The Sitter Ch. 04

As always, we fit perfectly. Every fold and recess of her pussy seemed ready made to accept every ridge and projection of my cock. My mushroom head surged against the roof of her womb with each jab; her lips held me so tightly that her clit rubbed along the underside of my lance. Mom's juices frothed, leaking down her thighs and my balls, releasing a heady scent that only made me fuck her harder. I pounded into her brutally, her pussy slurping and sucking at my cock with every thrust, and she gave up all pretense of playing with Karen's tits. Mom's blonde head fell into the valley between Karen's breasts, and Karen merely held Mom's body, letting me fuck her.

Mom moaned and groaned with each thrust, her voice rising gradually in pitch as I pounded into her.

"Take my bra off," Mom managed to gasp out. "Suck my tits," she ordered. I thought for a moment she meant for me to do it, and wondered just how I might accomplish the task buried hilt deep within her from behind. But before I could form much more than that thought, Karen's slim fingers found the catch on Mom's bra and slipped it from her shoulders. Mom rose up on her hands, letting her pendulous breasts swing free. Karen scooted a little - I felt her knee nudge my thigh - and then began to kiss and nip at Mom's tits, kneading the firm but pliant flesh with her fingers.

Mom's climax crested. Her pussy clamped down tight around my cock, and I was inundated with her juices. Her whole body grew rigid for a heartbeat, and then she began to thrash and cry out beneath me. I grinned and continued to fuck her, knowing only too well that Mom would come off again and again.

Her second orgasm came fast on the first, and she gripped me so tightly that I thought my prick would snap off. Karen slipped lower on the bed, and her neatly trimmed pussy pressed against my knee. She began to rub against me insistently, humping against me while she busied her lips and fingers with Mom's breasts. I felt the cum churn in my balls, and knew my own climax was fast approaching. With a sound somewhere between grunt and gasp, I redoubled my efforts and pounded more forcefully between Mom's thighs.

Karen cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. Mom cried out, her third orgasm of the night shaking her violently, and finally I came. My cock flexed and expanded, surging within the tight passage of Mom's delectable pussy, and my balls grew tight, squeezing the cum out in a volley that splattered Mom's insides with spurt after spurt of pearly semen. I came and came, a thundering climax that refused to lessen. Mom's pussy overflowed with fluid and it began to leak out of her, dripping down the length of my cock and balls, falling into Karen's cupped hand.

I dragged my still spurting cock from Mom's clenched pussy with a squelching noise, and painted the last few dregs of cum across the bronze globes of her ass. Gasping and heaving, fighting for breath, I fell backwards. Mom and Karen exchanged a passionate kiss, and they rearranged themselves across the bed so as to allow Karen greater access to Mom's cum-saturated cunt. Mom balanced on elbows and knees above Karen, her heavy breasts dangling over Karen's smooth belly. My wife grabbed my mother's ass and squeezed the bronze globes, pulling Mom's pussy closer to her face. As I watched, Karen began to eat Mom out, sucking and licked my cum from Mom's pussy with a feverish relish that had my cock regaining its former rigidity quite quickly, especially when Mom returned the favor and traced her tongue along the folds of Karen's soaking cunt.

I got myself a drink of water and sucked on ice cubes while I watched the show. Mom's head dipped between Karen's spread legs. Her pink tongue played along Karen's lips, then darted between them, inside her. Karen's head dropped back, her lips stained with both Mom's and my cum, moaning. "Oh, Janine, you've got the lightest touch, so perfect."

"Uh, excuse me," I interrupted, "I am right here, you know."

Mom kissed Karen's inner thigh an winked at me. She went back to work. Karen, for her part, simply licked cum from her lips and ignored me.

I frowned and stood up. "I know at least one thing I do better than Mom," I said petulantly. I rose and, cock in hand, gently nudged Mom aside. She frowned dramatically, lashed the head of my dick with her tongue, and moved aside. My palms fell across Karen's hips and my cock brushed against her steaming gash.

"What are you two up to?" Karen's muffled voice asked.

Mom and I shared a grin. Mom laid the flat of her hand across the length of my cock and pressed my engorged head into Karen's pussy. She swallowed me eagerly, hot and wet, and I slipped inside my wife. "Ooh," Karen said.

Mom laughed. "Get back to work, there, Kay." she ordered. "I'm going to watch the show." Mom leaned back into Karen's face, pushing her pussy against Karen's mouth once more, and laid her head against Karen's thigh as I began to fuck her. I thrust deep, sharp and quick, and pulled back out again. Karen's hips followed me. Her arms wrapped around Mom's waist and, judging by the expression on Mom's beautiful face, she did indeed go back to work.

I began to gently rock against Karen, careful not to dislodge Mom from her perch, but careful also to move quickly enough to keep Karen happy. She wrapped her legs around my ass to urge me on, and the movement forced Mom to shift her head. In retaliation, Mom found Karen's clit and kissed it, sucking the hard nubbin of flesh between her lips. Karen's legs tightened like steel clamps around my waist, jamming me hard and deep into her steaming depths. My cock bucked and throbbed within Karen as she came hard, inundating me with her fluids. Her pussy formed a tight seal around the base of my cock, but still she leaked, but Mom was there to slurp it away.

