Mom Sucks Dick! Pt. 05

I picked up my school clothes and took them into my room along with my phone, but I was thinking about Tina and Cheryl as I slid a clean pair of shorts up my legs. Then it took me a moment to recall that Tina's mother's name was Grace. Grace would almost certainly want another session of quality time with me when Tina took Cheryl home. My dick throbbed as I thought about the incredible, massive tits on Tina and her mother.

Then I couldn't help but imagine what Tina had probably had in mind the last time I'd visited. Cheryl had been completely satiated, sexually, but Tina had expected to drive her home so she'd have time alone with me. I recalled the way she had stopped me when I had started to push my cock into her tight little butt while she lapped at Cheryl's defenseless, cum-filled asshole, and how she told me I could fuck her ass after she took Cheryl home.

Then I recalled fucking Grace while Tina and Cheryl had been at Cheryl's house knocking out her chores. I knew Grace and her daughter had shared a guy before, and after that one time in her bed I knew she was looking forward to sharing her daughter with me. I couldn't help but imagine how that would be, and then I was walking out toward the kitchen and overheard my mother on the phone with Monica.

"Oh, he told me he was looking forward to hanging out with you again," Mom explained apologetically. "It's just that my husband left this morning for another convention, and we only have my car here at the house. I thought it would be nice for the three of us to watch a movie together, here at our house. Plus, we could have dinner together, if you don't already have plans."

She put her hand over her phone and shot me a grin. I shook my head, but found myself grinning in response. I could even hear the faint sound of Monica stammering on the other end of the line, as she tried to come up with an excuse to have me alone in her apartment instead. I cleared my throat, and spoke up so that Monica could probably hear me.

"Hey, Mom," I called out, "Cheryl called. She and Tina wanted to know if they could pick me up and take me over to Tina's house. Tina's mom should be there."

"Oh?" she replied--but she said it right into her phone. "Isn't Cheryl that cute, busty girl from your Chemistry class? She wants to date you, right?"

"I'll be right there!" Monica cried out, so clearly I had no trouble hearing her.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Mom replied. "I'll try to talk him into staying for the movie with us." She looked at me and added, "Cheryl won't mind, will she? You can call her and tell her we had plans for this evening. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you tomorrow instead."

I shook my head and gave her a lopsided grin, but then dialed Cheryl's number. The next day wouldn't work, since I had soccer practice right after school. I figured I might be able to hang out with them after practice ended, but as soon as I thought it I realized there was a chance Leslie and her friends might also be there and expect my time. Damn, things sure had gotten complicated in a hurry!

"Hey!" Cheryl said as soon as she answered. "Can we come and get you now?"

"I'm afraid not," I replied. "I promised my mom I would spend the afternoon with her and her friend Monica. We're going to watch a movie and probably have dinner after that. I won't be able to see you until then. That's too late, isn't it?"

Cheryl let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah," she muttered. "My parents will expect me home by then." She was silent for a long moment, but finally added, "I guess we'll see you in class tomorrow."

"We could hang out after I finish soccer practice, if you'd like," I suggested.

"That sounds good," she agreed. "I just miss you already. I hope that doesn't make me sound too needy."

"It's fine. I understand," I chuckled. "Believe me; I tried to talk my way out of it."

Cheryl laughed as she pictured it, and that laugh brought a smile to my lips. She really was hot. I could picture her laughing and had to stop my mind from going further and picturing her naked as I fucked her.

"See you tomorrow, Cheryl," I said softly.

* * *

Mom and I got some snacks together before Monica arrived. When I greeted Monica at the front door, she looked uncomfortable and overdressed. I smiled at her and she gave me a weak smile in return.

"Come in," I murmured.

She nodded and stepped inside, and I pushed the door closed. As I did, I glanced down at her sexy little bottom in that dress skirt she wore. My dick lurched in my shorts, because it was the sort of outfit she typically wore at work, where she was definitely "off limits." The blouse was dressy, and she had clearly touched up her hair and makeup.

I was wearing loose jogging shorts and a t-shirt, and Mom had pulled on a lightweight summer dress. The material was just barely opaque enough to conceal her lack of underwear. Her breasts jiggled enough when she moved that her lack of a bra was pretty obvious. I'm sure the outline of my dick was equally obvious, from the way Monica glanced at my crotch and gulped. Mom just smiled sweetly at Monica.

