Justin Knows Who You... Ch. 01

Looking at Trista I saw the mesmerized look on her face. It was like she was in a zone and I could see her slight eye movements as she continued to scan my mother up and down from head to toe.

Trista shifted slightly in her chair, crossing her legs, causing the slit in her skirt to part. Her bare thigh above the top of her stocking was now visible as she continued to bounce her leg. The entire time, her eyes were glued to my mother.

Casual small talk filled the room as we sat there watching my parents set the table. The entire time I couldn't help but to notice the lingering glances between my mother and my girlfriend. I couldn't believe that my mother was acting like this. Maybe it was just my nerves from them meeting for the first time. Maybe this is how my mother always acts and I just haven't noticed it before.

"Justin tells me that you are putting up cameras in the church to provide Internet service for the parishioners?" my mother asked as she walked around to our side of the table and set the nice china plates down.

"That's right Mrs. Smith," Trista replied as she looked up into my mother's eyes as my mom now stood behind her.

"Oh nonsense, call me Karen," my mother said as she placed her hands on Trista's shoulders and squeezed them slightly.

As I sat there I couldn't help but notice my mother's lingering glance at Trista's leg where her bare thigh was visible above her stocking top. My mother seemed to keep her hands on Trista's shoulders for an eternity as I watched Trista close her eyes slowly. I couldn't believe that her nipples were now protruding and her breathing was growing erratic. Finally after a moment, my mother removed her hands and walked back to the oven.

As my mother and father were facing away from us I decided to check out Trista to see if my mother was arousing her. Quickly I slipped my hand onto her thigh and inched my fingers under the slit in her skirt. Looking into Trista's eyes I watched her bite her lip and look at me with a shocked look on her face as I slid my fingers over her very wet pussy.

Just then my mother turned around and I quickly removed my hand from my girlfriend's cunt. In doing so her skirt flipped up and her pussy was dangerously close to being exposed.

As my mom and dad set the food on the table I couldn't help but notice my mother's lingering glances and the frequency of them. Before long the table was set. My mom and dad sat down at their normal places and we said grace.

"Everything looks so wonderful," Trista said as she looked first at my dad and then at my mom.

"Yes it does," my mother replied as I watched her eyes drop from Trista's eyes to her cleavage before lifting back up to her eyes.

From my vantage point I could see Trista glancing repeatedly at my mother's breasts. The dress my mother was wearing showed off ample cleavage, including the hint of nipple.

We passed the food around and began to eat. Hardly a word was spoken. What I was witnessing was language in another form. With Trista just admitting to me that she is attracted to beautiful women and my mother acting as though she had the hots for my girlfriend, I had a hard time concealing my throbbing erection.

While we ate I just sat there observing the subtle glances and smiles between my mother and Trista. I tried to decipher what I was seeing but I wasn't sure what I was seeing was happening.

Was my mother interested in my girlfriend? Was my girlfriend interested in my mother? Was my mother just being friendly and polite? I wasn't sure. One thing I knew for sure was that I had a growing member in my pants and it was getting quite uncomfortable.

My mom and Trista did most of the talking. They continued to talk about girl stuff while my dad and I got up to do the dishes. As I walked back and forth from the table to the sink I couldn't help but to notice the sexual tension.

With each trip back and forth from the sink I couldn't help but to check out my own mother. On one trip I had a great view down the front of her dress. My eyes lingered there for a moment until I saw Trista glance up at me. On another trip to the table I witnessed my mother's dress hiked practically all the way up to her hip as she sat there with her legs crossed while she bounced her top leg.

I wanted to do something that I always wanted to do since I was a kid and now I had the opportunity. I walked around to Trista's side of the table and accidentally dropped a spoon onto the floor. As I bent down and dropped to my knees I looked under the table.

"Oh My God!" I thought to myself as I looked up my mother's legs and saw her naked pussy tucked tightly between her crossed legs. As she sat on her ass she looked so incredible as she wore no panties. Not wanting to get caught, I stood up and walked to the sink.

My cock was now aching. I wanted so badly to pull my mother into my room and fuck her while she ate out Trista but I knew that wasn't going to happen. All that I knew was that tonight was turning into a wild and crazy evening.

