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"So fucking sexy," I whispered against her silk-covered mound. "Your pussy smells so fucking good, like sweet-scented flowers."

Jenna giggled--talking about her pussy's fragrance had a way of making her shy.

Tugging the teddy lower allowed me to kiss her smooth mound, her skin so soft and tender that Jenna must have waxed her pussy earlier. I pulled her teddy lower, thinking, I'd love to fuck her in this, as I pushed her legs straight up and held them together with my left hand so that I could pull her teddy from her body with my right. I looked down at her precious little virgin pussy, her pouty folds swollen between her thighs, looking so pure, and I took my cock in my hand and ran the tip through her bulging cleft. Jenna moaned. I tossed her onesie to the floor, letting go of her legs. Jenna dropped them again, her hamstrings landing on my thighs.

"Do you think your pussy is ready for this dick?" I asked, stroking the full length of my cock, letting her see my swollen size. "Do you think it's gonna fit in your small hole?"

Jenna smiled and shook her head. She narrowed her eyes, giving me a sexy, dirty look.

"Should we try?"

Jenna nodded her head.

"Tell me," I whispered, my blood rising. "Tell Daddy what we should do."

"Ooh, Daddy," Jenna pouted, "I think we should try to get your big, fat dick up my little teen pussyhole."

I moaned. Still holding my cock, I leaned over Jenna and to the left, grabbing a thick pillow, and I slid it against her round ass. Jenna lifted her hips, and I pushed it under her bum. Her body looked like a launching pad, her shoulders low, but her torso angled upward, offering the slope of her mound and the pussy-lipped hole below for sacrifice. I ran the tip of my cock through her silky folds once more, her pussy lips melting softly to the sides while every touch coated my tingling knob in her luscious cream.

"So fucking hot," I whispered. "Your pussy is so fucking hot right now."

"I know, Daddy," Jenna whined. "I'm hot. I'm hot all over." She ran her hands over her big tits, squeezed them, and then moved lower, stopping with her palms against her lower tummy. "And here." She uttered a soft pout. "And here, it's so hot." She ran both hands between her legs, resting them in the hollow between her thighs and cunny. "I need that cock, Daddy. I need it so much."

I ground the underside of my tip against Jenna's hood, giving her clitty several teasing brushes. The way the upper portions of her pussy lips moved beneath my crown fascinated me. I placed my left hand on Jenna's hairless mound, then moved upward until my palm rested between her breasts. The thudding of her heartbeat sent vibrations through my palm.

"Nervous?" I asked.

Jenna nodded, saying, "Excited. Horny. Ready."

"Play with yourself for me," I whispered. "Play with your little pink pearl for me, baby."

I moved my cock out of the way as Jenna moved her right hand from her thigh to her mound, her fore and middle fingers pressing down on her swollen nub and moving the fat jewel in soft, side-to-side motions. I watched her face tremble as I ran my knob through the lower portions of her pussy lips, concentrating my movements over her pussyhole and pushing her folds apart.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah," Jenna moan-whispered, her face twitching in pleasure.

"Baby," I said, licking my lips, "reach below your ass and rub your butthole too."

"God," Jenna gasped as my cock's head split her muff's folds.

Jesus, Mom, what have you turned me into?

Jenna didn't argue. She slid her left hand around the side of her cheek instead of going behind her back. Her middle finger found her pussy-juiced soaked pucker in an instant. "Fuck," she moaned as she massaged her tight crinkle. "Oh fuck, Mark. Fuck, that feels so fucking good." She whimpered. "It feels so naughty and--mmm--nasty to be doing this for you."

I slid my left hand to her tits, cupping them in turn, squeezing them, and pulling on her nipples. Jenna continued to moan, her sounds getting louder and higher in pitch. I kept waving my cock through her slit with fast up and down strokes, making sweet, wet music as her cream dripped onto my knob and fingers. Every couple of seconds, I paused my pussy strokes and gave my dick a quick tug, polishing my shaft with Jenna's slippery lube so I could fuck my big boy into her body as smoothly as possible.

"How's that pussy feel, baby?" I asked, now poking her hole and the remaining membrane of her hymen--that circle of pink flesh that made her hole look so small whenever we pulled her pussy lips to the sides. It wasn't intact, but some of it was still there bordering the entrance to her cunny channel, and as strange as it may have sounded, we had pictures of Jenna's virgin opening with the thin membrane showing.

