"Can you say please?"
He smiled, "Please." For a word he didn't use all that often, he got it just right.
"Mom, you up to two at a time?" I asked.
Instead of answering Mom shed her shirt, leaving the white tank top on. Her breasts visibly swelled and her hard nipples were outlined in the fabric as her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. Mom took a strep towards Grandad. Her hand went to his crotch, rubbing the length of what appeared to be a monstrous erection.
"John, you are nice and hard." She removed his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it and his undershirt over his head. He was thin and wiry, still in excellent shape. She then unzipped his pants, pushing them over an enormous cock. Mom showed no hesitation. She took its head in her hand, smearing into it a few drops of pre-cum. She turned and kissed me. "He took good care of me with this for many years."
Of that I had no doubt.
Mom looked at the two of us. "Why do you boys still have your clothes on?"
Grandad wasted no time. Almost nimbly, he sat on his desk, kicked off his loafers, and pulled his pants off. Fascinated by the scene before me, I also undressed, but more deliberately, enjoying the show. Mom, who clearly savored the attention paid her by two sets of horny eyes, let go of Grandad's meat, undid her belt, and shimmied her jeans over her hips. When they reached her thigh she sat on the table and stuck her feet out.
"Can you boys help me with these boots?"
Grandad and I each removed a boot and pulled the jeans off her legs.
"Thank you, now go sit down."
We sat on Grandad's desk. Mom sauntered over, wearing only the tank top, and ran her hand up the length of our cocks, before dropping to her knees between our dicks. She took a cock in each hand, studying each as if she had never seen it before. She was enjoying teasing us and we were happy to let her do so. Then, with hunger in her eyes, she kissed mine, and then Grandad's, going back and forth, taking a little longer each time until she directed her full attention to Grandad's member. She took a moment to relax and stretch her jaw and then, seemingly effortlessly, took the head of Grandad's over-sized tool in her mouth.
Taking her time she sucked an inch, and then another inch, into her mouth. And, despite the fact that her mouth was stuffed with the biggest cock I'd ever seen, she found a way to keep working her tongue against his shaft. Her concave cheeks showed that she was sucking with vigor. What remained outside her mouth she worked with her left hand.
Accompanied by Grandad's moans of pleasure Mom bobbed her head up and down his tool for several minutes, before releasing him, gasping for air. After she caught her breath she licked his cock from bottom to top, as if enjoying an oversized ice cream coat. As she did so her eyes were filled with unadulterated lust. She was a cock hungry bitch, up to any challenge, ready to fuck and suck any man under the table.
Still frigging Grandad's dick, which was dripping pre-cum, she turned back to me. kissing and licking my shaft, leaving no spot unloved. When she finished there she took my testicles in her mouth and gently sucked them. I pulled back her hair to watch and she put on a show, trapping one of my testicles between her lips and licking it before letting it fall lazily from her mouth. When she slid her face back over my cock she locked her eyes on mine, moaning in delight as she tongued my cock's head while, using her spit as lubrication, avidly working the shaft with her hand. The cum in my balls began boiling and Mom, with her sixth sense for sex, took my testicles in her hand, rolling them with gentle, expert, care.
As she worked my dick Mom's eyes glowed with a depraved passion. She didn't suck cock just to please her man, she sucked cock because she loved it, because she needed it, because she was a sexual athlete of the highest order, a goddess of the sensual. Inspired by my monas of pleasure, she took more and more of me inside her mouth until more than half my cock was disappearing into her face, re-emerging coated with her spit. She sucked me with wild abandon and her tongue was a whirling dervish of delight. A drop of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth to her chin.
It was all too much. I grunted, threw back my head, and the jizz exploded from my balls. Mom didn't miss a beat; she captured all my jism. When I had emptied every drop in her face she stood and made a display of letting my cum settle in her mouth as she savored its thick gooey texture and musky flavor. She swallowed and, knowing how I loved to kiss her when her mouth was still flavored by my cum, she placed her hand on my chest and leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues played together as we worked our lips against each other.
