This Door Must Remain Unlocked

As I slid my still hard cock inside mom, I was jolted into an recollection of what we had originally come here to do.

"Police, don't move," In the odd set of shadows and light I saw a cop, arms held stiffly forward, training a gun on us.

Panic immediately set in. My heart began to race. I couldn't breathe right. My throat constricted. There was nowhere to run. I had never felt as completely exposed as now lying naked on top of a woman in a mattress showroom. There were not even sheets or blankets to cover my bare ass. We were doomed.

Not knowing what else to do, I did exactly as he commanded and lay still, my cock deeply embedded in mom. We had deviated from our plan and this was the consequence. We would be arrested. Thrown in jail. I started to think through how we would get out of jail or if we would spend the next ten years locked up in this sad town.

"Oh for pity sake, Jim," the girl said. "How could you sneak in here like that? You about scared me to death. What are you, some sort of pervert wanting to watch us having a good time?"

The cop tall, muscular, splendid in his uniform, a large caliber pistol in his outstretched hands, immediately started backing off. "Oh, hi Susan. I didn't . . . uh . . . recognize you in . . . uh . . . that way . . . . What's going on here," he asked his voice had lost all of its bravado. He lowered the gun.

"What the fuck does it look like," the girl demanded. "Who told you to come busting in here like that. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Well, . . . I . . . ," was a far as he could get.

The girl got up and went to the confused cop. Blood and cum ran down her legs. He stared. I mean he really stared. He looked at her naked boobs bouncing as she slid off the bed. His eyes literally bulged as he looked down at her dripping pussy. She paused after a step obviously giving him the opportunity to look as much as he wanted.

She took a step closer and put her hands on her hips spreading her legs slightly. The pose was definitely out of Buffy the Vampire Killer. "If it's not obvious, this was my deflowering party. We've gone to great lengths to make it look like a hold up and rape. This was to be the erotic event of my life. Even my mother's getting her share," she indicated her mother and me with a flick of her long dark hair.

"And my dad," she went to him and rubbing his cock let accumulated cum drip from her fingers back onto his lap. "My dad gets to watch."

She was once again standing in front of the cop. You remember when we celebrated my being old enough to drink, don't you? As I remember you were as wasted as I've ever seen you. Her posture was now coy, but sexy. She averted her eyes from him staring at the floor. Lifting her head slowly her gaze clearly moved from his shoes to his groin, where it hesitated, then to his chest and finally to his face. The tip of her tongue showed for a second. My god, if I had been that cop, I'd have cum in my pants. As it was I was getting ready to cum in her mother.

A sweaty mess, she took his gun hand, gun and all, and ran the muzzle across her damp breasts sliding each hard nipple down the barrel as the gun passed it.

She took his other hand and pushed it into mess between her legs.

She smiled at him. "Ever since we were in high school, you've made it pretty clear that you were interested. How about now?" He only stared at her nakedness, his mouth open as he fingered her. Not waiting for an answer she worked at unbuckling his service belt. Now her naiveté shone again as she failed in her efforts to release the buckling mechanism. He holstered his gun and released the belt, setting it on the floor. Hurriedly he stood again. She was better with the belt on his pants and soon he, too was exhibiting a fine and very hard cock.

She pulled him toward her, but he stopped her. "I've got to keep my shirt neat for the rest of the shift," he said apologetically and quickly unbuttoned it. He hung it and his pants neatly then threw himself on the waiting girl.

"I always wanted to fuck you," she cooed as he buried himself inside her. She twisted her legs around him as if to hold on. Then panting and sweating, her head thrown back, she said breathlessly, "How nice you could join the party." She brought his face to hers and kissed him hard as I watched his ass rise and fall as he pounded the girl who may well have been the girl of his dreams in high school.

She threw her head back again suddenly letting go of his head and began to fuck him with determination. God, she was having a good time!

He took her breasts and sucked hard on her nipples. It wasn't long before the sounds of another climax filled the hardware store.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was his first time.

For myself, I took advantage of his focus on her to finish fucking her mom who seemed to be quite grateful for the attention, not to mention the moaning, sweating climax we came to.

We rolled over so she was on top of me for a short time of sharing. She sat on me smiling. She wriggled as if to keep my softening cock inside her. Her hands moved aimlessly across my chest while I, in turn, explored her beautiful breasts.

Eventually she got off the bed and went to her still bound husband. She made no effort to release him but instead she took his cock in her mouth. She took it all at once, then let it slide out. She slowly repeated. By the third time, he leaned back against the chair, his mouth open. His knuckles became white as he gripped the arms of the chair. I watched as she knelt in front. Her slow blow job picked up in speed and intensity. It made me hard just to watch. A pool of cum, mine and my partner's was beginning to form beneath her where she knelt. Soon his clipped groans signaled his cum shooting into her mouth. She never paused until his cleanly licked cock slipped from her mouth.

Even as mom was finishing off dad with what I suspected would be a blow job to be remembered, the cop was bringing the daughter to what was their first mutual climax. Quite a family scene.

My partner and I were beginning to locate our clothing in the hopes of slipping out. We stopped dead when the cop, still buried in his new lover asked with real curiosity, "Who are these guys," gesturing toward us with his head. His hands were busy with her breasts.

"Actors, you could say," she replied. "What they're doing might not be 100% legal so don't ask too many questions. Just fuck me again." She began thrusting her hips against him and holding him tightly by the ass.

To us she said over his shoulder, "Your money's in the office. Don't forget to pick it up as you leave."

We dressed then left the room. As we walked through the aisles of tools, appliances, and sewing notions toward the unlocked door I heard a chorus of "Thanks guys."