"It feels good," Jenna said, her voice trembling. "So fucking good, Daddy. Fucking great."

"Tell me when you're about to come," I said, still stroking her slit with the head of my cock while I massaged her body with my left hand, caressing her breasts and sides, her ribs and stomach, the insides of her thighs and the space between her pussy and her asshole.

Jenna's face tightened. She took her lower lip between her teeth, her head turning to the right as her skin turned pink. I slid my left hand between her legs, using my fingers to spread her pussy lips open, creating that pretty pink butterfly between her thighs. I pushed my knob into her, my piss slit kissing her hole while the last of her hymen kissed my glans. Jenna's moans turned into whimpers, then whines. She nodded her head as fast as her fingers moved over her pretty cunny gem, then she cried out, "Daddy, I'm coming!"

I waited until I felt the first jet of warm, honey-like cream squirt from her pussy onto my cock, and then I tightened my ass and pushed my hips forward hard, sending my cock into the buttery softness of her virginity. Jenna's mouth and eyes widened, her pleasure-filled whimpers turning into a single, rough, elongated moan before breaking apart into whimpers of ecstasy. Her no-longer-virgin pussy fought against my thick member as I continued inward. The evidence of her virginity stained my cock as her orgasm clamped her pussy around my shaft with one of the wettest, warmest, and sweetest sensations to ever make me shudder.

"Jesus," I gasped, stopping my thrust as I filled Jenna's cunny with the first five inches of my prick. "Keep coming, baby, keep coming for me."

Jenna's body shook, her left hand flying to the side and grabbing onto my comforter. Her pussy squeezed me, pulling the precum from my balls as her insides sucked hard on my member. I slid my left hand around Jenna's thigh and grabbed her ass, helping her pump her pussy up and down my cock as her orgasm made her thrash. Her right hand had come off her mound, and I placed mine on her smooth skin with my thumb resting along her clitoral hood, the tip pressing down on her magic fuck-button.

"Oh, fuck," Jenna moaned as I gave her tender love-nub some side-to-side joy.

With her ass on the pillow, her legs spread, and her body still shaking, I watched as Jenna danced her pussy on my cock with rolling motions of her hips. Another, smaller orgasm ripped through her right on top of her first. Jenna grabbed my right hand with her left and tried to pull my cock into her. I gave her clitty several more swishes before allowing her to move my hand. Then I spread my knees and bent my back, lowering my upper body over hers until my pectorals lay pressed against her big, perky tits.

"Ready for a fucking?" I asked, my lips against hers, then opening hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth.

"Mm-hmm," Jenna moaned, lapping at my tongue as though we were in a Japanese porno.

I pulled my cock from Jenna and pushed back in, feeding her dripping wet clam the same five inches as before. I used a slow fuck-stroke on my girlfriend, moaning into her ear as her tender softness baked my cock with her warmth. Silky and smooth, with rolling cunny walls that sucked at my shaft with wet pulses, that's what I felt when I buried my prick within Jenna's twat. I went deeper than five-inches, feeling my meat throb as my iron-hard shaft bent to the contours of her channel. The pressure on my rod rolled down to my balls, where my cum roiled. The tingling was so strong that my short hairs stood on end as my sack constricted, sending tingles of ecstasy through my body.

"Fuck, that's a good pussy," I whispered in Jenna's ear, licking her. "So fucking hot around my cock."

"Mmm," Jenna moaned. "Oh, fuck, you're so fucking--uh--hard, Mark."

I had wrapped my arms under Jenna's shoulders, with one hand cradling the back of her head and the other resting atop it, in her hair, ready to hold her in place when I really started to rock her body with my dick. Jenna had lifted her feet from the bed, hooking her heels around my thighs and splaying her knees outward like a pair of wings, making it easier for my cock to slip into the pool of wetness between her legs. But she was so fucking tight, even as creamy as she was, the friction of her insides against my prick made every pass through her channel an ecstasy-filled journey.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck," Jenna moaned, then adding in a whimper, "Fuck, Daddy, that dick gets deep."

I had about a third of my cock left to give her. I smiled against her cheek, the thought, That's what Mom likes, sliding through my mind before I could push it away. "And I'm only going to go deeper," I said, slipping another half-inch of cock into her muff, spreading open the untouched cunny meat within her channel.

"Oh, god," Jenna whimpered. "I can take it, Daddy. I can."

