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American Mom Ch. 01

By: Hardplay



Francine Smith's skin glistened in the harsh light of the office as she gripped the oaken desk with her manicured hands, panting and sweating. 

She was perched upon a pair of four inch tall black platform heels, wearing only a matching black garter belt and stockings. The sexy, tall heels lifted her rounded ass and highlighted her strong thighs. 

Her long blonde mane clung to her sweaty back and face as she looked over her shoulder at her husband, Stan. Fully clothed in a dress suit, minus his slacks, he gripped his hot wife's bare hips tightly, ramming his cock into her with a primitive passion, his tie flapping madly from side to side as they fucked like wild animals in his office at the Central Intelligence Agency. 

Francine's firm, melon sized tits were squashed against his warm oak desk; the swell of her boobs flowing from beneath her. She flexed her legs, pushing back against her husband's invading cock as she threw her head back around and moaned loudly into the air, "FUCK ME;FUCK THAT PUSSY HARDER GOD DAMNIT!" 

Sitting in chairs watching the intense action were Stan's boss, Avery Bullock and Stan's co-worker agent Duper. "Better do as she says Smith!" Francine heard Bullock declare in his English accent. "Better fuck that pussy harder." 

Stan smiled as he looked down at his cock, shining with his wife's wetness. "Yes Sir!" He slapped her ass with a loud crack as he continued to pump into her, again and again in front of his boss and coworker.

"Ooooohhh." Francine cooed as she looked back over her shoulder at her husband, puckering her sensual lips at him in a playful kiss. She looked over to Bullock and Duper, her bubbly ass obscenely jiggling each time her husband's hand or pelvis slapped loudly against her flesh. 

"I can't believe he's fucking his wife in his office!" Francine heard Duper say as he aimed his cell phone camera at her smiling face. *FLASH* She broke her stare from her admiring watchers and pushed her upper body up from the desk, flinging her hair onto her back again. 

"And even better, she asked us to watch." replied Bullock as he admired her heavy tits lewdly swaying and jiggling between her arms as she humped back frantically against her husband's cock. 

Francine held her breath and smiled as she saw Deputy Director Bullock stand up and approach the front of her husband's desk. As the distinguished looking older man reached for his zipper and worked it down, Francine sensuously ran the tip of her tongue around her beautifully painted lips, never once breaking her provocative rhythm. 

Her husband continued to pound her pussy from behind while her eyes focused in a devious manner on the monster cock that Bullock unfurled from his slacks. He held the biggest cock the sexy mother of two had ever seen...well almost the biggest. That honor fell to her son Steve several weeks ago. The sheer weight of Bullock's dick landed on the desk top with an audible thud.

Bullock grabbed a handful of the back of Francine's hair and held her head still while the rest of her body shuddered against her husband's onslaught. "Do you mind Smith?" she heard him request, while she stared intently at the large bulbous head of his cock, not three inches from her now open mouth. 

"By all means Sir. Be my guest." Stan replied, continuing the assault on her wet pussy as Francine closed her eyes and opened her mouth, invitingly laying her tongue flat. As she eagerly waited for her husband's boss to violate her mouth with his hard, hot cock, her mind raced back to when her exciting sexual awakening began just a little over six weeks earlier.

Six short weeks ago, Francine Smith was just your normal, everyday American cartoon housewife. The beautiful thirty eight year old All-American blonde and her husband Stan has been married for the past twenty years, living in Langley Falls Virginia with their two children, daughter Haley, and son Steve. 

Daughter Haley is a typically rebellious nineteen year old free spirit and community college dropout, all the way to her bandana head band, peace symbol necklace and bell bottom jeans. Not as beautiful or as shapely as her mother, Haley has certain skills that have made it possible for her to find herself in the arms of men on a regular basis. 

The real apple of Francine Smith's eye is her son, high school junior Steve Smith. Rail thin, and far from athletic, he is an underachieving nerd. Steve actually had yet to fully reach his nerd potential. Science and school in general are not his strong suit, as he struggles to maintain a C average. As a member of the school Audio Visual team and the Photography Club Steve has an artistic side that he tries to develop. 

Then there are the hidden members of the household, Roger and Klaus.

Klaus is a former East German ski jumper and spy whose brain was transferred into the body of a goldfish by the CIA years ago. If Klaus had anything other than a goldfish penis it would be hard all the time due to his obsession with wanting to fuck Francine. 

Roger wants to fuck Francine too, along with everyone else. Male, female, dog whatever, Roger is game. Oh, and Roger is the only Alien who crash landed at Roswell New Mexico in 1947 to survive and escape.

There is more than meets the eye with Francine as well. On the surface Francine Smith is a mixture of June Cleaver and Carol Brady, with a touch of Rosanne Barr's catty attitude thrown in occasionally for good measure. She loves to cook, but doesn't cook well, at least according to her sometimes mean spirited family if you listen to their complaints. 

Wearing pink dresses every day, aprons in the kitchen, sensible dress shoes, pretty gold pendants around her neck and a designer white bracelet around her wrist, Francine Smith looks like the prototype for a storybook mother. 

But the beautiful bottle blonde wife has another side...a perverted side...a side her husband knew nothing of...her brunette side. 

Yes, Francine Smith is a complex person. Living a pure, proper, and bland, socially acceptable life as the wife of a CIA agent, she has lived for twenty years with demons simmering just below the surface, like the roots of her brown hair. Her socially acceptable lifestyle of today conflicts with her past life as a wild child in her high school and college days. Long gone are the days of shop lifting, snorting cocaine and smoking pot, driving drunk, and fucking strange men in theaters or the booths of seedy clubs.

Before she met Stan, Francine spent countless nights in drunken, drug fueled orgies with random men and eighties musicians such as Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top and Adam Ant after their concerts. She was involved in high stakes street racing for large amounts of cash. She lost her virginity, not unwillingly, to a group of angry construction workers when she was a freshman in high school. 

Even today those demons try to make their way to the surface. Although Francine Smith is the proper wife of a respected CIA agent and the loving mother of two teens, she steals $50 of the family grocery budget every week to buy pot and pills, partaking without her husband's knowledge. She is a woman who would never give in again to her past life of decadence ...knowingly.

Yes, just a normal, everyday American housewife and her family.

American Mom Ch. 02



"You two kid's seem to be a little tense today." observed Klaus the German goldfish, leaning back against the curve of his little round fish bowl. "It's getting close to your twentieth anniversary Stan. I would think you two would be happier and ready to celebrate, but here you are bickering." 

Francine Smith swung around quickly, sticking her index finger in her husband's chest. "I swear to God I am getting so sick and tired of Stan's constant crushing of my dreams and making me do things I don't want to do, just to keep up appearances with the other spy's." 

"What?" Stan retorted, "All I'm trying to do is protect our investments from your crazy ideas and get you out of the house a bit. Sheesh, a little fresh air would do you some good; Might loosen you up a bit Francine."

"Loosen me up? Loosen me up?" Francine's blood pressure boiled and her face began to turn red as she responded. "Why you uptight, arrogant, conservative; Republican! You need to loosen up. You are so uptight and predictable anymore. All of the spark has gone out of our love life. When was the last time you took me out, treated me right and made me feel special?" 

"Well Francine," Stan responded, "maybe if you would ever do a single thing I asked you to do; or tried to be a little more creative in the bedroom." 

"Right Stan, I need to be more creative. When was the last time you made love to me without your socks and T-shirt on?" she added icily.

"Hi folks." came the voice of Roger the alien as he entered the room. "Dr. Penguin, psychiatrist, psychologist, and family counselor at your service." 

"No way Roger." retorted Stan. "We aren't going to allow you to soil our relationship." 

"I guess we could go see Dr. Mendelbam again for $150 an hour." injected Francine. "

"Screw that." was Stan's quick response. "What have you got in mind Dr. Penguin?"

"Well Stan, I believe a few sessions of my trademarked "Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy" will do wonders for the two of you." 

"Tell us more." smiled Francine, moving closer to Stan, and taking his hand. 

"It's quite simple really." Dr. Penguin continued. "I meet with the two of you, separately. I put you through a few mind recalibration exercises, and Walla! Everyone's happy." 

"Oh, that sounds so exciting!" squealed Francine eagerly. 

"I don't know." contemplated Stan, distrustfully. 

"Have faith in me Stan," comforted Dr. Penguin. "I guarantee you will be happy with the results. 

"Sign us up Dr. Penguin." beamed Francine. 

"Okay then." Roger said as he pushed Francine towards the stairs. "Franny, you go on upstairs while Stan and I take care of the small matter of my fee. Then Stan, you can stay down here while Francine and I have her first session upstairs in my office." 

Five minutes later Dr. Penguin and Francine were sitting in a corner of Roger the alien's attic apartment. "So Franny, what would you most like to accomplish from these sessions?" he asked as he puffed on a pipe and fidgeted with his tweed jacket. 

"I just want Stan to be a little more adventurous with our personal life. He jets around the world assassinating people in all corners of the globe, but I can't get him to take me out for an exciting or romantic evening. 

"Uhm hum, go on." Dr. Penguin droned as he scribbled sketches of Francine and her teenage daughter Haley in the nude on his pad. 

"I just want to know he is proud to be with me," she said "that he thinks I'm still attractive; that he thinks I'm still sexy." 

"I see." Dr. Penguin pondered for a minute. He had already anticipated Stan's objectives for Francine, so while he would work on her wants when Stan began his session, he would first work on Francine.

"I think I can help you Francine... Legerdemain!" He howled as he pulled a shimmering green ball from his jacket pocket. 

Placing the orb in front of Francine's face, he let it go. Francine stared without emotion as the ball floated in midair and began spinning, taking on a luminous aura. Francine's eyes followed the flight of the spinning orb as it slowly moved left to right and up and down. 

"Can you hear me Francine?" Dr. Penguin whispered. 

"Yes..." she murmured. 

"You are deeply relaxed...you feel weightless." He chanted deeply as Francine began to levitate a few inches off the ground, her face maintaining a spacial relationship to the floating green orb as her body swiveled into a horizontal position three feet off the ground. 

"Francine I want you to listen to the sound of my voice; you feel comfortable and safe." 

"I feel comfortable and safe." She responded back.

You know you are beautiful." He continued.

"I know I am beautiful." 

"You are a desirable woman." 

"I am a desirable woman." 

"You like to please and tease." 

"I like to please and tease." 

"You are thrilled when men and women admire your appearance." 

"I am thrilled when men and women admire my appearance." 

Dr. Penguin continued "When you hear the word Legerdemain you will from that moment forward begin knocking down the barriers of your sexual inhibitions, whatever those may be. You will want to be more flirtatious. You will feel a thrill when tease and show off your body to others."

Dr. Penguin began circling Francine as he continued his instructions. "You will have intensely erotic feelings when you flirt with, and tease people. You will explore your innermost fantasies, no matter how obscene. You will find your own naked image incredibly beautiful and sexy. You will be attracted to others who find you beautiful and sexy. You will find the naked image of others to be incredibly beautiful and sexy. You will want to dress more risqué than is normally socially appropriate. You will worship hard cocks. When you awake you will not recall this conversation."

With that Dr. Penguin pushed the glowing orb towards his bed, with Francine's prone body following as though it were attached. As he quickly grabbed and concealed the orb, Francine's stiff, floating body dropped with a thud on his bed. 

"And that's why I prefer an extra firm mattress, don't you agree Francine?" Dr. Penguin asked Francine as she came to, with a look of confusion. 

"Uh, sure I guess so." She replied as she walked from the room, shaking the cobwebs from her mind. "When are you going to work on Stan?" she asked. 

"Send him up now beautiful." He said as he relit his pipe, while observing an appreciative smile cross Francine's lips.

As Francine reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard Roger, once more back to his real persona, call out. 

"Oh Franny...can you come back up for a sec? There's one more thing I forgot to tell you." 

Francine turned and started up the stairs, slightly irritated. "For fucks sake Roger. What the hell? I just reached the bottom of the stairs."

Roger listened for Francine's footsteps. At last, he heard her reach the landing to his attic apartment. 

"Roger? OH MY God!" she gasped as she topped the stairs and saw him lying in bed, slowly running in his hand up and down a thick, bloated gray prick. 

"Legerdemain," he laughed as she stood in the doorway gawking at him.

Saying the word was like flicking a switch inside of her head. One moment her mouth was hanging open in dumfounded bewilderment and then it slowly closed into a leering grin as she slowly leaned against the door frame and watched him stroke his big, stiff cock. 

"Oh, my," she finally smirked, reaching up and starting to unbutton her dress, "what a lovely cock you have Roger."

Roger didn't say a word. He just lay there, slowly running his hand up and down his cock as Francine's fingers flicked button after button open, not stopping until the last button was undone. Grinning wickedly, she quickly peeled her dress back over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

Roger watched her reach behind and unfasten her bra. The heavy garment went slack and slithered down her arms, dropping to the floor in front of her. Her big, pendulous breasts jiggled beautifully as she dropped her hands down to the waistband of her nondescript, white cotton panties. They were as plain and ordinary as the brassiere she had worn.

"Franny, Franie, Franny...you sure don't have much of a flair for exotic underwear." Roger giddily laughed as she began to push her panties down over her hips. "Make sure you buy something a little more exciting for Stan to see you in, okay?" 

As Francine nodded her silent agreement, Roger's eyes flew down to the Y of her belly and legs, waiting for her pussy to come into view. As she leisurely pushed the plain, almost granny panties down, Roger suddenly found himself staring at the thick, unshaved forest of soft, brown hairs that covered her smooth, sloping underbelly. 

"Looks like the carpet doesn't match the drapes Francine... what a shame, tsk, tsk. Be sure to clear out that underbrush a little, girl!" he continued as she pushed her panties down off the rounded taper of her hips, they suddenly went slithering down to the floor.

Laughing softly, she stepped out of the panties. Then, smiling lasciviously, she hooked the panties with her big toe and kicked them toward him. Roger laughed as he watched the panties fly across the room and land in a puddle on the foot of his bed. "Well, what do you think?" she asked him, arcing her foot and slowly pirouetting around in a circle.

"Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous," he praised her. As he stroked his hardened cock he let his eyes explore the territory that had once been forbidden but now stood before him, open and invitingly available. 

"Would you like for me to do that for you?" she asked him slinking toward his bed, rolling her hips with the grace of a female cat in heat and on the prowl. 

"Climb on up on the bed." Roger grinned, watching her big tits bobble and bounce with each step she took. Without a moment's hesitation, she crawled up on the bed and slipped up between his outstretched legs.

Curling up between his knees, the blonde mother gently pushed his hand away from his jutting peter. Roger felt his heartbeat quicken as she wrapped her soft hand around the thick column of rock-hard meat jutting up out of his groin.

"Oh, Roger...it is soooo hard," she murmured softly, admiring his cock as she squeezed it, slowly running her hand up and down the entire length of the swollen shaft. Roger lecherously watched her big tits jiggle and bounce as she shucked her hand up and down the shaft of his peter. "And it's so fucking big," she cooed, squeezing and twisting her hand around the bloated tower of hard, throbbing meat.

She quickly bent his cock toward her. He watched on in stunned silence as she slowly opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock inside. He could feel his seed-rich cum already beginning to cook inside his balls as the moist warmth of her mouth slowly consumed more and more of his jutting prick.

Her long, blonde hair tickled his thighs as he watched Francine's lips descending farther and farther down the bloated shaft of his cock. She was sucking and pulling on his pud so hard, it felt like she had shoved a Dyson cleaner down on his cock. She already had half of his big, thick sausage inside her mouth but she showed no signs of stopping as her head dipped lower and lower. As her mouth moved downward, he felt her hand release its hold on his cock and trail down to his balls.

Lifting his balls, she began to squeeze and pull on them. Inside them, he could feel his cum boiling and bubbling, preparing itself for an eruption the likes of which the world had never witnessed. He just hoped that it didn't blow the back of her head off when it came shooting out of his tormented prick.

Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and tried to control the eminent explosion that he felt growing inside his balls. Fighting to hold back the surging power building inside his testicles, he felt the bed shake and shudder as the bed springs groaned in protest. 

Wondering what Francine was up to, he started to open his eyes just as the fragrance of Francine's overheated pussy filled his nostrils. There it was, the beautiful, pink, gaping hole of Francine's big, meaty cunt hovering directly above his face, only inches from his mouth. As he stared up at the wondrous sight, he felt Francine's mouth lazily suck its way upward until he felt his cock slip out of her mouth.

