Ascending Lauren Ch. 25

"Goddamnit, Zane, what the fuck?"

Lauren tried to suppress a snicker but couldn't.

"Oh, is that how it is?" Caroline shot back at the family matriarch, wiping her nose. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed her mother's arm and yanked her off the platform.

The men jeered as Lauren also entered the water with a piercing yelp. Seconds later, she too came to the top, spitting water from her mouth.

"God, Cee," she gurgled.

Both women then looked down at their clothing and began giggling uncontrollably. The guys peered down from the loungers too, enjoying what they saw. Hair, once perfectly brushed, now clung to their faces and shoulders, wet and glistening. Tops clung to buoyant breasts, nipples excited and hard, and once carefully applied makeup formed slight smudges around their eyes, providing a sultry, come-hither look.

"Now that's better than Dank's wet t-shirt night any day, eh?" Zane elbowed his friend.

By then, the edible was beginning to work its magic. Through glazed eyes, Corey stared at the pair in the water, his brain processing the sensory overload. His wife and little girl were hopping about in the water, leaving nothing to the imagination. Fuck.

"C'mon in, boys, the water's fine, fine, fine," Caroline called out while lazily swimming to and fro. The hint of mischief in her voice was unmistakable.

DeAndre and Zane exchanged furtive glances. It was an invitation that many men couldn't resist, and they weren't about to be the ones that would. With silly grins sliding across their lips, they stripped off their shirts, revealing much different physiques. One young and black, with the ripped muscles and tight abs one would expect of a construction worker. The other white and older, yet fairly fit for a guy in his late fifties.

Corey's eyes widened as he watched his daughter's boyfriend and his best friend prepare to join the ladies in the pool. He couldn't deny the erection growing in his boxers and cursed himself for finding this in any way, shape, or form to be erotic. Still, he couldn't help but compare the bulges in the men's white briefs to his own. Pathetic, really.

Caroline smiled as Zane and DeAndre approached the edge of the pool. Swimming behind her mother, she pressed her boobs onto her back.

"Nice packages, huh?" she whispered, nuzzling the older woman's neck. "Looky there."

For a second, Corey thought the guys were going to shed their drawers too. He sighed a bit of relief when they decided against it and eased themselves into the pool, skivvies and all.

"Damn, baby, you look fine as hell," DeAndre whispered as he tiptoed to her, strong hands finding their way to her waist.

Zane stood immobilized, staring at Lauren. So, he was in the pool with soaked underwear clinging to his dick. Now what? She looked as fuckable as he'd ever seen her, but the fact that her husband was undoubtedly watching their every move was a bit of a cock block. And yet, isn't that what his buddy liked? It wasn't until she shuffled over and put her arms around his neck that he relaxed.

But only for a minute or two.

"Chicken fight!" Caroline yelled, clambering up DeAndre's back onto his shoulders.

Lauren looked at Zane with a knavish smile, who simply shrugged. With a little help, she managed to straddle his muscular neck, feeling the heat between her thighs as she shifted to find balance. He returned the smile as her tits pressed against the back of his head through the wet tee, hardened nipples brushing against his skin.

With DeAndre and Zane sharing a grin, the girls on their shoulders locked arms and began a fiery effort to topple each other. Corey watched from the pool deck, mind blazing with THC, cock hard. His stoned vision could only focus on the two sets of tits flopping about, constrained only by the fabric of their weak tops. Especially Caroline's, whose tube was struggling to contain her considerably larger breasts, nipples poking out as if they were going to slice through the material. Shivers shook his spine.

Get a grip, asshole. That's your daughter.

The battle raged on as the gallant horsemen below the two fair maidens tried to maneuver in ways that would give their riders a tactical advantage. It didn't take long before the competitiveness of the women came out and they were trading soft but firm blows. Eventually, the momentum began to favor the younger couple and in a moment of desperation, Lauren reached out for Caroline, only to grab a handful of loose top. In that instant, quite unexpectedly, mom lurched forward and pulled daughter's tube down around her midsection, exposing the Denverite's pallid tits and leaving them to bounce unrestrained.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Lauren's hand went to her mouth.

Zane stopped maneuvering in the pool and gawked. DeAndre felt his girlfriend's freed tits whacking him on top of the head.

"Oh, hell yeah."