I kissed Jenna's cheek several times before bracing my weight on my knees and forearms and rocking my slick pole deeper into Jenna's creamy folds. I could feel her pussy lips sinking inward with each thrust and chasing my cock outward as I withdrew. I fucked my little girl with slow strokes, picking up speed, then slowing down, listening to her whimpers and whines, her soft moans, and the deep grunts she uttered whenever I fed her teen twat new inches of my prick. Another inch and another, I slipped into her pink box until my balls came to rest against her asshole. Inside of her, I felt something soft rubbing against my glans, causing streams of precum to leave my body. Fuck, but that thread-like stream of jizz made me shiver.

"Oh, Jesus," Jenna groaned, "you're in my guts, Daddy."

"Fuck," I growled, pumping her little pussy faster.

Tiny yelps left Jenna's lips as I humped her pink pussy full of cock meat. I sped up, listening to her cries and adjusting my speed and depth to her moans. Her nipples rubbed my chest, her big titties shook, and sweet, wet, squelching noises sounded from her pussy every time I dipped into her juicy hole.

"That sounds so fucking sexy," I said into Jenna's ear. "Hearing your pussy take my dick--it's talking to me, baby. Faster or slower? How does my little girl want it?"

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck," Jenna moaned. "Faster, Daddy. Mmm, fuck, faster!"

I sped up, moving faster, not harder--Jenna wasn't ready for a hard fucking.

"Yeah, oh yeah," she whimpered. "Oh, god, baby. Oh, fuck, Daddy. I'm getting hot. So fucking hot. Mmm, mmm, fuck!"

Jenna slid her feet up my thighs and over my ass, then crossed her ankles together at the small of my back. Her hands slid from my shoulders down my sides, her body folding as much as it could beneath me as she reached for my ass cheeks, found them, then pulled me into her. She circled her hips, grinding her pussy on my cock as I moved in and out of her tiny twat, never going all the way in, never coming all the way out, and always keeping her pussy half-full of my hard pole. As the signs of her orgasm neared--wetness, creaminess, her cunny walls tightening, and her whimpers growing louder--tingling streams of pleasure swirled my glans, flowing through my shaft and into my balls.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Jenna whispered, panting hard in my ear. "Kiss me, Mark. Kiss me--mmm--Mark."

"Fuck, Jenna," I gasped, finding her lips with mine and pushing my tongue against hers.

Jenna's whimpers continued, filling my mouth as her tongue darted, licked, and stroked mine. The pleasure in the tip of my cock forced my thighs to tremble as Jenna's cunny walls rippled over my shaft. I pushed in deep, as deep as I could, and she uttered a whiny, "Mark," right before she cried out and came.

"Jenna," I moaned as the muscles in my glans turned to liquid, and my balls released an extra thick torrent of creamy cum into my girlfriend's pink depths.

We shook and trembled, my hips pumping my dick into Jenna's pussy with a mind of their own. I shot my cum while fucking my dick into Jenna's hole, spraying her insides with jizz, my cum quickly mixing with her pussy juices, turning into a thick white cream that my cock pulled out with each withdrawal.

"Fuck, oh, fuck," we panted together, our voices merging as my cock softened within her cunny, eventually slipping out of her hole and dragging a thick glob of honey along with it.

"Daddy," Jenna said some minutes later, still breathing hard. "Can we do that again?"

"Fuck yeah," I said as my cock lay on my sack, resting in its half-hard salami state. "I need some water. Do you want some water?"

"Yeah." Jenna purred. "Go get it? I'm going to keep myself warm for you."

I got up from my bed and looked down at Jenna, then a light bulb went off above me, and I said, "Wait." I grabbed my phone from its tripod and held it in front of me as I walked to Jenna. "Let's get a close-up of your freshly fucked pussy."

"Daddy, that's so nasty." Jenna grabbed her pillow, placing it beneath her butt and spreading her legs. She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her lower back, creating a downward sloping bridge to her shoulders. "For the best view."

I laughed and zoomed in on her smooth, golden muff. Aside from the deep pink color of her lips, my baby girl's pussy didn't look battered at all. I'm gonna fix that, I thought, then I wondered why it made me so hot when I thought of beating up Jenna's pussy. After several minutes of videoing Jenna with my phone, I set it back on its tripod, grabbed her phone, and made another video of her slippery clam for her. Then I handed the phone to her as she sat up and recorded her snatch herself.

"Your cum is dripping out of me," Jenna whispered. "Look."

