Chapter 2: Mrs. Haversham
I awoke later that evening with something warm and wet flowing over my crotch. My mother was cumming all over my cock and I immediately began thrusting with a moan. We were still in the spooning position, and so I grabbed her shoulder and rested my chin on top of her head. My thrusts were short, but I pushed all the way in every time. Her juices kept flowing, and it was so hot to think that my mother was fucking me in my sleep.
"That's it, Son. Make me take that cock."
I grabbed her shoulder harder and dug my chin into her head as I began to pump harder and faster. "Oh, shit." I soon began pumping my seed into her. It felt so amazing as her pussy squeezed my cock. She grunted every time my cock would pulsate inside of her and as I neared finishing my orgasm, she gushed hard, then gushed one more time. She let out a long sigh as the second one subsided. She continued to milk my cock with her kegels and it started to tickle, making me pull out quickly.
"We're going to have to get a mattress cover." My mother said with a giggle.
I laughed as I got up to go shower. My mother followed me in and we washed each other and I filled her pussy one more time. I was at the age where boners came frequently, and sometimes for no reason at all, but it was hard for me not to get one around my mother. I was infatuated; addicted even. Somehow, it just felt right, despite the fact that it's taboo. I dried off and went to my room to put on a loose-fitting pair of gym shorts. I ran downstairs and turned on the TV, plopping on the oversized couch. I flipped a few channels and settled on watching a baseball game. My mother walked by the back of the couch and stopped to kiss me on the head as she reached and felt along my developing pecs. I grabbed a wrist with my free hand and looked up at her.
"You wore Mommy out, Son. How does pizza sound?"
"That sounds great. You know what I like." I gave her a smile and looked into her eyes with a passion I had never felt before. I didn't want to let go of her.
"Sure thing, Sweetie." She planted a kiss and left to go to the kitchen. She had slipped into one of my step-dad's old button-up shirts and I could see the crease of her ass cheeks just below the hem of the shirt. I gave her a wolf's whistle and she gave me a playful sidelong glance before disappearing into the kitchen with a giggle. I couldn't help but feel giddy about this new step in our relationship. I tried to focus on the game, but my eyes glazed over as my head spun about what this meant for us. I couldn't help but think about the fact that my mother wanted me to get her pregnant. The thought of it put a heavy weight on my shoulders, yet at the same time, my cock swelled a bit. I knew I didn't have to be a big part in the child's life, but it was going to be my child; our child. I was going to be a father at just 14 years old. I didn't know what to feel about that. I hadn't even fully discovered myself as a person yet, and yet, here I was trying to bring another person into the world. I let out a deep sigh. Despite all of that, it felt good to make my mother happier. She definitely deserved it.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I furrowed my brow, thinking it was too soon for the pizza, but I got up to answer the door. "I'll get it, Mom."
"Thanks, Honey."
When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Mrs. Haversham, my math teacher. I had expected to see the pizza delivery person. I sort of stared at her with an awkward look. She had on a pair of white yoga pants and a light blue, skin-tight top that would make any pair of boobs feel claustrophobic. Her hair was back in a ponytail, and she was slightly sweaty. I saw her glance at my crotch before making eye contact. She didn't look very happy, though, almost distraught.
"Hi, Danny. Is your mother home?" Her eyes had fear in them. I had never seen her like this.
I was still speechless, and I saw her nervously look at my crotch one more time, before trying to look passed me. That was when I noticed her camel toe, and I felt my cock grow a little. I had always had a crush on Mrs. Haversham, but she was my mother's best friend. She met my mother at an early age when she moved to the states, and they grew up as lifelong friends. They even went to the same college together. She is the blonde, British version of my mother. Their faces were different, and both beautiful, but their bodies were near identical to each other.
"I... umm, yea. Please come in." I stepped aside and looked down to see a well-formed outline of my semi-flaccid cock. I didn't have underwear on to hide it and my face turned red, but she didn't seem to notice. "Mom, Carol's here! She's in the kitchen." As I closed the door, I couldn't help but watch her applebottom ass as she walked into the kitchen. She was an equestrian and there was a large gap in between her thighs, and I could clearly see the outline of her pussy. I had to grab my cock and squeeze hard to keep it from getting hard. I shook my head and let out a long and noisy breath before going back to the couch.
I sat there for a while, trying to focus on the game. I was concerned about Carol, and wanted to know what was wrong. I was conflicted, though, worried that I might get a boner in front of her. I saw them sit down at the dining room table and my mother flashed me a smile before pouring some red wine for the two of them. Carol had her back to me, and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell she was sobbing. I thought about going upstairs to put on some more clothes when the doorbell rang again. This time I knew it was the pizza. "I got it!" My mom gave me another smile as I went to the door. She had paid with a card, and so I grabbed the pizza without a word and took it into the dining room.
As soon as I entered, I froze. Mom and Carol were hugging as she cried into my mother's shoulder. I could see nearly all of my mother's ass as she reached around to console Carol. I felt like a deer in headlights and I gawked at them until I felt my hard-on touch the bottom box of pizza I was holding. The heat from the pizza on my cock shocked me out of my stupor, "Ahem... I... umm, yea," was all I could think of to say before I tossed the pizzas onto the table and ran off to my bedroom. Despite the exertion, my boner did not fade. I felt like I had no other choice but to jack off. I tried to think of normal thoughts, gross thoughts, anything that would retard my hard-on. Nothing worked. The image of them hugging kept returning and my cock strained for relief.