After dinner was finished my dad recommended that we all go into the living room to watch television. My dad was the first one to walk into the living room followed closely by my mom who was now holding his hand. While their backs were turned to us Trista turned around and kissed me full on the lips, slipping her probing tongue into my mouth. We broke our kiss quickly and proceeded into the living room.

"I have to use the rest room," Trista announced before she sat down.

Before I could even answer my mother jumped up off of the sofa and said, "I'll be glad to show you where it is at."

Both ladies began to walk and giggle toward the bathroom. My dad and I just sat there watching some wildlife show while we waited for the ladies to return.

Moments later my mom returned to join us.

"That is some cute girlfriend you have there Justin," my mom said as she slowly lifted her leg and crossed it over the other one, giving me a brief clear view of her cunt.

I just sat there for a moment as my heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe the sight of my mother's pussy. It was gaping and glistening as she was highly aroused.

"Thanks mom," I said as I blushed slightly while I turned to look at the television.

"You're very lucky to have her, just don't screw it up," my mom said as she gazed at Trista as she entered the living room.

"Don't worry mom, I won't," I said as Trista sat down right next to me.

Trista reached down and adjusted her skirt as she too slowly lifted her leg and crossed it over the other one. It must have been a woman's thing as I know that my girlfriend just flashed her pussy at my mom. Even though she adjusted her hem, she made no attempt to cover her thigh where her golden tanned flesh was exposed above the top of her stocking.

Things seemed to tame down as we began watching television. We watched a couple of nature shows before settling down to watch a movie. The movie was pretty boring and I couldn't wait for the rest of this evening to be over.

Finally the movie ended and everyone was tired. Trista announced that she had to get going. We all stood up and began walking toward the front door when my dad decided to leave and go to bed. That's when I came up with a plan.

"While you two finish chatting I'm heading out into the garage, I'll meet you at your car," I said to Trista as she turned and smiled at me.

I quickly turned and ran out into the garage. I wanted to run around to try to peek at my mom to see if being alone with Trista would cause her to do anything. I quickly ran out and stood behind the tree, shading me from any chance of them seeing me. From my vantage point I could see both of them well. I waited and waited until I suddenly saw my mother and Trista embrace.

I felt my cock rise faster than at any time of my life as I watched my mother slide her arms around my girlfriend and then down over her ass. I was shocked as Trista offered no resistance. I suddenly grew dizzy as I watched my mother slide her hands under Trista's skirt and then over her naked ass.

My mother's head was pressed against Trista's as they hugged and I could see the smile on her face. With her hands still on my girlfriend's ass my mom suddenly turned and kissed Trista on the neck. Instantly Trista turned her head to face my mom. I don't know if it was to protest or what but when my mother placed her lips on my girlfriends I watched them share a soft tender kiss.

Just like that it was over. They pulled away from each other and Trista stepped out onto the porch. I hopped out from my spot and ran up to Trista.

"I hope you come back soon," my mom said as I took Trista's hand and walked her down the porch.

"You bet I'll be back," Trista said as she turned around and walked with me down the driveway.

While we walked I noticed that Trista's fingers were wet. Actually, they were slippery.

"HOLY FUCK," I thought to myself as I realized that the wetness had to have come from my mother's wet pussy.

While we walked I began sliding my fingers through the goo on Trista's fingers.

"Wanna come see my van." I said softly so the neighbors couldn't hear us.

"I was hoping you would ask," Trista whispered.

I quickly opened the back cargo door and Trista hopped right in. I jumped in and closed the door behind us.

"Nice carpeting," Trista said as she sat down.

"God, your mom is so hot" Trista said softly as I leaned in and kissed her as I wrapped my arms around her and pushed her onto her back.

"And I know you think she is hot too," Trista said as we began kissing passionately.

Quickly I took Trista's hand and pulled it up to my face. I inhaled sharply and for the first time I inhaled my mom's scent.

"You shouldn't do that," Trista said as I began kissing her gooey fingers.

"Why not?" I asked as I slowly slid my tongue up Trista's finger and through my mother's pussy juice.

All that was heard was heavy breathing as I slowly began to slide my hand up Trista's stocking clad leg. She parted her legs even farther and before I knew it my fingers were across the lace top of her stocking and lightly squeezing the soft golden flesh of her upper thigh.