"Welcome to our home," she said, coming over to give Monica a brief hug.

"Thanks," Monica replied.

She still held herself stiffly and looked uncomfortable. Mom shook her head and pursed her lips for a moment before another smile lit up her face.

"Hey, let me get you something to drink," Mom offered.

Monica followed her out to the kitchen, and they pulled several bottles of liquor out of the cabinet. Mom mixed a couple of stiff drinks, and they quickly downed them. I could see both of them relax immediately. They promptly poured a second round, and sipped them as we sat in the living room and picked out a movie. It was a romantic comedy that was new on pay-per-view. I had seen the commercials a couple of times, but the movie was better than I expected. It was certainly funnier than I had hoped.

After three cocktails, Monica was giggling almost non-stop and her flushed face let us know she was buzzed. It made sense; she was not a large woman, and each of those drinks had contained a couple shots of liquor. She had barely picked at the snacks. When she finished that third drink, Mom grinned and shook her head slightly in my direction. Then she paused the movie and turned her attention to Monica.

"We really should get you something more comfortable to wear," she murmured. "Plus, I'd feel terrible if you spilled something on that nice blouse."

Monica looked down and nodded absently, then took my mother's hand when she held it out. Mom smiled and led the way back to her bedroom. I got up after a moment and refilled mine and Monica's glasses with soda and set those on the coffee table. Then I couldn't resist heading toward my parents' bedroom when I heard Monica moaning softly in protest. I tiptoed up to the doorway and peeked around the corner. Monica held a lacy little negligee in her hands--just a tiny wisp of mostly transparent fabric--and shook her head softly.

"Oh, come on, it will be so much fun!" Mom cajoled her. "Can you imagine the look on my son's face when you walk out in that thing? It will be priceless!"

"I don't know..." Monica murmured.

I backed away from the doorway when Mom added, "I'll give you privacy to get changed." She gave me a wink when she stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind her. Then she held a finger to her lips, motioning me to silence, and she listened intently at the door. A grin split her face when she heard her petite friend undressing.

"Oh, she's going to do it!" Mom whispered gleefully. "I can't wait to watch you fuck her."

My eyes shot open in surprise, and I had to wonder if my mom was drunk. Then she shooed me away with a wave of her hand, and I retreated to the living room. Because I was wondering about Mom's sobriety, I glanced over at her glass and saw it was more than half full. A moment later, I recalled it was still only her second mixed drink. So, she was sober but horny as she manipulated poor Monica. I felt like I should do something, but I was too turned on at the prospect to put a stop to my mother's scheme.

I sat down on the couch and pushed my half-hard dick down the left leg of my shorts. Then I took a long sip of my soda and popped a chocolate mint into my mouth. I managed to swallow it before I turned to stare at Monica. Mom stood right behind her, with her hands on Monica's bare shoulders. That tiny, peach-colored nightie didn't hide a thing.

Monica was blushing, but Mom had guided her out before she had the chance to see her reflection. I'm sure she had no idea how transparent the negligee was. I could clearly see her breasts and rock-hard nipples, as well as the sparse little triangle of her bush and the glistening lips of her pussy.

"Whoa!" I gasped.

Mom chuckled, and leaned forward to murmur, "See!" right into Monica's ear. Monica let out a nervous giggle, and Mom added, "You should go over and give him a nice little kiss."

"O--okay," Monica murmured.

She let my mother steer her over to me, and then slid right into my lap facing me as soon as my mother gently pushed her toward me. She moaned softly as my lips met hers, then a little louder when she felt my hardening shaft beneath her. I could taste the liquor on her breath when her lips parted to welcome my tongue.

"That's nice," Mom said softly, as Monica squirmed in my lap and eagerly sucked on my tongue.

Then she walked around the coffee table and sat at her spot on the couch. She resumed the movie, but only so she could pretend that she wasn't watching as I kissed Monica and reached down to squeeze and fondle her tight little butt. Our little make-out session got more and more intense, until she was basically dry-humping me on the couch. Well, maybe "dry" humping isn't the proper term. He little pussy was soaking my shorts with her juices.