I laughed and crawled onto the bed, peering between her wide-open thighs. Thick, white liquid dripped from her pussyhole, staying together like a string of honey.

"Touch it," Jenna whispered.

I slid my right hand between her legs, my fingers extended, and I touched her tender flesh. Wet stickiness greeted my fingers as our cum collected on their tips.

"Feed it to me, Daddy," Jenna whispered. "I want to taste it."

I lifted my fingers to her lips. We met each other's eyes. Beneath my chest, my heartbeat soared as Jenna opened her lips, her expression innocent, shy, and curious. Her pink tongue came out as her cheeks reddened, and then I slid my cum-coated fingertips into her mouth.

Jenna sucked, and from her throat came the purr, "Mmm," as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, her mouth sucking our juices from my fingertips.

I was rock fucking hard by this time.

"Get that water, baby," Jenna whispered after she had cleaned my fingers. "And then you can get this pussy again. Oh, and a Coke. I have a surprise for you."

"Okay," I said, having to wait for my hard-on to soften. I wouldn't have, but Jenna mentioned that my parents didn't want to see how hard I was for her.

"Hurry back," she said when it was safe to head downstairs.

I nodded, having to force myself to leave Jenna's side. I pulled on a pair of shorts and walked downstairs with my semi-hard-on, thinking that my mother had already gone to bed. Instead, the living room lights were on. I saw my mother on the couch, in our spot with her butt near the cushion's edge and her boyshorts sitting on the coffee table, next to a bottle of wine. The glass was on the end table to her right. An adult movie played on the TV. A blonde, flaxen-haired MILF took the cocks of two young men--one in her pussy, the other in her ass. Mom had her right hand in her lap while her left hand caressed her breasts beneath her buttoned-up pajama shirt. She didn't notice me as I walked to the couch and stopped behind her.

"Mom?" I asked.

Mom's breath caught, and she turned her body to the left and her head around as much as she could, looking up at me with big, wine-glazed eyes. I saw redness around her eyelids and the lines of tears where they had fallen down her cheeks. I reached out, cupping her face in my hands and running my thumbs across the wet lines her tears had left behind. Mom turned her body, getting to her knees. She rested her hands on the backrest of the couch.

"It's okay," I whispered as I lowered my mouth toward hers. "You'll always be my mother. You'll always be my first love, and you'll always be the woman I love most."

I pressed my lips to Mom's mouth. The taste of her tears collected on the surface of my tongue as I swept the tip across her lips before sliding into her mouth. Mom's hands went around my neck, pulling me hard against her, and her return kisses grew urgent and hungry as she pushed her mouth upward against mine, forcing me backward. Her hands went to my chest and pushed, breaking our kiss, and as I stood, she ran her hands down my stomach to my shorts, where she pushed them down my hips and freed my half-hard, cum-soaked cock--it was still wet and sticky.

"Mom," I gasped as she tilted her head to my right, opened her mouth, and swallowed the thick head of my prick. "Fuck!"

Mom turned her head upright, my cock slipping around within her mouth. Her tongue licked me from below and then the sides, then around, re-liquefying the drying cum clinging to my pole. I moaned again, keeping my voice low as I stared down at my mother's bobbing head. I slid my hands into her flaxen hair, grabbing her hair bun and picking up the rhythm of her motions, adding some encouragement to her cock gobbling. Her hands found my ass, her fingers digging into my hard muscles and pulling me forward, forcing more of my fat dick into her mouth.

Wet sounds left her mouth. My knob slid along Mom's tongue, rubbing the roof of her mouth as it found the rougher hole leading into her throat. Pressure squeezed my glans, and Mom gagged. A ripple shot through her throat, ending with her cheeks flaring and spit flying. She gagged again, but she didn't stop pulling me into her mouth. My cock bent; the strain forced me onto my toes as my missile-shaped head slid down into her neck tunnel.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, keeping my voice low. "Clean it, Mom. Clean my fucking cock!"

I didn't have enough time to let my mother make me come, and even if I did, I couldn't allow it. Not yet. Fuck!

"Mom," I whispered after a minute of her sloppy-wet sucking. "Mom, I have to save my nut for Jenna."

Mom dug her fingers into my ass.

"Mom," I whispered, taking her bun firmly in my right hand and pulling back as I tried to withdraw my cock from her mouth. "Stop." I growled when she kept going. "Stop sucking my dick."