When the tension in Karen's muscles slackened, Mom rolled off of her, a sweaty spread-eagled heap on the bed. Karen's eyes were half-lidded and smiled up at me, one of those steamy, languorous smiles that always made my heart thunder in my chest. I dropped down atop her, catching myself with my hands on either side of her head. Karen's tits pressed against me, nipples deliciously hard. "Was it good for you?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. I flexed my cock, still buried deep within her. The other eyebrow rose and her mouth made a small "o."

"You're not keeping up with your wifely duties," I told her wryly. It was her turn to flex, tightening the soft folds of her pussy around me. I think I said something like "eep."

"Yeah, that's more like it," Karen said with a laugh. Her thighs wrapped around my hips, her calves pressing against my ass. I started fucking her again. The bed bounced with each thrust, and Karen's tits bounced against my chest. The bed shifted a little too violently, and then Mom entered my frame of vision once more. Mom kissed Karen fiercely, sucking Karen's tongue into her mouth.

And that was all it took, really: Mom and Karen tongue wrestling. They shared a passionate, heartfelt kiss, and I felt my balls tighten and the cum raced up through my charging cock. My grip tightened hard on Karen's hips, hard enough to elicit a grunt from her that Mom kindly muffled, and my cock rammed deep into her steaming pussy. My dick expanded, swelled, and spat its precious load once more.

"He's cumming," Karen hissed, releasing Mom. Karen's eyes rolled back and she added her own fluids to the soup forming at the juncture of our thighs. Mom slid down Karen's body in a sinuous wave, wedging Karen and I apart. Mom's hands splayed against my hips and she pushed me backward. My still spurting cock slurped free of Karen's clasping pussy. It sprayed a long ribbon of bright white jism across Mom's right cheek, forcing a reflexive blink. Yet she didn't slow, instead darting forward and clamping her lips around my spasming rod. The rest of my payload sprayed into Mom's mouth. She swallowed eagerly.

Gasping for breath, I fell back on the bed. Mom collected the cum on her cheek with a fingernail and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm, creamy and delicious," she laughed. She crawled up beside me and molded her body against mine. Karen followed, taking the opposite side. Karen's lips, smelling faintly of Mom's pussy, pressed against my cheek.

"My stud," Karen whispered happily into my ear.

"My baby," Mom whispered into my other ear.

I couldn't speak. I was already drifting off into sleep. I was happier than a I ever thought a man could possibly be, sandwiched between the two most beautiful and sexy woman who had ever lived.

I awoke in an empty bed, with the morning sun falling upon me through the windows. Fuzzy headed, I levered myself to my feet and padded naked to the bathroom, pausing only to pick up my glasses. The bathroom was empty too, though I checked every spacious inch. Mom had really picked a great hotel. I hopped in the shower and quickly scrubbed down, then headed back out into the suite drying myself with a little towel.

Then I spotted Mom and Karen. Not that they had been hiding, but I'd just been too blind to see them. They were eating breakfast out on the balcony, with the glass doors closed so as not to interrupt with my rest. Though how I missed the arrival of room service escaped me.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. Mom and Karen both looked up and smiled in greeting. I saw a light breakfast spread across the glass table where they sat. There was fruit salad, toast, bagels and cream cheese, and grapefruit, all very appetizing, but what really made my mouth water was the display of pulchritude laid out before my gaze.

Mom, tall and bronze, wore only a white robe that barely fell to her hips. It left her long, well-muscled legs naked, though demurely crossed, and fell open at the neck to display a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at me and smiled. "There's my sleepyhead," she said.

Karen, pale where Mom was dark and dark where she was pale, had her long auburn locks tied into a loose ponytail. The bright morning sun brought out her highlights, making her hair appear almost as red as her full lips. Those lips quirked into a smile as I admired the deep, freckle dotted cleavage that peeked out from beneath the bodice of her silk robe, as well as the way the fabric clinged so tightly to the massive hemispheres floating on her chest. I guessed that my lustful gaze was quite smoldering, because her nipples quickly rose to attention.

"Morning, dear," Karen said. Holding the towel around my waist, I bent over to kiss my wife lightly on the lips, and then offered the same to Mom. I noted that there were only two chairs, natural enough in a honeymoon suite, so I stood while grabbing a piece of toast. I really wanted a bagel, but if I tried to put cream cheese on it the towel would fall.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Mom said, making as if to get up. I tried to forestall her and pour myself a glass of orange juice at the same time, the toast trapped between my teeth. Mom wouldn't take no for an answer. She rose smoothly, practically towering over me even barefoot, and forced me into the chair. Karen giggled and handed me a bagel lathered in cream cheese. I shrugged, gave up, and decided to enjoy breakfast.

Mom moved to the rail and looked over it, admiring the view. From the balcony we could see the beach and the crystal blue Pacific Ocean beyond it. Directly beneath us was the hotel pool, an elaborate affair that included several hot tubs and a fountain. I couldn't understand the need for a pool this close to the ocean, but didn't let it bother me.