I grabbed a dirty sock and without even trying, the fantasy took on its own life in my head. It started with the image of them hugging and got as far as them kissing before my cock exploded. I let out a long gasp as the convulsions took over. I didn't even cum that fast the first time I yanked on it and it was as strong as the one I had had no more than an hour ago. I reveled in the last shiver of sensation before putting on a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt. I ran back downstairs and into the dining room. They were seated again and the pizzas were still unopened. Their conversation seemed to have a very somber note. I didn't want to interrupt and went into the kitchen to grab some plates and napkins.
"Carol, have you considered adopting?"
Carol sniffled before answering, "Bob won't even consider it. He says if we can't have a baby naturally, then that's the universe telling us that we shouldn't have one." She began to sob again, putting a tissue up to her nose.
"Fuck, why is Bob such a stubborn mule?"
This made me giggle as I set the plates down and began opening the pizzas.
My mother smiled at me before turning to Carol, "So, where is the jerk face?"
Carol sniffled and dabbed her eyes with the tissue, "I think he went with his buddies to The Lollipop Guild."
"Figures."
The Lollipop Guild is a strip club with a dark Charlie and the Chocolate Factory theme. The conversation went silent for a moment as I plated some pizza for my mother. "Would you like some pizza, Carol?"
She looked down at it with despair, "What I really want is some ice cream, but I am hungry."
I smiled at her and she looked up at me with tears lining her bottom eyelids and gave me a half-hearted smirk. I pointed at both pizzas with a quizzical look and she pointed at the mushroom and olives pizza that my mom ordered for herself. I hate both of those toppings. As I plated her a couple of pieces I turned to my mother, "Is it okay if I finish watching the game with this?" I asked, presenting my plate of food.
My mother smiled and nodded, although normally, we never eat in the living room. It had been my step-dad's rule, and we still followed it, mostly. I smiled back at her before grabbing a soda from the fridge. I stopped and put a hand on Carol's shoulder, "I'm sorry to hear that Bob is being such a douche."
She giggled and smiled at me, "Thank you, Danny. That is sweet of you"
Satisfied, I went back to the living room. As I sat down, I caught Carol's eyes and she quickly looked away. I didn't think anything of it and focused on the game while I ate.
I wasn't paying much attention, but the mood changed in the other room, and I could hear them giggling every now and then. I was just finishing up my second piece, when I heard Carol gasp, "Oh my god! Four times in a row!"
I turned to see Carol giving me an incredulous look, and my mom was shushing her and prying for her attention. On a good day, I might have come to the right conclusion about that, but it passed right over my head. I turned back to the game, taking a sip of my soda. I held the empty plate in my lap for a moment as I watched the last at-bat. There were two outs with a tying run on second and the count was full. The batter had fouled it at least six times and I wanted to see if he would make something of it before going to get more pizza. The pitcher threw a slider right into the strike zone and the batter popped it straight up for an easy out by the catcher. I scoffed at it as I went back into the kitchen.
"--believe you did that, Beth. What are y--" Carol began to say, but they both went silent when I entered.
I didn't pay any mind to it, as I was refilling my plate with two more pieces. I noticed they were both staring at me as I went to take a bite of the second piece, and I paused mid-bite, "What?" I could see a mischievous look in my mother's eyes as I finished the bite.
"Why don't you take a seat, Danny."
I looked at my mother a bit confused, and I didn't sit down right away. I swallowed my bite, "Why, what's up?" The mischievous look had left her eyes.
"We... wanted to fill you in on what's going on."
"Yea, okay," I replied, putting my plate on the table. "Let me go grab my soda." I turned to go get it.
"Would you like some wine, instead?"
I stopped in my tracks. My step-dad had been very strict about drugs and alcohol. My mother barely convinced him to let me have some champagne at their wedding when I was eight, and one other time when we visited my grandparents for Christmas and New Year's a few years ago. I turned to look at my mother, but she had on a poker face despite the glaze of inebriation in her eyes. I grabbed the back of the chair I was planning to sit in, "What are we celebrating?" I asked innocently, pulling the chair out and looking to Carol for any clues. She shyly looked down, then slammed the last half of her wine. I was still confused, but I took my seat, and looked to my mother for her answer.
"Well... Son..." My mother's eyes drifted off and she got up to grab another wine glass from the hutch behind Carol. "I told Carol... " Her head drooped and she sighed as she closed the hutch, then her and Carol looked at each other, and I thought my mother was going to bust out laughing before she cleared her throat and continued, sitting back down and looking at me straight in the eye, "About us."
I was chewing on a big bite and watched as my mother poured half of a glass and then downed it. It took me a moment to piece the sentence together in my head, and when I did, I stopped chewing and looked at Carol with wide eyes. I then, with great difficulty, swallowed the half chewed bite.
They both giggled until they saw that I was struggling with some dry crust in my throat, although not really choking. My mother hurriedly poured some more wine into the glass and handed it to me. I almost spilled it grabbing it from her and swallow by swallow, I finished it off. I coughed a few times and cleared my throat.
