My girlfriend was wearing leather pants, leather bra, stiletto pumps.
Mom was in a short tight black dress, showing a wide expanse of cleavage, and high Sabo heels. She might be 45, but she could still pull it off.
Scarlett said, "Whatta ya think?"
"Oh fricking gawd."
* * * *
I danced mostly with Scarlett, some with Mom. Mom never reached the end of the line of guys wanting to dance with her. She scolded a few for wandering hands, was given enough telephone numbers to start a directory, and turned down several score invitations to go home with a stranger half her age. My trips to the bathroom were bonding experiences, every guy wanting to know how I'd scored two such hot chicks.
"Clean living."
We got home around 2:00 A.M., but were still wound up. Mom and Scarlett suggested the hot tub and, not waiting for an answer, headed to Mom's bedroom to change.
Well, okay, it seemed like a good idea.
In the hot tub, after the usual extended wait, I was joined by the ladies in minimal bikinis and toting a bottle of champagne. They immediately started chatting about the evening, the club, the guys, the girls, the clothes. I leaned back, half listening, mostly thinking about my girlfriend's hand: she was fondling my dick though my shorts. It was the middle of the night, no one could see, and I can't say that I didn't enjoy the kink of being played with in my mother's presence.
Scarlett worked her hand inside my shorts, pushed them down my thighs, freed my cock, fisted it. While waiting, futilely, for a lull in the conversation so I could plead exhaustion and suggest Scarlett and I hit the sack, Scarlett took hold of my hand, drew it inside her bikini bottoms. It took me a second to get it, but Scarlett, who'd always been au naturel, was now completely bald.
Scarlett saw the recognition dawn on my face and ducked her head to mine, whispering in my ear, "You like? Your Mom convinced me to wax while we were shopping."
Her grip on my penis tightened, her hand slid down my cock, squeezed my balls, moved back up to encircle the shaft.
I nodded yes.
She sat back up and said, "Good. Now babe, when out shopping today your Mom and I made an important decision. We figured, in light of how generous she's bee to me, it's only fair if I share my good fortune with her. That is if you approve Joni?"
"Well, he's as long as his father and I suspect a tad thicker. If he's as good as you say, we have a deal."
Shit, was it my mother fisting my dick? Before I could reach down to find out, the hand disappeared and Scarlett turned to me.
"Now I know what you're thinking, what's in it for me? How 'bout this, you get to live your fantasy."
And with that Scarlett leaned into and my mother, their mouths meeting in a long french kiss. Lips slid against lips, tongues explored mouths.
I knew Scarlett had been with women. Sometimes she'd tease me about it, ask if it turned me on, if I was interested in a threesome or watching her with another woman. I didn't know if she was fucking with me, like an ongoing joke among her girlfriends - "I suggested a threesome, he started panting, men, they're so predictable" - but I'd say yeah; she just called me a liar when I didn't and, y'know, men, they're so predictable.
As to Mom? As to Mom, nothing surprised me.
The kiss ended.
Scarlett said, "Sit on the lip baby."
I said, "What?"
Mom said, "Listen to your girlfriend. Sit on the lip. "
When I didn't move the women slipped their hands under my arms, directing me upwards. I slid up the side of the tub, sat on its lip, my calves and feet still in the water.
My cock was at half-staff.
Mom reached behind, untied her bikini top, tossed it on the deck. Her huge breasts, large and round, slumped slightly; the areolas were dark oval distended.
My cock did not respond.
Mom, in an exaggerated tone, said, "Suddenly I'm not sure about our deal. Most guys get hard at the sight of these things."
Scarlett leaned forward and looked at my dick. At some point she'd discarded her bikini top; her breasts, ample and capped with her wonderful conical nipples, swayed before me. "I gotta admit, he's underperforming. I think he needs additional inspiration."
The women stood. Their bikini bottoms were gone. Both were shaven clean and their pussy lips swollen, Scarlett's a delicate pick, Mom's a darker brownish hue.
Scarlett placed a hand on Mom's breast, squeezed. "I thought mine were big."
