just might have a little something special to smoke stashed around here someplace but you'll have to provide the rubbers. Becca tells me you are quite large!" laughed my future mother in law and tossed back another shot of something frosty. "Mother!" "Guess that definitely sounds like my cue to leave!" laughed Aunt Zelda. She stood up and shook my hand and then thanked her sister for a pleasant meal. I watched her pinch her sister's arm, hard, and whisper, "Take it easy on him, Ann! These two are definitely in love!" Ann grimaced and turned away from her, pouting. "Welcome to the family, Mark, and goodnight all. Have a pleasant evening, but not too pleasant, hear?!" she said and winked at me. Definitely a little tipsy, Ann staggered some on her wobbling heels as she walked Zelda to the door. I heard them whispering together briefly and then her voice called out from the foyer, asking us if we were ready for our dessert yet. "Yes, Mom. Can we take it poolside?" Becca answered for both of us while giving my crotch a quick squeeze. "Of course, dear. Do you want to serve or would you like me to?" "Why don't you, Mother? I think that Mark might definitely like that!" "Are you sure?" "Absolutely!" "You two go ahead then. I'll bring it out in a jiffy minute!" Ann said, a new excitement registering in her girlish voice. Becca and I strolled, hand in hand, out to her mother's large pool that glowed light green in the ambient light. In a corner a large hot tub set in a miniature jungle of succulent plants cascaded its steaming backlit overflow into the bigger glowing pool. Intermittent twisting vapors of steam rose around us. Becca immediately dropped to her knees releasing my manhood into her wet sucking mouth while pulling my khakis down. "God, Becca! What the hell? Your mother will see us!" I gasped popping Becca's mouth off my 10 inch cock. I tried to quickly pull my slacks back up but Becca slapped my hands away and wetly licked the underside of my balls before she allowed me to fasten my trousers. "Booze always makes me extremely horny, Mark. You know that!" she said letting her hand stray under her panties. "Well, horny or not, I can hear your mom's heels in the house clicking their way toward us. Fuck, what has come over you?" "You will soon see, my soon to be husband." "What? Shit, Zelda was right when she said that I have my hands full with you two tonight." "My aunt said that to you? Meddling cunt! Well, as you heard me say inside I gave my mother permission to serve you dessert and I meant it so whatever she serves you is OK with me, understand?" ".....Yeah...I'm not an idiot but...." "Here she is." Becca whispered patting my cock. I jumped up but all I could manage was a silly grin as Ann set a large tray on the stand conveniently standing near us. She motioned toward my chair and we all sat down in the canvas and wood deck chairs arranged poolside. Becca did not even so much as blush when she rose from her knees and sat in hers not bothering to cover up. I laughed nervously and tugged at her skirt. Ann didn't seem to notice. She lit up her cigarette with a retro Zippo, closing it with its distinct metallic click, and took a deep drag letting the smoke gradually curl from her mouth and nostrils up through her long hair in a slow sensual exhalation. She looked me in the eye and then took another drag squinting a bit as the hot smoke touched her eyes and coughed. Both Becca and Ann giggled at some invisible joke. Right then a very distinct smell hit me, a sweetly resinous odor that I haven't smelled in decades. "Is that...? Are you smoking....?" "Pot? Why, yes it is! Want some?" smirked my future mother in law and held the smoldering number out to me. "Are you kidding me?...I haven't...we haven't...Becca....?" "I said that whatever she served you is OK with me, remember? This is something that Mom and I do only on special occasions." Becca said cuddling against me. She took the joint herself and pulled hard making the ember glow brightly orange. A scorched seed popped and arced away from her mouth, like an organic shooting star. A fragment of ashen rolling paper fell away and the weed smoked and sizzled. Becca sucked the heavy smoke deep into her lungs, held it, and then leaned toward me beckoning for a kiss. Ann smiled and nodded. I let Becca kiss me then and felt her exhaling into my mouth. The smoke felt cool and I drew it in and then sucked on Becca's tongue while accepting the shrinking joint. Mom and daughter watched me as I flicked the growing ash off the tip and then turned it around and placed it in my mouth so just the lipstick stained end stuck out. I leaned toward my fiancee blowing a thin, but potent, stream of smoke toward her. "My, my, my! We have a man of some experience here, Becca!" Ann giggled, watching us intently from her chair, her fingers absently stroking high on her exposed thigh. Becca inhaled all she could in two stages and then gestured, choking some, toward her mother. I raised my eyebrows to be sure and she just nodded and waved me away from her, the pot smoke streaming into the night air. I turned and suddenly found myself nose to nose with Ann who winked and waited. I blew the smoke toward her and then found her kissing me with a deep searching kiss while inhaling. I jerked away in a panic but she pulled me back to her lips and then I felt Becca also pressing me toward her mother's face. "It's OK....just keep blowing...." my fiancee wheezed exhaling a thin cloud of smoke that encompassed us all in a translucent bluish haze. I kept kissing and blowing until the joint grew too hot and I had to breath. I pulled away from a very stoned Ann. Our lips momentarily stuck together but then parted. "You finish it, Mark." said Becca curling against my chest. "You'll need it all for the dessert." "But I thought that this was the dessert!" I said and inhaled deeply again feeling the front edge of a pot high tickling my brain...and then, a little lower. "Say...what kind of pot is this anyway, Ann? It kind of smells a little like some hash I smoked once at a party. "Well, daughter, I have to say this one is definitely a keeper! Experienced and perceptive! This little doobie is some excellent Nepalese Black that I picked up on a trip to Kathmandu ages ago and have kept in my freezer for a very special occasion. The hash you are smelling is a sprinkling of some righteous Afghan hashish from just east of Kabul. They blend into an excellent smoke, don't you think? And there is an excellent aphrodisiacal side benefit as well, isn't there?....Ummm....Becca?" "I already told you that it is alright with me, didn't I?" said my very stoned fiancee openly pulling at a long nipple through her clothing. "Just making sure, my darling daughter, just making damn sure! Is it OK?" The roach was now burning the tips of my fingers but I still managed one last toke that was more air than smoke before putting it out with my wet fingertips. I looked around for an ashtray but didn't see any. "Just go ahead, Mother. I am really starting to get hungry again." "Ann, uh what....where...?" "Just eat it, Mark. You will really get off." So I did savoring the charred spicy smoky flavor and then we all laughed at some unknown cosmic joke for awhile until the tears rolled down our faces and our sides truly ached. My cock was now in an aggressive state of arousal that made me wish Becca and I were alone. I swear that I could actually smell the women's cunts through their clothes! Page: "This evening's dessert is chocolate brownies with fudge frosting...and me." intoned Ann. "Huh? But..." Becca silenced me with a finger on my lips. My future mother in law clicked a remote that sent heady bars of some very mellow jazz into the atmosphere around us. Ann rose slowly from her chair and, as Nina Simone breathed out a soulful tune, Ann started a very slow, seductive, strip tease. I immediately shot a glance at Becca who actually smiled and pointed at her mother. At first, I didn't know what to think but was enjoying the erotic sight of my future mother in law pulling first one breast and then the other free from her halter. She arched her heart shaped butt into the air, a great ass that threatened to tear apart the seams of her tiny shorts, and let her big tits dangle and sway. She licked her lips and sat in my lap while kicking off her denim heels. I could feel the coolness of a big tit even through my shirt and then felt my hand being drawn to the waistband of her shorts. Ann just sat there, squirming, on my growing boner while I looked into my fiancee's shining assenting eyes and popped the snap on her mother's shorts. Ann gasped and shifted around on my boner. "Becca, you told me that he was well hung but.....Oh My!" She nestled my thickening meat between her cheeks and leaned back so that I could more easily find her zipper. Her hair smelled great! I found the pull and slowly eased it down, down, and still farther down revealing a growing wedge of delicate feminine flesh decorated with lavender lace. Ann stood up and bent over in front of me pulling her skimpy shorts completely off, practically shoving the scented mound peaking out of her triangle of flesh into my watering mouth. "What a fucking woman!" I thought I said to myself. "Why, thank you dear boy!" husked Ann whisking off her panties and spreading her legs wide apart. She looked at me from between her legs and held my gaze. Her eyes were glowing with lust. "Isn't she!" whispered Becca who again succeeded in freeing my aching rod and forced her lips around the huge knob, making me cry out. Dessert "Go slow, Becca. We want this night to last." "Yes, Mother." Becca pouted obediently after removing her lips but still kept up a languid stroking on my grateful member. Now I felt the real power of the hashish kicking in and wasn't sure which spell was the stronger, the ladies blowing my mind or the dope. Naked Ann strutted sensually to the silver serving tray and retrieved a plate of brownies. She delicately lifted one free and smiled as she scooped up a thick dollop of frosting with a long purple nail and then carefully anointed her nipples and wrinkled belly button, an innie. Her nipples immediately tightened and lengthened and, from this closeness, I could see rows of goose bumps crawling over her chest, stomach, and thighs. "Are you cold, Ann? Can I...?" but Becca hushed me with her slender finger and then stood up, staggering a bit herself. "Just watch, Cowboy. And remember that I love you very much!" "Huh?" I felt helpless under the hashish and, all of a sudden, confused. Becca quickly shucked her minidress and then stepped out of her panties. Naked as the day she was born she carefully draped her pink panties over my cock and then slid into a long hot kiss with her mother. "What?...Wait a minute!...Shit...What??..." Becca and her mother quickly slid to the turf and locked into a fiery 69 of desire, all wet tongues, tangled hair, wobbling tits, and drooling hairy cunts. My cock wilted as I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. Becca broke free for a minute and licked the frosting from her mother's tits and then focused, sucking, on her belly button. In spite of myself, my cock started to rise again at the sight of these two women before me making forbidden love to each other. I started sliding Becca's soft pink panties up and down my big cock. Alert Ann was the first to notice my response and quickly broke their heated clinch. "What?...Dammit, Mom!...I want your pussy!..." Becca gasped and