"Are you okay, Honey?" my mother asked, but I heard her giggle under her breath.
"You don't have to worry, Danny. I'm totally okay with it. In fact, I'm happy for you both."
If my mother's answer didn't turn my world upside down, Carol's response flipped it on a different axis, and it caused my cock to twitch. I felt a bit swimmy-headed for a moment, and I wondered if that was the wine talking, but I did feel warm all over and my stomach churned a bit. I trusted Carol. If she hadn't been my teacher, I might have seen her as a second mother, or even a big sister. I had to clear my throat again, and it was really wet this time.
"Would you like some more wine?" my mother offered.
I didn't hesitate to pass her my glass, and Carol did the same. "I thought you were going to tell me why Bob made Carol cry."
My mother giggled again as she poured the wine. "We were getting to that. I just wanted to give you enough time to process that."
It still hadn't fully processed. My mind felt like it was floating through space without any points of reference. I still hadn't even fully processed our new relationship, and now someone else already knew. I gave my mother a blank look, "It's a lot to take in."
"Hence, the wine," she said, handing me a full glass. "I know I said to keep it a secret, but I knew Carol would figure it out sooner or later, and well, we share everything."
It was the way she emphasized, 'everything'--and with it, a brief lascivious look aimed at Carol who hid a smile into drinking a large gulp of her wine--that it made me question just how literal its meaning was. In my head, the odds of 'everything' including me seemed astronomical, and I quickly discarded the theory. Suddenly, I wasn't so hungry anymore. I had to clear my throat yet again and then took a sip of my wine. I turned to Carol who was giving me a look that I couldn't quite read, "So, what's up with Bob?"
She gave out a sigh and looked down at her fidgeting finger on the stem of her wine glass. "Well, to sum it up, we've been trying for a few years to have a baby, and a few days ago we got tested for our fertility. Mine came back fine, but Bob's... " She trailed off for a moment as it seemed like her vision zoned out, and then a tear spilled down along her nose. "It turns out that Bob has lazy swimmers," she finished with a matter-of-fact expression.
I furrowed my brow and looked at my mother, "Lazy swimmers?" In my head I pictured Bob trying to coach a bunch of fat kids floundering in the pool.
My mother answered, "His semen don't work correctly."
I leaned back in understanding and turned back to Carol.
"We had a big argument because he refuses to adopt and he doesn't believe in artificial means." She dabbed the tear with a dry tissue. My mother put her hand on Carol's and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Wow. He really is being a douche, huh?" I wanted to march right down to that strip club and give him what for, for hurting Carol. I took a large gulp of the wine. "I'm really sorry to hear that. We should hold an intervention; get him to see the light."
"Once Bob has made up his mind, there's no other option," Carol added in a defeated tone.
"What a dick," I said, taking another sip. I was definitely feeling a buzz already. There was also a strange sensation in my groin that made my cock stir. I shifted in my seat to give it some room.
My mother changed the subject, "I know, we should play a drinking game." She did her best to give a convincing smile.
Carol looked at her, then at me with a raised eyebrow, "I'm game."
I had always heard about peer pressure, but never thought that these two would be the perpetrators. I felt like I had no choice. Carol's face looked as though she was pleading me. "Sure." I said, shrugging my shoulders. I looked over at Carol and we sort of locked eyes for a moment. Again, I couldn't read her look. Her eyelids flared open once and she inhaled a deep breath before burying her long exhale into sipping her wine.
My mother had grabbed a deck of cards from a drawer in the hutch where we had all of our tabletop games. "We should move this party to the living room." My mom ordered. "Here, Son, will you go remove all the cards from seven to the deuce, then lay them out in a grid face down on the coffee table. I'm going to go put some pants on," she said with a giggle, handing me the cards.
"I think I'll join you," Carol added.
I grabbed the cards and walked into the living room with my brow furled. I couldn't think of a single game that was set up like that, but I was excited to learn a new game. I got the game set up and relaxed on the couch. The local news was showing sports highlights from the day and I settled for that. It seemed like forever before they came back down the stairs, giggling along the way. I turned my head to see that they had both changed into pajama bottoms with loose-fitting tank tops. My mother's pajama bottoms were the sheer ones she bought to dress up as a genie for Halloween. She still didn't have any panties on either. As they walked down the stairs, buzzed as they must have been, I could tell neither of them had a bra on with how much their tits were bouncing and jiggling. I shoved my hand into my crotch, and turned back to the TV. Carol came over to the couch next to me, like right next to me. I couldn't help but look through the side of the tank top, getting a nice shot of jiggling side boob. My cock nearly made my hand jump and I decided to cross my legs.
She gave me a slight smile and looked at the TV, "Ooh, did you see if Portland won their game today?"
I tilted my head up a bit to try and remember, "I must have missed that part. Let me check my phone." I pulled up the sports app and scrolled to see the latest scores. Carol rested her forearm on my shoulder and looked at the phone with me. The physical contact sent a wave of sensation through my body and coalesced into my groin. I did all I could to resist my oncoming boner, but it was slowly starting to get cramped, and having crossed my legs, it felt awkward. I could swear I heard a soft giggle in Carol's throat before I answered, "Ah, here it is," I started, moving the phone over a bit towards her, "Looks like they tied LA 1-1."