"Is this what you've been wanting?" she asked him, leisurely moving her pussy around in hypnotizing circles above his face. 

"Yes," he hissed, staring up at the hairy piece of heaven floating just above his face. 

"Does it look as sexy as you thought it would?" she asked him, fishing for compliments while nipping and nibbling at his throbbing cockhead as it bobbed around under her mouth. 

"Really Nice Francine. Like I said, I didn't expect the brown hair; but nice." he groaned, staring up into her fleshy gash. 

"Can you see how wet it is?" she murmured, running her tongue around the head of his prick. "Yessssss!" he wheezed, staring at the glistening wetness of her cunt as it slowly circled in the air above his face.

"That's how wet you make me." She purred.

Then he saw the ring of muscles encircling her pussy tense for just a moment as a big, gummy drop of juice slowly oozed out of the tiny slit. He watched it slowly drip downward out of the mystical opening. He followed it with his eyes as it lazily dripped down toward his lips trailing a strand of juice behind it, linking it to her weeping cunt. The drop touched his lips and he quickly flicked his tongue out and lapped it up. "Delicious." He said. "The hot, tart taste of a woman in heat. 

"I've always wanted to do this," she murmured, slurping her tongue around the head of his cock like a calf suckling its mother's teat. "But I could never bring myself to do it. Then just now; something came over me. I knew that I had to do it. I don't know what came over me, but I had to finally have your big cock in my mouth!"

Suddenly, he found the aroma of her hot cunt suffocating him, filling his nostrils and mind with his need for her. He had to have her. But first, he would feast on her beautiful cunt! 

Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around her waist and roughly pulled the weeping gash down toward his lips. As the pungency of her ripe pussy filled his nostrils, the soft, slippery flesh touched his lips and he shoved his face up into its sopping wetness. Groaning with joy, he filled his nose and brain with her sweet, cloying scent as he worshipped at the shrine of her womanhood. 

The rich, earthy smell of her cunt filled his brain with lust and desire. The need to push his flesh inside her and let it spew forth its noxious burden inside her hot, sucking depths was overpowering. He could think of nothing else. But she seemed bent on drawing out his bubbling essence with her mouth. "Awwwsshhheeeiiitttt!" he growled out, grabbing her, grunting and twisting her body around as his hot green cum filled her mouth.

Twenty minutes later Stan Smith was levitating three feet off the floor, starring at the rotating ball, his back parallel to the floor. 

"Stan, from this point on you will open up sexually with Francine." Droned Dr. Penguin. 

"I will open up sexually with Francine." The CIA agent replied.

"You will treat her with pride when out on a date." "I will treat her with pride when out on a date." 

"You will be proud to have other men and women find her sexually attractive." 

"I will be proud to have other men and women find her sexually attractive."

Once more quickly grabbing the orb, Stan's body dropped with a thud to the floor. "Watch the throw rug there, Grace." Roger snickered. 

"Come on Dr. Penguin, cut the garbage and tell me how I'm going to loosen up Francine." 

"Legerdemain." Was all Dr. Penguin said 

"Legerdemain? What the hell is that?" Stan quizzed with irritation.

"It's an ancient saying Stan. Say it and you will release Francine's inner slut for your enjoyment." Stan stood with a look of bewilderment on his face. 

"Go fuck yourself Roger." Now Roger had the look of bewilderment. "Don't give me that crap Roger. You live here for ten years, and now all of the sudden you act like you can do mind control? F-U-C-K YOU!"

As Stan went clomping down the steps muttering loudly "Legerdemain? What the fuck; Legerdemain?" Francine clearly overheard his low mumbling as she approached him hopefully, suddenly feeling tingly. 

'What is Legerdemain?' she wondered before continuing an earlier thought out loud. "Stan, I did some research on that kiosk at the mall. If you gave me $4,000 of your bonus for killing Bin Ladin, I could start a business selling my muffins. I think there's a real market for..." 

Stan quickly cut his pretty blonde wife off. "Ooh, ooh, uh; I'm sorry. Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, real quick; this is the worst idea I've ever heard. Never gonna happen; but, please, keep going." 

"Oh, just forget it!" Francine countered. 

"Great call, Francine. Oh, hey, don't forget you're supposed to join the other wives in the "Wives of the CIA" auxiliary group demonstration against that adult book store today." Stan said stoically as he held up a protest placard he had made for her to carry. 

Francine read the placard out loud. "No means no porn? What the hell Stan? Why do you keep signing me up for these things? You know I can't stand any of those smug, holier-than-thou bitches." She objected. "The last time they organized a protest, it was to keep a liquor store from opening across the street from that school. You know, the school across from the drug store where you buy your booze? Bunch of fucking idiots!" 

"Just cut the crap Franny..." Stan harangued. "It won't kill you to support the other women this one damn time. Bullock is always on me about getting you involved in the wives auxiliary. Besides, the "New Happy Time Book News and Lingerie Store" is right across the street from our Dry Cleaners. You have to pick my shirts up anyway." 

"Fine...you owe me mister." She said as she grabbed her purse and protest placard." And you!" she directed her anger towards Roger, "I thought you were going to work on him. Dr. Penguin my ass!" she fumed derisively as she stomped out of the house to her SUV. "Oops, forgot that one." Roger laughed as Stan fist bumped him and gave him a $100 bill as promised earlier.

As the sound of the garage door opening filled the house, Stan ran quickly into his home office. 

Peering out the window, he saw Francine's SUV pull from the driveway and head up the street. He turned to the door and operated the triple locks, securing it in place. Smiling smugly, the CIA spy sat down at his desk and engaged a hidden switch underneath the desk top. With a soft 'whosh' a complete wall dropped down to reveal Stan's weapons arsenal; and porn stash. "She's going to be out of the house for at least a few hours." Stan thought out loud as he perused the assorted magazines, paperbacks and DVD's. He eventually chose a book titled "Alice and Bill: How showing off a wife to other men sparked a marriage" and settled into his leather desk chair. 

Forty-five minutes later, after first picking up Stan's dry cleaning, Francine arrived at the "Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store."

"Where the hell are these skanks?" she muttered as she began walking silently in front of the bookstore in the oppressive ninety two degree afternoon heat. 

As she walked and held her protest sign a couple of men come out of the store and looked at her. Several men walked towards the store but quickly turned away when they spotted her as she vigilantly stayed on the sidewalk as legal protesters were supposed to. A very few others entered the store, making crude suggestions to her. 

Francine stoically ignored the comments as she sipped a soft drink from the cooler she brought in anticipation of the heat. She wondered when the other protesters were going to show. After two ice cold, twenty ounce bottles of Diet Coke and thirty minutes of walking by herself in the oppressive summer heat, she called Vanessa, the leader of the WC auxiliary on her cell phone. 




American Mom Ch. 02



"Hi Vanessa!" Francine greeted the woman enthusiastically, even though she couldn't stand the other woman. 'Stuck up fake Bitch' Francine ironically mumbled to herself. "Hey, where are you guys? I've been walking outside the Happy Time Book and News and Lingerie Store for the past half hour by myself...oh really...I see...you guys are at the NEW Happy Time Book Store...across town...Okay then, Vanessa...I guess I'll call it a day here then...what's that?...uh, sure...I guess I could continue picketing by myself...okay then...Bye." 

"GREAT! I go to the wrong freaking store and protest by myself. All because my numb nuts husband is all 'It's the book store across from the Dry Cleaners' sheesh." She mockingly complained as she paced from foot to foot. 

"Damn it, I've got to pee." She muttered. "Just great. The Dry Cleaner is closed now, so that's out." Seeing nothing else on the street but alleys and closed down stores and tenements, Francine decided to take her chances and see if the bookstore had a bathroom she could use. 

'This should go real well since I've been out here protesting them all afternoon.' She thought as she laid her protest sign down by her cooler and entered the store.

Not having expected the day to be so hot and humid, Francine had worn the conservative uniform that Vanessa had picked out for the auxiliary members; a loose sweater, and a conservative knee length skirt with flat-soled black shoes. Sweating profusely, she self-consciously entered the store 

"Hi!" she greeted the twenty something, disheveled looking clerk as she bounced from foot to foot in obvious agony. "Uhmm; would you mind if I borrowed your restroom?" The clerk stared at her in disbelief that she would ask such a thing after she had been protesting in front of the store. 

One of the men who had been outside earlier spoke up. "You can use the bathroom in my office, lady. It might be safer. I'm one of the owners by the way, Frank Jackson."

"Uh, Okay. Thank you, I'm Francine Smith," she said. Despite the conservative outfit she was wearing, she sensed the men's eyes were nonetheless locked on her bosom. Despite the frumpy uniform clothes, her large well-formed breasts were covered, but not concealed. 'Damn it. I wish I had worn a sports bra today to hug and squash the girls down.' She thought.

"Right this way then, Mrs. Smith." Frank said, as he and the clerk led her through to the back of the store. They ushered her into a surprisingly large office. "Right through there, honey." Jackson said, pointing to a door on the back wall as he touched her hip lightly, guiding her towards the restroom.

Francine started walking, but froze in her tracks momentarily. Her eyes were drawn to a large poster next to the bathroom door. It featured a mature blonde woman on her knees, her breasts naked, with a huge cock rammed in her gasping mouth. The models eyes stared intensely into Francine's. She could not stop staring at the poster as she hurriedly entered the restroom. 

She was in such a hurry that she never heard the *CLICK* of the clerk's iPhone as she gazed at the poster. 

Shutting the restroom door and pulling her skirt up, Francine quickly did her business, managing to hover above the seat and not once landing on the questionable surface. She snickered as she noticed the boring panties she was wearing. "Maybe I should buy some new panties to pay them back for letting me use their facilities." She laughed to herself. 

"These panties could stand to be upgraded while I'm here." She smiled before gathering herself and dropping her skirt in place. Stepping out of the restroom, she was greeted by another man joining the other two in the office. He was tall, black as coal and built like a bull, with a shaved head. "Hi there, Mrs. Smith, my partner was just telling me about you," he said, taking her hand in his. "My name is Jerome, Jerome Brown."

"Well, hello Mr. Brown. I'm kind of embarrassed to be umm, you know, meeting you like this. Protesting against your store and all." 

Francine's voice trailed off when she noticed what the men had been viewing on the computer screen. It was the photo of Francine that the clerk had taken as she looked at the huge porn poster that was next to the restroom door. There was a strange look on her face, her pretty mouth lolling open in a slight oval shape. 

'Shit...Shit...Godamnit...SHIT!' she cursed internally. 'If those self-righteous CIA Auxiliary wives see that picture they will never stop rubbing it in my face... and their husbands will rub it in Stan's.' She could feel her legs trembling. 'What the hell! They must have a camera facing that bathroom door to catch shoplifters.' she thought as she looked around.

"Why is it again that you don't like our little shop Mrs. Smith?" The voice of Frank Jackson quickly shook her back to reality. "This store might be liberating for you. In fact, you look like a woman just made for our products and services." 

"How do you mean?" Francine shot back, puzzled. 

"I mean you're a pretty sexy looking lady. I bet you look hot as a firecracker under these baggy clothes if you would just loosen up a bit."

"I'm loose enough, thank you very much." Francine snapped with irritation at being told to loosen up for a second time today. 

"How did you get that picture? Are you trying to catch shoplifters?" she grilled, pointing to the monitor. 

"Yeah; that's it Francine, we..." 

"I need that picture." she interrupted, visibly irritated and trembling. "You can't keep that. I never gave you permission." 

Jackson sensed her voice trailing off weakly. "Now don't you worry about that picture pretty lady. Come on now, and answer my question; why don't you like our little store?" 

Francine had become confused, unsettled and mentally disoriented. She paused, trying to sort out what to do about the picture, while at the same time trying to answer his question of why she disliked the store.

Frank interjected again. "Here, watch this video. When you see it I know you will like it and like our store." he said, as he pressed a small button. Suddenly, there was a vivid picture on a big flat panel TV hanging on the wall. It showed a busty blonde in her thirties with short hair, dressed in a tight halter top and a tiny skirt. 

Even as Francine watched, a man came up and cupped the actress's big, firm breasts. "Oh, my god! I can't believe you want me to watch such filth! How could any woman actually do that on camera?" Francine protested, putting both of her hands to her mouth in shock. 

Out of the blue, images from before she met her husband Stan began to flood her memories. Images of watching porn with her boyfriend's during her freshman year in college. 

"It turns most women on," Jerome reinforced, stepping a bit closer.

"I don't think I should watch this with you." Francine said, totally disoriented, her judgment becoming clouded. 

As she turned from the video monitor Francine found herself stealing glances at her image on the computer monitor on Jackson's desk, her face framed perfectly in front of the porn poster. 

'Oh my gawd. I'm staring directly at that giant cock rammed in that woman's mouth. Wow, how many years has it been since I've seen any cock, other than Stan's?' Her thoughts were disrupted by moans coming from the TV as the male actor had pulled the young woman's top up, and was now squeezing her big, firm exposed tits.

Brown smiled at her, his dark eyes gleaming. Francine could not help but notice that his eyes went to the front of her sweater, causing a soft shiver to race through her. "Tell you what, Mrs. Smith, you watch this one little scene all the way through, and we'll give you that picture." Brown said in a friendly manner. With this tiny lifeline being thrown her way, Francine exhaled a sigh of relief. 

"Hold on there Brown." said Frank. "She didn't let us off very easy. Why should she get off so effortlessly? Hell fire, she chased away four or five hundred dollars in sales today with that ridiculous one woman protest. Did we deserve that Mrs. Smith?" 

Francine looked down at the floor and stuttered a reply. "Well. I...I don't..." 

"See what I mean." He continued. "She needs to learn how to loosen up a little. If she'll at least loosen up a little she'll enjoy life. It's summer time for Christ sake." He shot her a stern look. "She needs to loosen up and unfasten at least a couple of buttons on that damn sweater. Who the hell wears a sweater in the summertime anyway? Then she can have the picture." Francine looked up with contempt. 

"Oh? Not good enough of a tradeoff for you Miss Uppity? Fine then lady." He continued. "I'll just send this picture around to the group you were protesting for. What's that group name? The WC Auxiliary? Whatever the fuck that is?" 

"WHAT!NO!" cried out Francine. "You can't do that!" she continued meekly, finding herself staring off at the video to avoid looking at the three men in the room. 

The man on the video screen was now passionately French kissing the woman, their tongues intermingling. His hands still worked at her big breasts, lifting and squeezing the heaving globes. 

"So then, we agree that we have a deal then Mrs. Smith?" Frank said as he motioned for the clerk to lock the front door, and mouthed the words 'Grab your cell phone'.

"You Loosen up a bit, relax and watch the video and I'll get that picture ready for you." he decreed, his mouth close enough to her ear to make her shiver. 

Francine tried to speak, but in the end she just ended up nodding her agreement. 'There is no way the "Women of the Auxiliary", or Stan and his work buddies would ever understand.' Francine reasoned to herself. 'I'll just stand here, and act like I'm watching this disgusting video, and then they will delete the picture and I can go. I'm a smart cookie...I can get out of this situation.' She rationalized. 

"And you swear you'll delete all copies of that picture?" she asked. "Yes, of course we will." Brown said, reaching out and wrapping his muscular black arm around her shoulder lightly. 

As they stood and watched the scene progress, the woman on the screen was holding her naked breasts up in her hands, the flesh oozing over. Frank leaned in and whispered in Francine's ear. "I bet your tits are bigger and sexier than hers are." 

He felt a shiver race through the beautiful mother as she licked her lips nervously. 'Mine ARE bigger; and sexier.' She thought silently, a slight, yet perceivable smile crossing her lips. 

Her belly was tumbling, and her body had a strange warm feeling. Blushing, she realized that her nipples were stiffening. The unnerved blonde mother crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts, so distracted and confused by the evolving situation that she never noticed the clerk aiming his iPhone at her, capturing another picture. This time it was of Frank with his arm around her while they both stared at the huge screen of porn, her mouth upturned in a little smile. *CLICK* 

Francine swallowed, and gasped as she stared at the screen. The man was licking and biting at the woman's breasts now. Francine noted with sensual pride that the woman on the screen had smaller areolas than her own, and that her nipples were quite hard as the man licked and bit at them. The woman loosened the man's pants, and the size of the man's cock made Francine gasp. The thing looked huge compared to Stan's. 