tried to insert her slender pointed tongue back into her mother's open cunt. "Becca, dear...behave now...someone needs our attention!" Ann pushed her daughter away from her and reached for the brownies again. "Oh!" Then both naked women crawled on their hands and knees toward me. Ann smiled, stopped my hand, and slowly pulled Becca's panties loose. She held them to her nose, gathered a bit of the precum oozing from my pecker and anointed the panties, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. Her nostrils involuntarily flared at the mingled scent of her daughter's aroused cunt and my masculine fluid. Ann carefully looked me in the eye and actually put the crotch of the stained panties into her mouth and sucked, savoring the combined juices. When Ann looked at me it was with a leering lust that contorted her lovely features making her look younger and even lovelier. Both women pulled off my clothes and then started smearing chocolate frosting on my mouth, nipples, cock, and balls. Becca bent to the task and soon was gently sucking on my sweetened balls, alternating her attentions there with occasional licks on my erect cock. Her mother, meanwhile, launched herself at my nipples and mouth, renewing the sensual kissing we had begun earlier with the joint but the kissing had intensified now with her lust and the stone from the Asian dope. With her mother trying to drive her tongue down my throat and Becca pressing her hot lips along my shaft I responded by trying to come in Becca's mouth while gripping Ann's lovely ass and sucking on her extended nipples. Both of the randy females broke off their ribald ministrations and, as if on cue, retreated to the hot tub beckoning me after them. They lay beside it kissing and fondling each other, taking great care to deliberately finger the other's wet pussy and grasping asshole....looking me directly in the eye when they nastily probed and licked the deepest. Then they rolled into the steaming bubbling water, laughing and splashing. The Hot Tub Feeling like I was dreaming I slid in too and found myself immediately locked in a sensual embrace with my fiancee and her mother. Our tongues tangled and our bodies slid and slipped deliciously together. I wasn't quite sure who was stroking my cock or which one was cupping my balls but, at this point, I really didn't care since the fingers of one hand were buried in my wife's hot wet pussy while my other hand caressed the finest ass in two states. "Becca?" Ann queried in a hot whisper. "Hmmmm?" Becca responded in a stoned stimulated daze. "May I?" Becca's pussy simply gushed juice and she nodded. Ann slowly stood up before me and then bent over the edge of the tub spreading first her legs and then her glistening pink pussy in obvious invitation. Even heavily stoned on some potent dope I knew my cue when I saw it and steely cock in hand stumbled toward the hot bitch. Then, with no further preliminaries, I slotted my bulging head against her puffy eager snatch. Ann sighed and pressed backwards striving eagerly to get me inside her cunt. She pressed harder and wriggled around moaning and groaning in her efforts. "Are you OK, Mom?" I managed between gritted teeth concerned that I was hurting her. She was so fucking tiny! "I...told...you...Shit!...Ooooo, it's so big!...Don't call me 'Mom', Dammit!..." I held onto one of her big swaying tits for leverage and watched her pussy stretching wider and wider before it finally decided to accept that huge head. She almost passed out when I finally slid inside of her but I caught her. My future mother in law panted for awhile then dropped her head even lower dipping her long hair into the steaming bubbling water. With a determined look Ann's eyes widened as she fucked me in deeper and deeper for awhile, grunting and gasping with pleasure, until I sank completely in, balls deep! "YES! Oh God, YES!" Ann cried out in her girlish accent. "Becca...OH SHIT!...He's so fucking BIG!!!" My fiancee came up behind me pressing her slippery boobs against my back and whispered hot dirty suggestions into my ear. "Now...fuck her horny cunt! Twist the bitch's nipples harder...she loves it rough! Shove your cock head all the way up to her throat! Come on, Cowboy, really fuck my mother's juicy pussy!" I wasted no time and hammered my future mother in law's greedy stretched out cunt with short intense strokes that jolted her hard, driving cries of obscene pleasure from her lovely mouth. "Oh FUCK, Becca...what are you....doing to him?...That monster is still swelling up in me....getting harder....thicker...and I'm cumming....cumming...OH SHIIIITTTT!!...I"M....CUMMING!..." Ann howled at the moon. My future mother in laws luscious pussy spasmed in her joy and gripped my pounding cock in a vise of feminine flesh. "Fuck her through it...really fuck her!....come on fuck the damn slut...she wants it...she fucking needs it..." Becca whispered chewing on my neck and then inserted a slim probing finger deep into my ass. "GRNSHHH!" I bellowed and blew a hot load deep inside her mother. "Mother, he's coming!" Becca yelled and pulled me back and out of Ann's slick swamp allowing the next long spurt to land on Ann's shoulder. Becca vacuumed me into her mouth and took the next two blasts down her throat before Ann spun around and accepted another long stream in her nostril, on her right eye, and on her hair. The two bitches, looking more like sisters than mother and daughter, pulled my erupting cock back and forth jacking, licking, and sucking, deliberately savoring every last drop of hot sticky semen. Finally spent I fell back gasping and shaking but Becca and her mother weren't quite done yet. In the soft moonlight they cuddled and kissed with hot passion, driving their tongues deep into the other's mouth, and then kissed and caressed more tenderly. With a bold glance in my direction Ann opened Becca's mouth with her fingers and let the cum she had collected drip into her daughter's mouth. Becca groaned and slid her fingers over her mother's face, breasts, and bottom. Becca then yanked her mother's hair forcing Ann's head back and did the same to her, looking me directly in the eyes as my spent semen drained slowly back into Ann's open mouth. Ann paused long enough to naughtily blow some cum bubbles before she swallowed the collected mass of semen. The women billed and cooed for awhile licking and cleaning the smaller found remnants of cum from each other. I slid through the water to the embracing women and kissed them both. We all drifted along for awhile in the giggly heady afterglow of spent sex, an afterglow enhanced by the hashish and the pot. At some point I remember being hand fed a couple of brownies, one by each of the ladies, but Ann definitely had the best technique. She started with a brownie balanced on her left breast and then laid back on the edge of the hot tub shimmying and shaking until the brownie slid slowly down her belly and tangled in her delicate muff. Fragrant pussy juice mixed with chocolate frosting is, definitely, my favorite dessert! When the water started to feel too hot we all dove into the bigger pool to cool off. Becca and her mother played at a very twisted version of submarine which Becca won by managing to snare my cock with her mouth three times on her long underwater dives to her mother's two. By now I was ready to fuck anything in sight and threw a shrieking Becca over my shoulder, tossed her onto a big overstuffed corner settee, and fucked her until her teeth rattled and she had orgasmed twice. Ann had settled nearby and quietly fingered herself to her own climax as she watched us cavorting. Becca and I fell into a deep sleep and her mother fished out a large blanket from somewhere, covered us completely, and then burrowed underneath with us. Some time in the middle of the night I roused, only to find myself alone under the blanket. Revelations in the Night "Shhhh...you'll wake him....oh fuck that feels good...please Mom...." "I know exactly...how you like it, Becca....relax this won't take long...here...wait..." Near the house I could hear the muted whispers emitting from the mingled shadows of the two women kneeling together on the lush summer lawn. Becca was on her knees in the grass with her head down and her big ass raised high. By the sound of her voice I could tell she had been worked up for quite awhile and was nearing an orgasm, and not her first! What I didn't expect to see was that her mother was kneeling behind her and was fucking the shit out of her daughter with a huge strap-on that glistened, even in the dark. "Slap...slap...slap...slap..." went the rhythmic sound of Ann's belly slapping against Becca's upraised ass. I stumbled to my feet to get a closer look at the amazing sight of a mother soundly fucking her only daughter. A sweating Ann was gripping one of Becca's swaying tits firmly with one hand and pulling on Becca's raised hip with the other so that she could drive the big dildo deeper still into her daughter. "Nnnnnggggaaahhh....FUCK....YES...YES...YES...shhheeeeiiiittttt!...." wailed Becca in the strangled familiar cry she always used just before falling over the edge. "Take it, Becca....come on...take it!....don't hold back...fuck it..." her mother panted and gasped above her. "What?" I said out loud. "What are you two doing??!" "Oh YES, Mother....fuck...my...tight....little...asshole....I'm coming.....cumming....CUMMING....CUUUUUUUUMMMMMIIINNGGG!..." yelled my noisy fiancee, oblivious to me in her passion, as her mother fucked the piss out of her. "Mark!...Oh SHIT!....You weren't....supposed to see....this!!..." gasped Ann as she stopped and started pulling free from Becca's grasping asshole. "Dammit, you CUNT!....Don't....FUCK!....I'm CUMMING...don't stop now...FUCK!!...." howled Becca as she threw herself back and forth on the pleasuring dildo and roughly pulled her mother's hair trying to get the dildo in deepest. "Becca!...Ow, you bitch!....Becca...Mark!...." "Harder....cumming....Huh?....What?....Mark?...Mark!..AHHHNNNGGGHHH!!!." Becca finally started to realize her predicament and froze in midstroke but couldn't quench her powerful orgasm. What a sight they were! Gleaming in the moonlight, butt naked, my fiancee looking like a deer caught in the headlights and her mother smiling some strange embarrassed twisted smile, panting and steaming in the coolness of the night, and Becca cumming hard while absolutely begging her gorgeous panting mother to fuck her in the ass...which she always refused to allow me to do! For an extended moment we all remained motionless and then, still fucked up on the dope, I started to laugh. "Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, Ho!" Becca and her mother remained stock still. "Ha, ha, Ha!...You should see your selves....ha, ha, ha, ha!" I laughed holding my sides and falling to the grass. Ann recovered first and tapped her daughter on her ass and then slowly withdrew what looked like a foot long whopper. "Oh fuck!...Ha, ha, ha!....This is too much!...Shit!....Ha, ha, ha, ha, hee!..." Ann joined in the laughter in her squeaky high pitched voice and that set Becca into motion with a quieter embarrassed giggle. "You mean you aren't mad?" Becca somehow managed while her asshole still spasmed and winked. "Mad? Mad?....Hell no!....Ha, ha, ha!..." Then we all snuggled on the dewy grass with Becca clinging to my side while her mother tried to disentangle herself from the big dildo, cussing in her frustration with all the straps and buckles. "Here...let