Through the fog of Delta-9, Corey saw his daughter's naked breasts flapping around, bolstered only by the tube top that was now around her belly. He opened his mouth to utter rebuke, to remind them that they were not at home anymore, but then realized no one else was around. That was the beauty of this Airbnb...total privacy.

"What are you laughing at?" Caroline cried out playfully and struck back, leaning over and merrily gripping her mother's tee. "Let's see YOUR tits."

With one pull, Lauren's oversized shirt came over her shoulders. In an instant, those itty-bitty titties were free, dampness from the discarded fabric forming rivulets between her small mounds, carving a path to her abdomen and waist.

Corey thought he was going to pass out. DeAndre and Zane simply maintained their grins.

Momentarily stunned, Lauren quickly recovered and pushed Caroline backward, causing her to fall off her boyfriend's shoulders and into the pool. The older woman soon lost her own balance and joined her daughter in the water.

Finding her footing on the concrete bottom, Lauren resurfaced, hands in the air, breasts lying flat against her chest. Literally.

"We win!"

Gleefully, she snuggled up to Zane who had swam to the other side to take a sip of beer. Putting her arms around his neck as matted hair stuck to her face, they floated together across the pool. Although Corey couldn't see below the water line, it was clear she had her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. Without regard to anyone else who may be looking, including her husband, Lauren gave Zane a kunik, and then kissed him. Not a celebratory peck, mind you. A full-blown, lips parted, tongue-touching kiss. On the other side of the water, Caroline had nestled into DeAndre's chest and those two also began nuzzling.

Corey squinted, trying to power through the euphoric buzz, his brain trying to comprehend what was playing out in front of him. His daughter, naked from the waist up, making out with her black boyfriend while his wife, also topless, French kissed his best friend, tits against his bare chest. To say the older man was out of his mind and cock rock hard was an understatement.

DeAndre was also trying to process what was going on. Here was his girl, titties out in front of her parents, while her own mom sucked face with her father's best friend. He shook his head when Caroline came up for air between kisses.

"Your family is total whack."

"You have no idea."

Meanwhile, Lauren and Zane were getting into it, lips smashing, tongues tangling hungrily, saliva mingling. Water splashed as the biker's big hands roamed freely over her body. That is until he happened to catch a glimpse of Corey sitting on the lounger, pale as a ghost.

"Um, what about him?" he asked calmly but cautiously. Although it wasn't the first time in front of his buddy, being intimate with the guy's wife - even endorsed - was still new and awkward.

"Just kiss me," she purred, turning his chin back to her ruby-red lips. "He'll take care of himself if you know what I mean."

Zane feared he did. Glancing over at Corey with one eye as Lauren began kissing him again, he wondered how things had gotten to that point. Here was his lifelong friend, apparently content to be a perpetual bystander, hand down his shorts, staring blankly at the two couples necking. The mechanic had resigned himself to the fact that his pal was simply different these days. All three of them had ushered in a new era marked by some weird dynamic driven by a fetish that Zane would probably never fully understand. It tested the biker's loyalty, of course, a bro code whose conventional sensibilities would keep him at bay from another's chick. And yet, the couple had invited him into their new reality, and, Goddamnit to hell, he did love that pussy. With a small sigh, Picardo folded his arms around his chum's wife and held her tight. If this is what the guy wants, then he'd certainly oblige.

Back in the lounge chair, Corey suddenly felt very high.

Caroline and DeAndre...

Lauren and Zane...

Bobbing in the water...

Kissing...

Groping...

Very, very high.

Needing water, he attempted to stand, trying to remember where the door to the kitchen was. Legs wobbling beneath him as they tried to support his weight, the loaded project manager managed to push himself off the chair and lurch towards something that looked like an exit but wasn't sure. With his body seemingly disengaged, Corey teetered and stumbled through the solarium, grasping at passing planters as he went. The erratic path did not go unnoticed.

"Dad, you okay?" Caroline stopped kissing DeAndre and shouted after him.

Lauren's brow furrowed in concern and Zane was about to go to him when he disappeared around a fake palm tree with a thumbs up.

"Maybe we should go in too," the impish daughter cooed, shuffling over to her mother and taking her hand. "We can check on him...and, you know...stuff."