I had to fight Mom to get her off my cock, and when I did, she looked up at me with a pleading, almost desperate look in her smoldering green eyes. She wiped her wet lips with a backhanded swipe of her left forefinger. I bent down, pressing my lips to hers, then pulling away and saying, "Stay down here tonight. After I wear out Jenna, I'll come for you. I promise. Be a good slut for me, and do as I say."

Mom nodded her head, looking up at me and then falling back on the couch. She spread her legs, still looking at me. I reached down, cupped her wet pussy bulge, and slid two fingers into her as far as I could.

"Uh," Mom groaned, biting her right hand and adding a pout when I pulled my fingers from her twat.

I headed to the kitchen, breathing hard and pulling my shorts up with my right hand as I sucked Mom's pussy juices from my left fingers. I grabbed two bottles of water and a can of ice-cold Coke and headed upstairs, walking fast and not looking at Mom. I couldn't look at her, not if I wanted to get back to Jenna with some cum still swimming in my balls.

Upstairs and safely back in my room, Jenna had taken off her stocking and reset the cameras around the bed. She also had a pint of unopened Jack Daniels in her hand.

"What's this?" I asked, smiling.

"Well, all my friends say that sex is better when they're drunk," Jenna said as she sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed with the bottle of whiskey between her legs. "But I wanted to be sober for my first time, but...."

"Not for the second," I said as her voice trailed off.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"Do you want to get drunk?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "Let's get wild."

Jenna passed out around one in the morning. From midnight until one, I kept her tight body full of cock, her moans getting louder with each orgasm that rippled through her core. We may have gotten a bit carried away with how hard we went at it, and I was sure that my baby would be sore in the morning. I was a little sore myself, but I had been fucking a lot lately, and it appeared that my cock wasn't as superhuman as I had thought. I could still get it up, and I could still deliver a cum-shot, but I was feeling the ache of overuse. (Still, that's pretty fucking superhuman, I'm proud to say.) Yet, I had made a promise to Mom, and I planned to keep that promise.

"Jenna," I whispered, shaking her by the shoulder while she slept. The pitch-black darkness in my room kept me from seeing her face, and she didn't snore, but I had no doubt that she had passed out for the rest of the night. My head swam with a buzz that made my eyes shake--half a bottle of Jack Daniels was no fucking joke--and since I had seen Jenna drunk before, I knew she wasn't waking up.

She drunk-slept nearly as soundly as my father on his pills.

"Jenna?" I asked one more time.

She either mumbled something or growled; I couldn't be sure. I cupped her pussy from behind, giving her tender meat a gentle rubbing. Though her legs spread open and her breathing deepened, she didn't wake.

"I'll be right back, baby," I whispered in her ear as I pulled my hand away from her twat and stroked my cock with her juices. "I drank too much. I'll be right back."

Jenna said nothing.

Naked, I slid out of bed, not bothering to find my clothes. Walking across my room to my door turned out to be harder than it should have been. I reached for the wall before realizing that the doorknob was two feet to my left. I found it, turned it, stepped into the hallway, and swayed toward the stairway. I didn't turn on the hallway lights, but thankfully, a soft glow from downstairs allowed me to see.

Fuck, I thought, I should have brought my phone.

I wobbled downstairs, keeping both of my hands on the rail. Mom had left the end table lamp on as well as the TV. She hadn't bothered to turn off the hardcore porn. I stopped behind the couch to admire a lean black girl with midnight skin and wavy hair, taking a thick white cock into her pale, pink pussy. I'd have to change the channel before I went back to bed.

I looked down at Mom. She had put her boyshorts back on, but only one pearl button held her pajama shirt together--the one even with her nipples. I smiled down at her, wondering if I should disturb her. My eyes searched for her wine bottle and glass, and I saw that she had emptied both of them. Fuck, this could be fun. Making my way around the couch almost cost me my footing, but I managed to kneel next to Mom's waist without waking her. I slid my hands over her stomach and sides, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, its warmth, and its slender-softness.

"Mom," I whispered. "Wake up."

My mother didn't stir.

I slid my hands upward, beneath her top and over her smallish breasts. Her semi-hard nipples grew against my palms as their rubbery skin constricted into two tight nubs of puckered flesh. I squeezed them. Mom stirred then, her head rolling from right to left and her left leg, near the back of the couch, pulling back as she raised her knee.

