My Girlfriend's Mom Shrieked

It started with simple looks. I'd lift my eyes and catch her watching me. Catch her with a look in her eyes that was new. An interest. It took me a while to interpret it as sexual interest but it finally dawned on me. I responded in kind. I liked it. It was exciting that my girlfriend's mom was attracted to me. Strange but exciting. Anyway I wasn't planning on doing anything about it.

And then there was the physical contact. A mother's hug. A kiss on the cheek of her daughter's boyfriend. A soft breast suddenly pushed against my arm. A soft hand caressing my hair. Normal day to day contact that suddenly was something more.

Again I responded. A hug held seconds longer than expected. A kiss that she'd expected on her cheek instead brushed her lips. A hand on her shoulder. We said nothing as we lured the other. We fucked each other with our eyes.

And so a desire was slowly awakened. She morphed in my eyes from just another adult into a sexy woman. She started to appear in my dreams. She triggered wet dreams. I'm not sure what was happening in her brain. How she was rationalizing it.

And the fact that she was married, that she was another man's wife, somehow added a taboo excitement that was unlike the desire I felt for her daughter. I realized I wanted her in part because she was married.

And so it had finally gotten to the point where I'd simply taken her. Spanked her. Pushed my cock into her mouth. Assaulted her. And after having mastered her I knew I was going to fuck her. Even though I still loved her daughter... it was wrong...

3 -- 4:07 p.m. May 27th 2008

And so, five minutes after I'd spurted my creamy sperm into her mother's mouth, my girlfriend, the girl I'd been going with for six months, and making love to for almost as long, arrived home and found her mom and her boyfriend in the family den. Everything looked normal.

"Hi mom, hey you," Kris said as she walked over and gave me a hug.

Taller than her mom by about two inches, at five foot, nine inches tall, her body still had the coltish quality of a female who was on the cusp of full ripeness. She hadn't quite attained her mother's lush roundness.

After a minute or two of conversation with her mom Kris excused us, explaining we had a school project to do. I winked at her mom before we turned to go. Then Kris turned back and asked, "Can Tommy stay for dinner mom?"

"If he has to," she answered, a scowl on her face.

***

"We can't," Krissie protested once we were in her bedroom and I'd pulled her against me. "We've got to study, really Tommy, I'm serious," she said as my hands found her rear and pulled her tighter against me.

"I'm hard," I said needlessly, she couldn't help but feel my urgency.

"You're always hard," she protested but lifted her arms up as I pulled the sweater up over her head. Groaned softly when I unsnapped her bra.

"Your nipples are hard too, hard little pebbles," I said as I cupped and caressed her firm teenage breasts.

"She'll hear," Krissie complained even as her fingers worked the buttons on my shirt and then the button and zipper on my pants.

"Sex maniac," I accused as my girlfriends soft fingers found my cock.

"You are. Yuck, it's sticky," she complained as she softly moved her palm up and down my shaft.

"You make me sticky," I answered as I lifted her and carried her to the bed. I laid her on her Queen Size bed at an angle so that she couldn't see the mirror or the door I'd left open a crack.

"Now don't make any noise, we don't want your mommy investigating," I directed as I knelt between her legs and then slowly lowered my mouth to her sex.

"Ohhhh Tommy," she groaned as my tongue found her clit. Looking up I found my girlfriend with her head back, her mouth open, her eyes on the ceiling as I slowly licked up and down her slit. Then flicking my eyes upward I caught a movement reflected in the mirror. Mrs. Wright! Bonnie's watching her daughter get eaten!

I was already hard but found myself in no rush. My ejaculation into her mom's mouth just minutes before had taken the hard, urgent edge off. I took my time, delighting in the cries of pleasure my probing tongue produced. Her hands held my head against her sex.

She was thrashing wildly when her first orgasm washed over her and spilled out onto my lapping tongue.

"Hurry," she urged after I'd sat up and knelt between her legs. "Please Tommy," she pled as I slid my cockhead up and down her moist slit. I realized as I teased her that I wanted her screaming!

"Hurry and do what?" I kidded. I could see her mom now clearly reflected in the mirror. I smiled at her before positioning my cockhead at her daughter's gate. Then I lifted it up and down in a mock wave to the woman who'd just swallowed it.

"Fuck me," she cried as her fingers reached for my cock. I pushed inside. Deep. And hard. Her mother's eyes were locked on my penis as it disappeared inside her groaning daughter.