"Oh look," Mom said, "there's already a couple families splashing around in the pool down there." I glanced her way and noticed the hem of her robe had risen appreciably, revealing the taut golden globes of her ass. Karen winked at me. The simple knot at my waist loosened easily as my hardening cock lifted the towel out of my lap.

I looked around at the other balconies along the side of the building and didn't see anyone. Karen gave me the all clear signal and urged me on with a playful nod. I set the bagel down and got to my feet easily. The towel fluttered to the floor. Mom didn't notice I had moved until I pressed my naked body against her back and my rampant cock nudged between her legs.

"Bill, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. There was an indignant note in her voice but also a touch of excitement. Her knuckles turned white around the railing as my hands fell upon her wrists. I kissed her shoulder and slowly pressed my abdomen against her springy ass. My cockhead bumped up against her pussy. I felt moisture there already.

"There's no one around to see, Janine," Karen pointed out. I heard her laugh throatily, but didn't look, as I was busy sucking on Mom?s right earlobe. My wife added, "But just imagine if someone could."

Mom groaned and pressed back against me. My sensitive cockhead felt her pussy begin to open up, like the petals of a flower. "Oh God," Mom moaned, "anyone down there could look up and see. . ." She trailed off.

"A son plowing his mother?" I whispered in her ear. Her hips jumped. Her ass pressed hard against my stomach, and my cock, ramrod straight, began to enter her. Just the head, dripping precum that mixed with Mom's own precoital fluid. I risked a glance at Karen, and saw her robe open. Her heavy breasts gently bobbed on her chest as her fingers busied themselves between her legs. I smiled salaciously at her. "I'll be with you in a second," I told her.

"I'll hold you to that," she hissed.

Mom lifted her right hand and I let her go. She didn't disappoint. Her hand dropped between her thighs. Her fingers splayed against the length of my cock, fluttering along the underside. They tightened briefly, just long enough to give my cock a quick tug and allow me to fully thrust into her pussy. Wet and hot she welcomed me, gripping me like a velvet glove. Mom tossed her head, throwing blonde locks into my face, and sank down onto me. Her cunt swallowed me hole, sucking me in to the hilt. I buried my head in her shoulder and bit into the collar of her robe to keep from roaring in triumph.

Then I began to fuck my mother. In public.

The railing rattled with each thrust of my cock. Each time I hammered home, Mom's grip on it tightened. I left one hand beside hers, and slid the other one beneath the robe to squeeze and fondle her breasts, pinching and pulling on her diamond hard nipples. Mom's breath came in short gasps as she fucked back against me. Her pussy flexed and relaxed, holding me tight one moment and loose the next, letting me jam inside and withdraw.

"Oh shit," Mom spat out, gasping. "That fat fucker down there is watching us." I stretched my neck, and saw who she was talking about. A heavyset guy in a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, sprawled across a deck chair and ostensibly attached to a couple kids splashing in the water, was craning his neck and looking up at us. He was too far away to read his expression, but the angle was unmistakable. He was indeed watching us.

If anything, Mom's pussy became hotter and wetter, and her movements more frenzied. The metal railing rattled alarmingly. The fat guy was now nudging the portly woman in the deck chair beside him. She shaded her eyes with a hand and followed his pointing finger. She looked shocked for a moment, her other hand pressed against her chest as if trying to still the beating of her heart, and then she leaned against the man and whispered something in his ear that made him look away from us, laughing, and kiss her on the cheek.

Mom threw her head back and bit her lip, choking back one of her trademark orgasmic screams as her body grew rigid and then thrashed against me. Her pussy tightened hard around my thrusting cock. I felt my dick expand within her, bumping up against the roof of her womb. That triggered a second orgasm for Mom and set off my first.

My balls must have had plenty of rest during the night, because that first orgasm of the day was a gusher. My nuts tightened like little fists, my cock expanded, hard and hungry, and the first load of cum shot free, splattering Mom's molten inner core with ribbon after ribbon of pearly jism. With each contraction, each blast, I thrust against Mom, trying to dig myself even deeper. She responded with equal fervor, as though trying to swallow me completely inside.

At last, spent, I leaned against her, my arms and legs weak and shaky. Mom felt as weak as a kitten beneath me, and a drop of blood trailed down her lip. I pulled myself away from her with a sucking sound and staggered backwards. My prodigious load instantly began to leak out of Mom, trailing down her thighs. She stood at the railing for a long moment, fighting to catch her breath, post-orgasmic tremors shaking her lush frame.

"Are they still watching?" Mom asked weakly.

"Yes," Karen told us. Her legs were splayed, three fingers jammed deep within her weeping pussy. Her chest heaved, tits bobbing lustily, as a dark flush spread across her chest.

"Good," Mom said. She untied the loose belt at her waist and whipped the robe off her body, standing on the balcony briefly in all her glory, a golden goddess, freshly fucked. Then she threw the robe on the floor and turned on me. "You, young man, are dead meat," she said, advancing on me. Her tone was mischievous, but there was a hard glint in her blue eyes.

"Uh," I started to say. Mom grabbed me and dragged me into the suite. Karen followed, laughing.