Mom, cradling one of Scarlett's breasts, tested its weight, then ran a thumb over the nipple, which lept to attention. "They are honey. Firm too. Does he like them big?"
Scarlett said, "Says he doesn't, but he does," moved into Mom, and they pressed their lips to each other, their breasts melding together. Scarlett slid her hand across my mother's wet body to her ass, taking firm hold of one of her substantial butt cheeks. Mom's hand was on Scarlett's heart shaped ass. Scarlett closed her eyes, moaned into Mom's mouth.
When they were done the ladies turned to me, their gaze fixed on my dick. I was getting hard, but was still not at full staff.
Mom said, "Are you sure about this guy?"
Scarlett said, "Y'know men, they say they want a threesome, but when they get one, performance anxiety rears its ugly head."
The two women slipped back into the water, moved towards me and, their breasts pressed to my legs, stroked and fondled, then lapped and kissed my dick; they ran their tongues up its sides, took turns licking the cock-head. When it was fully erect they leaned back, ran their hands up it, the lightest grazing touch, and Mom said, "You're correct, once in working order, it's impressive."
Scarlett took hold of my swim trunks - they were wrapped around my knees - worked them past my ankles, tossed them. Mom watched them fly past her shoulder, wrapped her hand around my member, looked at the distance between her thumb and index finger, and said, "I was right, as long as his father, but thicker."
Mom then twisted her hand on my shaft. I leaned back, moving my hips in time with her hand. Mother's other hand cupped my balls, rolled them about with her strong supple fingers, then moved forward to shower my cock with little kisses before slipping her lips around my cock-head. I cradled her head as she rolled her tongue back and forth on the crown, swabbing its surface in short circular motions; she ran the tip of her tongue along its edges, explored my piss-hole.
Scarlett teased my thighs and butt with soft caresses.
After a final long slow lick up the length of my shaft, Mom leaned back and Scarlett, a hand on each knee, spread my legs. Mom moved between them, captured my dick between her breasts, rotating them on my cock, up and down, side to side.
My penis was on fire.
Mom moved back and Scarlet snaked her hand around the shaft, her thumb stroking the cock-head. She held rubbed squeezed, just hard enough, in just the right spots.
I was as stiff as a board and dripping pew-cum.
Mom said, "He's doing much better; I think we have a deal."
Scarlett said, "I knew he'd come around. How could anyone resist those titties?"
The women exchanged a long French kiss.
I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, my focus entirely on my penis, and drove me cock into my girlfriend's hand, which twisted on my shaft.
The women ended their kiss. Scarlett ran her tongue over her lips, tilted my dick down, and Mom closed her hot mouth over it, dragging her tongue along its sensitive underside. Mom kept moving forward, forcing me back, until she was half out of the water, her fully exposed breasts dripping water. Scarlett, taking advantage, licked my balls.
I groaned, quivering in delight.
They were a team, torrid and red hot. Mouths and hands, fingers and lips and tongues, soft fingertips and delicate nails, stroked and worshiped my dick, sucked on my balls, slid up and down the shaft, grazed my frenulum, kissed and licked the crown. Indefatigable and merciless, getting me hotter and hotter, they took turns licking the head of my penis. Clenching the sides of the hot tub, I watched Mom, my cock-head in her mouth, rhythmically flex her lips and cheeks.
My boiling balls pulled back inside my body. I was ready to come.
Then Mom's head was off my dick; she took the shaft in her hand, pressed her thumb to its base, waylaying my orgasm.
"Scarlett, you ever try edge play?"
"No, what's that?"
"You see how long you can hold a guy on the edge of an orgasm; it's fun and great training."
Had they forgotten I could hear?
"Ladies, I'm ready."
Scarlett, whose hand joined Mom's on my dick, said, "You're ready when your Mama says you're ready. "
Mom nodded in agreement, Scarlett whispered something in her ear, sucked on her earlobe. The women giggled and kissed, their tongues took turns in each other's mouth. The long sweet kiss ended. Scarlett said, "I'm game."