My hips started to thrust in and out rhythmically. Krissie started to yell. I watched Mrs. Wright in the mirror. She had her dress raised and her hand was working urgently inside her panties as I continued to fuck her daughter. I'd never been so excited... so hard!

My girlfriends pussy was like a boiling cauldron when my penis finally erupted and bathed her insides with my hot sperm.

***

"Do you think she heard?" Kristie asked between panting breaths minutes later. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat.

"You were howling like a bloody banshee, of course she heard," I answered as I gently ran my hand over her heaving breasts.

"What if she says something?"

"Like what? She knows we're doing it."

"Still Tommy--"

"She and your dad must make lots of noise when they're doing it. What's the difference?"

"No they don't."

"Your sexy momma doesn't scream out when your daddy's fucking her." Looking up I caught movement reflected in the mirror. Mrs. Wright was still hanging around.

"That's gross."

"Why? It's just sex. If they hadn't done it we wouldn't be here. You should hear my mom scream," I answered.

"You've heard them? They do it when you're home?"

"Sure, they're going at it all the time. Don't your parents?"

"I don't know... I mean they must do it but..."

"But what?" I asked.

"Well ... they're old."

"Hell your moms only thirty-six, she's hot, I'd fuck her," I said as I trailed a finger down her slit, picking up a thick drop of my cum that was still oozing out. I winked at her mom in the mirror.

"That is so disgusting. She's my mom you pervert!" I pushed my cum covered finger between her lips.

"So? If I was your dad I'd be fucking her day and night. I'd have her screaming."

"Perv."

"Did you ever dream of doing it with your dad?"

"Are you crazy? That's sick."

"Does your dad have a big penis?"

"How should I know?"

"I've dreamt of my mom... of doing it with her," I admitted.

"You haaaaave?"

"To your mom too. I'll bet my cocks bigger than your dad's."

"PIG!"

"You and your mom in bed with me ... naked... licking me... sucking my cock. Your dad watching."

"You're such a sicko," Kristie accused even as her hand reached for and then circled my again hard shaft.

"Would you really mind if I fucked her?" I asked as I thrust deep inside her.

"Do you really want to?" she gasped. I sensed she was excited at the idea as I was.

"Yes," I finally told her five minutes later as I pulled my softening and dripping cock out of her pussy.

4 -- 6:15 p.m. May 27th 2008

"You're eating here more often these days than you do at your own house," Mr. Wright, Greg, teased when Krissie and I arrived at the table twenty minutes later. I'd just spent the last hour and a half making love to his daughter and he didn't have a clue. And if he had he wouldn't have minded, he'd already decided I was the perfect husband for his little girl. My cum was sliding down her thighs.

"It's because Mrs. Wright is such a good cook," I said as I bowed towards his wife before I took my seat at the table. I watched him, wondering what he'd think if he knew what I'd shoved into his wife's mouth earlier that afternoon. If he knew my sperm was swirling around her stomach. I was tempted to tell him.

"Don't let your mom ever hear you say that young man," he said good-naturedly.

"Yup Mr. Wright, one of these days, I'm going to have to cook up a special treat for Mrs. Wright, pay her back for everything." As I spoke I slipped my left foot over until it touched Mrs. Wright's foot.

"Krissie's a good cook too," her little sister interrupted.

"Yes she is," I agreed as I let my right foot drift onto my girlfriend's calf. We ate dinner. I played footsie throughout with both of them. Greg Wright was oblivious to what I was doing. In one way I felt bad about what I'd done, about what I was going to do. But I also couldn't help but feel a little bit of contempt for him too. Shit, his wife had sucked me off and here he was feeding me.

***

"We've got to go daddy," Kissie's sister Mandy insisted twenty-five minutes later as she pushed the empty dessert plate away from her.

"I'm coming too," my girlfriend said.

"The cake was great Mrs. Wright," I said as I licked my lips.

"You girls have to help your mom clean up before we go," Mr. Wright instructed. He'd earlier agreed to take his younger daughter to the Apple store to buy her an I-Pod. I knew Krissie wanted to go so she could continue her campaign for a new computer.

"You guys go, I'll help your mom," I said as I stood and then started to clear the table. Mr. Wright protested my offer but within two minutes his two daughters had him out the door.

"You don't have to, I can do it," Bonnie said when I arrived in the kitchen carrying a second load of dirty dishes. She was standing at the sink, her hands immersed in the soapy water.