"Damn. Well, at least it won't be another thing to piss off Bob."
"Okay," my mother began with a big smile, carrying the bottle of wine, glasses, and another bottle of wine, "Let's get this party started!"
"Yes, let's. I'll put on some music. Turn that off, Danny." Carol commanded, pushing off of my shoulder as she sprang up. I was relieved to get a chance to shift my cock into a more comfortable position and then turned off the TV. My mother sat on the floor across the table from me and began pouring more wine while Carol set the stereo to a variety station. From my angle, I was getting a good shot of my mother's cleavage. The table was a glass top with a minimalist frame, and I could clearly see her pussy through the sheer material of her pajama bottoms. Fuck, this is going to be so hard. And I had meant that as a double entendre.
"So, how do we play this game?"
"It's really simple," my mother started as Carol took a seat next to me again. "We each take turns flipping one card at a time, and each card means something, for instance, a king is social, and when one is flipped, everyone takes a drink."
"What do the other cards stand for?" I asked.
"Don't worry, we'll cover that as we go. How about you go first, Carol?"
"Sure," she said leaning forward to flip a card near my mom's side of the table. Her tank top drooped dangerously low. If she had had smaller tits, I definitely would've seen her nipple. I quickly looked to see the card she flipped.
"Eight. Eight's a rule. You can make any rule you want. Anyone who breaks it has to drink." My mom instructed.
"I know," Carol added. "I guess I'll start with a simple one. You can't say drink, drank, or drunk."
I thought about that for a moment. It seemed like a dumb rule, but then I remembered that this was a drinking game. My mother then flipped a card. It was a nine. "Ooh, nine is truth. I get to ask someone a question, and if I feel they didn't answer truthfully, they must take a drink."
"Ah... you said it, Mom." I said with a laugh.
"At this rate, I'm going to be wasted in no time." she said with a huff, then taking a sip. She set her glass down, and looked at Carol, "So, Carol, have you ever... had a crush on a student?"
Her eyes flared at my mother, but it turned into a smirk and a breathy laugh. She gave me a quick sidelong glance before she cleared her throat, "Umm... yes. Yes I have."
"Have as in, current?" my mother asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey, you said one question."
"Fair enough, Danny, it's your turn."
I flipped the card at the corner nearest me. It was an ace.
"Ah, when you flip an Ace, you must dr--, I mean, uhh, sip your glass for each one that has been flipped."
I took one sip and turned to look at Carol. She flipped a Jack. "Jack back," she said, turning to me, "That means you take a sip."
I did so and watched my mother flip a ten. "Ten is a dare. Hmm... " she thought as she eyed both of us back and forth a few times, and then smiled devilishly. "I know. Danny, I dare you to spank Carol."
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened and I heard Carol giggle. "What?" My eyes pleaded my mother, "But, she's married." I felt the couch cushion move and turned to see Carol's ass. She had gotten on all fours and her feet rested on my leg. She shook it back and forth and the loose fabric fell into her crack giving me a nice outline of her ass.
"Better yet, spank it and give it a nice grab. And I want to hear a nice smack."
I looked at my mother like she was crazy, but she was dead serious. I thought about refusing and just taking a drink, but when I looked back at Carol, she was looking back at me and biting her lip.
"C'mon, Danny. It's okay," she said with a wink.
My head was spinning, no doubt from the wine, too. My cock began to strain its confinement. I lifted my left hand and smacked her right cheek and gave it a squeeze. My cock lurched hard and began trying to grow faster.
"Not good enough. Sit up and really slap that ass. I want to hear her squeal."
What the fuck is my mom high on? I shook my head and sighed as I sat up onto my knees on the couch. It was hard to keep my balance, and so I placed my left hand on her hip. I could feel her foot slowly sliding up my left leg. The leg my cock hangs down. I brought my right hand down harder and grabbed it harder, too. She didn't squeal, but let out a grunt that sounded like my mom in bed. My cock instantly grew an inch, reaching further down my leg until it bumped into her toes, and when it did, it flexed against them as she wiggled her toes.
"Do the other one," my mom demanded. The look on her face was filled with lust and sincerity.
Carol looked back at me like Tiny Tim asking for more. I kept a hold of her right cheek and brought my left hand down in the same way, only it hit a bit more towards the center. Again she grunted and she dropped her head down to the cushion and moaned into it and her foot pushed up hard into my cock. I turned to my mother and she whipped her hand from her lap onto the table and looked guilty. "Was that good enough, Mother?" As I shifted back to sitting, I noticed my left hand was a little wet. It felt a bit gooey. Did she just have an orgasm from me spanking her?
Carol sat back down and put her hand on my left leg, "Thank you."
My cock jumped and I looked at her nervously, "Uh, sure, no problem." I gave her a half-hearted smirk.
"Okay, Danny, your turn," my mother reminded me.