The two of them leaned forward, licking and kissing my raging manhood with cruel careful slowness and agonizing delicacy. Methodical patient precise, they kept me on the edge of an orgasm and, as they gauged my reactions, deciphered my breaths, my moans, my squirming body, they grew ever more expert, their fingers and mouths and luscious hot bodies pushing me to the brink, holding me there until with one more touch or in one more second I'd explode, then they'd stop, back off, do it again, and again.
I moaned, trembled, struggled for breath, shook, concentrated on my cock, on every exquisite sensation. I was growing blue boys. I needed to come.
Then Scarlett leaned over, whispered something in Mom's ear. Mom nodded, whispered something to Scarlett. The women kissed, Scarlett licked my dick, and Mom said, "We love how patient you've been son, it lets a girl know she's appreciated and a girl so does like to be appreciated, especially by a handsome young stud like you."Mom took hold of my dick, angled it downward; Scarlett's mouth captured the head, sank down several more inches.
"But your girlfriend told me she's getting desperate, wants you to come in her mouth, so no more edge play. But we've been so bard, I'm wondering, when its over, will you punish us for the way we've tortured you? Tie us up? Put your Mama over your knee and spank her?"
Scarlett's head bobbed up and down my dick, her tongue swirled around, beating a tattoo on the crown; my cock pushed against the opening of her throat.
Mom, her emerald eyes locked on mine, her massive tits floating atop the water, cradled my balls, squeezed, rolled the testicles between her fingers, and said, "You must want to come so much by now, so very much."
She was right. There was a magma flow of heat, a volcanic turbulence bubbling between my legs. Still half-expecting the women to stop and renew their tease, to leave me hanging, I jerked my hips, my cock-head lodged in Scarlett's throat. She held it there a second, letting me experience that ultimate tightness, hummed, then pulled back, her lips compressed on my shaft, her tongue slathering my tool. She bobbed her head with increasing speed; drool seeped past her lips and ran down my dick. I jabbed my cock in and out of her mouth. I was desperate to come and Scarlett's high-pitched squeals, only partially muffled by my man-meat, confirmed she'd welcome a mouthful of jizz.
Mom, working my balls, squeezing caressing stroking, said, "C'mon stud, feed Scarlett your cum. She's told me how good you taste."
I was convinced, the edge play had ended, my long sweet torture was over. My orgasm veered closer and closer, my muscles tensed, a fire burned inside me. I dropped my head back, grunted - deep and hard - arched my back, grunted again, and my balls fizzing and tightening, exploded in Scarlett's mouth. My whole body tensed into itself; pressure, then divine relief, powered up my manhood, a sublime perfect feeling that, as I shot jet after hot jet into Scarlett, settled on my cock-head.
When I was done Scarlett pulled her head away, sank back into the tub, and besides a few drops of cum that seeped from the corners of her mouth, held my copious load in her mouth. She turned to Mom and the women shared a long sensual kiss, pushing my spunk back and forth between their mouths until all had trickled down their throats.
When done Mom said, "You're right, he does taste good, kinda salty."
Scarlett said, "Have I lied to you yet?"
* * * *
Following the women down the hallway I was dwelling on what just happened and my trusty tool, usually a paragon of quick recovery, hung only semi-hard from my waist. My mother and girlfriend had decided on a menage a trois. Was I ready? Was all this real? Shouldn't I have been asked? Then we entered Mom's bedroom and I realized that Scarlet had already been there; I hadn't. My mother lived in a fuck-den worthy of the Playboy Mansion. Done in off-white, it featured an enormous round bed, satin sheets, mirror-lined walls, erotic art, and a huge flat screen television. What was I getting into?
I stood; Mom and Scarlett sat next to each other on the bed.
Mom, looking at my dick, said, "How long before it's fully operational."
"Usually well on its way by now. I think he's still a little freaked."
I said, "Guys, don't you think this is all a little weird."
"Son, it's a lot weird, which makes it so much fun. Scarlett, I think my boy needs some inspiration."