"You can do it can you?" I asked as I moved up behind her and circled her waist with my arms.

"Stop ... we can't."

"But you just said you could do it," I answered as I moved my hands upward until they were cupping her full breasts. Rounder and softer breasts than her daughters.

"I didn't mean that! Please Tommy," she pled. I pinched her nipples in reply as I pulled her back against me.

"Did you like watching?" I asked as I caressed her. My prick was hard.

"I didn't watch."

"Liar!" I pinched her nipples a little harder. Pulled them. Stretched them.

"That hurts," she groaned as I ground my cock into her bum.

"Watching your daughter get fucked," I whispered into her ear. "Touching yourself while my cock was in Krissie's cunt."

"I didn't!"

"She's noisy isn't she? When she has a big cock in her."

"I hate you."

"She said you never make any noise when your husband fucks you."

"She didn't say that."

"She said Greg has a small prick."

"No she didn't, she said she'd never seen it."

"You listened to every word didn't you?"

"No I didn't."

"So Bonnie, is it as big as mine?"

"You're disgusting."

"Did you hear what I told her," I asked.

"No."

"That I wanted to fuck you, fuck her mom. It excited her." My hands moved downward as I talked, down across her stomach, then over her hips and down her thighs. Then I let them creep up under her skirt. After pushing her panties aside I slipped a finger inside her. She was sopping wet.

"DON'T!"

"I'll make you cum," I promised as I used my other hand to undo my zipper.

"They'll be back soon, we don't have time," Bonnie cried as I ran my thick cock over her bum. "Please Tommy."

"Turn around."

"Why? I don't want to." In answer I pulled her hands out of the water and quickly turned her so she was facing me. Then I forced her hands back behind her and back down into the water.

"Leave them there," I ordered.

"What are you going to do?" I started to undo the buttons on her dress instead of answering.

"Don't... Pleeeease Tommy."

"I want to see your breasts," I replied as I pushed the straps of her dress down off her shoulders. Then I quickly unsnapped her bra. Her full, pink capped tits tumbled out.

"You can't!"

"Why? Do you think your husband would mind? " I asked as my palms took possession of her breasts. "They're so beautiful," I crooned into her ear.

"They're not. And Greg's always been good to you. He's treated you like a son," she argued as I massaged her now erect little nubs. Her nips were thicker than Krissies but shorter.

I knew it was true. I knew that it was wrong to do what I was planning to do. But there was another feeling growing in me. It was more than simply having sex with a beautiful woman. It was the excitement at knowing I was going to possess another man's wife.

"It's his fault," I growled.

"His fault?" Bonnie asked, her incredulity clear.

"If he can't protect his own wife, can't satisfy her--"

"He can" she protested.

"Not like I will," I started just as the lights from a car turning into the driveway splashed across the curtained kitchen window.

"Oh my gawd, they're back already, let me go," Bonnie squealed franticly but I continued to caress her breasts. Breasts that were fuller and rounder than her daughter's still growing young beauties. "Please Tommy," she pled. I let my hands drop to my sides.

"Kiss it," I ordered.

"We don't have time," Bonnie cried as she struggled to reattach her bra. I let her. Then I let her button up her dress even while keeping her hemmed in with my body. My cock was poking her.

"Put it away ... hurry."

"Kiss it first," I insisted as we heard the car doors open.

"Don't let them see it," she begged. I simply waited until she bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. Then I let her tuck me away just as the front door opened.

"I'm going to fuck you Mrs. Wright," I whispered, then turned to greet my girlfriend.

***

A half hour later the two girls, their mom and I were in the Wright den watching TV. Mr. Wright had excused himself, saying he had work to do after young Amanda had won the remote and insisted we had to watch some show on Animal Planet.

"It's about orangutans, it's a series ... we always discuss it in science class the next day," Amanda explained as she settled herself on the floor in front of the TV. I was happily ensconced between her mom and sister on the couch in the room whose only illumination came from the flickering screen. I put an arm around each of them as Mandy gave us a running commentary on what was happening on the screen.

"That's Jasper, he's what they call the Alpha male of the pack."

"The what?" I asked as I let my right hand drift down onto the edge of Krissie's breast. She quickly checked her mom but then said nothing when her mother seemed oblivious to what I was doing.

"He's the strongest, the biggest, he's the big boss, they all have to obey him," Mandy explained.

"Like me," I said with a laugh. "The man in charge of the women." Krissie gave me a quick elbow but then nestled back into my side. I cupped her breast and then squeezed it. My other hand started to caress her mother's hair.