"Look at that Francine. It looks like she's enjoying having her big tits squeezed and sucked on," Jackson said, as he reached up and unfastened the top button of Francine's bulky sweater. *CLICK* the clerk snapped a picture just before Francine turned and slapped at Jackson's hand.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she asked incredulously. 

"Hey lady, you're the one who agreed to loosen a few buttons in exchange for your picture." Brown said with irritation. 

"Oh, right." Francine conceded as she looked back at the screen, without trying to fasten the button back, and re-crossed her arms under her breasts.

"That guy has a pretty big dick doesn't he, Francine?" Brown said with a smile as he watched her shake her head. 

"No, I don't really think so," she lied as she intently watched the porn actors kiss on the screen, their tongues wrestling. As she attempted to ignore Jackson unfastening yet another of her buttons, the clerk once more clandestinely snapped another photo as her upper chest became visible. *CLICK* 

Francine's face warmed a few more degrees in lust when she looked at her reflection in a mirror on the wall a few feet away. She saw that her crossed arms had pushed her bulging breasts up, as if presenting her stiff nipples protruding against her sweater and bra to the entire room.

The clerk swiftly moved to within 10 feet and was able to capture more images with his high pixel cell phone camera. *CLICK* 

'Oh my gawd! My nipples look sooo hard and sexy right now.' Francine thought to herself. Wanting a better view, she pressed her crossed arms further up under her breasts, forcing them up a bit. 'Uhmmm. Oh yeah, I do look really hot.' She noted.

As Francine discreetly pressed her breasts up, the other two men noticed the state of her nipples as well. "To be honest it looks like that big dick in that video is turnin' you on Mrs. Smith. Your fuckin' nipples look as hard as pebbles!" said Frank as he slipped another button open, exposing a deeper hint of cleavage. 

"Mr. Brown's dick is as big as that one in the movie, Mrs. Smith. Why don't you show her, Jerome?" 

"Do you want that Francine? Do you wanna see how big my dick is?" Brown asked, already unfastening his belt. Francine watched his dark hands out of slitted eyes as Jackson unfastened a fourth button on her sweater, exposing the center of her bra to the clerk's camera. *CLICK* 

As she stared at Brown's crotch Francine instinctively pulled her right arm out from under her breasts and nervously reached up for the right side of her sweater near her neck. Grasping the edge gently, she softly rubbed her thumb back and forth along the material before absentmindedly pulling that side of her sweater open until the last buttons of her sweater pulled taught. 

Her cleavage was now fully on display, but for some reason it did not seem like that big a deal to her as she watched Brown toying with his pants button. She could see a large bulge in his pants, and unconsciously began biting her plump lower lip. "Well? You want to see it, Mrs. Smith?" he said again. 

As he snapped his pants button open, Francine averted her eyes towards the video screen and gasped once again. The blonde on the screen was now on her knees wrapping her shiny red lips around the young man's fat member. She soon began bobbing her head up and down the giant penis. As Francine stood, looking gap jawed at the screen the clerk fired off several shots, framing her looking right at the screen. *CLICK* *CLICK*

"I bet you got a real sexy bra on, Mrs. Smith. Am I wrong?" Jackson asked from behind her, rubbing her arm and then reaching out and rubbing her taut belly with his fingertips through the thick sweater. 

"That's really none of your business," Francine breathed softly, as she found herself looking down at Brown's fat, exposed cock, now sticking straight out. Francine had never seen a black cock in person before. The clerk moved closer again, nearly standing next to Francine. 

"You don't mind if I take a quick look at you bra, though, right?" Jackson challenged as Francine became more confused and turned on simultaneously. Realizing most of her bra was already visible, she tried to think through her predicament rationally. 

"Uhhmmm. I don't know; only if he goes somewhere else. Somewhere I can't see him; I guess; make him go where I can't see him...or no." she said, looking again at Brown's thick, angry black cock. 

Another shiver shook the beautiful woman, and she swallowed as Brown moved quickly to her side. "Here, I have an idea, Mrs. Smith. You won't have to touch, or even look at my cock. But you know you want to feel how big it is; so I'll let you do it without looking at it or touching it," 

The clerk stepped behind and to the side of Brown, snapping photo after photo as Brown's hands glided to Francine's hips and he slipped around behind her, his big cock exposed t the room. *CLICK* *CLICK* 

Francine's breath felt hot in her throat, and she was biting her plump lower lip again as Jackson unfastened a fifth button on her sweater, exposing even more of her bra and her perfect, bulging tits. Unable to contain her rapidly increasing lust, Francine gently stuck her chest out further.

"I think I just need to leave; Uhhmmm; ohnnnoo; oh my god. What are you doing?" she gasped, glancing back over her shoulder as she felt Brown grab both of her hips and lower himself. Her right hand slipped from her sweater edge to intuitively grip her bra strap, gently dragging it down a few inches. 

Brown was pressing forward, at the same time rising up so that his angry, naked cock was trapped against her skirt and her curvy ass. *CLICK* went the clerks camera. 

Brown shifted slightly, and Francine gasped and blushed when she felt the fat cock head settle in between her shuddering soft ass cheeks, protected from his flesh only by the material of her skirt. 

From behind, the clerk framed the photo perfectly, with Brown's naked ass shown in contrast to her skirt, with his cock buried in its folds, and Francine staring at the porn filled big screen, Jackson's hand on her shoulder. Fearing he would do more, Francine pulled her hands from beneath her breast and off her bra strap to reach back and grab both of Brown's strong wrists. The motion caused her tits to wobble gently in her bra. *CLICK* 

"Don't you worry, Mrs. Smith," Brown said as he leaned forward, his breath hot on her neck. "Watch that chick suck that big fucking cock. I bet you'd like a big cock like that in your pretty little mouth, wouldn't you?" he said. 

"What? You've; oh God; don't talk to me that way." Francine gasped, her heart racing as she tried to figure out how things had gotten out of control so fast; and why she was getting so wet between her legs. She began rubbing her thighs together again as she stared at the screen. The young man was now holding onto the blonde's thick hair and moving his hips, driving his fat cock into the young woman's defenseless mouth. Still, the girl seemed to be enjoying it, moaning in between making strangely animal gagging sounds.

Francine tried not to think about the fact that Jackson's skilled fingers had undone another couple of buttons, and that most of her bra was now clearly visible, pushing her big soft, firm tits into even greater prominence and accentuating her bursting cleavage. 

"That's a kind of plain looking little bra," Jackson said, flicking another button open. Unable to let go of Brown's wrists, Francine was now powerless to stop Jackson from opening her sweater to her navel. "Your husband would probably appreciate it if you bought a few of ours. But on the good side, it is so small that it really showcases your big fuckin tits." 

"Uhhmm. No; God please; I think that's far enough, Mr. Jackson," she said. She wanted to push his hands away, but was afraid of what would happen if she let go of Brown's thick wrists. Despite her holding his wrists, Brown's big hands kept squeezing her ample hips, guiding her and rubbing her plump ass against his huge hard-on. Francine realized she was barely resisting or even protesting any more.

As Jackson smiled and slipped his fingers to the next button, Francine protested weakly. "No, pleassse. You shouldn't unfasten anymore, Mr. Jackson!" There were only two left on the sweater. 

"Don't worry, dear. We just can't get a good look at your bra with this sweater on, I think we had better take it all the way off." 




American Mom Ch. 02



"You didn't say you would take it off!" Francine moaned, moving weekly against the two pronged attack taking place, trying desperately to get her head straight. 

"Okay, we won't take it off then...we'll just undo all of these buttons." 

Abruptly the clerk stepped in front of Francine. Inadvertently pressing the flash button, he aimed his cell phone at her to snap several more photos. *FLASH* Francine's confused and submissive mind took over. First she formed a shockingly lascivious pout *FLASH* and then a provocative smile *FLASH* before she pleaded with a raspy, guttural voice. "What's he doing?" 

"Don't worry Mrs. Smith. You're a very beautiful woman and have a beautiful smile. As long as you pose like you're enjoying yourself, we'll give you all of these pictures too." He lied. Francine was becoming more and more confused, and at the same time finding herself strangely aroused at the men's compliments as well as the predicament she had got herself into. She found herself more and more turned on, knowing she was being photographed in such a sexually charged manner. 

Francine Smith's memories raced back to college when she had a boyfriend who was a photographer. He had convinced her to enter a wet T-shirt contest on spring break. Later, as they looked at the photographs he had taken as she won the $1000 prize, she became so overpoweringly turned on that she asked him to take more photos of her as she sucked his cock. 

She posed like a professional model for over a hundred pictures that documented her that night, from fully clothed, to completely naked and looking into the camera with four inches of cock buried in her mouth. The final shots that night were of her face and tongue covered in cum. She still had the photos, hidden away in her home. 

"Let me see the photos Cliff." Jackson demanded of the clerk, breaking the entrancing flashback state she had fallen into. As the clerk turned the phone screen towards Frank, Francine tried to look away, but felt herself inexplicably drawn to look. She became almost hypnotized by what she saw. 

'I look so beautiful!' she remarked to herself as she saw the photo of herself standing, seemingly proudly with Jackson's hand on her shoulder, her own hand gripping her bra strap, gently pulling it from her chest.

The next picture made Francine visibly quiver. This one showed Francine licking her lips and looking back over her shoulder, staring down directly at Brown's exposed black cock. Her bra encased tits stuck out of her sweater as her hands were gripping his wrists, appearing to hold his big hands to her hips as he ground his cock into her skirt covered ass.

Instead of revolting the sexy mother of two, the image unleashed years of pent-up wild sexual compulsions that had been repressed. Francine's breathing became more labored as she stared at her image in the photo. "Fuck yes, I look hot." She muttered faintly under her breath before momentarily bringing herself under control. 

"No more photos; no more buttons. No more unless; unless Mr. Brown stops. He has to stop doing that, and get out from behind me. Or you can't take any more pictures...and...and I get them all when you're done." 

"Sure, of course," Brown said leaning his mouth against her throat. For another long moment he stood grinding his bare, obscenely large black cock into her plump, curvy, silky soft ass. *FLASH* *FLASH* went the camera.

Francine's breath rasped in her throat, and she realized without shame that her pussy was getting very moist and hot, and that her heaving breasts were swollen even more than normal. Her nipples poked out, right under the edge of her bra, pressing out obscenely against the cups. Francine looked seductively into the clerk's camera as Jackson slowly unfastened the last button on her sweater. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

As Brown stepped out from behind her, one hand rubbed her arched back, subconsciously giving Francine an excuse to push her chest out further as his other hand slid down her arm. For some reason it seemed perfectly natural to her for his hand to grasp her wrist and guide her small, trembling sweaty hand toward his stiff shaft. 

He pushed her palm against his hot cock just as Francine looked back at the screen to see another man walk into the scene, kneel down next to the other woman and began rubbing and caressing her lush body. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

One hand squeezed, rubbed and slapped the actress's big breasts, and the other slipped between her legs. There was a close-up of the woman's clean shaved pussy, and then the man was inserting two fingers into the woman's obviously wet snatch. 

'Oh God. Her pussy looks so sexy, shaved like that. I think maybe I should shave mine.' decided Francine with a wicked smile, just vaguely aware of Brown forcing her slim fingers around his fat shaft. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine softly tugged at her hand, but did not say anything as Brown began forcing it up and down his fat cock. She tried to stop her trembling, and realized that she was starting to sweat as well. The man's cock felt huge in her small hand, and was as hard as a piece of wood. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine pursed her lips and began to casually tug her hand up and down his shaft. "God damn, he feels sooo stiff and fat in my hand." She thought as she ran her fist up and down his cock.

Jackson reached up and spread the halves of her sweater completely apart. *FLASH* Francine continued to ignore what the men were doing to her as he pulled the ends of the sweater behind her back and fastened the bottom button, holding it in place. She watched the screen intently out of wide eyes as the two actors took turns grabbing the woman's hair and fucking their cocks in and out of her gasping, slurping mouth. 

'That is so fucking HOT!' Francine reflected, all too aware of the fact that the three men in the room were not watching the hot scene on the TV. Instead, they were all staring at her, enthralled with her beauty and sexuality. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Fully aware of the sight of her big breasts as they shuddered softly, her little bra pushing them up and out obscenely, Francine could feel herself blushing uncontrollably. Her belly was slightly rounded, and her hips just began flaring out where her skirt covered them. Jackson reached out and drew his fingers along her belly in a soft, slow circular motion.

"Umm, I..." she gasped softly, conscious that Brown was now rubbing her arm at her elbow. He was no longer holding her hand to his cock, as she continued sliding her fist up and down his fat shaft. *FLASH* 

"I don't know how this has happened," she said, her voice soft and trembling. She stopped moving her hand, but did not let go of his cock. Instead, she looked down and gripped the bulbous head in her hand, moaning softly when she felt a wetness oozing into her palm and fingers.

"Uhhmmmm." *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* She squeezed his cock head and shuddered softly, barely able to catch her breath. In a daze, she felt Jackson take her left hand and guide it to his crotch until he was pressing her limp hand against the huge bulge in his pants. His stiff dick felt every bit as hard and big as Brown's. 

"Nooo! This is probably not a good idea," Francine said softly, looking between the men, but not pulling either of her hands away. *FLASH* *FLASH*

"That bra is really small, Mrs. Smith. It really shows off your big sexy tits!" Brown said. "I bet it's really soft." "Umm; please; I don't like it when you talk that way to me." Francine lied as she pushed her chest out and clumsily began rubbing her thighs together. Her hand was getting slick with Brown's precum, as she slid back to the base of his straining meat. She could barely fit her fingers around the root. *FLASH* 

Francine swallowed, and licked her lips. "Fuccccck" she moaned faintly, quickly losing control of her actions. *FLASH* Her left hand stayed pressed against Jackson's crotch, rubbing softly as Brown lifted her breast in his palm just slightly, the sheer volume of her tit meat spilling over the top of her bra. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"That little bra of yours feels really good. You should feel how soft this is Jackson. You don't mind, do you, Mrs. Smith?" Brown grinned down at her evilly. Trying feebly to ignore his onslaught, Francine was once again watching the screen. *FLASH* The two men on the TV now had the girl bent over the desk, and they were both fucking her, one from each end. 

"So what are you Francine, 36D?" Jackson asked as he rubbed her nipple through the soft bra cup. 

"Oh God; Uhhmmm; I'm 38DD," she gasped finally, radiating with uncertain pride. 

"Very impressive!" Jackson grinned as he reached up to cup her other big breast. He raised his hand so casually she did not even know what he was going to do until he cupped her heavy breast lightly in his palm.

Francine was now breathing heavily though her mouth. She knew she should push the men's hands away from her swollen, throbbing breasts, but her hands remained frozen on their stiff cocks. Francine did not object as the men began rolling her heaving breast around on her chest with increasing force. *FLASH* in fact she matched their pace as she began rubbing their cocks more vigorously. 

Jackson reached inside her skimpy bra cup without warning and pulled her breast out by her hard nipple, tugging it and twisting on it. 

"Oh! Uhmmmm; nooo; oh gawd; please." Francine moaned as she felt Jackson's other hand at the back of her skirt. All three men stood in shock when Francine suddenly slapped Jackson's hand away from her skirt. As she looked from man to man with a staid look, they suddenly had visions of a dream situation turned to nightmare. 

Soon her unsmiling expression soon melted into one of raw sensuality. The hot wife and mother of two reached behind her back and flipped the little catch on her skirt before drawing the zipper down, all while the men played eagerly with her now fully exposed, bobbling tits. She brought her hands back to press and rub their hard cocks. *FLASH* 

"You really like the feel of these stiff fuckin cocks in your little hand, don't you Mrs. Smith? I think you can't stop now." Brown said. 

Francine had loosened her skirt enough that it had begun to slide down her shapely waist. She bit her trembling bottom lip as she sensually shimmied her hips back and forth, gently sending her skirt to puddle at her feet. *FLASH* *FLASH* Lifting first one and then the other foot, she stepped out of the skirt. 

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* went the cell phone camera as Francine posed seductively for the men, standing in just her panties with her bra pulled down under her tits, pushing them up seductively. 

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* went the camera as Francine stroked the two hard cocks, smiling. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Are these going to be good enough poses for me to get the photos back?" She asked the men with a smirk as the clerk circled her twice, taking pictures of her indecently exposed body and beautiful face from all angles as she stroked the two cocks. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine was once again squeezing their cock heads, enjoying the fact that they had pried both of her tits from the cups of her bra and were teasing her stiff nipples. The men were squeezing intensely, their big, thick fingers sinking into the pliant flesh. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Her head spun as Brown pushed Francine Smith to her knees. "What? What do you want me to do?" she asked, looking up innocently, licking her lips as her right hand continued stroking the base of his thick cock, her left hand bracing herself against his thigh. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"I just wanna see how much of my cock you can get in your pretty little mouth, Mrs. Smith. I think you do to, don't you?" 