"I was thinking the same thing; I was also thinking my mouth's underutilized."
Mom flopped back to the bed, legs hanging over the side, and Scarlett latched onto one of her oversized breasts and one of her thick, very hard, nipples. She licked it several times, dragged the flat of her tongue over it, gave the nipple a little nip with her teeth, then moved to the other breast.
Looking at me Mom said, "I need my pussy eaten."
It might be a strange new world, but apparently one I was going to have to get used to; these two were not to be restrained. Shrugging my shoulders I dropped to the floor between my mother's legs and with my chest pressed to her shaven pussy, explored her belly button, then worked my way down to her clit, tickling it with the tip of my tongue. Mom, juice squirting, lurched.
"Oh fuck yes."
The woman was on fire. I pressed my face to her vagina, curled my tongue, shoved it inside her. Mom groaned gasped and gurgled, reached for my shoulders, held me tight. Scarlett, while kneading Mom's full breasts, watched me eat the parental pussy.
Mom's vagina was tight, her relentless care of her body evident. I slid my hands under her thighs, pulled her to my face, and with my tongue temporarily exhausted, dragged the flat of the tongue the length of her slit, blew a stream of air onto her clit, pulled aside its hood, and licked the sensitive nub. Mom, hands twisted in my hair, held me to her; I trapped her clit between my lips and slapped it smartly.
Now, I had not spent my teenage years lusting for his mother. I knew she was beautiful and, if I ever forgot, I had friends, guys and gals, to remind me. But to me Mom was a force of nature; her appearance and sexuality so out there, so overstated, so over the top, to be unreal. But now it was very real and while I ate her pussy I asked myself, while sex with Scarlett was great, I was being offered something extraordinary. I wasn't sure where we were going, but I had to either get on the bus or get left behind. I didn't want to be left behind.
There were two foxy sex-crazed women hot for my bod.
Why was I fretting?
I moved back down Mom's slit to her vagina, slid my hands under her thighs, tongue fucked her. Pussy juice covered my face, seeped into my nose and mouth. Her strong and musky scent was more powerful than Scarlett's, her taste pungent, almost bitter.
My tongue neared numb and I tilted my head up and rolled her clit with my lips, rotating three fingers inside her cunt. Scarlett's mouth returned to my mother's breasts and Mom writhed, moaned, jerked into me, flattened my nose on my face, and squirting, came.
It was a short powerful orgasm that left her wanting more. Scooting up the bed she commanded more then said, "Fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah. Scarlett says your good and she's willing to share. Come to Mama."
I straddled my mother, Scarlett squeezed my dick, dragged it down my mother's sticky snatch to her vagina, and said, "Fuck her good, I've been bragging on you."
I drove in hard and deep. Mom gasped, "Oh, yessss," and Scarlett, frigging her own clit, dropped her head to the mattress to watch my dick plunge in and out of my mother. Mom pushed two fingers into Scarlett's vagina.
Mom clamped her cunt muscles down on me at the end of each of my thrusts. When I pulled back her vagina turned inside out as her inner labia clung to my retreating rod. Mom's cunt was wet and warm and tight and oh so soft and I was fucking her hard. Chortling in joy, she came again, shivering and yelping but maintaining our fuck-rhythm, rolling her cunt muscles up and down my cock. It was divine, perfect, and my orgasm delayed by the double blow job in the hot tub and the sheer freakiness of this experience; I stayed hard.
Then Scarlett groaned an animal noise, said, "Oh fuck yes," jibbered, and came; eyes closed, jaw tight, arms and shoulders shaking, she sank to the bed, emitting a long happy moan. There she lay inert, mouth half open, breathing deeply, the detritus of her orgasm seeping from her newly shaven pussy and spreading over her thighs.
I wanted to watch my mother while I fucked her.
I pulled out, raised myself on my knees, placed her legs on my shoulders, and drove back into her, her huge tits, which sagged slightly to the side, bouncing when I bottomed out inside.
"Is this what you want Mom?"
"FUCK YES, I want dick, I want your dick, I love to fuck."