I flipped a ten and narrowed my eyes at my mother. "Okay, Mom, I dare you to... kiss Carol." I had no idea where the thought came from, but I blamed it on the wine at the time. I thought for sure, that my mother would refuse, except that she stood up, and so did Carol. Damn. I watched as they came together and paused briefly, staring into each other's eyes. I expected them to just peck each other, but they lunged into a passionate french kiss, groping each other. My cock reached full attention and throbbed as I watched my mother grab her ass. They kissed for a good ten seconds before parting. My mother spanked her hard as she turned to return to the couch. It made her squeak and trip into the cushion. Her head landed in my lap, and I froze, except that my cock continued to throb. She had to feel it against her cheek, but she just laughed.
She let out a sigh as she sat back up, putting her hand directly on my cock to help her up. It strained so hard that I thought it would explode. Not ejaculate, but literally explode. She has to feel that. I saw her look down at her hand, but she didn't move it. My cock couldn't get any bigger and the throbbing almost hurt.
"Okay, Carol, it's your turn," my mother said as she sat back down.
"Mmm... mm-hmm." She leaned forward, keeping her hand on my lap. She flipped another eight. She narrowed her eyes in thought, "Hmm, let's see. How about, no one can wear shirts."
I heard my mother gasp, but it sounded excited. I turned to Carol with an incredulous look, but she ignored it and removed her hand to take her shirt off. My eyes bugged out and I stared at her tits. They were slightly smaller than my mother's, but just as shapely and firm. I turned to my mother, who had her shirt off already, with the same look.
"C'mon, Danny. Take your shirt off."
For a moment, I felt as though I might pass out. There was too much blood going to my crotch. I slammed the rest of my wine before taking off my shirt. I quickly realized that the goal of this game wasn't to get drunk. I felt incredibly flushed and felt myself begin to sweat. I began to wonder just how far this might go as I watched my mother refill my glass, then flip over a card. It was a queen. "Queen ahead. That means you take a drink, Danny. Oops," she said, putting a hand to her mouth, then took a drink.
It took me a few seconds to clear my head enough to concentrate on taking a sip. As I did, Carol had returned her hand to my lap, and cuddled up to me. Her right breast rested on my bare arm and she turned to me to say, "It's your turn." She had my left arm trapped, so I flipped a close card with the other. We all took a drink as it was a king.
Carol then took her turn and got another eight. "Ooh," she said with a sultry tone. She thought for a moment looking off, meanwhile her hand on my lap squeezed ever so lightly. "Okay, from now on, if you flip a jack, then you kiss the person behind you, and with a queen, ahead of you. Oh, and it has to be a french kiss for ten seconds."
"Mmm, that's a good one," my mom added and she quickly flipped a card. It was a nine. "Hmm... let's see. Danny," she said, giving me a mischievous glare. I winced as she asked her question, "Do you have the hots for Carol?"
"Mom," I pleaded.
"How about it, Danny?" Carol asked, squeezing my cock once more. It visibly moved her hand.
I looked at her with a blank look and she turned a bit towards me with a hand under her chin and she fluttered her eyes. My mouth gaped, and my gaze dropped to her large breasts, then to my mother. "Well, who wouldn't?" They both laughed and Carol leaned into me putting her head on my shoulder and her hair tickled my nose. She cramped my arm and so I pulled it out and my only option at that point was to put it around her. It felt so strange; guilty even. She snuggled into me more when my hand grabbed her shoulder. I sighed through my nose and saw that my mother was smiling at us while I flipped another card. Shit! A queen.
Carol surprised me as she sprang up and wrenched my head towards her with both hands and began tongue-fucking my mouth. Her tongue was a lot more forceful than my mother's and I moaned and closed my eyes as I got into it. Her hand on my lap squeezed my cock again but then she started to stroke it. My lust was winning at this point and my right hand found a breast and hungrily groped it. I felt her moan into my mouth and her breathing became more ragged. What the fuck is going on? I'm kissing my teacher. My married teacher. We continued to kiss passionately, but my passion was fading. She grabbed my other hand and guided it to her pussy. She was soaking wet, and this broke the camel's back.
I forced myself away, "Okay, okay, okay. What is going on?"
"It's okay, Danny, I want this." I looked at her like she was crazy, then gave my mother the same look.
"Mom?"
She snapped out of her daze of staring at Carol's hand on my cock, which still continued to rub it. "Allow me to explain. You see, Carol and I thought of a plan. She desperately wants a child, and I agreed to have you give her one."
My eyes must have blinked a thousand times, but my expression did not change. "What, I don't get a vote?"
My mother smiled, "We figured it would be rhetorical."
I turned to Carol, and I searched for her sincerity. It was there in spades; her eyes filled with lust. My mouth opened to say something, but no words would come out. She gripped my cock hard and leaned in to kiss me again. At first I just held my mouth open and her tongue darted around caressing every surface it could reach. I looked over and could barely see my mother squeezing one of her tits while her other hand frigged her pussy. That was when I closed my eyes and gave in to her. I shifted a bit to be at a better angle, and my hand went back to a breast and she guided my hand back to her drenched crotch. I didn't really know what to do with it, but I rubbed my flat hand along it and she ground her hips into it and she moaned heavily.