me help you with that, Mom...." "Don't call me 'Mom", I hate that! It makes me feel old, dammit! And I can manage myself, quite well, thank you!...FUCK!" I reached around and unbuckled the last thin little black belt and freed my future mother in law's gorgeous hips from their burden of vinyl pleasure. "Where did you ever find one this big, Ann?" "Never mind!" "And...is this little scenario a regular occasion for you two? Shit, from the way you two were carrying on when we first pulled up I thought that you were mortal enemies." Silence. "Well?" Still silence. "Well...somebody better talk soon or I might be the next one using my own personal monster on one of your tight little assholes!" Ann covered her mouth and gasped at that thought and then broke the standoff. "Here's the short version, Mark. Years ago Becca and I entered the same local beauty contest. She was dressed in her red leather mini and boots, a sexy outfit that always turns men's heads, and I had on the denim ensemble that you saw me in earlier. We were quite drunk and the city beauty contest soon devolved into a redneck wet t-shirt competition we hadn't expected. I was drunker than my daughter and eventually won by stripping down till I was buck naked. Becca stood there in front of that large crowd seething and shivering in her soaked red vest and transparent white shirt. After that, she always has resented my "exhibitionism". "Yeah...OK....but what about the hot little lesbo relationship you too have going now? Not to mention the incest!" "That's getting a little personal there, bucko!" "Oh, I see...and fucking the shit out of you and watching you share my cum with your daughter isn't?...Come on...all of it!" I said grasping my long thick pecker and shaking it threateningly at them. "Ok, OK! Here's the rest of the story, Mark." said my still embarrassed fiancee, rubbing her already well-fucked ass while uneasily eying my prick. "One night my first husband and I had been out on the town and gotten really drunk. Mother was visiting and offered us some weed to mellow us out. Well, one thing led to another and soon my husband had passed out in mid clinch with me. Mother and I just kept on going." "And?..." "Shit...do you want me to literally spell it out for you?..." "Actually?....Yes!" "OK...well...she...I...Shit!...I can't!...Mom??...." "Becca and I got it on." Ann stated simply. "We both liked it and got higher. I ended up finally fucking her in the ass with a strap on that I had kept from one of my swinging parties." "Just like that?" I said looking at my fiancee who blushed a deep crimson I could see even in the fading moonlight. "Just like that." repeated Ann. "Mother and I were both more than a little shocked at what had happened when we came down. We didn't do anything for a long time afterwards but from time to time over the years we still like to overindulge and let our inhibitions loose, and, on really rare occasions, that means including others." Unable to even look at me after their explanations, my future mother in law hung her head and Becca started to cry. "Aw...come on you two, buck up!....I didn't mean to hurt anyone...I just thought I deserved to know...after seeing...seeing...you know!...." Becca nodded through her tears and Ann snuggled quietly closer. I couldn't help my next response. Ann held me close and then felt my rising cock pressing against her soft breast. "Becca....Becca!...Looky here!" Ann giggled in her nasally high pitched squeak and pointed. We have some big time company!" This time I was the one blushing. Becca's mom, however, gobbled up my cock with no hesitation causing it to grow and stiffen like a rod of iron. "Damn!" gasped Ann. "Didn't I tell you that he is a keeper? Can you believe the size of this fucker??!" and she fell back to her task with wanton abandon! "By the way, Mark." said Becca. "Mother left out one very important detail." "Gulp...gulp...gulp...Becca!...gulp...Don't you dare!...gulp...gulp" Ann threatened as she continued sucking my dick. What a slutty cocksucker! "She LOVES having a man fuck her up the ass too!" she husked into my ear and then chewed on my earlobe panting hotly. I emptied my nuts into her mother's hot sucking mouth. "Yuuummmmlllpppp!" Ann grunted as spurt after spurt of my hot cum coursed down her throat. She nursed every drop from my balls until I had to pull her away from my too sensitive cockhead. "He likes it!...Hey, Marky!....Marky likes it!" Becca joked and we all roared with laughter. We trooped back under the big comforter where I fucked Becca's mother while we all shared a joint. Then, tangled wonderfully together, we all drifted off and slept like the dead. END

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Ann On The Road Pt. 02 by Haunting© Part Two: Adventures at the Inn The Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat. We drove in silence for awhile, a silence interrupted occasionally by Ann giving me directions to the Inn. In spite of the day's outrageous events at the restaurant and the bridge, and in spite of the fact that I was happily married to Ann's daughter, when I looked at my mother in law in the dim light of the car's dashboard, all I really wanted to do was pull over and fuck her silly. Those thoughts and her delicate fragrance gave me a hard-on and I had to adjust my slacks for comfort. Ann noticed, of course, and instead of smiling, seemed, suddenly, more than a little irritated. "You fucking men! The sight of a little leg and the whiff of an old broad's perfume makes all your peckers rise." she huffed and pulled her short skirt farther down. "Well, excuse me, Mom," I said to deliberately irritate her even more. "You were the bitch in heat at the restaurant today begging for some male attention, were you not?" "Fuck you, Mark! That was...that was....oh, just forget it, you will never understand!" "Oh, I see....and I'll never understand your little charade at the bridge either?, you cunt!" I spat. "You were practically begging me to take charge of your hot little ass...which I did very well, by the way!" "Just drop it, why don't you? We are almost there." "Yeah? Well maybe I'll just skip this little place and head home...I'm suddenly not in the mood for any more of your delightful company." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ann raise her hand. "If that hand so much as even touches me, you'll be walking your hot little ass all the way home!" She froze and then slowly lowered her hand to her lap. "Fuck you, you asshole!" she whispered fiercely, glaring sullenly. My woody had faded in this surprising interplay but a dark thought now lept up in its place and I pulled over, stopped the car, and looked at my bitchy mother in law. "Ann?" "What?" "Look at me." "Aw, fuck you!" "I said...look at me!" I commanded. She shook her head at first but then slowly obeyed. "Swak! Swak!" I slapped her on both cheeks with hard stinging slaps. Her eyes opened wide in surprise but instead of attacking me, or running away, as a normal woman's response might have, she gasped and turned her head away and then just sat there, quietly holding her hands tightly in her lap. I, however, did not miss the fleeting expression of lust that had briefly contorted her face ending with a slight curl of her lips before she quickly contrived an appearance of contrition, including real tears. I thought so! Her sudden unexplained irritability was actually the ploy of a submissive for some "attention" from the one who is dominating her. "Ann." Silence. "Ann?" I said softly with no malice. "What?" she whispered still crying. "I can't do what you want without Becca's permission.....Do you understand?" "What the hell are you talking about? I just got a little out of hand and you slapped me. That's all it was...so fuck you anyway!" "Swak!" I slapped her hard again. Her hands did not move but her knuckles tightened and whitened. Tears flowed more freely and, once more, the lust that swept over her features was unmistakable. This time I also noticed something else in her glistening eyes shedding large hot tears from their curled lashes, involuntary gratitude. I reached for her hands but she turned away. I took her by the shoulders and turned her back towards me and smiled. I loosened her hands from her lap and held them, looking calmly into her eyes when she finally raised her head. "I love my wife, Ann. Please understand me. You may not speak to me that way ever again without getting a harsh response even if it has to wait until we are alone. If you want more from me than that then Becca has to clearly understand and approve." "But this is so humiliating....so...private!" and my mother in law wept crocodile tears. "She'll go absolutely ballistic! You've seen her." I held Ann close until her weeping finally eased and soaking my shoulder in the process. "Well, I'll leave it up to you to be the one to tell her but you've got to admit that your relationship with her is a bit out on the edge anyway...just a bit." and she laughed and then kissed me on the neck patting my penis through my slacks. "OK, but can we still eat at the Inn? I'll be good, more than good. I promise I'll be the Date of the Year!" and she smothered my hands with kisses. "OK, OK! We'll go. Sheesh...take it easy!" "Thank you, thank you!" As I eased back onto the road Ann wiped away her tears and then turned her attentions to primping and fussing with her dissolved and smeared makeup...again. I noticed she spent quite some time with her rouge to match her slap-reddened cheeks. I loved to watch a woman do herself up and kept one eye on the road and one eye on Ann. She was a looker and I soon had another huge hard-on from the brief beaver shots that she was unintentionally beaming my way. She noticed this one too and spoke through the mane of hair dangling over her arm that she was brushing out. "Maybe we'll take care of that "little" problem later?! Did I ever confess that I am a true 'size queen'? I lost track of how many batteries I burned out thinking about your primal organ after that first night at my place!" she laughed and returned to her work finishing just as my car crunched into the Inn's gravely drive. I tried Becca on the cell phone one more time but my wife still wasn't home. "Ready?" "Ready, son." The Inn of the Three-Toed Cat was a recently refurbished Victorian mansion complete with onion-domed turrets, multicolored gingerbread trim, and a long wrap-around porch, complete with swings and deck chairs. The amply endowed hostess made sure to bend low and smile sweetly as she gathered our drink menus then led us into the dining room, her ass twitching slightly under her loose gingham skirt. Did I see a knowing wink directed at Ann just before our hostess, Cathy, turned? Probably not, I was just tired from the driving is all. "Bitch!" whispered Ann. "Aren't you all?" I whispered back and she pinched me hard on the biceps. The sexy hostess was no match for Ann though and there was simply no contest when my mother in law got it in gear. Ann was gorgeous all made up and her big ass was wrapped so tightly in that black miniskirt that it swayed like a metronome below her long shiny hair and bouncing jiggling tits. She radiated a sensual femininity that made all the men gasp so hard that they created a slight breeze in the room...just kidding but her ass in motion definitely beckoned to the wilder side of life. You could practically hear all the cocks in the room stand up and crow! Heads continued to lock on her and turn in progressive