Scarlett covered Mom's clit with two fingers, moving them in a tight circle. Mouth open, tongue on her lower lip, Mom's head drifted to the side; she looked at Scarlett through dreamy eyes. My girlfriend brought her mouth to Mom's and I watched every sensual slither as they licked each other's lips, stroked each other's tongue. When the kiss ended Scarlett struggled to her knees and kissed me, our tongues met, danced. I grabbed Mom's tits, pinching and rolling the nipples. Mom shoved three fingers into Scarlett, twisting them inside her.
Multi-orgasmic Scarlett, moaning in delight, came instantly. Mom, watching Scarlett's sexy swaying body, climaxed, screamed, "SO FUCKING GOOD," her cunt clamped down on my dick, and she shoved her body into mine, driving my dick deep into her. The tightly wound spring inside me unleashed and I exploded, drenching my mother's womb with a flood of hot sperm.
I sank down to the bed; the three of us lay there panting. Mom held out her arm and Scarlett laid her head on Mom's shoulder; she touched Mom's face, played with her hair. I, diagonal to the two of them, placed a hand on Scarlett's thigh; Mom's foot rested against my calf.
Was I ready for this?
Did I have a choice?
The sun was coming up.
Mom said, "You guys want to extend your visit?"
Scarlett said, "John?"
"Yep."
* * * *
I can't say I adjusted immediately, but living with two hot, scantily clad women who can't get enough of your body helps one along. It was Scarlett who finally asked. The two women were sitting together on the couch, braless, wearing only panties and tee-shirts, watching the sun set, when Scarlett said, "Joni, when did you first start considering taking your son as a lover?"
"Well, I long ago noticed he's a good-looking young man he was, but as a lover, the past couple of years. I didn't want to do it while Billy was alive, but when he passed I figured it was open season," then added facetiously, "I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all. It's given me a new way to look at family."
I'd met Scarlett's family; she came by her good looks honestly.Standing straight up on my knees, holding Mom's hips, I fucked her like a madman, solid, pelvic-jolting thrusts. My dick was a blur, spearing in and out of Mom's pussy. Fucking - the pressure in my balls, the buttery tight perfection of Mom's cunt, the slapping together of our bodies, Mom's guttural moans - had become my entire focus.
"Keep fucking me son, comminggg, yes, oh fuck, commmminnggggg, again and again, yyeeessssssss, coommmmmminnnggggggg, fuck meeeeeeeee."
And even in the midst of this string of fierce orgasms, Mom's hips never stopped moving, she met each of my thrusts with her own, never stopped pushing her ass back into me.
The air was perfumed with the scent of hot pussy.
I kept at it and Mom twisted her ass, jerked her head up - her eyes were glazed and unfocused - said, "Ooohhhhhhh fuck, fuck, gonna come, come again, gonna, FFFFUCCCKKKK YESSSSS."
Scarlett rolled to the side, put a finger to her clit, and said, "You two are so fucking hot, John, fuck your mother, fuck her til she can't stand up. Fuck your mother, fuck her horny cunt, fuck your slut of a mother."
Mom raised herself on her hands, her tits swinging below her, moved forward until only my cock-head was inside her, drove back into me. The blistering impact sprayed pussy juice onto the sheets and shook the bed; the smacking sound reverberated through the room.
I looked in one of Mom's mirrors, watched as I reamed the cunt from which I'd been born.
Mom followed my eyes, looked in the mirror, flexed the muscles of her core and started babbling, "Fuck this horny slut, fuck this son-fucking slut. That's right you big-dicked mother-fucker. Fuck your mother-slut, fill her cunt with son-cum, make your mother your fuck-toy, oh yes, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuckity-fuck."
I grabbed her hips, held her tight, lunged forward. The spring inside me let loose and my cock erupted, intense joy flooded by body. Mom clamped her cunt down and my dick torqued and twisted in her soft warm pussy in ways I'd never imagined. Pleasure burned away my mind, rational thought, for the moment, swept away, going somewhere, wherever it goes when only animal pleasure lives inside you.