She suddenly broke the kiss, "I have to see that cock." Before I could react, her hands were deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. I looked to my mother and she was biting her lip and pinching a nipple as she stared at my crotch. She started to take them down and I lifted my hips and straightened my legs to assist her. Once they got to my knees, my cock hopped straight up and flexed. The head was almost purple and precum oozed out. Carol's eyes went wide with amazement like she had just opened a Christmas gift. "My god, Beth, you didn't tell me it was so gorgeous." She slowly moved her hand to gather the precum with a finger, and put it into her mouth. "Mmmm."
My hand on her crotch felt it get wetter. I was shell-shocked. My brain couldn't compute the fact that I was about to fuck my math teacher. It couldn't really compute anything, and I watched with amazement and she got up on her knees on the couch and leaned her head in. She grabbed the base of it and leaned it so she could lick the vein up to the tip before putting her mouth around the head. Her tongue darted around the hole and my cock throbbed hard, oozing more precum that she greedily sucked out. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. It felt amazing.
"Oh, fuck!" I heard my mother yell, no doubt having an orgasm.
Carol pushed her mouth further down until I could feel the back of her throat. She gagged a bit, but kept going and started using her hand to jack it. She couldn't deepthroat like my mother, but she was still really good at it. I put my hand on her back and rubbed it. Her other hand found my balls, and I couldn't handle much more of it and I think she knew as she held just the head in her mouth and frantically jacked it.
"Oh, shit," was all I could manage as I erupted into her mouth. Her hands kept working and she sucked and sucked on the head, milking it dry. My hips gyrated with every spurt, and she took it like a pro. She didn't miss a drop. I could hear more sounds of passion coming from my mother. It was such a turn-on to know that my mother was getting off watching me get off. Carol knew about the tendon under the balls, too, and she worked it well. So well in fact, that I felt another large spurt, even though I could tell my orgasm was fading. She moaned in pleasure and lifted off of my cock. Some of my sperm spilled out as she did and she wiped it back in, tilting her head back to keep it all inside. I watched as she got up and carefully walked over to my mother and leaned over her. As though they had practiced this many times, my mother held her mouth open and Carol let my cum spill into it. Like a mother feeding her fledgling, Carol fed my hungry mother who swallowed every bit. After most of it came out, Carol leaned in further, and they met in a kiss with Carol holding her head. My mother continued to fondle herself into another orgasm. This time I heard it gush out of her and onto the hardwood floor and she moaned and grunted into Carol's mouth. Then it dawned on me. Both of them are fucking sluts! I didn't mean it in a derogatory manner, either. My cock pulsated one last time and a bit of cum oozed out. It was still fully erect, standing straight up.
They broke their kiss and Carol stood back up and turned to me, staring at my throbbing tower of flesh. Her eyes went big before she spoke, "My god, Beth, look at that giant fuckstick! It's nearly twice the size of Bob's."
My mother got up on her knees and pulled Carol's pajama bottoms down and I focused on her pussy. The fabric peeled away, slowly revealing a hairless one just like my mom's. It looked engorged and smooth, and it glistened with cum. The labia was partially open and my mother slid a finger along the slit and put it into her mouth. Carol shivered a bit at that. "You should go sit on his lap," she told her.
Like a golem under her master's command, she walked over to me while her eyes still fixated on my cock. I was dumbfounded, and I watched her wide-eyed as she came to the front of me and turned her back to me. My mother had followed, discarding her bottoms along the way. As Carol took a hold of my cock, she steadied herself over it as my mother finished undressing me. The buzz of the wine and still recovering from the previous orgasm, I just laid there and watched as her wet pussy met with the top of my cock. It flexed hard and my mind reeled with the thought of what was about to happen.
Carol looked back at me and was biting her lip as she wiggled her ass a little, pushing down onto my cock.
"Oh my god," I heard my mother gasp. I could see her lust-filled eyes watching as my cock strained to enter Carol's hole.
Carol readjusted herself and pushed down harder. The tip barely made it in and she exhaled in pleasure. I felt a slight trickle of cum from her orgasm. Her pussy was even tighter than my mother's and she tried to sit further down, and even though her pussy was dripping wet, it took some effort before the head went inside.
She gasped and orgasmed again and she held herself there, putting her hands on my knees. I caught my mother putting her nipple into her mouth and I could tell that she was frigging herself. Carol took a few deep breaths before lowering herself further. Slowly, but surely, inch by inch disappeared into her. She stopped again when she got about half way. I felt her muscles contract and grip my cock. It almost hurt, but the sensations were incredible. My head started to come around and I couldn't help but be in awe at what was happening.
"That's it, Carol," my mother began, "Take that cock." She moaned in pleasure. "Spank your naughty teacher, Danny."
Without a second thought, my right hand came down on her ass. They both said, "Uh,' in unison and Carol's pussy contracted even harder, gushing out cum and her hands gripped my knees tightly.
"Oh fuck, Beth. Your son's cock is so amazing. It's stretching me out."
I spanked her harder this time and it pushed her down another inch. I grabbed her hips and started forcing her down. I had to get it all in there. I pushed my hips up, but then she relaxed and suddenly bottomed out, slamming me back into the couch. Her sudden weight on me made me grunt, and my cock flexed. I could feel soft flesh at the tip of my cock. This was absolutely amazing. My cock pulsated inside of her, and she began to gyrate her hips.