My head swam as I leaned down to kiss Mom's stomach. I squeezed her tits again, a bit hard, and Mom uttered a sleepy whimper before I pulled my fingers down her body and hooked them into the waistline of her shorts. I slid my fingertips beneath the fabric, touching and playing, then pulling downward with my nose near her twat. The thick scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, sobering me for a second as her floral musk sent a fiery hunger into my heart.

I kissed a trail down Mom's mound as I pulled her shorts off her ass and down her legs. I licked my mother's pubic hairs and inner thighs, her legs fighting to open as I pulled her shorts past her knees and ankles, then off her feet. Mom spread herself for me, uttering soft noises. I slid onto the couch, between her legs, catching her right leg before it could fall off the cushions. I lifted Mom's left leg and hooked it over the backrest. Then I eased her right leg open until I had my mother's pussy lewdly displayed before my eyes and open for my mouth.

Drunk, buzzing, and with my head swimming, I slobbered my way down my mother's inner thighs, each lick making my mother squirm. She didn't wake. Even when I turned my head and took her swollen pussy lips into my mouth at a vertical angle and slipped my tongue into her slit. I found Mom's pink pussyhole on the first try, tasting the sweet cream that had pooled within her opening. I lapped her honey up, not stopping even when Mom fanned her hands through my hair and curled her fingers into fists.

"Mmm, baby," Mom hummed in a languid, drunken tenor as I parted her folds up to her clit.

I had turned my head straight by then, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. As I sucked on her jewel, my dick dug into the couch cushion below me. My balls tingled. I licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked my mother's pussy with closed eyes, moving as if in a dream--guided by my instincts. Mom pulled on my hair, tugging me up her slender body. My mouth came level with the button holding her pajama shirt together, and I took it in my mouth and pulled, tearing it from its threading and releasing my mother's tits.

"Fuck," Mom moaned as I sucked her breasts, one then the other, then the other, then the other. I kept my hands moving, sliding up and down her sides, squeezing her ass, and ringing the base of her tits. Her little mounds coned upward, and I pulled them into my mouth one at a time, licking and abusing her nipples until she nearly pulled the hairs from my head to get me to stop.

Our mouths met as our bodies rubbed against each other. Mom's tongue found mine, dancing and licking along my wet appendage and sliding along my lips. My cock had bumped into her pussy on the way up, then slid upward against her wetness and between our bodies. Her mound and stomach rubbed my hard length as she squirmed beneath me, making me gasp.

"Put it in," Mom panted, sounding as drunk as I felt. "Get that big fucking family dick inside of your mother's pussy."

I kept my eyes closed as I reached between our bodies and lifted my ass into the air. The head of my cock dipped down, poking Mom's mound, and I ran my knob through her pubic hairs and between her open thighs. Wet heat steamed around my hand, wetting my cock further as I rubbed the head against my mother's dewy cleft and collected her juices. Without much thought, I found the base of her slit and plugged her pussyhole with my thick crown.

"Ungh," Mom grunted from deep within her throat. Her back arched, and her tits pushed into my chest. "Oh, god, fuck, that's a big, hot dick you're putting up my sloppy snatch."

I didn't do anything fancy. I couldn't. Alcohol drove my movements, lifting my ass and bringing my cock back down, filling the living room with a steady plop, plop, plop melody as our bodies bounced hard against each other. I felt like Billy Bob Thornton fucking the hell out of Halle Berry's hot pussy in Monster's Ball. Every thrust pushed Mom deep into the couch, her moans coming fast and hard and her body sweating beneath mine.

Sometime during our fucking, with my cock slipping through the wetness between her thighs and my knob tingling with each plunge between her pussy walls, I pulled Mom up and turned our bodies so that I sat on the couch and she sat astride me. I opened my eyes, seeing a blur at first, and she was looking down at me with a drunken, hungry, half-lidded stare. Mom leaned back, keeping her right hand fastened behind my neck and her left hand braced against my knee as she rolled, swung, and turned her hips like the sluttiest dancer in a strip club.

"Fuck, Mom, fuck," I moaned, holding onto my mother's taut ass as she used my cock for her pleasure. "Fuck my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck my dick, Mom. Fuck it good!"

We fucked like that for a while: Our bodies moving on their own, and my mind tumbling about in a waking dream. I sucked Mom's titties, and I kissed her lips. I held onto my mother's ass, kneading her buns, spreading them, and pushing them together. I fingered her butthole, lodging the tip within the rubbery snugness of her sphincter. Each time I rubbed her there, her hips twirled faster and harder, sucking the precum from my balls as her pussy channel spasmed around my shaft.