I heard Mom's intense orgasmic scream, felt her cunt spasm on my dick.
I sank onto the bed, covered her body with my own,;floating in the warm glow of sexual ecstasy, I felt my mother's sweat soaked skin on mine. Drifting somewhere between sleep and exhaustion and perfect joy, I rolled over, felt my deflated cock slip from inside her, laid a hand on her chest.
* * * *
Mom and Scarlett were talking, their voices low, trying not to disturb me. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep. I felt good, really really good. I wasn't sure if my muscles still worked.
"You sure it will fit?"
"Absolutely."
Say what? I opened my eyes, blinked, blinked again.
Scarlet was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a massive penis. I realized I'd never actually seen a dildo in real life; it was purple, it had straps, it had big purple balls, it had a big knobby head, it had purple veins running up its sides. Scarlett felt the bed move, realized I was awake, turned to look, and amused by my fascinated stare, held the dildo up in the air. It was fixed to a base attached to several belts. A smaller thinner less detailed cock emerged from the back of the base; it would fit inside whoever wore the dildo.
Mom leaned over the bed, ran a finger along my deflated penis, and said, "I just don't think this baby's gonna be ready any time soon."
Couldn't argue, I'd come twice that morning. Real big ones, ball drainers.
Scarlett handed Mom the dildo, who turned to face me, and holding the larger dildo with two hands, fitted the secondary dildo to her vagina and, happily mewling, worked it inside herself. When she was done there was a gigantic purple cock hanging from her waist. Scarlett stepped behind Mom, kissed her neck, and, tentatively, wrapped her fingers around the dildo.
Mom smiled, rolled her shoulders, snuggling against Scarlett's body, and turned her head; the two women shared a long kiss; Scarlett's hands slid up Mom's body to her breasts, squeezing those remarkable mounds.
When the kiss ended Mom said, "Remind me to thank my son for introducing us."
"Will do. Now let's see if I can figure this thing out."
A tee-strap was fixed to the bottom of the dildo's base. Kneeling, Scarlett pulled it between Mom's legs, the loop at its end reaching the small of Mom's back. Scarlett threaded the belt through the loop, buckling each end of the belt to straps fixed to the dildo's base. Mom took hold of the dildo and moved it around; Scarlett, at Mom's direction, made a few adjustments, loosening and tightening the straps.
When done Mom looked into one of her mirrors and admired her large purple dick; she turned to Scarlett, the purple monster bobbing up and down, and playing the part of a well-endowed man preening for his girlfriend, fisted the toy. The motion jostled the smaller dildo embedded inside her and Mom moaned; her eyes drifted shut, her jaw went slack, her countenance was joyful and serene. Juice seeped from under the dildo's base.
Scarlett, who had placed a hand on Mom's shoulder, ran her fingertips down to Mom's breast, gently stroking the nipple. Mom opened her eyes, took a moment to focus, and said, "Well Scar, what do you think of my dick?"
Scarlett said, "I want it," and reached for the toy, but Mom twisted away.
"Y'know honey, the warranty requires that I must first make sure your sweet cunt is prepared for this monster. Not all women can handle it."
Scarlett, without argument, plopped down on the bed and spread her legs; her pussy lips glistened with arousal. Mom, the dildo swinging side to side, sat on the edge of the bed and drew lazy circles on Scarlett's flat stomach with her fingers, then dragged the fingers down and swirled them in the juice coating Scarlet's thighs. Scarlett moaned; Mom bent over, kissed Scarlett's pubes, slid her tongue through the folds of her labia.
Scarlett groaned, "Ohh yes, yesss."
When she reached Scarlett's vagina Mom probed the pink blood-engorged flesh, burrowing deep, then licked upwards to the fat distended clit, flicked it a few times, and returned to suck on Scarlett's hot hole. She pushed her tongue into Scarlett's steamy cunt and wriggled it. Scarlett, already on the brink of an orgasm, reached down to strum her clit. Mom spread Scarlett's pussy lips with middle and index fingers and reamed Scarlett's cunt with her tongue. Scarlett, jaw tightening, rolled her clit between thumb and forefinger and with a sudden whoop, climaxed, whipping her head from side to side, gurgling in joy, and rewarding Mom with a gush of thick juice that filled Mom's mouth.