sequence as we were directed to our table in a dark corner by a large beveled glass window. "Your waiter is Paul and he will be with you momentarily." smiled our hostess and twitched away but the men ignored her and kept leering at my mother in law. "Do you ever get used to it?" I asked and opened my menu. "Get used to what?" "You know...the staring!" "Oh that!" she laughed and tossed her hair jiggling her big boobs some more, absolutely delighting the enthralled men in the room but only succeeding in irritating their women. "Fuck 'em!! Let 'em stare! Frankly, I love the attention! I am a bit of an exhibitionist, as you might remember." she smiled and winked slyly casually placing a hand on my thigh under the long linen tablecloth. We both laughed. Paul showed up then and noticed Ann's hand still in place and smiled and asked us what we would like to drink. "Long Island Tea." announced Ann. "Hmmm. The same." Almost instantaneously our drinks appeared, vanished, and were soon followed by another. The combined alcohol quickly relaxed us and soon we openly flirted as we chatted into the buzz. We didn't have to order our meal, as it turned out, because the Inn only serves one thing, grilled t-bone steaks with a preceding tossed salad and chocolate frosted brownies for dessert. I asked Ann about this curious singularity and she said simply, "Why mess with a good thing? And, besides, these brownies are the best in the state and only I have managed to attain the recipe." "Oh? How'd you manage that? Sleep with the owner?" I teased seriously. "Well...actually, it was the chef!" she winked naughtily and let her hand drift higher on my leg where she tickled my balls. I didn't move it away enjoying my mother in laws light caress. "One more?" said Paul appearing from nowhere. "Plenty here, thanks!" "Same here!" chimed Ann directly squeezing my balls as the waiter discreetly wrote on his pad. Alone again, Ann sat back in her chair and replaced her fingers on my crotch with the bare sole of her right foot. "Bet Becca hasn't ever done this with you!" she teased as her toes did a little dance. "Actually, she has, Ann, in our hometown Mom and Pop place." I replied and slid my hand up her leg to her knee and then her sleek thigh. The alcohol was doing its thing and I was getting a little tipsy, and horny. "It's about time you showed some active interest!" Ann said wriggling her ass closer and opening her legs so that I could reach higher. "I'm impressed with my daughter. She can still surprise me from time to time." "Yeah, and she wasn't drunk either." "Oh, I'm far from drunk and I don't need booze to do...this!" My mother in law quickly withdrew her foot and then slid her ass even farther forward giving me a quick damp feel before she slowly disappeared under the tablecloth. I quickly looked around the room but by now the other patrons had their attention on their dinner, not us. I felt Ann grip my zipper and slowly tug it downwards. Lifting the tablecloth slightly I watched my mother in law struggling to fish out my hard cock and then smile. "I almost forgot what a monster you pack!" she whispered in her high pitched voice and then attacked it with her mouth, trying her best to stuff all 10 inches in. I couldn't believe it and let the cloth fall back into place as she noisily sucked and gagged, jacked and licked me to a steely hardness. Our waiter showed up with some drinks at a nearby table pretending not to notice the lusty sounds of her hot blowjob coming from under our table. "Enjoy!" he said to the other guests but with a wink my way. He walked off grinning broadly. "Fuck, Ann! He almost saw us! They can hear you! And...your heels are sticking out from under the cloth!" I hissed reaching under the cloth, trying to prize her mouth loose. "POP!" was so loud as her lips slid free that I looked around to see if anyone heard us. No one seemed to notice and the couple near us, even if they had heard, remained carefully focused on their drinks, and their conversation. Ann gasped for breath briefly and then swallowed me again bobbing her head furiously up and down. I yanked her loose again and she laughed and then slowly returned to her seat with a delightful leering look of lust on her face dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. With some difficulty I tucked myself back in. We drank in silence for awhile until we both started laughing at our little secret. "You were just about ready to cum, you know." "I know! I know!" "I love a little hot cock cream for an appetizer!" she teased. "Bet my daughter never did that in a restaurant!" she laughed and returned her foot to my crotch. "Ah, no....she never has....not with me anyway..." and we laughed. With impeccable timing our food showed up and, good as the salad was, the steak was a treasure, seasoned and grilled to perfection and dripping flavorful juice with each bite. Ann and I relished each bite of the beef and then finished off our drinks while waiting for dessert. The owner appeared in the room cruising from table to table asking the diners if had enjoyed the meal. He soon showed up at ours and graciously kissed my mother in law's hand holding her gaze for a tad longer than was socially customary. "Ann, it has been quite awhile since you have come to see us. People have been asking about you. And who is this young man that you are trying to corrupt tonight?" he laughed patting my shoulder. My mother in law introduced us. At my request he sat down and told me how the Inn got its name. Turns out a stray feline showed up, limping, on their steps one brutally cold winter day, cowering in the lee of the wind. The owner's wife, Helen, took pity on the wretched animal and let it in. The cat sniffed at the open door for a moment and slowly walked in. Once in it looked them over closely, and assured of no danger, immediately turned and jumped up into the sunny bay window and lay there warming itself and licking its fur until it fell sound asleep. Their new cat slept there everyday all that winter. The owners had noticed that part of its tail was missing, presumably from frostbite, but who can tell? Well, the regulars at the Inn noticed the cat in residence, of course, and when they found out about its tail started referring to their place as the Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat. The name stuck. While the owner continued to talk I felt my attention wander to some concern about my wife not being home and then to contemplations about her nonsensical jealousy of her mother. "Uh oh, I've bored your young date, Ann. Please forgive this old fool for talking too much." He got up and kissed Ann's hand again, said goodbye to me, and then moved on to other tables. "I'd better call Becca again...I'll be right back." "Would you just forget about her? I'm sure she is OK and, besides, here comes our waiter with our dessert. Wait until you taste these brownies!" "Well, OK....but then I must call her right after." The brownies looked luscious. They were coated with a thick chocolate demiglace and sprinkled with what looked like cinnamon. I tried a little taste of the frosting. Yes, it was cinnamon and....something else...and damn good! I took a bite of the brownie and then quickly devoured the rest. "Damn! That was excellent, Ann!" I enthused as my mother in law continued to eat away at hers, obviously relishing each little chocolatey morsel. "And what did I tell you? Absolutely the best brownies in Iowa!" "There was something in them I couldn't quite place, some spice that reminded me of....something...somewhere...Oh well, it was great! And the aftertaste is great too, it's still lingering on my tongue." "Yeah, these little wonders are renowned for their after-effect, er...I meant their taste. Quite remarkable!" "Well, I think it is time to head home. Today been fun, and wild, and weird, and delicious, but all good things have to come an end." I said carrying on some and started to feel a little dizzy, woozy... more like, and even numb around the lips. "I don't think I had that much to drink but maybe I did." I thought to myself and chuckled. Whatever the amount of alcohol I had imbibed I was definitely feeling more than a little randy right now and my mother in law was steadily looking more and more like a very feminine piece of ass ready to be sampled and devoured. The envy of the other men in the room still gawking at Ann was practically tangible. By the time the bill arrived in it's little black plastic credit card holder I was feeling almost giddy but wanted to hit the road anyway so I could get just home and screw my wife's brain out all night long! She wouldn't know what hit her but really wouldn't care after her second crashing orgasm on my dancing tongue. My aching cock was becoming a problem as we rose to pay the bill out front. Ann giggled when she noticed my predicament and maneuvered her sexy ass so she was pressing against me. Then we walked out that way. Her swaying ass just made the problem worse but thank god the dining room was almost empty. I fished for my wallet at the antique register while a smiling Ann held her position. Tearing my eyes away from Ann's ass I glanced out the window and noticed that the parking lot was still full. "Their cars are still here but where is everybody?" I asked the hostess catching a glimpse of Ann holding her finger to her lips, which she quickly hid, while I handed over a credit card. "Oh, after a big meal some of our guests just like to walk near the river or just stay the night in one of our rooms. How about you two? Need a room?" she winked with a leering smile noticing my mother in law slightly massaging my front with her big ass. "Not tonight, I've got to get home, to my wife." I hastily added. "Whatever you say, sir!" Outside, I expected the cool fresh air to immediately clear my head....but that wasn't the case. The Parking Lot We walked, staggered actually, separately this time, to my car. I had to lean on the hood to catch my breath. I felt like I was walking through mud and carrying a heavy load of bricks. "What the hell? I'm used to drinking so that's not it. Shit! And...what is that strange sound over there by the river? Almost sounds like a little ruckus." I said watching the stars wheel in the sky above the overhanging trees just before I became sick to my stomach. "Yeah, it's a ruckus alright!" Ann smirked under her breath but then spun around and retched into the unfortunate bushes beside us. "That should do it. Maybe I'll feel better now. You sick too, Ann? Maybe it was the food." "Well, it is probably the food but not in the way you are thinking." she managed, vomited again, and then started giggling. "What?...Ha, ha, ha, ha...." I joined in and couldn't stop. We sagged into the car and I fished out my phone to call and felt my head still spinning and a strange, yet familiar, warmth surge through my body while I tried to dial and then I tossed my cookies again out the open window. "What the hell?...Ha, ha, hee, ho...Oh No!!! Is this what I think it is??...ha, ha, ha!" Ann was doubled over with laughter beside me but stopped for a moment and just nodded her head. "Fuck me!...ha, ha, ha....those weren't just plain brownies were they?...ha, ha, ha..." "Hee, hee, hee, hee...." Ann tittered like a little school girl. "Hash....those were hash brownies...hee, hee, ho!" and I felt the first really strong rush of the night sweep over me. My mother in law just pointed at her nose and laughed, completely out of