"Uhmmmm, yummy." Francine replied, running the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. 

As Jackson slipped down beside her, he reached up and cupped one of her breasts hanging out of her bra. "Well, if you don't mind, while he sticks his cock in your mouth, you are going to have to let me feel how soft your panties are, Mrs. Smith," he said in a soft voice. "That is, if you want that picture back," He laughed as he pushed his tongue into her ear and squeezed her heaving breast strongly, roughly pinching her nipple.

"Okay, you can feel my panties for a little bit, you dirty man. But just for a minute; and only if he takes some more pictures." Francine gasped, looking towards the clerk. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*. She was holding herself away from Brown's monster cock, not letting go. *FLASH* She shut her eyes as Jackson's left hand slipped from her proud, heaving breast down her curved belly and finally slipped onto her cotton panties, cradling her furry brown pubic mound deliciously.

His thick fingers began rubbing, very lightly at first. Francine bit her lower lip and let out a long breath as his fingers began pushing her cotton panties up into her wet, pouting cunt lips. "You feel all wet under there, Mrs. Smith. You're not enjoying yourself, are you?" Jackson asked knowingly. *FLASH* *FLASH* His hand moved slightly, and as though by magic he was rubbing the smooth, wet silk over Francine's throbbing, swollen clitoris. 

She felt her eyes crossing, and could not help but lean forward slightly, stopping only when she realized that Brown's hot cock head was rubbing against her cheek. "Uh God; Uhmmm." *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* He reached down and began playing with her naked boobs again, and it was just one more set of mixed signals emanating from her supple, glowing body.

Jackson moved behind Francine and pushed her knees apart about a foot with his feet before reaching between her legs. His left hand rolled and pinched her clit as Francine became aware that with his right hand he had slipped her panties to one side and was rubbing two large, thick fingers directly into her wet, pouting hairy pussy lips. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Oh God! YES! Stick your fingers in me!" she gasped sharply at the feel of Jackson's fingertips invading her tight, ultra-wet snatch. *FLASH* 

"There, there, dear. Here, this will help," Brown said as he gripped her hair in two handfuls and moved her head. She still had hold of his stiff cock, but as Jackson's fingers became bolder on her naked pussy, pushing further and further inside her tightness, it seemed to make some kind of weird sense that Brown would start rubbing his leaking cock head on her plump, pouting lips. 

"There you go, Mrs. Smith, this'll distract you from what that mean old Mr. Jackson is doing. Just open up a bit," he said as he began thrusting softly against her plump lips. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine felt his cock bump her lips, and then push them aside and bump her teeth. She simply allowed her jaw to sag open the next time so that his big, bulbous, lemon shaped head slipped inside the pouting ring of her perfect lips. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine tightened her grip on Brown's thigh. She didn't really know what to expect, and he was right, having a huge, pulsing hot throbbing cock head leaking pre-cum onto her writhing tongue was certainly distracting her from the fact that Jackson was now actively thrusting his two fingers in and out of her stretched pussy. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

As his other hand finally worked its way under panties and began flicking and rubbing her naked clit, Francine raised her right knee off the ground and put her foot flat on the floor. The semi kneeling stance willingly opened her married pussy to Jackson's finger fuck attack. *FLASH* *FLASH**FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine moaned softly around Brown's fat cock. She realized it had a rather nice taste, and then blushed prettily when she realized she was now swaying her hips in time with Jackson's hands. As she looked to the camera wielding clerk she began to slurp loudly at the cock meat trapped in her mouth. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Mr. Brown began moving his hands, guiding her sucking and slurping mouth up and down the first three, *FLASH* then four, *FLASH* then five inches of his straining meat. *FLASH* 

Francine grunted and moaned. She was dimly aware of the fact that Brown was now casually holding her head still while he thrust his hips. Her whole body was going to explode soon! Jackson's fingers were fucking her good now. He had two fingers inside her, with two more fingers sliding along the outside of her slit and across her swollen clit at each thrust, his other hand kneading one firm tit while Francine pulled on her other nipple. *FLASH*

Brown was now bumping into the back of her throat on a regular basis. The spit and pre-cum was oozing from her mouth as she shuddered into the biggest orgasm of her life. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

She swallowed Brown's thick sperm without a second thought as she shook and moaned, all the while slurping at his meat until he finally had to pull away from her. *FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine was barely aware that they had somehow stripped off her panties and shoes, so all she had left on was her bra, still tucked up under her bobbling breasts. She somehow got to her feet, and blinked at the sight of Jackson, now naked. He was thickly built, and more muscular than she would have guessed. 

"I've got to get dressed and go now," she said feebly, staring at his cock. It was also a giant, at least seven inches long. 

"Not so fast, Mrs. Smith, come here a minute," he said as he pulled her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her down, facing him. He grabbed her hips, and before Francine fully realized what was happening he had lifted her slightly, shifted himself underneath her and pulled her down smoothly. Four inches of his fat, angry cock slid into her pussy before she became too tight. *FLASH* *FLASH*

"Jesus, that pussy feels fuckin' tight, Mrs. Smith," he said softly. "Your husband must not have a very big dick." He smirked as she looked at him without defending her husband's honor. "Here, don't move and I'll take care of everything." he said, and then he began moving under her, sliding his thick boner into her wet pulsing snatch a bit more at each thrust, roughly twisting her nipples as she slid down his cock. *FLASH* *FLASH*

"Oh...uhn...uhnnn...nooooo...please...oh your fuckin dick is so fuckin big...OHNNNNNNN...UHHHHHHHHHHHH," *FLASH* *FLASH* Francine Smith shuddered into another orgasm as Jackson finally slid his massive boner all the way into her dripping tight snatch. *FLASH* *FLASH*  

Jackson ground into her with a circular motion, and then fucked her hard. His loins slapping into hers as she gasped and shuddered on top of him. When he felt her hips raising and lowering of their own accord, he slipped his hands up, cupped her breasts and began licking and chewing on the fantastic mounds. *FLASH* *FLASH* She was the most gorgeous woman the two men had ever snared, and by what incredible luck! *FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine thought about the fact that she was a married mother of two, willingly fucking herself on this strange man's cock while he licked and bit at her swollen, soft titties. She had eagerly sucked two strange cocks, and was getting off even more by the clerk taking hard core photos of her in action. She bit her lip and shut her eyes, enjoying the men's harsh words and laughs, embracing her newly rediscovered sexuality. 

She rocked into another thunderous orgasm, her curvy body writhing and jerking on Jackson's hard cock. *FLASH* "FUCK YEAH, MOTHER FUCKERS!" she called out loudly. *FLASH* *FLASH*

She blinked as he pushed her off of him and onto Brown, who was now sitting next to them. "Now, this is the last thing we'll show you today, Francine," he said, grabbing her by the hips and positioning her so that she was sitting on his lap but facing away from him. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine's eyes fluttered wildly as Jackson was suddenly standing directly in front of her. Without saying anything, he grabbed her hair with one hand, a swinging breast with the other and guided her gasping mouth to his bulbous, wet cock head. *FLASH* 




American Mom Ch. 02



"Clean your pussy juice off my cock, Mrs. Smith. It's just manners, after all," he said. 

"I'll do whatever you want. Just don't get it in my hair." Francine replied, unable to stop herself from giving in. Opening her mouth wide, Brown bounced her up and down his cock. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine instinctively leaned forward as Jackson began thrusting softly into her mouth. Just like the woman in the film, Francine was being bounced between the two men, impaled at once on two giant pricks. She thought about how easily these two men had turned her back into a slut, and then she could not think of anything as she thundered into yet one more orgasm. *FLASH* *FLASH*

As the two men doubled Francine, the clerk decided that since he wasn't getting any of her wild pussy, this might be a good time to go through her purse and get a reward for himself. His eyes opened wide and he nearly vomited when he found her protest ID badge. 

Printed across the top were the words "Wives of the CIA Auxiliary: Spies and Assassins Bureau". 'Holy fuck!' He thought, with a look of terror in his eyes. 'This gal is married to a killer.' He quickly walked up behind Francine and showed the badge over her bobbing head to Jackson, whose cock instantly deflated in her mouth.

Twenty minutes later Francine Smith walked out the front door of the store, smiling broadly. As she sat in her SUV, cooling the car and preparing to leave she beamed proudly. 

"Wow, what a day. I get to take home for keeps all of those super-hot pictures the clerk took of me, and the clerk even gave me his iPhone rather than just delete the photos. What was that about?" she smiled. "I watched as they deleted the original file from the computer, and on top of that, they gave me a $5000 cash donation for the CIA Women's Auxiliary." 

Francine stopped her thought in mid-sentence, put a finger to her lips and smiled a devious smile when she realized she needed $4000 for her muffin Kiosk in the Mall. "That is, I mean they made a $1000 cash donation to the CIA Women's Auxiliary, if I just promised to never talk about this afternoon to anyone, and never come back to their store again."

With that, Francine drove off, a newly reborn woman, excitedly thinking about what her future held.



American Mom Ch. 03



It was bright and early the following Saturday morning when Francine walked cheerfully into the kitchen to the sight of two teens and an alien, all with heads down in their cereal bowls. It had been a week since she and Stan had their "Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy" session with Roger in his guise as Dr. Penguin. 

Stan had been preoccupied with work as usual all week. While this made Francine feel neglected, as usual, at the same time she had begun to feel an increased sense of self awareness and pleasure. She had begun to feel more beautiful, more desirable to others. That was proven on her foray into the bookstore the previous Saturday. 

She found herself taking more care with her makeup and attire in the past week, thrilled at the thought of men and women admiring her appearance and being attracted to her. She was becoming very comfortable, almost as if she was knocking down the barriers of her sexual inhibitions. 

It seemed as if her inhibitions lowered that much more during the intense activity the past week. She found herself looking back at the threesome she had participated in with the bookstore owners not as an assault against her as much as her showing off her sexual talents. She felt that she had looked incredibly beautiful and sexy in the photos from that afternoon, and had looked at the photos with delight dozens of times in the past few days.

"Good Morning guys!" She called out radiantly, being met with silence from the room. "Big day for me today," she continued "I'm going to go antiquing at the flea malls in Pennsylvania, just past the Virginia state line. Who wants to come along? I could really use the company on that long drive since Stan is away on assignment until tomorrow." Francine already knew the answer. 

"Okay..." she said to the deafening silence of Captain Crunch being chewed. "Don't say I didn't offer to show you a great time!" She replied perkily as she grabbed her keys and turned for the door. 

"Oh, hey Francine?" The hot blonde mom turned to face the direction of Roger the Alien's voice. 

"Yes Roger?" she asked. 

"Could you be a sweetheart and pick me up some Legerdemain at the grocery on your way back?" 

Francine's face went blank as she repeated the word, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. "Legerdemain; sure, Legerdemain." She turned for the door and departed the house with a big grin subconsciously forming on her face.

Two hours later Francine exited interstate 81, taking exit number 3 just over the Pennsylvania state line. She pulled up to a nondescript block building, the heat unbearable as she exited her SUV. With the temperature in the high nineties the parking lot had reached the surreal state of being somewhat solid, while at the same time pliable. 

Francine had parked at the far end of the parking lot in the back, as far from the store entrance and the road as possible. The long walk allowed her skin to begin displacing the heat by forming a thin cooling layer of perspiration on her neck arms and chest. 

"Dammit. I spent so much time on my makeup. I hope I make it inside without it running." She mumbled softly before reaching the entrance. 

The building was silent as she entered. "Ahhhhh!" she sighed with enough volume to be heard from several feet away. Francine could instantly feel the coolness of the air-conditioning on her skin. Her top rapidly began to cling to her perspiring skin, molding the cotton material to her body. 

It wasn't often an unaccompanied woman, especially one as beautiful as Francine Smith had entered this store. A few men and a couple looked at the boxes of videos for sale and rent, another couple was checking out items on big display shelves. Two men were perusing magazines. Francine was excited but nervous. This was a new step for her. She was a woman alone; alone in an adult bookstore; and dressed in a most provocative manner.

True, she was very far from home, so probably no one would know her. Still, Francine wondered if she could really go through with her plan. Her visit to the Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store had been the single most exciting event of her life. Feelings had been opened up that she had repressed for over twenty years. But going back there again was probably out of the question since Jerome and Jackson had paid her to stay away. 

Francine had come to realize she had been exhilarated by so many aspects of her previous bookstore visit. The attention the men showed her had been both thrilling and electrifying. She felt she looked gorgeous and stunning in the hard core photos they had taken of her sucking cock with wild abandon, being teasingly stripped of her clothes, and fucking with a complete lack of inhibition. She knew from the moment she saw the first photos that she immensely enjoyed posing in sensually and sexually charged ways for the camera, and that she got off on teasing and showing her body. 

"Hello, Miss," said the young man at the counter in a deep voice, waking her from her moment of self-revelation. 

With the clerks greeting, several of the men turned to look. What they saw was almost beyond belief. Here was a woman of extraordinary beauty, buxom with blonde hair, a voluptuous bubble butt, firm legs, and the face of a goddess. 

Francine had made a quick pit stop at the highway rest area just over the state line, changing her clothes and reapplying her makeup. Long gone were her sensible shoes and pink, knee length dress. While still wearing her trademark pendent necklace and white bracelet, she was now dressed in four inch high white heels. Beneath her provocative, white mid-thigh length skirt she wore nothing. 

On top, she wore a bright pink tube top, emblazoned with a large white star. The clothing and shoes she wore were gifts from the owners of the Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store, part of several bags of clothes and exotic high heels they gifted her for never returning.

With no bra beneath, her firm breasts jutted and bounced magnificently in the thin, skin tight material. Her nipples were already hard, just from the anticipation of what might happen today. They pushed outward and were distinctly visible. 

Then there was her face, at once angelic and sultry. Her puffy, pouting lips were a bright shade of pink matching her top. Her husband Stan had once told her that this bright pink lipstick made her look slutty. She had never forgotten. 

Her eye lids were painted lavender, accenting her shimmering eyes as they gleamed, seemingly glowing with fire. If the eyes are truly the gateway to the soul, then Francine's revealed a soul full of lust.

Her eyes swept across the room, taking in the overall view, stopping momentarily to linger on each man. Most had paused their perverted browsing to stare at what they could only believe was an apparition. There were women who made a living as models or as porn stars who could not hold a candle to the voluptuous creature they saw before them now. Yet here she was. Real, alive, thrilling to look at; and thrilled to be looked at.

Her gaze lingered over the crowd, silently evaluating each man. Her eyes would meet every one of them. While she had to force herself to remain strong and not avert eye contact, it was they who lowered their eyes first, intimidated by her lush beauty and sexuality. One or two, however, met her gaze head on and smiling.

"Can I help you look for anything," said a voice. She realized the clerk was speaking to her again. She turned to face him, and saw his eyes dip involuntarily to her bosom. She had become aware over the past week that this happens every time she is near a man, and she was learning to bask in the admiration. 

Confidently, Francine straightened her back, lifting her magnificent breasts higher. When he looked back up from her breasts, she smiled. "Hi sweetie. This is my first time in your store. I just wanted to see what kind of fun things you have," she said smiling and motioning around the large room. "It looks like you have plenty." 

"Is there anything specific you are thinking of," he said, his boyish face breaking into a grin. "Well no. I am a buyer and not a browser, but I don't know what I want yet. I think I will know it when I see it."

His eyes dropped again to her tits, and this time his gaze remained there for more than an instant. When he looked up again, he began blushing when he realized she was smiling and staring directly into his eyes. 'How cute', she thought. 

"Well, you go look and let me know if I can be of any assistance," the clerk said. A twinkle came to her eyes and she shifted her weight just slightly, causing her big breasts to quiver. 

"Oh, I will," she said with a wink.

She began to walk around the store, slowly and leisurely, her high heels pushing up her bubble butt bottom so that it swayed with each step. Moving about in a relaxed way, her body swayed sensually, her large breasts dancing. Not a single man in the building was looking at anything else but her as she sauntered across the room. Francine could feel their eyes on her, which pleased and excited her even more. Feeling a growing wetness between her legs, she concentrated on looking straight ahead, moving toward the sex toys displayed along one long wall.