Mom turned to Grandad, a wild look in her eyes. I ran a hand up her leg; juice coated her thigh. She was beyond horny. She leaned her body back against mine and I removed her tank top, freeing her fat tits. Grandad, the man always in charge, seemed mesmerized, staring at us, before letting out a choking noise and falling to his knees. He pushed her legs apart and started kissing Mom's pussy. There seemed to be no plan, his tongue was everywhere at once and he slurped her juices as if she was a fountain of youth. Eventually his tongue zeroed in on her clit and his fingers effortlessly slipped inside her.
She continued leaning against me, supporting her body on mine. She turned to kiss me and brought one of my hands to her breast, which swelled at my touch. I kissed her neck and ears. With her other hand she held Grandad's head in place, humping his face. She broke our kiss and, gasping for air and groaning, locked both hands on Grandad's head. He was not going anywhere. Grandad's talented mouth had Mom racing toward an orgasm and she repeatedly shoved her hot cunt into Grandad's face while I pinched and twisted her nipples.
"Like that, like that, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! I'M CUMMING!!" Mom moaned, and I held her in my arms as an orgasm bounded through her body. As her orgasm started to recede she rested her head on my shoulder; her face glowed with happiness and satisfaction.
Grandad struggled to his feet, taking the opportunity to kiss and nuzzle Mom's fat breasts on the way. Mom cooed her appreciation – they were always hyper-sensitive after an orgasm – and Grandad, encouraged, buried his face between them, sucking greedily on the tit-flesh. Mom directed his mouth to her nipples, her sweet soft whimpering letting him know how much she loved his attention.
When he finally stood fully erect Mom scanned the office, her eyes alighting on a chair facing the desk. She pointed and Grandad sat down, his massive erect dick standing at full mast. Mom stepped between his legs, nudging them further apart with her feet, turned and sat in his lap, taking his cock in her cunt in one long steady motion. Pleasure rippled across her face. She leaned forward, her hands on the desk, and lifted her feet so they were dangling several inches from the floor, her tits floating in the air before her.
Grandad grabbed her hips and started thrusting in a small circular motion. Mom, for the moment, relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Grandad's massive tool inside her. Her mouth was ajar, her tongue resting on her lips, her breathing deep and steady. As the pleasure built in her she leaned further forward, her hair hanging around her face. After several minutes she emitted a steady low snarl and brought her legs closer together, tightening her cunt. In response Grandad increased his pace and Mom started grunting in time with his thrusts, using her powerful arms to push into him as he shoved into her, allowing him to penetrate ever deeper into her hungry pussy. The joy was evident on her face; she loved being filled by Grandad's oversized equipment.
As they got a steady rhythm going Mom began to move her backside in circles. Grandad got the message and started varying his motions, sometimes pushing into her, sometimes moving his hips in ovals, twisting and turning his cock inside her. The concentration on Mom's face was familiar; she was using her cunt muscles to maximum effect on Grandad's tool.
Grandad was ecstatic. "Well, Jen, the old man still got it?"
"Yes! God, yes! Oh god yes!" she answered.
As they continued their cries and moans echoed off the polished walls, rising above the rhythmic squeaking of the chair. I was impressed by Grandad's staying power; I knew the delights of Mom's tight cunt. He was determined to give her a good hard fuck. In an effort to pick up the pace he took hold of her hips, but Mom waved him off. Grandad could not match her strength. Instead, she let her feet slip back to the floor and resting on her elbows, began to impale herself on his huge tool. Her pussy was rippling around his fat dick, the liquid frothing and bubbling at the intersection of their bodies.