control. "Oh...oh...hee, hee, hash...and...and...hee, hee, hee!..." "Hee, ho, hah, ha....and what, Ann?...ha, ha, ha!..." "Just a tad" and she held up her thumb and finger together measuring an invisible something, "just a...hee, hee, hee...eansy tad of...hee, hee...opium!...Fuck!...hee, hee, hee, hee!..." We clung to each other as I managed to fish some mouthwash out of the glove box that I kept for traveling. We shared a big capful, laughing hilariously at our efforts to rinse and spit. I got a little on Ann's blouse and offered to clean it for her but when I slid a tissue over her rounded breasts I felt my laughter launch immediately into a powerful horniness. "Ann...I....Mom...I..." "Just go with the flow, Mark!" she urged sensing my state and suddenly was as serious as me sliding her slim hand into my pocket and around my stiffening cock. I put my hands on the neckline of her blouse and over her bra straps and then just tore them from her body. I felt half human as I pushed the remaining clinging shreds of lace aside and mauled her big knockers. Ann gasped in surprise but then rose to her knees and shoved her taut nipples into my face and started tearing at my trousers until she freed what she was looking for. "In the back, in the back, in the back" she whispered as I started kissing her hotly and fingering her under her skirt. She simply oozed hot pussy juice. I turned and tore open my door while Ann, very unladylike, dove into the back seat. I ripped open the back door and then dropped my pants to the ground and then tossed them into the front. The noise from the ruckus, or whatever the hell was happening by the river, was definitely growing louder. In the dim glow of the dome light I could see Ann openly leering at my cock and beckoning me with a finger of one hand while spreading her glistening nether lips with the other. I lept onto her splayed body and roughly jammed my cock home making us both stiffen and arch together, crying out. The drugs from the brownies were filling our minds as I filled her drooling cunt, over and over and over. "Harder....FUCK!....deeper....You're so FUCKING BIG!...right there.....don't stop....please don't stop!" Ann begged, fucking hard. When I latched onto a wildly waving nipple with sucking lips Ann blasted into her first orgasm. "OoooooOOOOoooooOOOOoooo...." she wailed like some wounded animal while her pussy spasmed deliciously around my punishing cock. I kept driving into her like some demented lecherous cock beast....fucking....fucking...fucking...fucking selfishly hard into her quivering jiggling body, male and female, hard cock and wet cunt, relishing the feel of my nuts sticking briefly to her lovely ass on each power stroke. She struggled and gasped breathlessly again and again as she quickly blew through two more orgasms with my lips still attached to the same sweating nipple, my cock still relentlessly savaging her tender pussy. I had to release the nipple or pass out so I let it go while Ann continued to impale herself, again and again and again, on my welcome invading steel. I grunted and gasped desperately for air while feeling myself really starting to slip over the sexual edge. Without permission I gripped one of her tits hard with my left hand making the soft flesh squeeze out between my rough fingers and while she groaned from that attack I grabbed her ass with the right and inserted my middle finger up her cunt-juice slickened asshole. "Fuuuucccckkkkkk!" my mother in law shrieked as she wrapped her arms and legs around me placing her feet on the ceiling for support. "Fuck me harder....harder...harder....deeper....shit!, shit!, SHIT!..." she blathered mindlessly while I pulled her onto my enormous cock and pounded the hell out of her swampy cunt stretched obscenely around my invading monster. The Lincoln filled with the scent of our lovemaking and the windows started to fog in the still cooling October night. As if detached from our desperate mating I watched Ann, beautiful sweating rutting Ann, blow into yet one more orgasm biting deep into my shoulder, trying to walk her jiggling feet yet higher along the ceiling of the Lincoln, even in the heights of her pleasure angling deliberately for the precise hammering of her g-spot under my fierce male assault. When I felt her teeth bite and bite deeper and saw her tiny foot creeping higher near my head while attaining some impossible position of lust, I could take no more. Urged on hotly by my partner, and the hashish, and the opium, I drove harder and faster at my exquisite gushing target making Ann cry out with each long stroke, as I strove mightily to pound even my balls into her receptive, and captive, cunt! We were really rocking this old car now! Any harder and it might just roll over! Someone walking through the parking lot to their car might see or hear us but I was now far beyond caring about anything except getting my rocks off in my mother in law. "Damn, Ann!....Fuck!....Shit!....Damn!..." "You're getting even harder,....longer....thicker!...." she panted and whimpered. Our foreheads bumped together as we both focused our eyes on our mating groins, excitedly staring at my wet, long, veined meat punching in and out of the open cunt beneath my mother in law's thick black tangle of hair. My invading finger was still buried tightly in her clinging ass. Then, with my triumphant cock buried to the hilt in her delighted oozing pussy, I felt the hash surging again and came inside of her, and came hard! "Grnnnnshhhhhaaarrrgggghhhhhsssssnnnnnnnnn!" I strangled out as I froze in place locking blurring eyes with Ann, who clamped our bodies together as she tightened her lovely legs tightly around me. Thick hot streams of lust blasted multitudes of determined sperm deep into her mysterious welcoming womb. I collapsed on top of her when I was done and gasped for air on her shoulder while she pulled my head close and kissed me over and over and over, murmuring the sweet nothings of sexual afterglow as my car continued to rock. I kissed her back when I could, drowning in her grateful eyes and sweet sensual French kisses. Wait a minute. Some logical thought was actually progressing through the haze of the drugs. "Wait a minute!" I said out loud against her luscious lips. "Yes?" she dreamily queried kissing my neck and shoulders with light little feather kisses. I, distractedly, kissed her back but now had an eye on the car beside us that seemed to be moving up and down but it wasn't the one moving. My car was the one moving. We were, somehow, still rocking! "What the hell?" "What?" she mused still lost in the glow, still kissing my sweating flesh, still gently squeezing my grateful cock with her satisfied pussy. "We are not alone!" "Oh? Who's here? ET?" she giggled and then kept on kissing me. I looked over the front seat and could see a naked couple on the hood fucking like rabbits, the young woman bent over with her tits flattened on the black metal and her lover hammering away behind her making her raised black ass ripple with each hard stroke. "Look!" "Oh...all right." and Ann struggled to look over the seat and then just laughed and calmly returned to her ministrations pulling me back down to her sweating breasts while flexing her pussy on my still embedded cock, making some more cum ooze out. "They must have had the dessert too!" she laughed and bit me playfully on the shoulder. "Ha, ha, ha...well...yeah...but it's my car, dammit! And, no doubt, they probably saw us going at it too!" "Relax, Cowboy! Oh, by the way, take a look behind us." and she playfully bit my neck and motioned with her eyes. I quickly looked over the back seat as my car continued to sway and saw another naked couple literally pasted against the rear window. She was flat on her back and he was above her, hands on either side of her lovely flesh rutting like there was no tomorrow. "OOOoooooOOOOooooOOOoooo!" she wailed through the thick striated glass in the throes of an obvious orgasm. "Gosh, she sounds kinda like me!" my mother in law joked and then circled my hanging scrotum with her thumb and finger making me groan and instinctively launch one last lingering stream of cum into her already flooded pussy. "Why, thank you, dear boy! What a nice compliment!" Ann whispered, naughtily wriggling her sexy sweaty hips. "Got any more?" We both laughed for awhile but, even with the hash and the opium, I was feeling more than a little self conscious and started feeling around for my pants. "There's absolutely nothing for you to worry about, hon... they know me here. Oh, by the way, take a closer look at the couple fucking on the hood!" she smirked. I tried to casually peer over the seat at the couple still fucking away. "And?....." "Look closer, hon....at the man behind her..." she said and flexed her pussy again making me groan with pleasure but I could shoot no more cum. "Nope...doesn't look..." "Picture a cap on him....a policeman's cap, Silly!...hee, hee..." she laughed and giggled. Then the lightbulb went off and I ducked quickly behind the seat. Ann held me to her boobs that were jiggling and wobbling to the motion of the old Lincoln and laughed and laughed. I finally, nervously, joined her for awhile, took another peek, and then dove for the safety of her rolling tits again. "Hell, I fucked him last year, right in this same parking lot! Hee, hee, hee!..." "You mean...you and him...here?..." "You really didn't think that little thicket of bushes in the City Park could possibly hide this big old car, did you?" she laughed. "Just 'cause he is a small town cop doesn't mean he is stupid, or blind! Hee, hee, hee..." It finally dawned on me, through my drug-addled brain, that my mother in law was right and that there was no cause for alarm. Ann noticed the change in my demeanor right away and suggestively worked her hips trying to get me to fuck her again. My cock did start to wake up but then changed its mind and slowly slid from her pussy's slickened grip, inch by softening inch. "Damn!" spat Ann and started to look for her bra and top. I found my slacks draped over the gear shift and whipped them on almost catching my cock in the ratcheting teeth of the zipper. "Careful...careful! We definitely don't want to damage the goods!" my mother in law laughed finishing the zipping for me while still looking about for her clothes. She managed to tug her tight skirt back down into place, as the car continued to rock, while still casting her eyes about for bra. "Uh, Ann....Mom?" "Don't call me that! It makes me feel old, dammit!" she hissed at me, still looking. "I ripped your bra and your blouse when we were in the front seat... remember?...Sorry!" "Ohh my! That's right!....Hee, hee, hee, tee, hee!" she giggled so delightfully. "So now what?" I asked a little worried. "I told you that everything is OK here! What is the bare-assed local cop fucking his naked gal in public going to do....arrest me?" she laughed and pointed at the couple on the hood who had finally collapsed in spent pleasure. My mother in law grasped the fragments of her bra and blouse hanging from her shoulders and tried to tie them into a flimsy knot over her big swaying boobs but did not succeed. "Take a fucking break, would ya?" she yelled at the couple still fucking loudly against the rear window. As if on cue three long streams of cum arced past the splayed blond and painted the top of my window. The couple froze when they heard Ann and turned to look at us. "Thanks for stopping!" laughed Ann and finally managed to tie the shredded fragments of her