Monica froze and pulled her mouth back from mine with a gasp when we felt Mom shifting and standing up. We both looked up and saw her smiling down at us.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I just need to use the bathroom real quick."

I knew what she was doing. I gave her a grin as Monica stared at her face and nodded with her mouth hanging open. Monica's eyes followed my mother as she walked behind me toward her bedroom. When her eyes stopped at the hallway, I reached down to free my cock from my shorts. Monica let out a gasp and stared at my face as her tight, wet pussy took every inch.

She shook her head slightly, twice, and looked like she wanted to protest. My hands grabbed her hips, and her protest turned into a long, sexy moan as I started guiding her up and down on my dick.

"Ohhh, Monica," I groaned. "You look so sexy. I just can't resist your sweet little pussy when you're not wearing any underwear. Mmm, yeah, that feels so good."

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, God, you feel even bigger than last time! OH! Fuck! I'm coming already!"

I rolled her to the side so that she was lying on her back on the couch. When my mother came back out, Monica had her legs spread wide and I was pounding her snug little pussy with long, deep strokes. I'm pretty sure Monica completely forgot my mother was even in the house, but I had been listening carefully for her return. I wanted to put on a real show for her.

Even though I couldn't see her directly, I did catch a reflected image of Mom standing behind me. I knew she could see my dick driving in and out of Monica's pussy, and I could also tell that she was playing with herself while she watched us fuck. Sweet little Monica had such a high-pitched voice when she came. It was a real turn-on for me to hear her, and judging by the wet, squishy noises behind me, it was making Mom wet as hell to hear her too.

When I felt my own orgasm coming on, I made sure to pull my face up and announce it. "Oh, damn! I'm going to come so hard inside you," I gasped.

"Oh, God!" Monica squealed in response.

She could feel my dick swelling inside her, and Mom could clearly see my shaft thicken and pulse as I started shooting a massive load into Monica's tight little pussy. She chose that moment, right in the middle of my orgasm, to walk around the coffee table where Monica could clearly see her.

"Monica!" Mom gasped. "I can't believe you're having sex with my son!"

"Oh shit!" Monica gasped.

Her pussy squeezed down on me as her eyes shot open in shock. She struggled beneath me, but really there was nowhere for her to go. I was still shooting hot cream into her, but I pulled my body up enough to look at my mother and shake my head.

"Mom, that was just mean," I said.

Mom laughed softly and shook her head.

"I'm sorry," she chuckled, "I just couldn't help it." Then she let out a sigh, smiling and softly shaking her head. "You two look amazing together. Really, it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen. But really, Monica, I should NOT be watching you have sex with my son right here in the living room of my house. It's a little disrespectful, don't you think?"

"I--I'm sorry!" Monica stammered.

For a second, I thought her tight little pussy was going to bite off the end of my dick. She had tightened down on me so fucking hard that it hurt. I bit my lip to contain my anguished groan, and looked from Monica's panicked expression back over to my mother.

"You want me to take her to my room?" I managed to growl.

"That would probably be best," Mom replied lightly.

Monica didn't notice how obvious my mother's rock-hard nipples were through her lightweight dress. When we got up from the couch, she pretty much scurried into my bedroom with her head down. It meant she also didn't notice how my mother followed me, or that I failed to close the bedroom door all the way.

"I can't believe that happened!" she exclaimed as soon as we were in my room.

Then she moaned as I leaned down to kiss her. After a moment, she kissed me back, and then she was almost frantically kissing me as I lifted her into my bed. Despite her obvious embarrassment, she was still completely aroused. I managed to keep my body between her and the open door so she never caught on. Mom got one hell of a show as I fucked Monica in my bed, particularly when I rolled her over and fucked her in that tight little butt of hers.

Once I was pumping my dick in and out of her ass, Monica completely forgot about my mother, her earlier embarrassment, or that the world outside even existed. She just moaned non-stop and thrust her hips back to take every inch of my dick. Once again I could clearly hear my mother playing with her dripping-wet pussy right behind me. It was impossibly arousing to know she could see me while I fucked sweet little Monica in her incredible ass.