Soon she stood, looking at a set of Ben Wah balls, admiring their silver finish and wondering how it would feel if they were thrust up inside her as she walked. She glanced down the aisle to see two men standing; looking intently at her over the top edge of the magazines they held in their hands. 

Slowly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she bent over at the waist with her knees locked to pick up an item from the bottom shelf, turning slightly so her rear faced the two men. Casually, she lingered at her task, as if she could not decide which item she wanted. In truth, there was nothing on the shelf that she wanted. She just wanted to feel her short white skirt ride up her muscled ass. She knew that a tiny bit of her bottom was now exposed. With her legs just slightly apart, she also knew the two men might see the meaty lips of her pussy. 'I wonder if the wetness shows?' she thought.

"Holy fuck! Would you look at that," one of the men said in a hushed tone. She could barely hear him, but the other man spoke more loudly. "Damn!" 

Francine stood, turned and walked slowly down the row of toys, away from the men, stopping this time in front of a rack of something called a "Butterfly." There were dozens of different models, most in pink or pale blue, and she realized the straps were designed so a woman could fit the buzzy toy over her hips and hold it against her clit. "Hummm, that's something I might like." Francine said out loud to no one in particular.

With deliberate ease, she sank to her haunches, her strong butt cheeks resting on her heels as she held one of the butterfly vibrators in her hand, studying it intently. The skirt was so short that anyone sitting on the floor would have seen right up it. Francine slowly spread her legs apart, and the skirt rose higher towards her hips. No one was standing in front of her, but had they, there would have been a direct view of what she wanted them to see. Her precious, brunette topped pussy was gapped open, pink and gleaming with wetness. She stayed in place, pretending to be unaware that she was flaunting her pussy.

She knew full well what she was doing. She was teasing. In her current state of arousal she just might have the courage today to do much more than just tease. The thought sent a shudder through her. 

As if he was reading her mind, one man walked from across the store toward her. She did not rise.

The stranger paused directly in front of her. Around her age, perhaps forty or so, he did not smile. "I wish my wife was more like you." He said as his hand went down to her shoulder, touching her gently. "You are so very beautiful." With that he walked away. 

'Oh my Gawd! If he had pulled my head to his cock; I swear I would have sucked him off right here in the store.' Francine thought to herself as she stood up and straightened out her skirt. 

When she looked around, she could see that the men in the room were no longer spread out. Most of them were in the aisles closest to her. She was the center of attention, and she loved it. A man wearing a blue sports jacket caught her eye, and smiled. She smiled back.

She took a moment to look around the store. When she looked back at the man, he was nearing her. He looked nice, sharply dressed. She waited in breathless anticipation until he finally reached her. His hand moved boldly to touch her breast. Not to grab her, but merely to use his fingers to trace along the outline of her hard nipple. He took his time, touching unhurriedly. He stopped moving his fingers and left them resting on her. With a sigh, he moved away. She heard him softly say "oh well" and wondered why he had not stayed to touch her more. She realized that she had wanted him to do more; and that she needed more.

Francine continued her walk around the store. She felt so much bolder now after the boost to her self-confidence when the man actually touched her aroused nipple. 

She paused at a magazine rack. The covers featured beautiful women in various positions. Some of the covers featured blatant sex, while others had the women posing in one way or another. She picked up one of the more explicit cover magazines and began to leaf through it. The cover showed a beautiful mature brunette sucking a hard cock. As Francine thumbed through the magazine, the two men who had made the comments from down the aisle earlier walked up, sandwiching her between them. 

"You sure are a hot thing." said one of the men. He reached one hand around her shoulder and flipped several pages of the magazine she was holding to a page that showed the same brunette as on the cover. Now she was posed with two men, one with his cock in her mouth, the other with just the tip of his hard penis entering her pussy lips. 

"You like this picture," the man asked. Francine found herself staring at the pages, unable to speak. The other man put his arm around her waist, and firmly pulled her next to him. 

"She seems very quiet for such a beautiful lady." He said as his arm now went from her waist to her bottom. "And look, she's wearing a big rock wedding ring." He laughed as his hand rubbed up and down her ass, sending a shock through her entire body. She realized the men were now positioned slightly behind her. 

"Oh she is a wild thing, that's for sure," said the other man. "She can't take her eyes off these fuck pictures. Isn't that right, lady." said his partner leaning into her ear with his lips. "Do you like to just look at pictures, or would you rather be the one sucking that cock?" His hand left her bottom, only to reach lower a second later, touching the back of her leg just below her skirt. She jumped involuntarily, but did not speak. Her only movement was to lift her left foot and plant it up on the bottom shelf of the magazine rack, shoulder wide from her other foot. She leaned forward, bracing her elbow against the magazine shelf. 

The hand on her leg moved upward quickly, touching her pussy. Francine thought she would faint when she felt a finger move between her pussy lips. She knew the man could feel her wetness. As he moved his finger up into her, she knew he could feel how open, how ready, she was. 

Her eyes were now closed. The other man grabbed her left hand and pulled it from the shelving before pressing it tightly against his hardening cock. "Oh you sweet thing. Just feel this. That's right. Keep your eyes closed and let him finger that pussy." 

Two fingers were inside her now, moving, slowly at first, then faster. Only seconds seem to pass before she began to moan softly. "Uhhmmmmm." She knew she would soon cum right there and then, standing in an adult bookstore with people all around. 

As she climaxed, she still had enough control to suppress crying out loud, but anyone watching knew. They saw her body shaking and her wobbly breasts quivering. Moments later the fingers were gone, as was the hand holding hers. She opened her eyes, putting her foot back on the floor and her hand back on the rack to steady herself. She watched as the two men moved away as if nothing had happened, not even pausing to look back.

After a few minutes Francine had recovered enough to look around. A younger man with sandy hair and brown eyes stood in the same aisle, looking at her. He moved towards her. "That was fucking unbelievable," he said. "Thank you." He finished. Then, he too moved away.

Francine gathered her strength and began to walk towards the exit, still aroused, but exhausted. 

Before she reached the end of the aisle a young man in his early twenties walked towards her. He was dressed in jeans and a faded black concert shirt. He was built thick, maybe even massive, but not overweight. He was tall, perhaps six foot one or more. She had noticed his eyes were a light brown, as was his hair. 'Three day beard, and not bad looking.' she thought. Now, as he walked towards her, she saw that his pants were just the right size, the fabric tightening over a cute, tight bottom.

He paused. Their eyes met, and he smiled. It was a confident, almost cocky smile that cut right into her. She felt her pussy quiver as more wetness was instantly building. She could smell it now. Her warm, musky aroma, the unmistakable smell of a woman in heat. 'I wonder if anyone who comes near me can smell it? I hope so.' She smiled to herself. She subconsciously wanted everyone in the place to know she was aroused, feeling hot and more than just a little slutty.

The young guy was still smiling as he walked toward her. She wanted to smile, but could not. She was nervous, on edge. But strangely, she was not afraid. "You are a brave woman to come in here alone." he said to her, stopping close, but not invading her space. 

"Oh not really," she replied. Now she was able to smile. "There are plenty of people around. I'm not afraid." She said it defiantly, tossing her hair. Then she added in a softer voice: "Well, not very afraid." 

"My name is Paul," he said. He did not offer his hand. 

"I'm Francine," she replied.

His voice was a deep, rustling Baritone. 'Of course,' she thought, 'it would have to be.' 

She concentrated on his face, rugged and tanned, the features sharp and the chiseled look of a kid, not yet a man. He seemed relaxed and at ease talking with a beautiful woman that was old enough to be his mother, in a sexual setting. She was surprised at his self-assurance, but pleased.

"So why are you here, Francine?" he asked. 

"I'm not really sure. I do know I've always wanted to see what was inside these kinds of places." She paused. "I might buy a toy or two for later tonight." she giggled. He laughed, too, joining her. 

"Are you married?" 

"That's a pretty personal question," she smiled as she held up her hand to show her wedding ring. 

"And hubby doesn't know? Or he doesn't mind?" the young man questioned. 

"What hubby doesn't know won't hurt him...or me." She purred as he nodded in agreement. 

"And do you always dress like this?" He motioned with his hand, sweeping downward from her bosom to her feet. 

Again she giggled like a teenager. "No." 

"Well you look really hot," Paul said, and in a most natural gesture moved one hand to her waist. She did not move away. The hand felt warm, and his touch, she realized, was just what she wanted at that moment. 

"Thank you, Paul." she flashed him her best smile.

"Are you looking for anything else in here; besides a toy or two for tonight?" He asked with self-confidence. Francine paused, longer than she realized. 

"Maybe." She said with a mischievous grin. 

He made no reply. He did not even nod as his hand moved ever so slightly on her waist. She secretly hoped he would move it to her bottom, but he did not. He just kept it there, moving with slightly more pressure. They just looked at each other until she dropped her eyes. 




American Mom Ch. 03



'Oh shit' she thought, 'this young guy is a beast' 

She heard some movement near her and looked up to see a couple moving past, both of them looking at her, not smiling, but not looking un-approvingly either. 

"What?" Paul asked. 

Francine realized she had just muttered something aloud. "I said, I enjoy your touch." she said. Again she lowered her eyes. 

"Good," he replied. There was silence for what seemed a long time. He seemed to be considering something. Then he spoke. 

"I am going outside for a smoke. Join me." 

It was not a question, it was a command, and he turned without even waiting for a reply.

Francine stood, her eyes glancing around the room as he walked away. She noticed others watching her now. Apparently a few more men had entered, and a couple stood nearby, pretending to look at something, but were clearly watching her. 

The door has hardly closed behind Paul when she took a big breath. "You want this Francine." she said faintly under her breath to herself as she followed his path to the door, her heart beating like she was going to jump off a thirty foot high dive into a pool.

Outside Paul stood a few yards from the door, lighting a cigarette as she approached. The smoke curled up in continuing wisps, shimmering darkly against the blue summer sky. 

"You came," he said. Without another word he removed the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it to the ground, and then kissed her. It was a hard, passionate kiss, and she seemed to just melt into him. At that moment she did not care who might see her. Her internal lust was controlling her.

She could feel his hardness press against her leg. With one hand behind her head, he kissed her with a passion that flamed her lust. His impatient tongue thrust into her, and she responded back in kind. For long moments he held her, kissing her passionately. His hand grabbed a handful of her hair, stroking and pulling her face against his. His other hand firmly pawed up the material of her short skirt before grabbing her bare left buttock. 

When he stopped, he pulled her head back by the handful of hair still in his fist, his other hand remaining on her bare ass, as she gasped for breath. "Oh wow," she said.

He grinned. "I know why you came here today, Francine." 

"And why is that?" She asked dizzily, recovering from his kissing assault while rubbing her hand on top of the one he had on her ass cheek. 

He laughed. "Well is certainly isn't just to buy a sex toy. Not dressed like that. You're dressed to hunt lady." Paul pointed toward the far side of the parking lot. "Let's go sit in my truck." 

Francine hesitated, briefly looking towards the entrance of the store and the road. "I don't know..." she muttered as he walked away. 

"Come on. It's safe. Lots of people around; and lots saw you come outside with me." He reached for her hand. She put her hand in his and let him lead her to his pickup truck, not saying a word as she attempted to pull her skirt down over her rounded ass, trying to conceal her exposed skin that was on display to the hot sun and anyone who happenned to look. 

Paul opened the passenger side door for her and helped boost her up into the seat. She realized he could see her pussy as she swung her legs around. When he entered the other side he moved toward her without pause. 

One hand quickly shot beneath her short skirt, forcefully grasping her wet pussy and pulling at her brown pubic hair. The other hand went around her, grabbing and holding her long blonde hair again as they kissed. 

The fire between her legs was hot, as first one finger, then two, slipped between her lips to enter her. Her body arched involuntarily and she pushed back against them, helping to push them further in. 

"Damn you are wet." Paul said, removing his lips from hers and watching her beautiful face contort as his finger continued to probe her. "Very wet. You are one hot slut Francine." 

"Uhhmmmm. Yes." she said, moaning in a low, guttural voice. She thought she would climax moments ago when his fingers first went into her. Now she knew she would. 

Seconds later, her body was convulsing in a wild bucking motion, waves of illicit pleasure sweeping through her body. "That's it. Fuck Yeah Baby. Cum for me. Cum good you sexy slut." She heard his voice as if far away. Francine continued to orgasm, until at last his fingers slowed and the waves decreased.

She realized her hands were around him, holding him. His face was inches away, with a look of wonderment. "God Damn, woman. You can really cum!"

It took a lot for her to simply say "Thank you." She moaned with lust, her body not yet fully over her climax. 

Paul moved away, backing against the driver side door. He unzipped his pants and took out a long, hard cock. Francine could see that it was longer than Stan's, and thicker. He was about to say something when without prompting she leaned across the bench seat of the truck and placed her mouth around the head of his erect prick.

"Ohhhhhhhh." he said. Francine looked up and smiled. "There was a drop on top. I couldn't let that get away." Then she went back down on him.

Years ago Francine had loved sucking cock. She was had always been good at it, not that Stan ever let her. He thought oral sex was for whores and sluts. Now, fueled by a lust stronger than she had ever known, she was a wild animal, lustfully sucking the cock of another complete stranger, this one appearing to be the age of her nineteen year old daughter. 

One of his hands rested on her head, gently pulling her by the hair up and down his cock. "Oh fuck," he said. "Oh shit lady. Do it. Suck that cock. Ohhhh yes."

Francine's tongue swirled around the prick in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. She twisted her mouth back and forth as she sucked, and licked. Then she moved further downward, to lick his big heavy balls, loaded with cum. Then she was back to the head of his hard penis. 

"Uhmmmm..." she moaned rowdily as she felt his strength, the rigid thick prick pressing against the inside of her mouth. She felt the warmth, and the texture of his bare skin. She could even feel the ridges that traced along the length of it. As it went on and on, Francine savored every moment of her debauchery. 

'Imagine the ladies in the PTA if they ever saw me like this, sucking a sexy young stranger in a truck in the parking lot of a sex store while he moans and grunts his approval of my efforts.' she thought. 

Her concentration was brought back to the present. "Lady, is it Okay if I cum?" Paul asked. 

Francine lifted her head and looked him right in the eyes. She felt no shame. She felt like the beautiful slut she always knew she could be.

"Yeah baby. I want you to cum; but only if you take some photos for me while I suck the cum from your cock." She said with sparkling eyes as she reached into her pocket and dug out her iPhone. 

Before handing the phone to the young man Francine took a couple of smiling "selfies". 

First she held the cell phone down low in her left hand as she smiled and stroked his hardened cock in her right hand. *FLASH* the photo showed both of their faces clearly. 

For the second photo she leaned forward, looked into the camera with a big smile, and tongued the head of his cock. *FLASH*. 

For her final shot she plunged her mouth over his hard shaft and took a close-up of just her face and his hard member piercing her lips. *FLASH*

"You are one hot bitch," he said as she handed the iPhone to him. He began shooting photo after photo as he drove his steel-hard prick deep into her mouth with great force, while she attacked her own pussy with her free hand. Now he was fucking her mouth like a piston, reaming her face with force, pulling all the way out only to drive it back deep into her mouth. *FLASH*

"Tell ME! Do...you...want....my...cum?" His voice was strained from the superhuman physical effort. 

"Mmmmphh..." came from her mouth. She managed to pull his cock from her mouth and say one quick word. "YES!" And with that she felt his prick pulse as she shoved it, jerking and twitching, back inside her mouth. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine felt the first blast of cum erupted into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and her body responded in ecstasy with his. Violently, her whole body jerked as she came, and her pussy went into an uncontrollable clutching and releasing around her fingers. 

Her wedding band had somehow become tangled in her brown pubic hair. The contrasts between the pleasure and pain she was feeling were maddening to the hot Mom. 

Some dark deep sounds came from Paul, grunts that were timed with each hard thrust into her mouth. Excess cum flowed from the corners of her mouth as she convulsed in pleasure. She felt her own juices pouring out of her, flowing down her thighs and onto her stockings.

"God, I'm cumming all over myself" she whimpered as another hard pulsation racked her body. The waves of rapture increased. Although she had never really stopped, she realized she was cumming again. 

"Fuck. You've got quite a mouth," Paul said, slowing his pace to feel her sucking at his penis. *FLASH* 

Finally it slowed. The waves of her orgasm were still there, like a symphony of sexual feeling gradually fading. His cock pulled out of her lips, and she felt even more of his hot cum drip on her tits. 