garments in a loose knot over her magnificent tits, hiding absolutely nothing! There was a long pause and then we all just howled with laughter in the insanity of the moment. When I finally was able to stop laughing I experienced some momentary lucidity and realized our present reality. "I can't drive. We need a room." "No shit, Buckwheat!" "I'll call Becca from inside." "....Hmmmm....well....OK....if you feel like you must...." Ann said, smiling to herself. I opened the door and helped Ann step out from the rear seat of the car into a big round of applause, applause that started to grow in volume. I looked around us into a scene of unbelievable debauchery. The parking lot was still full of cars with everyone naked and engaging in some form of sexual intercourse, on cars, groups in cars, on the ground, even on the steps of the Inn! People took a brief break though when Ann stood up. Wolf whistles rang out, and more cheering too, as we ran the naked gauntlet of debauched decadence toward the Inn. We carefully stepped over the Asian couple fucking on the steps. At the entrance I gripped Ann's arm and demanded to know where the hell Becca was. Ann definitely seemed to know something. "Just relax. I'm sure she's just fine. By the way, she knew where I was bringing you tonight for supper because I told her." she confided in a mock whisper and then waved and bowed to the cheering crowd before disappearing inside. "Does Becca know what goes on here? What they serve? That we might have...might have...well...you know!..." "Fucked? We already did fuck, with Becca's full knowledge and assent by the way. Oh yes! She knows all about the Inn, in detail! I make sure that I tell her all about my randier adventures, only leaving out the rare ones that involve my little personality quirk. Don't think she is quite ready for that one about her mother! By the way, Becca always gets quite bitchy, you know, before any arranged sexual event that involves me! Why do you think she was quite the little cunt when I met you and again last night?" she laughed and winked and then rang the bell on the desk for the hostess. While my very hot, and practically half naked, mother in law, Ann, rang the bell again and again I mused over what she had just said in the slowly fading haze of the hashish stone. Becca knew. My wife actually knew that we were coming here for dinner and that Ann and I would possibly, Shit!, most likely, get ridiculously high and then fuck! As this profound knowledge sank into my cortex I watched Ann give up on the bell, grab a heart-shaped key from behind the counter, and then smile and reach for my arm. Strolling arm in arm, hips bumping, we soon neared the wide hardwood staircase to the second floor of the Inn of the Stub-Tailed Cat and heard some muted sex sounds coming from under the stairs. Looking for their source we found a hidden closet under the staircase and slightly opened the door. Inside the chef and the hostess were really getting it on, completely lost in the heat of the moment. Ann smiled and softly started to close the door but then, with a wicked smile at me, pulled it wide open allowing the sounds of their frenzied copulation to flow out into the room. Ann leaned on me and took off her heels. Then we crept slowly up the stairs on tiptoe, laughing and whispering, a wonderful little climb that gave me a close up view of my mother in law's big ass just in front of me swaying rhythmically beneath her cascading black hair and huge jutting boobs. Upstairs at the Inn Whispering and giggling and again arm in arm we finally found our room at the very end of the hall. Above our room number the words "Honeymoon Suite" were spelled out in pink wooden letters. The door was left slightly ajar as was customary with some bed and breakfast places and other smaller hospitality hotels. "I swear I didn't know, Mark. I just grabbed a key, any key!" she blushed. "And, how the hell am I supposed to explain to my wife that I fucked her mother silly in the parking lot and then spent the night in the Inn's fucking Honeymoon Suite?" I winced at the grim prospect of that conversation. Ann just laughed and giggled sliding her hand back into my pants and gripped my grateful cock. "My!" she whispered and stood on her tip toes for a kiss on the lips. "He sure grows fast!" I laughed and grabbed her big ass and a big juicy tit and kissed her back finding her tongue searching for mine. My cock hardened in her warm grip and I found myself getting lost in the passionate kiss. The deeper we kissed the more my blood surged making the opium/hashish kick back in and I found my fingers searching for, and finding my mother in law's juicy cunt. "My!" she gasped into my mouth and then drove her tongue in deep while starting a slow jacking motion with her hand. I thought I heard something squeaking and looked up but Ann pulled my head back down. The door hinges squeaked again and this time I saw the door actually opening. At first I thought Ann was leaning against it but all of her weight remained pressed forward against me. Then the door slowly swung wide open and there stood my wife, completely naked, holding a small plate with a half eaten brownie on it, and she was smiling, at least until she discovered that my hand was in Ann's cookie jar and that her mother's hand was wrapped around my cock! "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She tossed the plate against the wall and lept at Ann grabbing big handfuls of hair and yanked her away from me. "What were you going to do? Fuck my husband right there in the hall? You were supposed to wait until we had him alone in the room!" she shouted while dragging her mother into the room and throwing her on the carpet. Ann jumped up. Her claws were out as she flung herself on her naked daughter snatching her daughter's hair trying to tear it loose. I came to my senses and jumped inside and slammed the door. I tried to separate the two biting scratching women but only received a deep scratch on my arm and a bite on my calf for my efforts. "Fuckin' bitches!" I shouted and roughly grabbed Becca and swung her loose. She lost a little hair in the process and Ann still came after her but I blocked my mother in law with my body taking another couple of scratches in the process. I held a struggling Becca with her arm behind her back and whipped the struggling Ann into a tight headlock. "Would you two just knock it off!" I demanded and sidestepped a kick to the shin. "Fuck you, Becca!" shouted her mother. "Back at ya, Cunt!" shouted Becca and tried lunging around me but I turned her away dragging Ann along for the ride. "Let me go!" Ann squealed, trying to bite my arm still clamped on her head. Becca managed to break loose for a second and clawed my side while she bit her mom right on the tit! Ann howled in pain until I pried Becca's mouth loose and slapped her, hard, on her bare ass. Claws out she wheeled on me as Ann sat down rubbing her breast. I decided that I had had more than fucking enough of these two bitches! I slapped Becca on both cheeks and she froze in shock. I grabbed her naked body and sat down on the pink heart shaped bed. Flinging her over my lap I started spanking her, hard! She unfroze and started struggling and cursing but I kept it up until she tamed and started to cry. With my sore hand upraised over Becca's naked sexy ass I turned toward Ann expecting to see her glaring at us, in pain from the bite, and maybe coming at Becca again. She was, indeed, still rubbing her tit, but was calming down and actually smiling at us. "What the fuck?" and I spanked Becca again but a little lighter this time. My wife had relaxed some, even with the crying, but then tensed up for a second with the last blow. Ann stood up and peeled off the shreds of her "top" and then shimmied out of her mini. I caught my breath and started to take stock of my own wounds which actually weren't too bad but hurt some. Ann came over and rubbed Becca's red butt and kissed the scratches on my arm that she had inflicted. Becca was no longer a problem but my blood was still up and I turned to Ann and smiled. She smiled back touching my face. "Smmaaackk!" I slapped her with a stinging slap and she snapped suddenly erect. "Smack!" I slapped her again and she retreated holding her cheeks. "Thud!" I dumped Becca on the floor and stood up, advancing on Ann. I grabbed her by her long tresses and slapped one of her hanging tits. "Swak!" "Don't! Please! Not in front of Becca!" my mother in law pleaded. "Swak!" I slapped her other tit and then let her go. "You will do exactly as I say! Becca doesn't know the rules...yet...but you sure as hell do....so shut the fuck up, Mom!" Ann started to cry at the tone of my voice but stood still and slightly nodded her head. In her face I saw a mixture of fear and anxiety but also a barely disguised lust. "What rules? What do you mean?" said Becca now sitting up, rubbing her sore butt. "SHUT UP!" both Ann and I shouted in unison and then Ann hung her head in submission. "First, I want to know what the hell is going here! Did I hear correctly when Becca said you two planned together to get me in here? To do what?" I demanded pacing around the room as I questioned them. Ann followed exactly two steps behind with shame and embarrassment radiating from her flushed face. I noticed her following and then paraded her around the heart shaped bed past my gawking wife and into the sitting room. Becca peered around the door but quickly ducked aside as I walked her mother back into the bedroom. I stopped near Becca and so did Ann holding her distance, precisely. "Remove my belt." I calmly commanded Ann which she immediately did as Becca's eyes widened. "Assume the position, Ann." I directed. She immediately obeyed my command and bent over. My submissive mother in law grabbed her slim ankles putting her glorious ass on display. "Since neither of you two cunts chose to answer my questions about what is going on here, you deserve some punishment, Ann, for your actions as well as your daughter's!" "Yes sir!" barked Ann unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "What are you two doing?" asked Becca in disbelief. "Shut up, Becca!" commanded her mother and I in unison. "Ann. You will count, correctly, or you will be given extras! Do you understand me clearly?" "Yes!" "Snap!" the belt snapped across her stretched ass. "One!" gasped Ann with a quiver in her voice that I knew meant she was loving this humiliation in front of a witness, in front of her own daughter! "Snap!" a little harder this time. "Two!" Ann called out. I raised my hand again. "Knock, knock, knock, knock!" came from the door. "Snap!" went the leather belt and Ann winced. "Three!" she said while biting her lip but smiling and her beautiful green eyes slitting in pleasure. "Knock, knock, knock, knock! Open up!" "Fuck! What the hell do they want? Becca get the door. Ann, hold your position." Becca refused to move, shaking her head. She was still butt naked. "Ann, inform your daughter of her situation here." I directed. "Becca, just open the goddamn door...now...or you are next! Understand?" Becca stood up a little uncertainly and advanced toward the door still rubbing her beautiful ass but eying me carefully while giving me a wide berth. It wasn't enough. "Snap!" I caught her ass with a stinging snap. Becca jumped and yelped in surprise. "Faster!" I commanded. "And no robe." I directed raising the belt again as she reached for one hanging from the door hooks. I was pretty