My mother hopped up onto the couch next to me to get a better view. I think she wanted to see if it had gone all the way inside. "That is so beautiful." I could see now that she was fingering herself with her middle two fingers. Her hand was frantically pumping her fingers in and out as she stared at the spectacle. I don't know if it was seeing her pleasuring herself, or the soft flesh, that I later found out was the entrance to her cervix, massaging the tip of my cock, but my cock exploded inside of her. We both grunted and panted, and after the second spurt, her pussy gushed and gushed, gripping and milking my cock.
"That's it, Danny, fill her up. Uh, uh, uh." My mother thrust her head back into the cushion and her body convulsed. Her fingers still pistoned back and forth. Her pussy gushed violently, sending cum out in streams. Her hips flexed up as far as they could, sending the cum almost three feet away.
I finished my grunting to say, "Holy shit, Mom. That was incredible."
She grunted loud one last time and then collapsed with a long exhale. Carol stayed on my lap, making sure to get every drop inside of her. "Wow, Beth, I've never seen you cum like that. That was fucking hot as fuck." I felt her pussy squeeze slightly and more juices flowed down, no doubt mixed with some of my cum.
My cock started to soften inside of her, and it began to tickle again. My hands were still on her hips and I pushed her off. She moaned when it flopped out and she put her hand over her pussy as she walked over to the other side of my mother and laid on the couch with her head on the arm rest, folding her legs to her chest. Before I could ask what she was doing, my mother grabbed my flaccid cock and put her lips around it, taking it all. Her tongue licked around the base along my budding patch of pubes, and slowly worked her way up to the tip; her tongue tasting every bit it could. She sucked hard before letting it go. It tickled so bad it made my body flinch. She giggled, and then turned to Carol. "So, how was that?" She then leaned down to clean Carol's pussy causing her to close her eyes and moan. "Mmm, yes. That was... indescribable. I haven't had a cock that big since college."
"Why are you laying like that, Carol?"
"It increases the chance of conception."
I hadn't learned that word yet. "Conception?"
"It's when you get pregnant."
My face relaxed in understanding and a wave of anxiety washed over me. I knew this is what she wanted, but it still made me nervous that Bob might find out. To put it into perspective, Bob is a 6'3", 240 lb. marine. Despite my wrestling knowledge, he intimidated the fuck out of me, besides the fact that he was always blaming me for ogling his wife. I had no way of backing out now, though. The damage had been done, and she was increasing the odds that it would happen. I let out a deep breath through pursed lips.
My mother had turned back around facing me and put her hand through my short hair. "How did that feel, Son? Cumming inside of your teacher."
I turned to her with a smile. I don't know if it was convincing, but she didn't question it. "That felt so good."
She smiled and planted a kiss on my lips and held it there. I didn't even think about the fact that she had mine and Carol's cum in her mouth, and I pushed my tongue through her puckered lips and passionately kissed for a moment. It tasted good. She reached her other hand and rubbed along my exhausted cock. It throbbed a bit and she broke off the kiss. She looked into my eyes, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, because you're going to keep doing it until she gets pregnant, do you understand?"
I tried not to look scared, raising my eyebrows in question, but they quivered, and I had to crease my brow to make it stop. Despite this, I nodded in agreement.
"Good. I'm going to go grab some towels."
After she left, I looked at Carol. She was lightly rocking her body. "Come here, Danny."
I smiled and got up to lay next to her. On our oversized couch there was just enough room for me to lay on my side and cuddle her. My limp cock rested against her ass and I put my arm over just under her boobs resting the other arm under my head. We met eyes for a long period. "Thank you, Danny," she said with a smile. "You have a gift between your legs, and I'm so glad that you shared it with me."
I smirked at that. She was stroking my ego well. She then leaned in for a kiss and we played tongue tag. She raised my hand to one of her breasts, and I naturally groped and massaged it. To my surprise, my cock began to grow, and I instinctively pushed it into her, dry humping her ass. It ached, but I didn't care. Carol moaned and pulled my body into her as we continued to kiss.
My mother had returned with some towels and stopped to look down at us. "You two are so cute together."
Carol broke the kiss, but still held me close, "Shut up, Beth!"
My mother giggled as she knelt down to clean up her mess. I tried to get up, but Carol held on tight, "Where are you going?"
"I have to pee."
She still didn't let up, "Did you hear that, Beth?"
"Uh-huh."
"Would you do that for us?" Carol asked me, looking me in the eyes with intent.
I creased my brow in confusion, "Do what?"
My mother grabbed my arm, "C'mon, Son, we'll show you," she said, pulling me up, forcing me to sort of roll off of the couch, but I did it with aplomb. She jogged up the stairs, pulling me along. Carol was right behind me.
"Ooh, look at that cute little ass," Carol said, and she spanked me lightly.
"Hey," I said, and I hopped up a second stair. Both of them giggled at that. We quickly made it to the bathroom and my mother finally let go of my hand. I'll admit it, I was a bit more naive than most my age, and I watched in confusion as Carol and my mother got into the tub and they both faced me, sitting on their haunches.
"Come here, Son," she said, curling her finger at me.
I followed her command, and it wasn't until I stopped at the edge of the tub, that two and two finally came together in my head. "Wait... what?"