Mom sucked down every drop, slid up the bed, rolled onto her side facing Scarlett, and the two women, breasts melded together, kissed, lips languidly moving against lips. When done Mom kissed Scarlett's nose and forehead, chin and cheeks, before they shared another steamy French kiss.
It was still barely believable that I was allowed to watch this.
Scarlett worked her hand between the two of them, took hold of the dildo, evaluated its weight and heft, and rotated it, moving it around inside Mom, and with a happy winning smile said, "Joni that was wonderful. Where did you learn to eat pussy?"
Mom, who had closed her eyes, focusing on the dildo moving inside her, said, between gasps, "When a twat's as good as yours honey, its all the inspiration I need. And now that its wet and ready, let's fuck."
Scarlett, keeping her hand on the dildo, rolled onto her back. Mom got on her knees between Scarlett's legs and Scarlett ran the crown of the toy down her pussy lips while Mom reached up to caress Scarlett's breasts.
"Are you sure its going to fit?"
"I promise."
Scarlett pressed the shaft's bulbous head to the entrance of her sex, gasping as its thickness stretched her pussy lips; an inch slid inside her.
"Ooh god, it's ficking huge."
Mom, loving the sight of Scarlett's pussy lips stretched taut by the shaft hanging from her waist, sucked her lower lip into her mouth, gave Scarlett a few moments to adjust, then, with a wicked smile, pushed her hips forward, sinking two more inches in Scarlett.
"Yeah, it's nice and thick, one of my biggest. Is it too much for you honey?"
Scarlett shuddered but did not moan, she wouldn't give Mom the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt, she closed her eyes, licked a finger, reached for her clit, stroked it several times, nodded. Mom began moving forward, slowly and carefully, but not stopping until she'd interred the dildo's entire length inside my girlfriend. Scarlett, mouth open, eyes screwed shut, wholly absorbed by the massive cock crammed inside her ravaged cunt, groaned, no longer able to hide her discomfort. Mom was still a moment, letting Scarlett adjust, then twisted her hips, rotating the dildo inside Scarlett, dragging it along the walls of her pussy. Scarlett's whimper was mostly pain, but there was a hint of pleasure.
animalistic joy, and considering the day's ceaseless fucking, discharging a prodigious serving of cum. Still, Scarlett, however, wasn't satisfied, she had become a nuclear vacuum cleaner and suctioned out the few drops of cum lingering in my balls.
Scarlett let my rapidly deflating dick slide from her face. A bulky glob of cream dribbled from the corner of her mouth, a small stream leaked from the other corner. Mom tilted her head and Scarlett, her hand resting on my thigh, brought her lips to Mom's. Their eyes open, locked on each other, the women shared an open-mouth kiss, passing my semen back and forth, their tongues twirling in an erotic dance, unashamedly enjoying my hot thick sticky jizz. They kept kissing as a steady stream of my seed trickled down their throats; they ended with an in-synch "Hhhmmmm" that vibrated through the last gooey smooch.
* * * *
Later that day, as we docked the sailboat, Mom heard a ping, fished her phone from her bag.
"It's Tim and China, they'll be arriving the day after tomorrow."
Scarlett said, "Who are Tim and China?"
"Billy's grandchildren."
I'd met them at the wedding, openly hostile, convinced my mother was a gold-digger targeting Billy's wealth. By Christmas, six months later, their attitude had transformed. They hugged Mom, openly delighting in the joy she brought their grandfather. I'd most recently seen them at the funeral, their moving eulogies fulsome with praise of Mom.
Scarlett said, "Oh crap, we're gonna have to clean up our act."
"Don't worry," Mom said, "I said when I started out with Billy I missed hard young dick; I didn't say it ended up that way. How do you think I learned incest was best."