Emerging from the pool together like two enchantresses, the women intertwined their fingers while water cascaded off their naked backs and down shapely legs. The men followed, spellbound, eyes glued to the firm, round asses in front of them, the wet fabric of their shorts clinging to buttocks that rippled with every step. The fact that these two were related made their dicks that much harder. The prospect of bedding them both was like having two sides of the same coin, yet different.

A lot different.

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With both hands each jacking a cock and her lips around another, Chloe continued servicing the five men on her knees, three at a time. They groaned at her deft touch, bodies swaying with the rhythm of proficient skills.

She too reveled in the ever-changing sensations--the warmth of a penis in her mouth and the firmness of another in her hands. Her lips moved with purpose, soft tongue dancing along the shaft of the lucky dick-of-the-moment as she bobbed her head, engulfing each member with voracious hunger. Having only one mouth, Chloe ensured the others were being cared for in the interim, hands gliding up and down engorged shafts, fingers caressing and squeezing. When she sensed one was about to blow, she moved on, her lips tight and wet, tongue exploring every ridge and vein.

From afar, Charlie watched as his new love moved from one cock to another, her mouth a mess of foam and spittle that stuck to the corners of her lips, creating arching strands of precum that stretched until distance broke the bond.

"Yes, yes, that's it, boys. Fuck my face like a dirty slut."

Glub, glub, glub.

"C'mon, is that all you got?" Chloe peered up at the men with an insolent but playful expression. "GIVE ME THAT NASTY SPUNK!"

A particularly well-hung one grabbed her hair and held her head fast, growling. Thrusting his engorged cock deep into the escort's waiting mouth, he fucked it with relentless force. Charlie could see her eyes widen, both surprised and overwhelmed at its girth. Like a pro, she relaxed her jaw, allowing it to graze her palate. Seconds later, the man groaned and came, sending a surge of blood-warm sperm to the back of her throat. Gagging, Chloe took most of it. What she could not, spilled over her gums and down her chin as she turned her attention to the next guy.

On and on she went, shifting her knees and boots around to service the other three, wheezing for air in between sucks and deep dives. Disappointment punctuated each man's desperation when she would pull her mouth off one cock to go to the other, but she always returned, lips open, eager and willing. Swaying in their crumbled suits and displaced ties, Chloe could sense the men were close. Picking up the pace, her mouth became a whirlwind, sucking, stroking; stroking, sucking, creating a perfect storm. This was, after all, in her job description.

Without warning, another one of the men tensed, his muscles contracting, a primal groan escaping his lips as he blew, this time dick in his hand and aimed at the whore's pretty face. Ropes of cum arced through the air, landing in Chloe's hair and on her cheeks. Now that the dam's spillway was unplugged, the others came hard, spewing out uncountable thick streams of white semen that rained down on the stripper in torrents. Purring and cooing as it dripped down her neck, she milked their dicks, coaxing out that one last spurt from each. Some of it managed to find its way onto her black halter top and provided a twisted contrast between the murky white liquid and a dark, porous fabric. From where Charlie was standing, Chloe's figure cast a fitting, glistening tribute to what a professional cumslut should be.

Wiping gobs of customer sperm from her eyes, she finally caught a glimpse of her friend, who, to her dismay, looked away in what seemed to be disgust and disapproval.

'I told you not to come,' she mouthed, as Layla scolded her for attempting to talk, yanked the leash, and led the redhead to the swing.

'I told you.'

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The first thing noticeable upon entering the Airbnb from the solarium was the temperature difference. Warm still, but with a lot less humidity. The second was loud snoring coming from the common area just before the bedrooms.

"Snakkkk, apppp, pewww."

"Still a freight train, huh?" Caroline gibed as they passed her father passed out on a couch.

While the others made their way to Zane's bedroom, stripping off wet clothes that hit the floor with a soft thwack, Lauren kissed her husband and draped a decorative throw over him.

"Corey, honey, are you okay?" she asked, caressing his graying hair.

Barely conscious, the sixty-one-year-old stirred and mumbled.

"I am soooooo fucking high."

That was all he could muster. His eyes remained shut, lost in his own hazy world.

Lauren smiled gently and tucked him in, then gazed towards where the others had gone. She was at yet another crossroads. The raven-haired beauty could either simply go to sleep for the evening and wake rested for the final push to Miami.

Or...