"You're tasting your mother," Trista moaned as she reached up and kissed me.

I reached up behind the passenger seat and dug around until I found the bungee cords. I quickly took the bungee cord and wrapped it around her wrist twice before pulling the two hooks up to the hook on the side of the van.

"Oh God Justin," Trista cried out as I quickly wrapped another bungee cord around her other wrist. This time I had to pull her arm up with a little resistance until I had the hook through the hook on the side of the van.

"Oh God Justin, NO!" Trista cried out as I began unbuttoning her blouse.

Trista stopped protesting as she laid on her back with her arms pulled up over her head and behind her. She bent her knees and spread her legs as her breathing grew heavier and heavier.

"So you think my mother is sexy?" I asked as I finished unbuttoning her blouse.

"Yeah," Trista whispered loudly between heavy breath's.

I slowly began to pull her blouse away from her until it was laying on the floor of the van at her sides. I reached up and placed my fingers on her bare stomach causing her to quiver and tremble while she nearly began to pant.

"Do you think my mother is hot?" I asked as I slowly traced my fingers back and forth from side to side across her stomach as I inched my way closer to her breasts.

"Yeah," Trista whispered a little louder through her heavy breathing.

I continued to lightly trace my fingers across her skin, causing goose bumps to appear. Trista continued to breath heavily as my fingers were now only inches from the bottoms of her bra encased breasts.

"Do you think that my mother thinks you're hot?" I asked as Trista now only could nod her head.

The lighting was extremely dim as the only light coming in to the van was from the street light shining in through the windshield. All I could make out was her shape and the dark mounds of her breasts as they were still encased in her bra.

"Do you think it was you that made my mother's pussy wet?" I asked as I pulled on the clasp between her breasts.

"I know I made her wet," Trista cried out when she felt her bra give way, allowing her breasts to spill out of their tight confines.

"What did my mom's pussy feel like?" I asked as I slid the back of my knuckles across her now naked breasts.

"Oh God," Trista gasped when my knuckles grazed her sensitive nipples, "She felt so fucking soft."

"Do you want to kiss her with your tongue?" I asked softly while I continued to play with her breasts.

"Yes," Trista said softly.

"Do you want to touch her soft breasts?" I asked as I lightly scrapped my thumb nail over her stiff nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Trista cried out, "Yes, I want to touch her breasts, I want to kiss her breasts, I want to suck her nipples," Trista panted out as I continued to scrape my thumbnail over her taught bud.

"Oh God Justin, I'm so sorry, I can't believe this is happening to me," Trista cried out as she nearly began to cry.

"She's your mother, I am such a whore," Trista cried out through her heavy breathing.

"But you still would like my mother to make you cum?" wouldn't you.

"Yes," Trista moaned out as she began to breath even heavier.

I slowly lowered my head to kiss my girlfriend's breast.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" Trista moaned out as I kissed her breast ever so lightly.

"I want you to ask me permission," I said as I licked the bottom of her breast.

"Permission for what?" Trista moaned out as she thrust her breasts up for me.

"Ask me permission for my mother to kiss your breasts," I said softly.

Suddenly Trista stopped. She held her breath and even tried to pull her arms down.

"What are you talking about?" Trista replied.

I reached over to the driver's seat and picked up my neck tie. I quickly wrapped it around Trista's head until her eyes were completely covered.

"Oh God Justin, we shouldn't do this," Trista said as she began to squirm with excitement.

"Now just close your eyes and picture my mother being the one here with you. I am here and you have to ask permission for anything to happen. I will then instruct my mother to do what ever you ask for," I said as I quickly pulled my hands from Trista's body.

We just laid there for a moment as Trista was either a little nervous or unsure about what to do. I figured that I wouldn't push the issue so I waited for her to make the first move. We continued to lay there for what seemed to be forever until Trista finally spoke.

"Justin, will you let your mother touch my breasts?" Trista asked.

Slowly I reached up and began to lightly touch her soft globes. Trista began to breath heavily as she continued to squirm next to me. I just laid there gently caressing her naked tits while she panted and arched her back.