"He's in charge of everyone. Even the other males, they have to obey him," Mandy said without looking back. On the screen in front of us the big male orangutan was mounting one of the females.

"That's so gross," Krissie announced when the orangutan started to pump his hips, pushing his monkey prick into her. He quickly finished and pulled out.

"I don't think Mandy should be watching this Mrs. W, this has to be an Adult's Only show," I said, knowing I'd get a rise out of the almost fifteen year old.

"Its natural science Mr. Smarty Pants," Mandy said in the most superior tone of voice a girl her age could manage.

"Look Mrs. Wright, he's doing it with someone else now," I said in mock horror as the screen showed the orange monkey mounting another female.

"Maybe you shouldn't be watching dear," her mother started.

"They're monkeys mother! Its how they're made, don't you know anything? He sleeps with all the females in the family," the exasperated teen spat out as she continued to watch the screen.

"He sleeps with all of them? Even his sisters? His mother? His daughters?" I asked. My hand moved down onto Mrs. Wright's breast.

"They're in the wild. That's what monkeys do. He wants all the baby orangutans to be his. That's how it works."

"Jasper the monkey gets to sleep with his girlfriend's mother," I whispered into Krissie's ear, then kissed her.

"Perv," she whispered back but as she turned she saw my hand cupping her mom's tit.

"It's late, I gotta go," I told my girlfriend whose mouth had opened wide in disbelief. "I'm not watching any more of this weird monkey business. C'mon, give me a kiss," I insisted, then covered my girlfriend's lips with mine.

"It's not weird," young Mandy insisted, her eyes still on the screen.

"Bye Mandy, night Mrs. Wright," I said as I turned to Krissie's mother. Then I lowered my lips onto hers. Tongued Bonnie as her daughter watched.

Then, before either of them had recovered, I was up and out of the room without another word.

5 -- 12:15 p.m. May 28th 2008 High School - the next day

"Are you fucking crazy? What if Mandy had seen? Or if Daddy had come back into the room?" Krissie demanded. I'd succeeded in avoiding her all morning but at lunchtime she'd finally cornered me in the school cafeteria.

"The orangutans excited me."

"Idiot! They're fucking monkeys. Who do you think you are, Tarzan the ape-man? You touched her breast. Tongued her."

"Well you told me your dad didn't satisfy her."

"I never said that," my girl protested loudly enough that heads rose all around the cafeteria.

"Maybe we better discuss it somewhere else," I suggested as I nodded towards the surrounding listeners.

***

"I said they didn't make lots of noise, not that he didn't satisfy her," Kris hissed at me five minutes later. We were walking across the school baseball diamond. She'd refused to let me hold her hand.

"I think she wants me."

"Are you crazy? She's happily married."

"She's just like her daughter. Horny! Wants a big cock in her."

"She's not. And if you think I'm going to allow it--"

"Call me Jasper," I teased as I grabbed her and pulled her against me.

"Stop it!"

"Can you feel Jasper the orangutans big cock?" I teased. "It's nice and big for little Krissie."

"You're so sick," she said but made no effort to escape my grasp. In fact she even wriggled a little closer.

"We can do it behind the stands," I whispered between kisses.

"Someone might see," she protested but couldn't hide her excitement.

"Me Tarzan, you Jane," I said, then released her and beat my chest. Krissie fled laughing. But I caught before she got to first base. Then released my "bat" and managed to hit a home run in the infield...

When we'd finally finished I looked up and saw the school gardener standing by the outfield fence, his hand working urgently inside his pants. Pervert.

6 -- Wednesday, June 4th 2008 A week later

"How'd you get in?"

"I have a key ... in fact I think it was your husband who gave it to me."

"You should be in school."

"I should be in you," I said as I moved purposely across the room. "Mr. Wright did give me the key. He said I was welcome anytime. That the Wright door would always be open for me. You're door."

"That's not what he meant. I want you to go home immediately," she ordered. Instead I picked her up in my arms.

"He knows you're frustrated, that you need a real man. That's why he gave it to me."

"We can't, it's wrong, he didn't want you to do it," Bonnie Wright protested as I carried her towards her bedroom. Towards the bed she normally shared with her husband Greg.

Seconds later, laughing, I dropped her in the middle of her bed. "Take off your clothes," I ordered as I let the knapsack I'd been carrying slip off my shoulders.