sure, even with the quickly fading hashish stone, that I had taken the true measure of this "hospitality house" and that there would be no problem with our little scenario. "Knock, knock, knock!" "Open the door, Becca! It's OK." assured her mother. The door opened with Becca trying to shield her nakedness with the door. The look on her face was precious! "We've had some concern from the other guests. Is everything alright in here?" queried the local sheriff, his hat in place, but nothing else on. The hostess was also with him, nude and cowering at his side, a bit of drying cum stitched over her belly. "Sorry, Missy," he said to my wife, "but you really must open the door wide." Becca complied and tried to hide her pubic hair with one hand and her nipples with the other. I remained as I was, the only one fully clothed in this group with my leather belt in hand behind a furiously blushing Ann displaying the marks of punishment on her big ass. There was a long pause as he took in the situation. "Ann, are you alright in there....is everything OK?" "Yes, Jack! Everything is just peachy!" she tried to joke but in her position it was difficult. I just looked at the sheriff and shrugged. "Well...if you say so...Are you sure?" "Dammit, Jack! If I say that we are OK then we are! You know that!" she spat feistily. "Well, try to keep it down a bit anyway. You three are kinda breaking the mood here in the Inn. Know what I mean?" "There won't be any more loud noise, officer...except for the occasional orgasm, or three!" I joked and snapped the belt, hard, on Ann's big luscious ass. "Four!" she squeaked in her wavering little girlie voice unable, however, to hide her pain and obvious pleasure. "Mother!" scolded her shocked and embarrassed daughter. "Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ho!" laughed the sheriff and his date. "Ann, you always were the wild one! Well...you all have a good time at the Inn!" Becca apologized for any inconvenience, thanked them, and then quickly closed the door. "I have never been so humiliated...so fucking ashamed of you, Mom....so angry...and you actually gave me the belt....they were naked too........" Becca continued to rant for awhile by the door while I just smiled and turned my attentions back to Ann still, admirably, holding her position and demeanor. "Ready, Ann dear?" "Ready, Sugar!" "You two are fucking NUTS!" my wife continued to fume and fuss. "Snap!" "Owwww....Fi...Fi...Five!" Ann stuttered out. I knew from experience that when a whipped or spanked woman starts to stutter like this under punishment that she is rapidly nearing her personal limit. "Snap!" "Shit!...Damn!...uhmmm...uh...Sev....no...uh...owwwie....Si..Si...Si...Six!" Ann managed triumphantly, squirming her upraised ass back and forth and feeling the burn while still gripping her ankles tightly, relishing the exquisite pain she so secretly coveted. "We're done, Ann....You handled the local fuzz quite nicely, by the way." I complimented her while softly massaging her punished flesh. "You may stand now." "Thank you! Oh, thank you!" said my mother in law sincerely standing up, rubbing her butt, and smothering me with kisses. "You two are fucking CRAZY!" Becca cried out in anger and amazement which suddenly turned to tears. "I hate you both!" and she ran from the room. I grabbed her by the hair just as she reached the other doorway and dragged her, struggling and cussing, back to the bed. I flung her on it. I had a rock hard cock that wanted some relief. "Ann!" I commanded pointing to my tented pants. "Yes sir!" she husked and bent to her task of removing my slacks while I held the struggling Becca, her daughter, my wife. "And the shirt!" I directed and Ann pulled that quickly from my body leaving me naked with a big boner expectantly pointing at my equally naked wife. Becca's eyes widened still more and she struggled all the harder but I was too fast for my wife and opened her kicking legs letting her quickly feel the heat of my surging cock-head against her pussy lips, her wet pussy lips, her very very wet pussy lips! "No, no!" was Becca's fading verbal protest but her desperately horny body was now singing a very different tune. I shoved in deep and hard. When my cock finally bottomed out in her overheated cunt Becca cried out and flung her legs wide. I gripped her head and forced a kiss on her, lips that she held tightly closed. Still holding my cock buried in her pussy I wormed my tongue against her compressed lips and then past finding Becca's wet pointed tongue with my own. I could feel her beautiful curvy body starting to relax as we kissed so intimately and then I roughly grabbed her ass. The light lingering soreness from her brief spanking ignited a fire in her, as I knew it would, and she began a slow belly grind against me that made my balls swell and then tighten. I slowly withdrew, still kissing her, until only the tip was pressed against her pouting pussy and held my position. "Fuck that!" Becca wheezed around my probing tongue and grabbed my butt pulling me hard back inside her grunting like a sleazy whore as I bottomed out again. Becca was in heat and frantically humped her auburn-haired pussy against my belly picking up speed and passion. Ann sat beside us watching her daughter fuck against me while plowing her fingers in and out of her own pussy. "Fuck Ann's tight little hole!" Becca hoarsely whispered into my ear indulging her own secret fantasy. "Well, if you insist!" I whispered back and suddenly pulled completely out of my surprised wife. I grabbed her masturbating mother by her long black hair and threw her body down on top of my wife, face down. Ann knew just what to do. She raised her ass high giving me a clear shot at her glistening pussy and started eagerly French kissing her daughter. "Noooo!....Fuck me!....I'm so close...." cried Becca as I sunk into her gasping mother. I fucked Ann for a few strokes until Becca's squirming shook us loose. "Dammit, Becca....hold still!..." I commanded. Then I grabbed Becca's legs and pulled her up tight against her mother and fucked my cock back into my wife's sopping pussy. "Agggggghhhhhhhsssshhhhh!" gushed Becca against her mother's swinging tits in the first orgasm of the session, grinding her demanding pussy onto my invading cock, a pussy drooling with joy and hungry for my potent sperm! "Not yet....not yet..." I growled to myself as I fucked Becca through her peak. When she was done and gasping for breath I decided that now was the time for one of my deepest darkest fantasies to come true. While Becca was still coming off her peak I withdrew and pressed the tip of my cock against her puckered winking asshole. Lost in pleasure Becca accepted the first touch but as I started to probe deeper she objected and cried out in pain. I waited a few seconds and then tried again with the same result and Becca slapped my cock away. "Not there, you bastard! I told you before, not there! And certainly not with my mother watching! What the hell is the matter with you, you perv?" "Becca, dear...whatever is the matter with you?" joked Ann squirming her tits against Becca's and laughing. "He...he...wants to fuck me in the ass, the sicko!" "Is that all, my little slut? You let me fuck your little asshole, don't you?" "But Mark is huge! He'd tear me in two!" " Well, daughter....watch this!" Ann, the only true slut in the room, winked at me and then reached behind her and gripped her ass cheeks. She, indecorously, spread them wide giving me a clear view of her tight wrinkled little shitter. I almost came on the spot but held back. I readjusted my stance on the bed and positioned my purple head at her proffered opening. "What are you two doing? You can't...it'swrong....it's...obscene!..illegal...you'll never fucking manage!..." whispered my wife but, at the same time, craning her head up over her mother's shoulder for a closer look. "Oooohhh...owwwchie...ooo..." mouthed Ann against Becca's stretched neck as my purple head plowed slowly past her tight threshold into her hot dark interior. "Oh YES!...." I pulled back out and slickened the tip of my prick with more of Becca's flowing pussy juice and some saliva and then slid deeper still inside her mother. "Oh, my!" grimaced Ann as I plunged deeper in her ass with each stroke. "You're hurting her!...Stop it!..." cried Becca as she held her mother tight but kept her fascinated eyes glued to our naughty anal coupling. I grunted as I bottomed out in Ann's ass and she finally released her awesome ass cheeks with a long sigh. Bending over I kissed her sweaty shoulders and didn't move giving her a couple of minutes to get used to my size. Then I began a slow steady rhythm, fucking in and out of her hot depths as Ann visibly relaxed. "Am I hurting you now, Ann?" I managed between clenched teeth. "Hell....fucking....NO!" cried Ann. "Don't stop....ohhh please don't ever stop!...I love it!...Love you!..." she begged and then started Frenching her wide eyed daughter. I pulled out until just the bloated tip rested against my mother in laws relaxed asshole, stretching the now loose pucker to a strained "O", and then slid easily back in, up to the hilt. Ann and I picked up the pace and soon she was laughing and crying beneath me as I relished a pleasure long denied me by my wife. Ann kissed her daughter fully on the mouth and then sucked on her nipples as I plowed deeper and deeper and harder and harder, now flattening her glorious willing ass with each powerful thrust. Ann broke her clinch with her daughter and arched her back, turning desperately to me for a hot tongue kiss while I fucked her faster rattling her teeth against mine. We panted and groaned into each other's mouths, lost in the consuming world of our frenzied ass fucking. Ann's abused hole now felt like squeezing delicious hot butter and the sensual delight of doing the nasty in front of her daughter soon had us cruising the edge of decadent forbidden pleasure...completely oblivious to Becca. "Its...been...way...tooo....long!..." Ann panted hoarsely into my mouth with intense gratitude. "Me...too...Ann..." I grunted between hard jolts to her big rippling ass. Becca started to finger herself underneath our wanton sexual dance and, through the haze of drugs and incestuous ass fucking, I felt her hand reach around our mating bodies and start caressing my cock and balls and then actually begin fingering her mother's hot purring pussy. "I don't...believe it.....You two...are so....hot!...I can actually feel...you inside...my mother....you're in her ass so deep....Oh, fuck her....fuck her hard..." whispered Becca and managed to capture one of her mother's sweaty swinging nipples with her pouty lips and sucked hard while she frigged her mother and herself. This added onslaught of pleasure proved too much for my straining mother in law and she skyrocketed over the top. "OooooOooooOooooOooooOoooooOooooo!" sang Ann in her girlish falsetto voice, her delirious passion crashing against the rocks of a forbidden love. Becca's probing fingers inside her mother's spasming pussy tickling my plunging cock in her mother's ass proved too much for my merely mortal willpower. "FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" I wailed and pulled out, pointing my nastily slickened cock at Ann's luscious curved back. The first jet of hot semen arced over Ann's head and caught Becca on the face. My alert little wife quickly popped her fingers out of her own cunt and grabbed my sack and milked my balls while I kept squirting. The