"Mmmmmmmm, Karen, that feels so good," Trista said softly as her head tossed lightly from side to side.

"Oh God," Trista moaned out loud while my fingers continued to caress and stroke her soft breasts.

I ran my finger tips ever so lightly across her heavy naked breasts until she begged me to let my mother do something else to her.

"Justin, let your mother kiss my breasts," Trista cried out as her back arched and her breasts were now pushed up into the air.

"Kiss her breasts mom," I said softly as though I was talking to my mother.

"Kiss my girlfriend's breasts mother, I know you want to," I said as I lowered my head to Trista's heaving breasts.

"Oh Godddddd," Trista squealed out as my lips came in contact with her soft supple flesh.

"Oh God Yeah Karen, that's so fucking good," Trista cried out as though my mother was really kissing her breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Trista moaned over and over as I continued to softly kiss her breasts, purposely avoiding her hard stiff nipples.

Trista continued to moan and pant while I paid the utmost attention to her tits. Her breathing was growing heavier and my cock was growing harder

Is my mother loving your breasts the way you want her to?" I asked softly as my kisses trailed off of her breast and on to her neck.

"Tell her to cup my tits and suck my nipples," Trista cried out I kissed her neck softly.

"You heard her mom, hold my girlfriend's tits and lick her nipples," I said again as though I was really talking to my mother.

"Ohhhh Godddddd," Trista cried out in a low guttural moan.

I squeezed her breasts and lapped at her nipples just like she wanted. I could feel her nipples stiffening even more as my tongue skillfully stroked her nipple from bottom to top.

"Oh God Karen," Trista cried out while squirming on her back, "I want to suck your breasts."

I quickly pulled my shirt up and leaned over my girlfriend until my chest was over her face. I could feel her warm breath against my flesh as I positioned my nipple in front of her mouth.

"Suck my mother's nipple," I said softly as I lowered my nipple until I touched Trista's lips.

Instantly, Trista began lapping at my nipple. Her tongue felt absolutely incredible as she rapidly fluttered it across my nipple, causing it to stiffen to an uncomfortable point. The longer she lapped at my nipple the harder my cock became.

"Does my mother's nipple feel good against your mouth?" I asked as I continued to lean down over Trista.

"Oh Karen you are so hot," Trista moaned out as she suctioned her lips around my nipple and sucked hard.

I couldn't help but to moan loudly as I felt Trista's lips sucking on my breast while her tongue rapidly flicked over the tip of my nipple. I slowly pulled away until her mouth no longer touched my bare flesh.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the back door of the van. I quickly unbuttoned my pants and removed them until I was down to my underwear. My eyes were now better adjusted to the dim light and I stared down at Trista's pussy which was exposed and glistening while she laid on her back with her legs spread. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and the garters were now visible against the soft flesh of her silky thigh's.

"Oh Justin, will you let your mother eat me?" Trista moaned out as she still squirmed around on her back.

I just paused for a moment and admired my girlfriend as she laid on her back. The bungee cords wrapped around her wrists forced her arms over her head and away from her body. I reached up behind the passenger seat and picked up two slightly larger bungee cords. I repositioned myself next to Trista and knelt beside her.

"Lift your foot up and offer it to my mother," I said softly while I continued to watch Trista's breasts heave up and down.

Slowly Trista lifted her leg and foot. She held it there for a moment until I reached out and took her ankle in my hand. I leaned forward and placed the side of her foot against my face. I inhaled deeply and kissed the side of her ankle, slowly dragging my tongue over her stocking clad foot until I reached her sexy toes.

"Oh Karen," Trista moaned softly as I began wrapping the bungee cord around her ankle.

Slowly I began lifting her leg higher and higher until her foot was now over her head. I reached out and hooked the bungee cord hooks through the same hooks that held her wrists.

"Oh God Karen," Trista moaned out as she instinctively lifted her other leg and foot without even being asked to.

Again I wrapped the bungee cord around her ankle. I pulled up on the cord and lifted her leg back until her foot was raised up as far as the other one. Again I hooked the cord through the hook that held the cord from her wrist. I knelt there and watched as Trista wiggled about, trying to free herself from the elastic restraints.

"Oh God Justin," Trista moaned out in a deep husky voice.