Mom's first orgasm hit her hard, leaving my crotch drenched with her cum. God, she was glistening with sweat by then. Her second orgasm wet my balls further as her soft whimpers filled my ears. She kept fucking, close to tears, as every part of her body, save her hips and ass, went limp. I helped her ride my dick, humping upwards and holding onto her butt, forcing her back and forth along my rigid pole until she couldn't take it. By the time I was ready to come, Mom was nothing more than a panting, whimpering little fuck-doll while I couldn't even open my eyes anymore. While I was coming, I thought, I don't even care who knows. I wish I could tell the world that my mother was my lover.

Afterward, we fell asleep, and I woke an hour before dawn with Mom lying atop me. "Fuck," I whispered, waking her up.

"Shit, shit, shit," Mom said in a rush, moving as fast as my heartbeat as she dressed.

We stumbled about, my buzz hadn't left me, and my body still had the alcohol in its veins, wobbling my movements. We manage to clean up and stumble upstairs. I showered, I guessed that Mom did as well, and when I returned to my room, there was Jenna, still passed out as if no time had passed since I had left her hours earlier.

I'm so fucking lucky, I thought.

I crawled into bed and curled my body around Jenna's, spooning her as I laid my head down and went to sleep. It was only Friday, and I had an entire weekend of fucking ahead of me. As sleep sucked me down into its darkness, I thought, How the fuck am I going to keep this up for the rest of my life?

Keeping It Going

What a weekend!

What a fucking weekend!

When we woke Saturday morning, I could barely keep my eyes open, and Jenna had a hangover banging around her skull that matched the soreness my cock had pounded into her pussy. It turns out that orgasms are the best cure for both ailments, though, to help soothe Jenna's soreness, I spent the morning caressing her swollen folds with my fingers and tongue, using nothing but the gentlest of caresses on her body.

We barely left my room the entire day, and Jenna stayed upstairs the entire time, only visiting the restroom to clean up while I made the trips downstairs for food and water. Mom and Dad didn't say much to me--not that I saw them often--and when I did see them, they were always together. My mother surprised me Saturday evening by sending me a text that read, May I fuck your father tonight?

Holy shit,
I had thought. Mom actually asked me for permission.

Yes,
I sent back before Jenna pulled me back into my bed.

Later that night, I said to Jenna, "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs wide."

Jenna did as I instructed, and I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her knees to the end of the bed. Bellow me; her ass cheeks and pussy lay spread open, hanging golden on the outside and pink down the centerline. Her pussy lips formed a beautiful, pale, upside-down butterfly covered in a dewy film.

"How do you feel in this position?" I asked after Jenna shivered while I looked down upon her.

"Vulnerable," she whispered. "Open. It's like I have no power. I'm just waiting...."

"Waiting for my cock?" I asked, smiling and dragging my forefinger through the crack of her ass.

"Um," Jenna hummed, "yeah."

"This is the bitch's position."

Jenna laughed. "I'm a bitch?"

"A sexy bitch." I feathered the pink meat of her pussy with my fingertips and wondered if my time with Mom was about to get me into trouble.

"Yeah?" She asked, shaking her ass up and down in a tight, rippling twerk. "You gonna fuck me like a bitch, Daddy?"

I groaned, and after wetting my cock with the lips of Jenna's dripping cunny, I held her still and slipped my prick into her snatch, giving her the fucking a sexy bitch deserved. Afterward, she said, "Get down like I was."

"What?" I asked.

"On your knees." Jenna stood beyond the edge of the bed with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. She looked sweet and innocent as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her shoulders front to back. "Tell me how it feels to be on all fours."

"You're kidding," I said, sitting up in the center of my bed. "I'm not doing that."

"Do it."

"No."

"Yes!"

It took some more convincing and some bratty pouting, but eventually, I found myself on my knees at the edge of my bed with my feet and shins hovering in the air. After several pushes against my spine, I dropped onto my hands, and after several nudges against the insides of my thighs, I spread my knees for her. God damn it, but it felt weird to be in that position.

"How's it feel?" Jenna asked, putting her hands on my ass cheeks.

"As you said," I whispered, "vulnerable." I shivered. "Exposed. Open. Like I'm surrendering myself to you."

"Mm-hmm," Jenna whispered. "When I do it, it makes me so wet. Your cock is getting hard again."

I laughed as my dick turned rigid while hanging below me, the head angled toward the bedspread beneath me. I felt big, with a rubber-like hardness that could yield but not bend.