As the mother of two's gaze lingered on the doorway of decision, she ran her fingers through her damp hair, pushing it away from her eyes and throwing it over her shoulder. The midnight black locks hung down her naked back and slapped it like a wet rag, drops of water flying. With hopeful eyes fixed on Zane's room, she took a step forward, hands finding the waistband of her soaked terry cloth running shorts. Step by step, Lauren slowly peeled them down, first revealing the fox red tattoo with curled tail, inked in Miami on a whim, and sitting conspicuously above the bare labia of her pussy. Soon, her entire ass was visible, a testament to all those squats and lunges.

Bare cheeks rocked up and down until she reached the doorjamb and stopped. Inside, the air was heavy with anticipation. Caroline and DeAndre, both completely naked now, laid side by side on one of the queen beds, bodies slick with residual pool water and sweat, kissing. The sight of the latter's ebony skin against her daughter's pristine white flesh beckoned to the older woman's inner Kumiho, fueling her lust. Across the room, Zane sat in the other bed, his cock engorged and standing proud while watching the couple exploring each other, tongues dancing feverishly.

With a seductive sway of her hips, Lauren moved towards the mechanic, her bare skin brushing against his as she sat next to him on the edge of the bed. As he stroked his dick with one hand, his other found its way to her back, fingers tracing gentle circles that sent shivers down a delicate spine. Their eyes never left Caroline and DeAndre, the wet sounds of their kisses and the rhythmic movements of their bodies filling the room. Seconds later, the young girl sat up in bed and curled her legs beneath her. Without hesitation, Caroline's lips engulfed DeAndre's throbbing cock, tongue swirling and teasing, savoring the heady taste of salt and musk.

A mere three feet away, Lauren's breaths came out in ragged gasps, her pussy aching with need and panties soaked. Unable to resist, she seized control, brushing Zane's hand away from his throbbing erection. With a firm grip, she took matters into her own hands, matching Caroline's fervent cocksucking on the adjacent bed with a hunger that mirrored her own.

"Fuck, baby, that's good," DeAndre moaned, his voice thick with pleasure and admiration as he lifted his head slightly from the pillow. His eyes were ablaze as he took in the bawdy scene.

And oh, what a view it was.

Caroline's lips tightened around DeAndre's pulsating, eight-inch cock, showcasing a level of expertise that left Zane and Lauren utterly captivated. She skillfully stretched her mouth wide, effortlessly accommodating his thick girth that could rival a beer can, engulfing it deep into her throat. Meanwhile, DeAndre's sizable testicles swung heavily beneath, brimming with the promise of another powerful release. It didn't take long for his moans to grow louder, a clear indication of a mounting climax. Sensing that, Caroline slowed her pace, focusing solely on teasing the sensitive head of his cock. With a subtle motion, she beckoned her mother to join them on the mattress. Lauren looked hesitantly at Zane, then back at the big black cock waving in the air mere feet away. The conflict was palpable, the idea of her naked in a bed with her daughter both provocative and taboo. Lubricated by the gummies, beer, and her own twisted libido, she dismissed any reluctance and closed the gap between the beds quickly. With twinkling in her eyes, Caroline firmly grasped the back of Lauren's head and with a steady, almost forceful pressure, guided her mother's mouth onto DeAndre's throbbing cock, the tip glistening with precum.

"Suck him off, Mom."

The black man groaned as the Iowan wife's lips tried to fit around his shaft. While not the longest cock she had ever enjoyed, it was definitely the thickest. The musky sweet smell of semen hit her nose and caused it to crinkle.

"Yeah, momma, suck my dick," DeAndre lifted his head again, enjoying the view, hardly believing he was part of something very few men ever get to experience. The striking resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny...and very, very hot.

Caroline tightened her grip on Lauren's hair, urging her to take DeAndre deeper. Each push sent her boyfriend's enviable tool deeper down her mother's throat, frequently triggering a gagging reflex.

"Do you like that black cock, Mommy?" the younger woman would ask, allowing spittle to flow from Lauren's mouth before shoving it back down on the very dark, very veiny shaft.

Glub, glub, glub.

Fascinated by a side of her mom she'd never seen, Caroline began fingering herself with a free hand. While she had witnessed firsthand her mother's infidelity with that frat boy Tony, this was different. The likelihood that her father could come walking through that door and catch them all was downright deviant.