They were both shaking now. She would have fallen to the floorboard without his hard grip on her bottom, his fingers pressing into her and holding her from collapse. For long moments they stayed like that as she savored the hot dirty feelings.

"You are some woman." He said at last in an almost normal voice. He turned her around and kissed her, this time a softer, deeper kiss. As they exited the vehicle he walked over to stand by her at the passenger side of his truck. 

"Can I have your phone number?" he asked as he gave her his on a slip of paper. Her hands trembling, she wrote a fake number on the back of a tiny piece of paper and they exchanged numbers. "That's my cell number, but be discreet if you call," she said, trying to sound sincere. He just nodded, and walked back to the driver's side of the truck. 

"Be sure to text me some of those photos Francine." Paul called as he pulled off." "Sure will." She lied as she watched him drive off without even waving at her. As his truck raced past the other cars in the lot her eyes were drawn to her SUV at the end of the parking lot. "Time to go." she realized. 

As she got ready to get in her car Francine looked at her watch and saw she had at least another hour before she needed to head back to Langley Falls. She smiled and spun on her heels and headed back to the front door of the sex shop. 

"I have got to put together a plan to get Stan to loosen up and join me in my new hobby." She thought "There must be some way to convince him. To make him think it would be his idea to show me off to other men." 

She finished her thought as she opened the store entrance door one more time.



American Mom Ch. 04



It was late afternoon as Francine Smith arrived home from her Saturday morning Pennsylvania porn store visit. The day's activities had left her feeling relaxed and confident. She had felt enough self-admiration and assurance that she left the top buttons of her pink dress undone to reveal much more cleavage than normal. 

The sun was still bright and the temperatures sweltering as she parked her SUV in the garage. As she opened the door from the garage she noticed a flash of red and blue scooting through the back yard just as Roger the alien entered from the Dining Room, distracting her attention. 

Dressed in an ill-fitting business suit and comb over toupee, Roger waddled through the kitchen towards the garage. "Later Franny." He called out as he walked by. "It's going to be a busy afternoon at the car lot. Have a trailer full of Mini Coopers arriving this afternoon that are not going to sell themselves." 

SLAM, went the door to the garage as Francine stood with a blank expression. Before she could move, the door swung open quickly. With a smiling face, Roger asked innocently, "Did you remember to get my Legerdemain like I asked?" 

Roger stared with a quizzical look as Francine's expression momentarily went from smiling to zombified. Her soft mouth hung open as she stared off into space, tiny beads of sweat forming on her upper lip. Rogers gaze fell to her heaving breasts. He watched intently as her nipples began to harden and press against the soft material of her dress.

"Okee Dokee then," he sarcastically spit. "Maybe next time don't ask if someone else needs you to pick something up for them while you are out." He finished just as he slammed the door closed.

Francine stood transfixed in place for several minutes as she felt the thrilling changes running through her body once more. As her vision began to come back into focus, she could feel the adrenaline rushing through her body, pumping blood to her various erogenous zones.

Her mouth suddenly dry, she stumbled to the refrigerator and grabbed a Mike's Hard Lemonade, pounding it in several long gulps. Grabbing two more bottles, she left the kitchen and went to sit out in the back yard by the pool for a while. 

With the sun still hot and the early evening breeze she relaxed back in her chair. Satisfied no one could see into her secluded spot, she opened her bottle of Mike's Hard and pulled out a joint she had rolled earlier. After a few lung-fulls, she decided to undo the top buttons of her conservative pink dress and catch some rays on her cleavage.

Lying back in the reclining chair on the lawn she halfway dozed off in the heat of the afternoon sun. She had been napping for about 20 minutes in a half-asleep state when she was awakened by a rustling sound coming from the bushes at the back end of the garage by the garden. The pretty blonde mother listened for a moment. "Damn birds." 

After a few minutes she heard the noise again but still thought nothing of it. Looking down at the sweat pooling in her cleavage, she unfastened yet another button on her dress and spread it open revealing even more cleavage to the warmth of the sun, along with the edge of her pretty lace bra. 

Just as she settled down to enjoy another few minutes in the sun, there was an almighty crash behind the garage, quickly followed by a strange groaning sound.

Francine quickly leapt to her feet and ran to the back edge of the garage to see what all the commotion was about. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she saw a ladder, and her son Steve lying in a crumpled heap in the hedge row separating the garden area from the rest of the back yard. He seemed to be in some pain. "Don't move Steve!" She cried.

Without hesitation the kind hearted, if buzzed, mother rushed as quickly as her stilettos would allow. She rushed through the gate and into the garden where her son had managed to crawl out from the bushes and onto the grass. As he lay there, staring up at the sky he could hear the "click clack" sound of her heels on the garden paver stones as she hurried to him. 

"Oh Steve! Where does it hurt?" The worried mother asked. 

"My leg." he groaned as he held the top of his thigh. "I think I've pulled something." His face was beaded with sweat and his expression was one of a person in great discomfort. 

"Oh no!" Francine said, "Okay let's see what we can do." She looked down unsure of what to do. "Lay still Steve. Don't move it. I know a little bit about massaging muscles and stuff. Maybe I could try and massage it. Would that help?" 

"I guess that might help." Steve replied in agony. "I'm sure it's probably a muscle pull or a bruise. It's got to be worth a try Mom." 

"What were you doing on the ladder anyway Steve?" Francine asked as she stood over him.

"Uh...the ladder...Owwwwwww! My leg!" Steve cried out, attempting to distract his mother's line of questioning. 

"Okay; okay. Let's have a look," she said as she knelt down on the soft grass beside him. Without much effort she saw him staring at her chest with some obvious interest. It was then that she excitedly realized the top few buttons of her blouse were still undone. 

As Francine tried to mull over what her son was doing on a ladder at the back of the garage, she realized that he was getting a spectacular view of her cleavage, together with a brief glimpse of her lace bra. 

'Was Steve spying on me?' She wondered with a smirk. 'I've had suspicions for a while that he has been stealing peeks at me.' She though with narcissistic pride. 'I mean, after all, he is a normal teenage boy; with a really hot mom.' She smiled to herself as she continued thinking about what he had been doing as she worked on his leg, making sure there were no broken bones. 

'On the one hand I'm pretty sure that was him running across the back yard when I got home, but on the other hand it makes no sense. He wouldn't have had a good vantage point from behind the garage to see me in the chair on the other side of the yard.'

She continued rubbing as she noticed a cordless power drill lying in the bushes. "What were you doing with the drill Steve?" she asked with casual curiosity. 

"Oh; heh heh." he nervously giggled, "Dad asked me to tighten down...uh...well...uh...the downspout! Yeah; that's it. Dad asked me to tighten down the downspouts. And I fell off the ladder then."

The area where he fell was so secluded from the neighbors and their own house that Francine had recently begun using it as a private area to sun tan. Well, in truth, once she and Stan had their sessions with Roger the psychologist she had recently started back with a couple of old habits behind the security of the garden hedges. Francine had begun using the protective privacy of the garden hedges to tan in the nude, while drinking wine and smoking weed. Just like the average housewife and mother of two that she is. 

Although the absence of any tools other than the drill would certainly suggest Steve was up to no good, she had no real proof. She couldn't help but wonder. It was a fleeting thought and she quickly put it out of her mind. 'He deserves the benefit of the doubt.' She decided.

Kneeling down she noticed she was displaying a portion of thigh to her son's gaze. Just as she thought she should adjust her clothing, a devilish thought popped into her head. 'What's the harm in letting him look? If it makes his day, especially after that nasty fall, then what the hell?' she thought to herself as she placed her soft hands gently onto his scrawny knee. 'This may be a golden opportunity to do a little harmless teasing.' She decided. Without giving it too much thought Francine resolved that was exactly what she was going to do.

Steve was wearing baggy old khaki shorts, so she carefully began to feel her way from his knee and upwards along his leg. "Tell me if I hurt you honey," she said in a kind, caring tone. 

"Uh, yeah, sure; I will," he replied with a look of sexual tension on his face that Francine had seen before on the men who she had recently been teasing. It was the same look that used to annoy her when men stared at her, but that she was now beginning to realize she delighted in seeing. 

Nervously he stroked his hair with the palm of his hand.

Francine knew exactly what she was doing as she felt her way along the inside of his thigh, gently massaging as she went. Her son's face was a picture of a boy clearly lost in the whole experience. He had no idea how obvious he was being as he just stared at his mother's cleavage and legs.

"Okay Steve, let's see if I can't help you with this pain." The pain was the last thing on his mind as his beautiful mother teasingly felt her way higher and higher under his loose shorts. Coupled with the incredible display of her cleavage and thighs, and he couldn't control the inevitable reaction of his rapidly swelling teenage cock.

Francine could see by the gradual tenting of his shorts that he was enjoying her attention. She continued to act innocent as she slipped her fingers up his thigh, under his shorts and started to gently rub. His balls were only a few inches away, yet still she manipulated and massaged further and further up. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

The air was electric and Steve had suddenly become very silent. "Is this helping Sweetie?" She asked pretending to be unaware of the spectacular view she was giving him. 

"Yea." he squeaked before quickly clearing his throat, "Yes; yes that's certainly helping."

"Good," she replied as she realized not only was her hand up his shorts, but also inside his equally baggy boxer shorts. This became obvious when she felt the back of her fingers brush against something warm. Her son gasped as if struggling to catch his breath and Francine realized that she was touching his ball sack with the back of her hand. It was only a light touch, one that she easily pretended not to notice, but it was a touch none the less. Steve Smith began to tremble with excitement.

Francine continued for a few seconds massaging his inner thigh with the backs of her fingers, lightly tickling at his scrotum. As she moved her hand around, she extended her little finger slightly causing its tip to stroke one of his balls. "How's that Steve?" She innocently asked, "Any better?" 

The young teen was clearly thrilled by what his hot mother was doing. Unfortunately it left him incapable of speaking. All he could do was nod his perspiration covered head in agreement. After a few more seconds of merciless teasing, Francine slowly withdrew her hand back down his leg. She decided that was just enough, and that she couldn't continue for fear that he might soon get the wrong idea.

Francine took the opportunity to suddenly look down at her gaping blouse. "Oh my word Steve. Look at me. Oh how embarrassing! Couldn't you have let me know?" She scolded. With that she pulled her hand out from his shorts. Standing up quickly, she began to button her dress back up. Steve felt waves of disappointment wash over him, although The tightness of her blouse stretched across her huge knockers did provide him some solace.

All was not lost however. He noticed that in standing astride him this way he could see straight up his mom's skirt between her legs. Not caring now if she saw him looking or not, it was clear this was an opportunity not to be missed. He could see her bare inner thigh.

'With a slight duck of my head I might be able to see her panties.' He thought to himself. As he tried to work up his courage, Francine saw him looking. Still in full teasing mode, she gave him a few seconds to enjoy the view before eventually stepping over him and moving to one side before he could see that she was wearing no panties. 

Francine felt she had now gone far enough. 'So my son is clearly a dirty boy under that innocent looking exterior.' She decided. 'He must have some oversized underwear on.' she continued in her thoughts, 'They were bunched up so much in the front that it made it look like he had a python balled up in there.' 

She smiled, dismissing the thought further as she realized she had managed to tease him as far as she dared. She knew only too well what she could drive men to do, and not wanting to push her luck with her own son she decided enough was enough. "Let's get you in the house," she said.

His reaction couldn't have been more obvious as he pulled his knees up, attempting to hide his erection. "Uh...I don't know Mom. I don't think you are strong enough. Can you get something for me to lean on so I can pull myself up...maybe one of the decorative canes in the upstairs hallway?" 

"That sounds like a good solution Steve." Francine said as she turned and entered the house. When she got upstairs she found an appropriately sturdy walking stick in the cane stand located at the end of the hallway.

"Good thing Stan wanted these stupid things as a decoration." She said as she grabbed it and hurried to the stairs to go back down. It was then that she saw the closed door to Steve's bedroom. She didn't know why, perhaps just plain curiosity, but she felt the urge to have a quick peek inside.

Knowing Steve was still laid out in the garden she knew there was no chance of being caught, and so she opened the door and crept in. She had not been in his room for a few days, and it looked exactly as she expected, a mess. "Typical teenage boy." Francine muttered. As she was about to leave, something caught her eye. A chair was positioned just to one side at the window facing the back yard. In the chair was a towel covering something boxy looking. 

Francine went to the window and looked out. The window was located in the very corner of the house with a view into the backyard. She looked around and was surprised to see Steve lying on the ground on the other side of the garden hedge behind the garage. 

"That little perv has been watching me sunbathe in my private spot." Francine laughed out loud. She looked down at the towel on the chair, and quickly pulled it back. Underneath the towel was a professional grade Canon digital camera with a huge telescoping lens. Marked on the side were the words Property of Pearl Bailey High. "I guess there are some perks to belonging to the camera club." Said Francine as a million thoughts raced through her mind. 'How much has he seen? How long has he been doing this?' she wondered. 

Grabbing the camera, Francine turned it on. The view screen on the camera was huge. She began to go through the photos. It took several minutes before she first found photos of interest. The first ones were of his sister Haley, lying out by the family pool. "So Stevie has a crush on his big Sis." She chuckled. "Or at least he thinks she looks good in a bikini." 

As she clicked through the photo's she muttered in her own defense, "My tits are way bigger and nicer than Haley's are, Steve. Hummpf!" 

Soon Francine's suspicions were confirmed, and her ego soothed. Photos began showing on the viewer of Francine entering the secluded garden area with a lounge chair, towel and cooler. When she set the chair up she was unknowingly facing perfectly in Steve's camera view. There were up-close photos of her setting up the chair, smoking a joint, and applying tanning oil. LOTS of photos of her applying tanning oil. 

"Uh oh..." Francine said after seeing forty or fifty photos of her lying on her stomach, legs spread wide and her top undone to prevent tan lines. She knew what was coming next. 

The series changed to her turning over, and setting her top down on the ground in one swift motion. The next several hundred photos showed Francine laying on her back, her big tits gently heaving from the center of her chest as she applied copious amounts of tanning oil. "That little devil caught me teasing my nipples." Francine said in astonishment of the fifty high quality close-ups of her pinching and teasing her oil soaked nipples. "I look so beautiful in the photos." She remarked. "And he really is a great photographer." Francine said with pride as she started formulating a plan to take advantage of his skills. 

Francine left his room and hurried back down the stairs and out into the garden. Giving him the walking stick, she made her excuses and quickly left. Steve was left somewhat confused by her sudden hurried departure and couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. 



American Mom Ch. 05



Sunday morning, before the rest of the family awoke, Francine Smith went to the back side of the garage to see if she could discover what her son Steve was doing in the garden when he fell off the ladder the day before. Having already confirmed her son had been taking photos of her from his bedroom window while she tanned topless in the garden, she suspected he was up to something around the garage. 

As she looked around she realized he must have had a reason to be up off the ground on the ladder, so she raised her focus up to ten feet or so off the ground. There was no indication of activity in the tree line. As she turned slowly in an arch, her curiosity was raised by a strange appearance on the garage exterior. About twelve feet off the ground was a perfectly drilled, golf ball sized hole. The cut looked fresh. Inside the hole was a dark covering. 

Her curiosity leading her on, Francine went through the house and into the garage, climbing the ladder to the storage loft. In the back wall of the loft was a ledge wall about four feet tall. In the wall was a two foot by two foot door with a padlock. 

'I don't remember ever seeing this door.' Francine noted to herself. 'But then again, I make Stan pull down all of the Christmas decorations from the storage loft. It seems like Steve volunteered to do that starting a couple of years ago.' 

Francine tried the padlock, but it was secured. Understanding the way men think, Francine started feeling around the roof trusses for a key. Sure enough, it was in a wooden beam off and to the left about a foot. "Men, what simple creatures." She said to no one.

Francine released the lock and opened the door. The area was totally in darkness. As she started to crawl into the opening she was startled and frightened to feel something thin stroke her face. "OH SHIT!" She loudly squealed, before quickly realizing it was just the string on a light fixture. She gathered her wits about her and pulled the string. 

The light bulb illuminated a room behind the door that was eight feet long by five wide and four feet tall. It was tall enough to sit up in comfortably, but would be impossible to fully stand up in. There was ratty looking carpeting on the floor, and a tattered old rocking style gaming chair.