"It's okay, Son, we want you to do it."
My brow was still creased in confusion, "And by `it', you mean pee on you?"
They both agreed in unison and pushed closer together, putting an arm around each other. I stared in awe, focusing on their boobs that were smooshing together.
My mother turned to Carol, "Turn on the faucet."
She immediately did so and slid back over into position. They both looked up at me with wanton eyes. The running water soon did its job and I began to pee. It came out slow at first and my mom grabbed it lightly, aiming it over the two of them. It started to flow more heavily, and I watched in awe as they closed their eyes and both acted like they couldn't get enough of it. My eyes widened when they both opened their mouths and drank what they could. Then they leaned back to make sure that I peed on their pussies. They grunted in pleasure, and I'm pretty sure they had a simultaneous orgasm just as my pee began to dwindle. They quickly leaned forward, careful not to waste a drop. I don't know if I was turned on by this, but it was so hot watching them in the throes of ecstasy. My mom put my cock into Carol's mouth and she sucked the last bit out. They turned to each other, kissing hard and rubbing their hands all over each other.
This was so incredible. I had two sluts at my disposal, willing to let me do just about anything. Their hands eventually traveled to each other's pussies, still locked in a rough and passionate kiss. It almost looked like they were trying to eat each other. Their breathing quickened and their hips gyrated, and soon they were screaming into each other's mouths. I could hear them both squirting, and before I knew it, my cock was a full attention.
Carol opened her eyes to see it staring at her. She broke away from my mother, "Oh fuck, I need more of that." Her mouth gaped open and she plunged onto it as far as it would go. I saw her wince, but she pressed a bit further, and I could feel the tip cramming into her throat.
I moaned in pleasure as my mother put a hand on her head, forcing her to gag and her body lurched. "That's it, Slut, suck my son's cock."
Hearing my mother say that with the way she looked at me just then, made my cock throb hard, and Carol gagged again, pulling off and coughing. My mother took over, inhaling my entire cock. "Oh fuck," I let out, pushing my hips forward and grabbing her head. I started fucking her throat as Carol recovered and started massaging my balls and playing with her pussy. She had tear lines on her face, but she only acted more passionate. I didn't want to hurt her, but she was obviously getting off on it. She looked up at me and her eyes told me that she wanted the same treatment. I let go of my mother's head and reluctantly removed my cock from her throat and pushed it into Carol's. I grabbed her ponytail and forced her head down onto it.
She greedily sucked and gagged with more tears streaming down her face.
"That's it, Son, fuck that slut's throat."
It felt a bit weird doing this to her, but she wanted it. As much as I forced her head, she forced it herself. She soon began to moan into another orgasm.
"Do you like that, Son? Fucking your slut teacher's throat?"
I looked at her and nodded my head, although I only did because she did. Carol had to pull away to cough some more.
"That's a good boy," she said, stroking my cock. "Are you ready to fuck this slut's pussy again?"
I nodded my head more fervently this time, and an uncontrollable grin curled my lips. My mother moved around Carol to the head of the tub and stood up, turning off the water. Carol was just recovering and my mother grabbed her ponytail and shoved her face into her pussy. Carol was forced to get on all fours. I watched for a moment as my mom closed her eyes and began tweaking one of her nipples. My hand mindlessly found my cock and was stroking it. My mom opened her eyes and looked at me, then at Carol's ass.
It took me no time to put two and two together, and I hopped into the tub, kneeling my legs around Carol's. My mom watched me line up my cock at her engorged opening. She closed them as I gripped her hips and pushed my way inside. Her hips bucked into Carol's mouth, "Uh, uh... oh my god, that's so fucking hot."
My cock flexed as I buried it to the hilt and began thrusting at a good pace. Carol's hips gyrated as I did so. How did this just fall into my lap? I couldn't shake the feeling of awe at it all. I had no idea either of them were such nymphomaniacs, and yet, here I was, fucking my math teacher while she ate out my mother's pussy; both covered in my pee. I had to shake my head and I looked down to watch my cock pound my teacher. I heard a gasp for air and looked up to see my mother pushing on the top part of her pussy and she had pushed her hips forward a bit. She then started to pee, and the arc eventually traveled across Carol's back to my cock. Carol drooped her head and pushed back hard, and her pussy began to massage my cock. She had loosened up a bit and I began to thrust with more fervor. Carol began grunting and panting as I fucked her harder. I didn't care that there was pee all over.
When my mother finished peeing, she walked towards me straddling around Carol. She put a hand on my shoulder and leaned in for a kiss. Her other hand frigged her pussy violently and we continued to kiss, and I continued to slam to the hilt into Carol's pussy. My mother soon began breathing heavily into our kiss and she then gushed all over us. It was so hot, I couldn't hold back anymore and grunted into my mother's mouth as my cock pulsed. My hips shook and I pulled hard on Carol's hips. Her hips bucked, too, and she was gushing, screaming with every pulse of my cock. I relaxed into my mother's breasts and she stroked my hair. None of us could muster up another word. We all showered and went to bed naked. I laid between them and we all fell asleep with each of them having a hand on my cock. At this point, I wasn't sure how heaven could be better than this.
To be continued....
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