second thick stream splashed into Ann's dark hair. "Shit!....Grrrshhhh.....NnnnnnNnnnggg!...." The rest fell on her back with the last glob of joy landing precisely on her itchy twitching asshole sliding slowly inside the stretched opening provoking a low moan from my mother in law. I grunted and groaned as Becca softly stroked my love muscle and caressed her mother's hanging tits. Finally spent, I collapsed onto Ann and then rolled aside. Ann was giggling in her afterglow and lay flat on her daughter putting her head on my chest, smothering me with grateful little kisses. Becca, however, wasn't quite finished yet and, with eyes glowing scooped up the cooling cum slowly sliding down her face and sucked it into her mouth. She then licked and sucked at the streaks on her mother's back, tickling her and making Ann giggle some more. I watched my wife's ministrations and noticed that she spent an especially long time on her mother's ass cleaning up my seed. Ann watched me watching her daughter and winked and smiled. "It's just a matter of time....a matter of time..." she whispered hotly into my ear and then kissed it with her full sensual lips. Becca spread her mother's furry pussy wide and dove her long tongue deep into Ann's soaked twat licking and sucking making Ann shriek with joy and cum again. Becca finally pulled her coated tongue free and pulled her mother to her. They looked deep into each other's eyes as my thick semen slid from Becca's mouth into Ann's. Very hot and very sexy! They kissed like long lost lovers and shared my sperm back and forth for awhile until the evidence of our wanton coupling had completely vanished. Watching them together gave me another hard-on which they both noticed and they both crawled over to me like two tigresses on the prowl. Mother and daughter licked and sucked and kissed each other around the shaft of my cock. "Go ahead, Mother." whispered my wife and winked at me. She then ran into the other room. "What the...?" I started but then relaxed into a new pleasure when Ann, unbelievably, deep throated me and milked my bulging cock-head buried deep in her throat. Ann's technique was flawless and she soon had me riding along the ragged edge, again! "This next part of the evening is a special little something my daughter and I have arranged for you, son, just for fun!" Ann giggled in her girlie voice and throated me again. My smiling wife had returned. She let me suck on her tits for awhile and squeeze her wet pussy. Becca then bent over my head and drew a black silk cloth, that had appeared from somewhere, over my eyes and tied it behind my head. Ann was expert at her craft. When my balls were tingling and I was just ready to blow she would back off and let me calm down and then, when I was relaxed enough, bring me back up to the sexual edge with more sucking and jacking. Becca, of course, joined in and they both tag teamed me for awhile, Becca sucking followed by Ann jacking, and vice versa. I knew my wife's technique by heart by now and she was quite good but definitely no match for her mother's experience, or lust! Even with my eyes now covered and closed I could tell which bitch was working on me. I lost track of the number of times that I came close to blowing my wad....it just felt so damn good! Then, I heard the hinges of the door squeaking as the door opened. "What? Who's there?" I groaned as Becca and Ann worked me to the verge of explosion, once more. The women didn't lose a beat, or their concentration, however, and soon I was on the down-slope again. Ann returned to her sucking and all of a sudden I just wanted to cum, and cum. To hell with whoever might be watching us! And, once more, Ann brought me to the edge and when I was just ready to cum...she stopped, she actually fucking stopped!! "FUCK! That's it, you cunts! I'll do it myself!" and I started jacking hard trying to fire quickly...my balls were way past aching and I needed to cum! "Get him, Becca!" Mother and daughter immediately pounced, grabbing my hands away from my cock and balls and stretching them tightly out to my sides. Cursing, I struggled with them and almost broke free but couldn't quite shake them loose as they straddled my arms pressing their sweaty tits and wet pussies in tight. "Fuck! This isn't some fucking kinky sex game anymore, you two! Let me go or you both will get a taste of some real punishment!" I threatened. "Dammit! I want to CUM!!.....NOW!" They both giggled but kept their grips, tight! "Oh, you're going to cum, alright!" squeaked Ann straddling my arm with her dripping pussy. "Are you ready, Dear?" "Ready, Mother!" echoed Becca. Then, with both of them still tightly holding my arms I felt another pair of thick wet lips slide, giggling, over my softened prick sucking me gently in. "What the FUCK? Who the HELL are YOU??" I gasped out trying to raise my head and peer under my blindfold but Becca had done her work well. The strange mouth continued to service me and soon I was rock hard and suddenly beyond caring who was sucking on my cock now. "Feel good, honey?" cooed my mother in law in my ear and then mounted my face holding my head in close urging me wordlessly to tend to her fragrant drippy cunt, which I did. I had never eaten pussy while being sucked off by a strange woman. My finally freed hand found Ann's big boobs and while I squeezed her tits and sucked her slick cunt, as if mysteriously tuned into my anxiety, she released the blindfold. First, I saw Becca still holding my other arm. Becca smiled a leering smile and motioned with her eyes toward my crotch. I slowly turned my gaze toward whomever was noisily sucking on my cock. I had to crane my neck to see past Ann's beautifully toned and outstretched thigh. I held my breath for a second and focused. "Ha, Ha, ha! You beautiful wenches! Oh, FUCK!....She's good!...She's really DAMN GOOD!..." I laughed in relief as I saw the hostess of the Inn pause in her loving ministrations, look up, and then wink at me with her beautiful cornflower blue eyes. She smiled at me from around my grateful cock without missing a beat with her bobbing head. Her cheeks hollowed deeply with her intense cock-sucking efforts. I watched for a few moments until I felt my head, and mouth, being roughly pulled back to my mother in law's hungry pussy. Ann On The Road Pt. 02 by Haunting© "That's enough googly eyes for this local slut...tend to business, son!" she laughed but sounded a bit jealous. Becca relaxed her steady hold on my hand and then guided my tingling fingers to her cunt, sinking them in deep. She was absolutely drenched as she kept my hand in place and sidled over toward her mother. Becca and Ann locked mouths as I started to freak out a bit in this foursome, a sleeping man's wet dream and now, my reality! There was wet pussy everywhere making the room reek of sex. Ann and Becca's little, now openly, incestuous tangle added just the right spice to push this scene gently over the edge. The hot bitch of a hostess stopped her sucking and jumped on my cock, struggled for awhile to get me in, and then, wiggling, slid me up to the hilt in her damp hothouse. "Damn! He's HUGE!" groaned the hostess feeling her cunt stretch wider around my embedded monster than it had ever been stretched. "Oh...FUCK!..." I groaned into my horny mother in laws grinding pussy. Ann tasted so fine, her warm mother in law juice running freely over my probing tongue and into my mouth as I gasped for air. Becca had taken over control of my hand again and started plunging my fingers hard into her drooling opening while she moved from Ann's mouth to her wobbling nipples. This little row of dominoes didn't need much to topple them over as the stacked blond hostess really started to ride me hard, her big tits almost flopping into her face as she hunched and wiggled and slammed down hard. I felt my nuts start tingling and tightening beneath her ample bucking frame. Tits and ass were in glorious dazzling motion everywhere, cunts stretched and oozing, the pelvic slaps and groans of our furious fucking filling the room. My mother in law orgasmed first, gasping and panting, as she pulled me hard against her furry snatch flooding my mouth with her feminine champagne. The hostess kept at her furious riding until she blew next howling at the ceiling with her pussy clamping down hard on my outrageous plunging cock. She collapsed against Ann who shuddered again into another climax at the new contact. I felt like I was going to pass out and pulled my mouth free of Ann's cunt, desperately gasping for air. The hostess's ravaged pussy continued to spasm around my cock commanding my seed to madly rush from my straining balls questing deep inside her young body. "Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" I wailed as my toes curled and spurt after thick spurt shot into the hot eager depths of this randy little stranger. "Cum in her!....Cum in her!....Fill the bitch up!...." husked my wife into my ear while shamelessly using my fingers for her own personal dildo. The bitch of a hostess gasped as my hot seed painted her seething pussy. "Gggggrrrrrnnnnssshhhhnnnggggg!" I grated out as I came as I never had before, literally shaking as the last of my semen pulsed out. I panted and laughed with relief, and release. "Ahhhhhh!..." shrieked Becca as she finally exploded over the edge and then collapsed into the heap of bodies on the honeymoon bed. "Shhhllluuuurrrpppp!" I cried out when the inn's hostess quickly pulled free from my super sensitive cock. Becca immediately roused and jumped on my vacated meat stick relishing the feel of my cum and cunt-juice slickened 10 incher fucking deep into her own eager hot hole once more. The hostess came around the bed and mock curtsied making us all roar with laughter. "Damn, Becca!" I cursed as she came quickly, her squirming pussy deliciously urging yet another heated wad from my cock. The hostess of the inn smiled and then French kissed me. She turned and walked away wiggling her nice ass, jiggling her tits. Ann noticed me staring and slapped my face lightly, smiling and shaking her finger at me. "You'll pay for that later, Ann, oh...you will pay dearly!" "Promise?" she giggled naughtily into my ear and then raised her striped ass high and wiggled it, obscenely. "Mother!" chided Becca from her own rather indelicate position and then laughed too! At the door the hostess turned and waved. She blew me yet another kiss and then flicked off the light closing the door gently behind her. Becca felt like she was an integral part of me as she shimmied her sexy tits around on my sweaty chest and kissed my forehead, over and over, and over! Ann snuggled in close and I draped my arm over her lovely sleek hips feeling up her magnificent ass, one more time. Becca quieted quickly and then started to snore lightly. "She's great out of the gate but ain't much for stamina!" Ann quipped and we laughed and kissed like lovers kiss until Ann also fell asleep, murmuring gently to me from her sated dreams. Finally, still deeply embedded in my slumbering wife, I lay my head against my mother in law's rich mane. She had also started snoring lightly. With Becca's sleep sounds in one ear and her mother's in the other I smiled broadly, wriggled briefly into a more comfortable position inside my wife, and then drifted off into my own dreams, dreams that held a deliciously potent promise for the new dawn. * End of Ann on the Road_Part 2_Adventures at the Inn.

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