Against one of the short walls were an old TV and VCR / DVD burner combination sitting on top of a dorm sized refrigerator. Francine opened the refrigerator door and found five assorted soft drinks and one bottle of Mike's Hsrd Lemonade. Opened bags of Doritos and Cheetos with chip clips holding them closed were piled in a box in one corner of the room. Empty cans, chip bags and a coule of discarded Mike's bottles lay against the other corner. "Just a normal bachelor pad." Francine laughed.

She followed the cables from the burner along the wall until they terminated at the family's HD video camera, positioned at the hole in the back of the garage. Francine leaned over and turned everything on. As an image started to appear on the TV screen her breathing became much more shallow. Her heart began to beat harder as she saw the a close up, angled shot of her lounge chair behind the hedge. "That horny little perv! He's not only taking pictures of me and Haley from his room, he's been videotaping me tanning too." 

As if possessed and unable to control herself, the beautiful blonde mother leaned against one of the walls of the fort and rolled over onto her butt, spreading her knees wide. She had an overwhelming urge to rub her engorged pussy. Unzipping her tight jeans, she struggled to push them below her knees. As she began playfully teasing her puffed-up clit her mind ran wild. "I really must be one hot slut." She whimpered. "Even my own son thinks I'm so hot that he has to have photos and videos of me." 

As the attack on her wet pussy intensified, her mind ran wild. "If I had known I was putting on a show for you Steve, I would have put a hell of a lot more effort into it." She moaned before suddenly stopping her self-pleasuring. Her mind had become filled with obscene images as she fought to control her building climax. "Uhmmm. God Damn." She moaned. "Could I really do what I am fantasizing about?" she asked herself as she weakly began to pull her panties and jeans back up. 

Rubbing herself briskly over her jeans several times before struggling to pull her pants back on, Francine turned the equipment off and put everything back the way she found it. As she was crawling out of the club house, rubbing her thighs together to stimulate her blood filled pussy, she decided to pursue her wicked thought. A huge grin formed on her face as she exited the room.

Later that afternoon, with the temperature in the mid-nineties and with Haley, Stan and Roger all gone for the day, Francine began preparing to head out to catch some rays. She instinctively knew that Steve would start looking in the garden as soon as he knew she was laying out soaking up some sun. She felt so lewd, lustful and naughty. "If he wants to spend his afternoon spying on dear old Mom, then I should at least give him a good show." She decided as she tried on her new bikini. 

"Steve," She yelled a few minutes later through his closed door. "Is your leg doing any better this afternoon?" 

"It's a little better mom." He replied. He wasn't going to tell her it felt all better, fearing that she might want him to do some work around the house. 

"Okay honey," She replied. "I'm heading out to work on my tan. Just call my cell phone if you need anything." 

"Okay mom." Francine could hear him moving around his room before she had even begun to head down the stairs.

"Showtime!" she announced with a flair as she strutted across the lawn in a pair of four inch heels towards the back of the garage. She felt beautiful and charged with eroticism. 

The shoes and daring suit she was wearing were part of the clothing she had been gifted with by the owners of Happy Time Book and News and Lingerie Store. A shiny gold Brazilian style suit, the tiny bottom was a thong that exposed her entire ass. The tiny triangle in front was so small that she had to take a pair of scissors to her brunette pubes.

The top consisted of two triangles similar in size to the bottom that barely covered her nipples, leaving copious amounts of her bobbling tit flesh oozing out of the cups. She was wearing a sexy little gauzy wrap around her waist to somewhat cover her exposed ass cheeks. 

Francine took extra care to swing her hips with a flurry. She opened the garden gate and laid her beach towel on her lounge chair. She then gracefully sat down and made a theatrical production out of smoking a fat doobie. "I'm not even sure Steve knows what pot is," She giggled, "let alone knows what this Chronic can do to a horny woman's mind and body." 

Slowly, dreamily she began pouring some oil in her palm. Reaching down to her ankles, she began rubbing it slowly up her legs. Francine's 38DD breasts were trying their best to bust out of her tiny string bikini top as she moved forward and back, moving her oil soaked hands up her legs to rub her thighs. She cautiously looked up towards Steve's bedroom window through her dark sunglasses. The telephoto lens of his camera could be seen comically peering through the blinds. 

The sexy mother then poured a thick line of warm tanning oil along her arms, spreading it over her shoulders, and on to her breasts. Moving oil around her breasts, Francine pushed her oiled fingers deep into her cleavage before laying back and spreading oil on her stomach. 

"I bet I look so sexy right now! Steve must be snapping a million photos." she told herself without any shame. An occasional flash of light reflecting off his camera lens was the only sign that she was on display. "I wonder if he would have the balls to let some of his little friends see my pictures?" She wondered, already knowing she was ready to give him one hell of a display to photograph.

She continued to rub more oil down her stomach to the edge of her little string bikini. She spread her legs wide; very wide as she spread oil into the crease of her thigh. Moving the material of her bottoms to one side, she exposed her pussy lips under her muff as she coated them in oil before once more concealing her pussy. 

"I feel so damn sexy and hot knowing that Steve is watching me." She moaned as she slowly moved over to lie on her front side, undoing the string holding her top. "I wonder if his little dick is getting hard yet?"

She carefully reached around and applied oil to her back. By reaching back she knew that her breasts were exposed to some degree. She then focused on her legs, applying the lotion on the back of her thighs, then down her calves, before moving her concentration right up to her fully exposed ass cheeks. 

She rubbed and kneaded the oil into her ass, enjoying her own stimulating massage. "OHmmmm." she moaned as she ran a finger into the crack of her ass. She parted her legs just slightly, and then moved her hands back to the inside of her thighs. As she rubbed her legs, getting more aroused, she reached up and deftly pulled the entire tiny top out from under her heavy boobs. 

Francine lay still on her stomach, naked and shining in oil and thinking of her next move to tease her son, for nearly fifteen minutes, covered only by the string running between her ass cheeks. Eventually she leaned up on her elbows, partially lifting her boobs from the lounge chair as she drank a bottle of hard lemonade. Each lift of the bottle exposed massive side boob to her son at his vantage point. 

Finally she could contain herself no longer. "Here you go little Steve." She said dreamily. "It's time to turn over." The heat from the sun combining with the pot gave her an intoxicating rush as she struggled over onto her back, her fully exposed breasts bobbling seductively in the bright sunlight. Francine gazed through her dark sunglass lenses breathlessly at Steve, who now stood revealed in his window. 

Maintaining her stare at his window behind her glasses, Francine settled in a new position, with the soles of both shoes flat on the ground on either side of the lounger. Grabbing the tanning oil, she poured until her hand was full. Leaning back in the lounge chair Francine poured the oil from her hand onto the tops of her exposed breasts. She began to rub and massage them, tugging on her nipples and twisting them. "Oh fuck. Uhmmmm. My breasts feel so fabulous; so full and firm. Such sexy, tight, hard nipples." She whimpered out loud as she stroked them.

She spent several minutes covering and re-covering her voluptuous tits in the sensuous oil, using first one hand and then the other hand to lift or move the wobbly mounds while her other hand rubbed down her breasts like a baker making up loaves of bread. 

She kneaded and caressed and rubbed them until they were slick with lotion, glistening in the sun. She enjoyed the feel of her soft skin wrapped around her firm abs that were just barely outlined. Not too defined, but enough to show just how fit she was. She rubbed oil into her naval playfully, before moving on. 

"Are you ready for this, Steve?" She asked softly as she looked up and saw that he was in his window as she reached for the delicate string holding her bottoms. Purposefully she lifted her hips and pushed the bottom of her swimsuit to her knees, before gracefully pushing them down her legs, coming to rest in a puddle around her left ankle. Pouring the tanning oil directly on her skin, she ran lines from her left knee, up her thigh, across her dark haired pussy, and back down her other leg. 

Francine gently raised her hips as she ran her left hand through the hair at the top of her pubic mound, slowly delving down into the small patch of her thick brown bush. She casually rubbed the oil into her inner thighs with her right hand while her left hand had the pleasure of coating her clit and pussy lips. She studied her exposed clit closely, thinking of it as a raw, exposed nerve, touching it gently, rubbing lotion on it, squirming, just this slight touch was bringing unbearable pleasure to her.

Francine parted her legs just a little wider, making sure Steve had access to photograph her clit and pussy, which she was meticulously covering in lotion. She remained silent, except for an occasional moan, lost in her own thoughts, enjoying this most sensual routine. 

She stroked her sleek thighs, working her way down to her slender ankles. She undid the straps of her shoes on her ankles and slid her shoes and panties off long enough to rub her feet, taking note of her toes before putting her sexy four inch heels back on, wrapping the straps back around her ankles before placing her bikini bottoms on the ground next to her.

After rubbing the tanning oil in for several minutes, Francine gazed over to Steve's window to see if he was still watching. "Oh shit!" she said under her breath. Steve was standing and looking though the opening between the window frame and his curtains. She could not see below his waist, but because of the way he was standing Francine could see through the opening that he must have had his cock out and was stroking it.

This confirmation that he found her desirable and beautiful only made her more determined to tease him harder. Her pussy went to dripping mode. It was time to turn up the heat. "Act Two" she sang out softly. 

An evil thought quickly entered Francine Smith's lust clouded brain. She reached over and grabbed her cell phone and quickly called someone from her "favorites" list. The phone rang several times before going to voice mail. Francine rubbed her hard nipples with one hand while she redialed the number. She noticed that Steve had left his spot in the window. For a second time her call went to voice mail. On the third try the other line answered. "Uh...hello?" came Steve Smith's meek voice from the other line. "Hi Steve. Watching anything good...on TV?" Francine casually asked her son, as though she was out shopping or getting gas. "Uh...on TV? Yes...on TV...watching an old movie." He replied nervously. "Well don't get over stimulated." She snickered, unable to help herself in her current stoned and horny condition.

"I thought I ought to check up on you. Leg still doing ok?" she asked as her hand moved down to her clit. "Uh, yeah..." he said with a little more conviction. "OK Sweetie. Let me know if you have any requests. You know...if I can do anything for you. Bye." She smiled a lecherous grin as she inserted a finger in her wet cunt. "Uh...OK." came Steve's response as she hung her phone up with a laugh.

Francine settled herself back down and lay back so that when Steve worked up the nerve to look back out the window he could take in the view of her tits as a backdrop to her spreading her legs to show him her wet pussy.

Her tummy was rising and falling as she saw the curtain open in Steve's window once more. She pulled her knees up slightly and slid a finger slowly down her tummy. She dug her fingers into her oil slick skin, inching slowly toward her little pussy. She slid her fingers around her oil soaked pussy hair and her slick lips. Soon she was aggressively fingering herself in full view of her own son.

Her heart pounded and the excitement spread all the more quickly. The more excited she became the harder she pumped her fingers in and out of her wet hot pussy. She could see he was looking right at her through his camera lens, at her pussy and her finger going inside it! 

She wanted desperately to give him a hot show. She pulled her fingers out of her dripping pussy and quickly moved them up to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked up the fresh wetness of her pussy juices. It smelled and tasted wonderful. She began to think she would go crazy if she didn't get off. 

Francine moved her ass toward him a little to the right, facing more towards the window, so that he could get a perfectly straight view of her open pussy lips. As she moved her ass, she spread her knees out as wide as she could. Francine reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, plunging her middle finger inside again. 

She wasn't even being subtle now. She was showing off for her own son...having sex with herself for his camera! She dizzily stood up so that he could see her ass as she bent over and opened up her pussy. She looked back as if he was behind her, ready to fuck her doggy style. She wiggled her ass as she spread her lips with her left hand. Francine grabbed a rock hard nipple and lifted it up so she could kiss, suck and bite her own nipple. 

Oh how it felt so good to just let go like that...to let Steve watch...to let it show...to play openly with her pussy and tits. She wanted him to see and photograph it all! "Unnnghhhhhhhhhhh" she cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm shook her to her toes. 

Exhaustedly, Francine slowly drifted off to sleep on her lounge chair under the baking sun as she formulated the next step in her sexual awakening.



American Mom Ch. 06



With her husband Stan having been out of town on assignment for more than a week after their Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy session, and with more than a week of being left to her own devices, Francine Smith was primed and ready for an anything goes night out. 

"You know what you kids should do?" asked Roger the alien as Francine and Stan sat watching TV in the family room. "Since Stan is going to Afghanistan for several weeks on Thursday, you two love birds should go on an overnight getaway in Baltimore at a hotel I know of. They have a bar that hosts some of the better local bands." He suggested. 

Not that her husband ever had a clue about it, but having spent countless nights in her teens meeting big bands like ZZ Top and Def Leppard from the cozy confines of their tour busses, Francine was not too crazy about the idea of going to see a bar band. 

"I don't now Roger. A bar band?" she asked dismissively. 

"Oh you two will love them. The band's name is Legerdemain!" said Roger coolly.

Francine and Stan both sat unresponsively. As sweat formed on their foreheads, their stomachs began to turn with building excitement. Rapidly beating pulses were followed quickly with blood rushing to their nether regions. Stan began to feel a steely erection form, just as Francine's vagina became wet and engorged. 

As they began to become conscious of the presence of each other, the thought of going out to the hotel with her husband now began to appeal greatly to Francine. 

"That sounds like a fantastic band. Come help me pick out an outfit to wear Stan." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs to their bedroom, leaving Roger as he watched "Family Feud".

Stan sat, still dazed on the bed as Francine rummaged through her clothes and picked out a nice white skirt and frilly black underwear. Her inner tease was pushing to come out. 

'I want to show off for all the men. A really sheer top would be so sexy,' she thought, before speaking out loud to her husband. 

"I want to look really hot on your arm tonight, Stan...you deserve that." She nonchalantly remarked, holding out a thick black sweater and a sheer peach button up blouse. "Which of these two do you think I would look the sexiest wearing?" she smiled, already knowing the answer.

Feeling flush with pride that his beautiful wife wanted to look sexy just for him, Stan grabbed the peach top "How about this one Francine?" 

"You know Stan," she paused for a moment. "Now that I think of it, I don't have anything to wear over it." 

Stan looked at his wife with a confused expression. 

"It's too sheer to wear alone, silly...isn't it?" she asked shamelessly.

"Why do you need something over it?" Stan replied innocently. 

"Don't be silly," she admonished him, "this black bra I'm wearing will show right through it." 

"That's kind of the point." Stan said laughing. 

Francine gave him a optimistic look. 

"How about you just switch out the black bra with a cream colored one?"

"I don't know Stan." she started. "The only cream bra I have is a little sexy." 

"Just try it on and see." Stan offered.

Francine relented with a smile and pulled out a cream bra from the pile of clothing in her closet that the owners of the Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store had gifted her with. Cut low, the cups were sheer and covered with a lace front, the bra was much sexier than the first one. 

Stan enjoyed watching her undress and put on the sexy bra. 

'You know,' he thought with a smile. 'For a thirty eight year old woman Francine still has outstanding tits. Nice 38DD, hard nipples pointing up at a slight angle, very little perceptible sag.' 

Stan was really enjoying looking at his wife recently, even after all these years. He even had begun to enjoy the looks from other men, jealous because his hot wife was not with them.

"Oh Stan, I don't think this is going to work. This top is very sexy. If you look really hard you can just make out the color of my nipples through the bra and blouse. Would you want me to be dressed that sexy for you?" she baited him with a pretty smile. 

Thinking quickly, Stan turned down the light in their bedroom. "Look at that. See; no problem now." Stan said as he turned her towards the mirror. "See! In this level of light, like we will probably have at the bar you really can't see through it at all." He finished optimistically. 

"Stan, I still don't know." Francine said, feigning discomfort. 

"Please, just wear it." he demanded more than asked. 

"Okay Stan. I'll do it for you." She said as she turned with a huge smile on her face and kissed him on the cheek. 

'That was much easier than I thought it would be.' Stan thought to himself as he got dressed. 'This is going to be a great night.' 

'That was easier than I thought it would be.' Francine thought to herself as she got dressed. 'This is going to be a great night.'

Being a Sunday night the hotel night club was not too busy when the Smith's arrived. It mostly looked like regulars clustered near the bar. Stan selected a booth in a dark corner not far from the door, but across the room from the bar. 

The band was not too bad, not quite their taste in music, but good enough to dance to. Stan had a few more beers than he normally would since they were staying at the hotel. Francine maintained a steady pace and got tipsy, but never sloppy drunk. 

As the night wore on a few more couples drifted in. They were never alone on the dance floor, but the place never really filled up. Around eleven that night the crowd started thinning out and the band played their last number. It was Monday in the morning after all. Even though they didn't like the song too much, Francine and Stan still took the dance floor to get one more in.