"Do you like the taste of my asshole?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "Why?"

"I want to try something that I saw online." She spoke in a quiet voice, not a whisper, just quiet. "Something dirty."

A chill ran through me as Jenna slid her hands down my ass and over the backs of my thighs. Her right hand slid to my balls, ringed them, stretched them, which made goosebumps dot my skin, then she continued forward and gripped my cock. Her left hand replaced her right hand on my sack, and a cold ripple of adrenaline resonated through my body. My precum dripped, and Jenna collected it with her fingers and jerked the sticky fluid over my dick.

"I can get on my back and--"

Jenna's breath warmed my asshole right before the tip of her tongue pressed against the smoothness of my rim. After that, I grabbed onto my bedspread, turned my mind off, and allowed Jenna to take me to new, unimagined heights of pleasure. The one thought I had was: Mom would love doing this to me... if I made her.

Since Sunday was our last day together, we spent the morning fooling around, talking, and eating in my room. We were wondering if we should shower when Mom knocked on my door. I knew it was Mom because while Dad was allowing me to have fun with my girlfriend, he didn't want to come anywhere near us.

"Come in," I said after Jenna, and I pulled on a pair of shorts, and Jenna pulled a blanket over her breasts.

My door opened enough for Mom to stick her head in. She looked around, inhaled deeply, and said, "Open your windows and let the air conditioner, or a fan, run through here." She shook her head, and her gaze shifted from me to Jenna and back to me. "I'm going to spend my day getting ahead of next week's workload." She gave me a serious look. "But I want you two to take a shower. It smells like"--her stare slid from me and focused on Jenna--"pussy in here." Mom pulled her head from the room and shut the door.

"God," Jenna said, her cheeks turning pink and getting rosier by the second. "Why does your mom have to be so blunt? Does she hate me now?"

I shook my head and crawled onto my bed, pushing down my shorts. "She'll never hate you," I said. "But you're another woman having sex in her home. Imagine how that feels?"

Jenna shrugged, then she frowned and said, "Oh, no.... What do you think my dad's going to say when we fuck at my house?"

"I don't care what he says," I said, sighing and pulling the blanket from Jenna's body. "Mom wants us to shower, but I think that we can get a little dirtier before we do, don't you?"

"Your Mom," Jenna said. "She's not my mom."

"But if she were, I'd fuck you anyway."

"Ooh," Jenna hummed, puckering her lips and narrowing her eyes. "You're nasty."

We spent the last hour before she had to go home making slow, passionate love. We didn't rush. We didn't experiment. We didn't see what felt good. We shut our mouths, ended the dirty talk, and I stroked her pussy channel with long thrusts, using my entire cock to massage her insides. Jenna came several times, her last orgasm shaking her body as I shot the last of my load into her pussy. We had five minutes to spare by the time we had finished coming.

Six o'clock came, and Mom knocked on my door as Jenna's phone rang. Her dad was on the other end of that call. She showered by herself, and I followed, then I walked her to her house next door. We kissed before she went inside, and I went back home to rest, but mentally, I prepared myself to fool around with Mom should the moment come. But the moment didn't come. Mom went to bed with Dad even though he had taken his sleeping pill early in the night. I thought about texting my mother, and I thought about getting her and dragging her to my room, but in the end, I decided that I'd rest for the night and see her in the morning. We had agreed that our affair would go on, hadn't we?

My mind spun as I fell asleep. My mother was no virgin. My mother was looking for casual sex with someone she loved. My mother wanted adventure and everything that she wasn't getting from Dad. Mom wants you to make her do things. That was my last thought before I fell asleep. When I woke, my first thought was, All right, Mom, I'm going to make you do things today--naughty things.

It took me several minutes to decide if I wanted to go downstairs naked or clothed. That was a hard choice, but I stripped down to nothing, took a soapy shower, dried myself, and I didn't put anything on as I headed downstairs. It was past eight in the morning, and I had heard the soft rumble of the garage door opening and closing, so I knew my father had left for work.

Would Mom be naked?

I hoped so.

Had Jenna's visit hurt feelings?

I hoped not, but I mean, I think I knew... it must have.

Did Mom remember our drunken fuck on the couch after I had taken Jenna's virginity? My shoulders tightened, and my heart sped up as I headed downstairs, taking each step one at a time and using slow, heavy movements. Please, Mom, I thought, no drama.
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