Grandad started chanting, his voice tense and taut, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Then, in a sudden jerky motion, he slammed into her while pulling her hips down, burying his shaft deep inside her as he orgasmed. Mom joined him seconds later, shouting "OHHHHHHHH FUUCCKKKIIIINNNNNGGG YEAHHHHHHHH." She shook and thrashed on his lap, letting the bliss carry her away, reliving the memories of the years in which Grandad's cock had been the best thing in her life. Finally she fell back and draped herself over him, her bones turned to rubber. And although she took deep, cleansing breaths, the aftershocks of her seemingly endless orgasm was evident as her arms and legs continued to twitch.
After allowing her a few moments, I took Mom's hand. She stumbled to her feet and then, at my direction, to the desk. Lying face down, she spread her arms and pressed her hands into the desk's surface. Her legs hung over the edge, feet firmly planted on the ground. It was a position made to fuck a woman hard, very hard. Her brown hair hung wildly over her face; her perfect rump was sticking up into the air; her massive tits were flat on the desk, their flesh spilling out from under her body. I ran my hands down her back and sides, and over her ass, stroking and caressing her. My touch revived her. She pushed the hair from her face, looked over her shoulder, and with a happy smile said, "I'm all yours stud."
Grandad had prepared her well; my cock slipped into her without resistance. Mom moaned in pleasure, "Mmmmmmhhhhhh....," and clamped down on me. I was momentarily afraid she might tear the skin off my dick and we both took a second to let our bodies mold themselves to each other. Then I started fucking her, at first nice and slow, but with increasing strength and firmness. I held onto her hips and buried my entire cock in her with each thrust. With her feet firmly planted on the floor and her powerful legs, she anchored herself to the heavy desk, effortlessly absorbing me.
Mom turned her head. Her eyes were closed; lust filled her face. Her pussy squeezed me tight. In this position Mom couldn't push back into me, but she moved her hips in circles, ensuring that I entered her at a constantly changing array of angles. As she moved her ass she rubbed her clit against Grandad's leather top desk. Her grunts became increasingly short and intense. I could sense Grandad watching, watching me take what had once been his. Soon Mom was shaking uncontrollably. She pressed her hands firmly into the table, lifting herself slightly, pushing back into me with all her strength. I watched the muscles of her body tighten as she gulped in and held a lungful of air and rocked back into me, driving herself on the heels of her hand. She held herself like that for several long seconds and then her face contorted and she unleashed a roar, in a scream emanating from the bottom of her solar plexus, "ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!" Her body convulsed, shaking on the desk top until, finally, she went limp, laying on the desk murmuring, "Oh god, oh god, oh god," in a sleepy sexy voice.
I pulled my still hard dick, which was thoroughly coated with her slick slimy juices, from her cunt and fitted it to her asshole. Mom reached back to spread her ass cheeks, but she was still weak from her orgasm and I waved away her feeble efforts to help. I was fully familiar with the way in her back door.
I placed my hands on the tops of the cheeks of her firm ass, pushing them up and away. Her rectum gave way easily as I shoved my cock all the way into her. Mom's sole reaction was a long sensual purr, "Oh yeahhhhh...." We held still a few seconds, letting her asshole's natural lubricants mix with the cunt juice coating my cock. And then, for the next few minutes, I had my way with her, sliding my cock in and out of her tight asshole, leaving only the head of my tool inside her before I glided back in to the hilt. Mom started to move her ass in circles and squeeze down, providing me with the full array of joys her backside could deliver.
I leaned forward, pushing her hips down and placing even more pressure on her clitoris as she ground it into the soft leather of Grandad's desk. The room was filled with her grunts, the grunts of a woman pushing her body to the limits; the grunts of a sexual athlete at the limits of her ability to perform. Although she was riding a wave of small sharp orgasms, far too many to count, she kept pushing her spent body to the next one, greedy in her desire to drain every ounce of pleasure from her perfect physique. Juice was leaking from her cunt, pooling on the desk, dripping down her legs. Drool was trickling from her mouth. The sexiest woman on the planet was all mine. My cock was burning with pleasure. Mom used her butt muscles to squeeze me tight while continuing to push her blood engorged clit into the table, rubbing it on the leather with a fanatic intensity. She looked back at me.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard stud. Make me scream with that big dick of yours!"