Monica came like crazy--several times--as I gave her the deep, hard butt-fucking she had dreamed about all weekend. The last time she came, she let out a loud, high-pitched shriek. Her body tensed up and she quivered all over as that intense climax ripped through her body. Then she slumped forward onto my bed and panted in the aftermath. I watched her lips curl up in a satisfied smile, her eyes closed, and she curled up on my bed and zonked right out.

I stared down at her and blinked a few times. It was clear from her deep, steady breathing that she had fallen asleep. I chuckled softly and then turned, and Mom flinched when I looked at her. It looked like she was reluctant to pull her fingers out of her pussy, and I imagined she must have been close to her own orgasm.

I put my finger to my lips and quietly walked right up to her, out of the bedroom, and pulled the door closed behind me.

"She's asleep," I whispered. "Came like crazy and then passed right out. How much alcohol was in those drinks you gave her, anyway?"

"About three shots," she replied.

We were already turning and heading into her bedroom as we whispered.

"Each?" I asked. "That would be nine shots of alcohol, Mom! She's tiny! There's no way she will be able to drive home tonight, and it's a school night. What were you thinking?"

"Oh! I didn't think about that part of it," she replied guiltily. "I just thought if I got her drunk, maybe she'd let you fuck her where I could watch."

I nodded as I carefully closed her bedroom door behind us. Then I watched her lift that lightweight summer dress over her head before I whipped off my shirt. We spent a few seconds admiring each other. My dick was still slick with lube and stood out proudly in front of me, every bit as hard as it had been when it was buried in Monica's ass just minutes earlier. Mom's magnificent breasts stood out from her chest just as proudly, and her nipples were as swollen and hard as I had ever seen them.

She broke that spell when she abruptly turned and crawled up the bed, and I let out a soft groan when I watched her reach up onto the shelf of her headboard to get her own bottle of lube. Now that she had gotten to watch me fuck Monica in the ass, she was eager for her own turn. As soon as she had lubed up two fingers, she reached back and I watched those fingers spread her asshole and slide inside her.

I was already moving into position behind her. It wasn't until I heard her let out that soft whimper that I realized I was moving at all. My eyes flitted from the lewd sight of her fingers sliding in and out of the wet puckered ring of her asshole up to her face. She swallowed as she stared at my throbbing dick closing in on her from behind.

We were both far too aroused and far too close to orgasm for it to last very long. I barely managed to work my entire length into her horny asshole before Mom buried her face in her pillow to muffle her orgasmic scream. I gave her a minute to recover as I savored the wonderful feeling of her tight, hot asshole squeezing down on my shaft. Once again I stared down and shook my head.

I still could scarcely believe I was in my own mother's ass, and it looked incredible. I continued to watch as my slick shaft slid back out of her, and the stretched ring of her asshole made my dick look enormous. Then I pulled her hips back toward me and started fucking her in a nice, even pace. I'd already been close with Monica, and after only four or five glorious minutes I was bucking my hips and crying out as I shot a massive load of cum deep in my mother's ass.

The thought of apologizing flitted through my mind briefly, but I quickly dismissed it. Although that butt-fucking session had been brief, it had been amazingly intense for both of us. We had both gotten off, which was what we really needed. Plus, we didn't really have time to mess around too much; Monica was still in our house and could wake up at any moment.

After I had finished shaking through my orgasm, Mom groaned and slumped forward onto her belly. She was still panting, trying to catch her breath as she turned her head and smiled at me.

"Thanks, baby," she managed between ragged breaths. "That was just what I needed."

I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, returning her loving smile. "Me too," I whispered.

I snagged my shirt and retreated quietly to my bathroom for a quick shower. Monica was still asleep with that content smile on her face, but she looked a little chilly. I managed to cover her with a comforter without waking her. She looked so cute when she sighed and pulled it around her shoulders that I had to smile.

* * *

Mom and I sat on the couch after I carefully closed my bedroom door. She had paused the movie before following me and Monica to my bedroom.

"Should we start dinner?" I asked, glancing at my watch. "It's a little early, unless we make something that will take a while."

"Hmm," Mom uttered, looking up thoughtfully and chewing her lip as she considered it. After a moment she looked at me and shook her head. "No, we should just watch the movie. I don't want to make anything too heavy for dinner, in case Monica's stomach isn't up for it."