Mom was ready to come and that knowledge was all it took to carry me to the edge.
"Are you ready for my cum, you cock-crazy hard-bodied bitch."
"Yes give it to me, fill my asshole with it."
I slapped an ass cheek.
"Ummmnnnnnnhhhhh."
Then the other.
"Ummmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh."
Then, with her last reserve of strength, she clamped down on my cock.
I had thought I had a little longer to go. I thought wrong. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the table. My testicles tingled and a column of cum powered up my penis and filled the depths of her asshole. She lifted her ass from the table and then moved down hard, dragging her clittie across the seam where the leather joined the wood.
"FUCCCKK," she shouted as an orgasm found her. My cock reached previously unknown depths of her rectum and her asshole began convulsing, sending new waves of pleasure through my manhood as I dumped a second load of cum in her and staggered forward, holding myself up over her. Mom slumped into the table and in what must have been sensory overload, blacked out.
Grandad moved in his chair. His eyes were wide. "Good god, I've never seen anything like that."
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Debbie delivered the signed agreement Monday morning. On my instructions she called her husband and told him there was a teacher's meeting that night. She would not be home until 7:00 P.M. When she returned home immediately after school she fished from an open purse on the living room table a picture identification of a girl a few days short of her sixteenth birthday. Debbie found her husband and the girl naked in the bedroom. Debbie stormed out and headed for the home of her new found best friend, my mother. Amy, after confessing to Billy that she was underage, arrived about thirty minutes later. Debbie thanked Amy with a thorough cunt eating. Mom, meanwhile, lowered her cunt to Amy's mouth; I took Debbie from behind.
The next morning Debbie's very hungover husband was called to John Russell's office and, after a withering critique of his skills, fired. Before leaving Mr. Russell said, "If you ever want to work in this industry again you better resolve matters quickly and quietly with your next two visitors."
Rebecca Faince and Lee Jonas entered. Lee, in an aching voice, described Amy as an underage girl seduced by a married adulterous man. Billy broke down and cried. A little investigation would have shown it was all a lie; Amy was nineteen years old, but Billy just wanted the nightmare to end. Within twenty-four hours he raided his trust fund for $100,000.00 to settle Amy's claim and left town to move in with his mother. While the divorce action took a little longer; it ended in a generous settlement in Debbie's favor.
Debbie rented a small apartment in an out-of-the-way complex where her comings and goings, or lack of them, would go unnoticed. Otherwise she moved in with us. She looked great when she arrived. Over time, as we toned her body and re-worked her hair, make-up, and clothing, she came to look even better. Most nights she slept on a futon on the floor of our bedroom. Around the house she dressed in lingerie, bathing suits, or sexy short dresses and high heels. While we had to be circumspect in our home town, on weekends the three of us would often travel to nearby cities where I would show up at clubs with two gorgeous women in impossibly short skirts, impossibly high heels, and displaying gravity-defying cleavage. On occasion, we would go to more exotic locales where Mom and I would demonstrate our mastery over our pet blonde.
Mom and I kept pushing Debbie's limits – we had her suck the principal's dick while he was making morning announcements, seduce the captain of the cheerleading squad, and lent her out to a number of discrete friends. She never displayed a hint of rebellion. While Dad cleaned and cooked, Debbie had her household duties. She paid loving attention to our clothes, dressing and undressing us each day, and was responsible for drawing our baths. Debbie's mouth on my cock each morning rendered an alarm clock redundant. She trained as a masseuse and the pain of a hard work out was often relieved by her talented touch. She loved washing and drying Mom's hair, doing her nails and bringing her a cup of hot tea before bed each night .
That Christmas Mom, Dad, Debbie, and I, with Amy and Rebecca as our guests, flew to Hawaii to spend two weeks in a rented beach house with Sarah, Lauren, Patricia and two of Patricia's football players. Janna and Hu, who worked a flight from the mainland, joined us for a long weekend. Dad cleaned and cooked while the rest of us partied and fucked.
The next year I left for college, moving into an up-scale neighborhood near campus. Many of the successful men who lived there were on their second marriages and I learned that trophy wives want kids – it cements the relationship and ups the child support numbers if the cement doesn't hold. Let's hope no demographer ever correlates my years there with the spike in the birthrate.
My increasing involvement in the family business led me to dinner with Robert Smythe, the brilliant young chief financial officer of the one of the car companies whose product we sold. He had just finished a messy divorce with a bitchy demanding wife and while in town asked if we could to rustle him up a dinner date. Debbie was recruited. Robert was in love before dessert was served. After some months of long distance courtship I gave her a new assignment: wife to one of our most important contacts. Debbie spends one weekend a month with us. The rest of the time she makes Bob Smythe very happy. We have benefitted greatly from his gratitude.
While I have no excuse for not having earlier recognized the use of women like Debbie, trained to selflessly detect, empathize, and address the needs of those around them, I quickly remedied the oversight. I identified two friends, natural submissives, who were seniors in the university's education department, and claiming I couldn't determine which one I liked best, asked both out for an evening. When we got back to my place I brought both of them off with my hands and then fucked them. I next taught them how to deliver a double blow job. Over the summer Mom and I completed their training. Although the local school system was not hiring, Grandad's influence combined with a splendid double blow job – they had had enough practice – on the system's superintendent garnered them positions teaching at the two local high schools. They have been there ever since, identifying the girls we turn into sex slaves.
We had to move into a larger, nicer, and more private home, but I have not been without two or three slaves and slaves-in-training since. Most of them become wives or mistresses to the executives of our most important suppliers and customers. Some have flipped female executives to the gay side of life. We have even retained a few to work in the dealerships. Beautiful and empathetic, they make wonderful salespeople. They also work cheap.
I joined the company full-time upon graduation and succeeded Grandad as president three years later. Over the next twenty years, with the help of our girls, our sales have expanded ten-fold.
Dad, slimmed down and physically fit, was permitted to have the sex reassignment surgery he craved. After the hair removal, breast augmentation, and vaginoplasty, he was as least as good looking a woman as he had been a man. I've fucked his cunt, and while it ain't bad, my dick is a bit too big. I still prefer his ass and throat. To my surprise, as Dad became increasingly comfortable in his new life, his confidence and financial acumen grew. He is an important member of my management team.
I wanted children; Mom did not. We compromised and did it my way. After our first two, unfortunately, medical issues precluded further pregnancies. Technology provided the solution. Mom's eggs were harvested, fertilized with my sperm, and implanted in some of our girls; Debbie was proud to be the first to bear our child. Many of our girls and their unknowing husbands have followed Debbie's lead. Due to Mom's finite supply of eggs I have had to impregnate the remaining girls the old fashioned way. I keep an eye on the most promising of my children.
With the proceeds of the settlement with Debbie's husband, Amy got a doctorate in forestry. She works with developing countries to establish environmentally sound logging operations. When in the United States she stays with Mom and I. A fiercely independent woman, she has never married. Few have the courage to ask her about her three beautiful children or the identity of their father.
Sarah received her doctorate and is a full professor. Lauren, who remains devoted to her mistress, began publishing ground breaking work again. They still live together in the same home and administer a mathematics department known for training woman mathematicians. Sarah attributes their success to unremitting discipline.
Patricia, who deserves credit for starting all of this, married into one of Boston's most distinguished families. She is on the university's part-time faculty and devotes her spare time to good works. She keeps her husband very happy. They have four children, three boys and a girl. The girl, at least, is his.
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