When they sat down Stan noticed that Francine was sweating slightly. To his delight he noted that the lighting was much more intense than he had anticipated. Her nipples, darkened by her recent nude tanning, were slightly visible through her blouse. 

"You look pretty hot Francine." Stan said smiling, "Why don't you undo that second button." 

Francine looked down at her blouse "That sounds like a good idea." she said with an intoxicated grin. 

Stan was a little surprised, but very happy when she reached down and popped the button loose. As they talked over the course of the next few minutes Francine thrust her shoulders back. The motion caused her blouse to open up a bit more at the top, showing off more of her upper chest and just a hint of cleavage. 

'She's not exposing much,' Stan noted to himself 'but that's still very daring for the Francine I've known for twenty years.'

Francine seemed so comfortable with the situation that Stan just had to see if he could push it further. "You really look sexy tonight." He said, blatantly buttering her up. "But do you know what would really be sexy?" 

"What's that baby?" Francine asked, staring deep into his eyes, hoping her husband was ready to push the limits of her comfort zone. 

"If you would just pop that third button. Now that would be really sexy." 

Francine felt herself shudder with excitement. She knew that the third button was just above the center clasp on her bra. If it was unbuttoned then her full cleavage would be on display as well as some of her bra. "Oh Stan...I don't think I could." she said, acting as if showing off more of her assets was beyond the realm of consideration. 

'Her words said no, but her eyes just twinkled in excitement.' thought Stan. 'That gives me a little hope and encouragement to try harder.'

"Oh, come on Francine. Nobody will know except for you and me. Pop it." Stan challenged. "You know you want to." Stan just threw that last part in to dare her.

"Oh, so now you think you're a mind reader do you?" Francine giggled as her hand moved up her chest towards the button. 

'Do it! Do it!' Stan chanted softly. 

When she reached the button there was a slight hesitation, and then she quickly undid it, as if she might chicken out if she did it slowly. 

Stan's eyes opened wide. 

'This is going just as I planned.' said Francine to herself. 

'This is going better that I planned' said Stan to himself.

His cock was hard in his pants and the blood pounded in his ears as Francine looked coyly at him and casually sipped her drink as she rested her breasts on the table top. 

Over the next few minutes nothing was said, but her blouse opened up considerably as she reached over and squeezed his hand. Stan didn't know if she was trying to get it to open or if she just wanted the reassurance of his touch, but he loved it either way. All of her cleavage was now exposed along with the top swells of her alluring tits. Stan could see the tops of her sexy bra peeking out.

"You are a goddess Francine." 

"I love you too Stan. You are getting me really turned on, telling me to show off like this." Francine laughed. 

'Please ask me to show more.' She thought to herself. 

She could feel her nipples getting harder. They were flirting like teens now and Stan was really enjoying the game. 

'I need to take advantage of Francine's playful mood tonight.' He thought to himself 'I wonder how far I can take this.' 

"You're sure acting a little wicked tonight." Stan observed. 

"Hmmmm. wicked can be fun." Francine replied with a sparkle in her eye.

Stan decided to go for broke, all cards in 

"If you really want to be wicked, you'll go into the ladies room, remove that bra, and walk back out here." He said. "Keeping all three buttons on your blouse undone, of course." 

'There!' Stan said to himself. 'I've thrown down the gauntlet. Now to see how she responds.' 

"That would be really wicked and exciting Stan; but I don't know if I can do it." His wife smiled approachably.

Initially disappointed, Stan suddenly realized that Francine had not said she would not do it. She had said "I don't know if I can do it". He felt like she just needed more encouragement. 

"You underestimate yourself Francine. I know you can do it. And I want you to do it. Be wicked tonight. You know you want to." It was a risk using the same gambit as before, but it had worked earlier, so Stan thought he had nothing to lose.

Francine didn't say anything for a moment. She had already made up her mind that she was going to do it. In her mind she NEEDED to do it. She just sat there looking with a poker face past Stan, as if deep in thought. Stan couldn't read her face, and was beginning to lose confidence that she would do it. 

Suddenly she downed the rest of her drink in one big gulp and stood up. "Order me two more screwdrivers, and have them ready by the time I get back." 

Stan watched silently, his mouth gaped open, as his pretty wife walked across the floor towards the restroom, her hips swaying seductively as every eye in the house watched. 

Stan quickly walked to the bar to order two screwdrivers for Francine and another beer for himself. "So, is that your wife?" the bartender asked as he delivered the drinks. Stan nodded in the affirmative. "You are one lucky guy, she's smoking hot." he said with a wry smile. Stan agreed with him, paid for the drink and returned to their booth. 

Stan sat there, pulse pounding as he wondered if she would really do it or not. He barely made it back to their table with the drinks when he saw the door to the ladies room open and Francine emerge. 

After she took a few steps Stan could tell by the movement of her big breasts under her sheer blouse that she was now braless. Then Stan's eyes were drawn to her bra, clenched in her left hand. 'She did it! She really did it!' He said to himself, fighting off the temptation to yell it out loud.

Watching her walk that short distance across the floor to their booth was one of the most erotic things Stan had ever seen, and certainly the hottest thing he'd ever seen Francine do outside of the bedroom. Several men in the bar had seen her exit the restroom. Their eyes never came unglued from her undulating breasts. 

Before she sat down, his wife reached out and dropped her bra on the table. Stan looked at it, then he looked at his wife, and then back at the bra again. Even wadded up it was obvious what it was. Everybody watching would know too.

"I need some more liquid courage if I am going to let you take advantage of me like this." Francine giggled as she downed the first drink in a five second gulp. 

"The bartender said he thinks you are a smoking hot babe." Stan said. 

"Does he now?" she replied, blushing even more deeply and pulling her shoulders back, forcing her heavy boobs up. Stan watched as the red color spread across her chest and her nipples visibly hardened under the blouse. 

"It's not polite to point." Stan said as he looked directly at her tits. 

She smiled. "Somehow I don't think you mind." She giggled as she rocked her shoulders to move her tits. 

"In this case; no." The blood was pounding in his head again. Actually the blood was pounding in both of his heads. Stan was so hard his cock ached and he was sure he was leaking pre-cum. 

Francine was a bit flushed, but she also looked radiant. They played their flirtatious game until Francine finished her last drink.

"Shall we go to the room now?" She inquired. 

"Do one more thing for me before we go." Stan requested. "Undo another button." 

Francine looked over towards the door, thinking about the fact that they would have to walk past the bar on the way out. She looked back at Stan, licked her lips nervously and asked "Are you sure that's what you want? Because so help me, I'll do it." 

Stan looked her in the eyes and said as calmly as he could "Yes." 

"You want me to undo another button; even though all of those men are going to see my boobs bouncing under this sheer blouse as we leave?" 

"Yes!" He repeated.

Francine Smith reached down and popped out the fourth button on her blouse. Now her blouse was open almost down to her navel and only two buttons were holding it together. Mustering her courage she stood up. 

"Okay stud; walk your horny wife to the door before she fucks you right here in this booth in front of all these peole."

Stan stood up, grabbed the bra off the table, took his wife's hand and started for the door. He tried to look straight ahead as nonchalantly as possible, but he couldn't help glancing over in Francine's direction. He could see the edges of the two halves of her blouse fluttering and threatening to blow completely apart as they walked. Only those two little buttons were preventing it from rendering her effectively topless. 

As it was her big tits would be exposed to anybody with a direct side view, like the bartender and anybody else sitting at the bar that happened to turn around at the right time.

Her big boobs jiggled provocatively under the loosened sheer blouse, her distended nipples clearly detectable. As they approached the door Stan saw the bartender leaning in and talking to all of the men sitting at the bar, grinning. All of the patrons turned around quickly on their bar stools, leaving no doubt about what the bartenders conversation was.

When they got to the door Stan held it open for Francine and as she passed through the threshold into the dim parking lot, a small breeze blew in and caused her blouse to billow out like a parachute. Momentarily her tits were completely exposed to view from the front and Stan thought the final two buttons might give way, but alas they held and the breeze abated. Her blouse fluttered down to a more modest position and they headed through the maze of hallways to their hotel room.

Once they were on their way to the room Stan had a chance to think about what had just happened. His wife had exposed herself in public to a degree Stan never thought was possible, and he loved it! In fact she still had not attempted to button up her blouse as they walked through the hotel. When Stan looked over to her he could see almost all of her big right tit through the gap in her blouse and her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer blouse. 

"Why did you do all that?" Stan asked with a smile. 

"What, unbutton my blouse...or take off my bra?" She teased with a smirk. 

"Both, actually." 

"Because you wanted me to." was her simple answer. 

"Really?" 

"Well, you said you wanted me to be wicked tonight, and when I thought about it, I realized that I wanted to be wicked for you. I thought it might be fun; and it was" She explained. 

Stan digested that for a moment. "So, it was fun for you?" 

"Oh Stan. That was way more than just fun; it was exhilarating." 

"For me too Francine, for me too." 

Stan went quiet for a moment. Francine could tell he had something on his mind. 

"What are you thinking about Stan?" she asked thoughtfully. 

"Did you really enjoy showing off to other guys for me like that Francine?" 

"Absolutely Stan! I really, really got turned on showing off for those other guys. But only because you told me to." 

"It really turned me on too Francine. Everyman wants you, but you are mine to play with as I want." He paused for a second, working up his courage. 

"Since I am going to be gone for the next three weeks, I feel like I need to ask you something tonight." 

Francine gave him a loving look. "Go ahead Stan...you can ask me to do anything for you." 

"Would you consider taking another step or two forward in our little game tonight?" Stan suggested with a raised eyebrow. 

"Maybe Stan." Francine said with a twinkle in her eye, playing semi hard to get. "What do you have in mind?" 

Ten minutes later Stan and Francine were in their car driving to a far end of the hotel parking lot, next to a convenience store. After only a few minutes, they spotted a single man entering the deserted parking lot. 

He looked like a legitimate target. Probably late teens or early twenties, stocky build with a 5'10 frame. Gel kept his blonde hair in position. Francine stepped out of the car as the kid approached, a look of strong willed intent in her eyes as Stan pulled his cell phone out of his suit jacket and turned on the camera function.

Stan's attention grew as he watched Francine shift down her top to reveal a little more of her braless cleavage and pulled up her already short skirt a bit more. She looked like a complete slut. Anybody seeing her for the first time would not be altogether surprised by tonight's showings. 

As she made herself ready, Francine was nearly hyperventilating at the thought of what she was about to do in front of her husband. 'I can't believe that in just one short evening I've convinced Stan into watching me be a teasing slut for him.' She thought to herself as she checked her flirtatious outfit one last time. 

"Smile for me Francine." Stan requested. Francine saw the cell phone pointed at her and smiled seductively as he took her photo. *FLASH*

Francine nearly melted when Stan took her photo. Events of the past few days had brought back memories of when a boyfriend in high school had taken Polaroid photos of her nude soon after they started dating. She really couldn't know which had turned her on more, posing for her boyfriend's camera while sucking his cock, or finding out months later that he had shown them to his friends.

"Stan, that is so hot! Are you really going to take my picture while I'm doing this?" she purred sexily. 

"I want to Francine; but only if it's okay with you. But I really, really want to." He replied as the stranger approached. 

"Please Stan. I really want you to take them baby." Francine replied, pursing her lips and partially closing her eye lids seductively. "I can hardly wait to look at them later; together." She finished. 

It was clear that the stranger was trying to not be obvious about his glances towards Francine out of the corner of his eye as he walked by, but a red-blooded male is a red-blooded male, and an attractive blonde showing more flesh than she should is always going to attract attention. 




American Mom Ch. 06



"Hi there!" Francine called to him, "I was wondering if you could help me out with a little problem." She used the line confidently. 

The boy stopped dead in his tracks, as Francine leaned back against the car, rocking her boobs seductively. She watched as the stranger tentatively approached, making a cautious glance over to Stan, who intently watched Francine's every move in silence.

This was it. They both knew that this guy wouldn't be able to resist the offer Francine was getting ready to make; the offer Stan and Francine had agreed to earlier. 

The stranger arrived at the door, and peered inside curiously, keeping a little distance from the situation. Francine made a bold move towards him, invading any stranger's concept of personal space. "What's the problem? Can I help you?" the man asked. He spoke in a smooth and friendly southern accent.

"Oh I'm sure you can young man," Francine replied. She was making no attempt to disguise her gaze, looking him up and down while she licked her lips and leaned forward in her opened blouse. Anybody would be forgiven for thinking she was going to eat the guy alive, judging by the way she eyed him with her tongue moving over her red lips in that manner. 

As Francine spoke she stretched out her hand, and placed it flat on his stomach, leaving the stranger confused a little as he stood motionless.

"You see, my husband is driving me around town tonight, and he is..." Francine looked the stranger confidently in his eyes. "...making me give out free hand jobs." 

She moved her right hand down from his shirt and to the front of his pants, taking a good healthy grip at his cock. "Would you mind if I play with your dick? I think we would both like it. The only catch is you have to let my husband take pictures of me, while I take care of you." Francine said sexily while looking him deep in the eyes. He quickly nodded his agreement, soon followed by the sound of his zipper being opened. *FLASH*

Francine guided her hand into the stranger's pants as the young man glanced nervously into the car, with an inquisitive look towards Stan. "What can I say? Enjoy it dude, she's great." Stan replied.

Motivated by Francine's hands on his cock and the dirty talk, the teen dropped his pants to his ankles with gusto. His cock was semi-erect and growing rapidly while Francine pawed at its underside. 

She was pleasantly amazed at the size of it. This guy was a handful. She moved two of her fingers against the length of his semi erect prick, watching it rise to full attention before her eyes. 

The stranger knew full well his enviable size and noticed a look of almost childlike surprise and excitement on Francine's face. "You like what you reeled in lady?" teased the teen. *FLASH*

Francine looked up at the stranger, and replied. "Plenty enough for me to work on, young man. I'm a lucky girl." 

"Well then rub my cock already. I haven't cum in almost a week." He matched the dirty talk coming from Francine's mouth. 

Francine retorted by pointing out that this could soon be rectified. "You watching Stan?" Francine called, never removing her gaze from the strangers hardening cock. She moved her hand elegantly along the big cock as she gained a little rhythm, the stranger letting out groans of satisfaction all the while. *FLASH*

The stranger's hands lowered from a tight grip on the car roof as a beep was heard from the horn of a passing car that was gone before they could react. The moment though was not lost, perhaps even the levels of excitement increased, as the stranger's hands roamed down to Francine's tits, cupping and squeezing them through her sheer top. *FLASH*

"Uhmmm. That's it. You like my tits?" Francine asked with a seductive look. She turned to face Stan, her hand still stroking the strange hard cock as the man teased her hardened nipples over her blouse. 

"Is this what you wanted to see Stan? A stranger fondling my big tits? I think he should pull my tits out of my blouse; don't you?" Stan quickly nodded his head in agreement. *FLASH* 

The emboldened stranger lowered his hands and undid another button on Francine's blouse. He eased it open and pulled her now exposed breasts out over the top of the one remaining button. "Jesus. Your tits are perfect." The man moaned as he began to play with Francine's hard ripe nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers and thumb. *FLASH*

Francine let out a little squeal of delight as she matched his nipple play by gripping the head of his cock and twisting it slightly, pulling the man slightly closer to her. Then she held her fingers across his shaft, flicking with her wrists and moving up and down. All the while she called out to her husband.

"Ohhhh...this is such a hot idea you had Stan! I can feel his big cock throbbing in my hand." *FLASH*

She felt a hand from the driver's side reach for her ass. As Stan intently watched, unable to keep his hands off her, Francine increased her pace gradually as she worked the man's cock up and down to the same rhythm that the guy fondled her tits. 

As small droplets of cum emerged from his prick, her increased jerking motions sent splatters flying through the air like raindrops onto Francine's lap. *FLASH*

Francine's lust was increased by the sight of the precum and by the grip on her tits from the stranger. "Oh, FUCK YES! Oh Stan; I think he's going to cum. I'm gonna draw out every drop of spunk I can from his big balls." *FLASH*

Working away with her right hand, Francine's left hand cupped at the stranger's sack. "Come on big boy, drench me with cum. I want it now. Give it to me!" She was beginning to raise her voice, demanding a climax to this semipublic session. 

The stranger groaned, his balls tightening suddenly as they responded to her fingers, squeezing out the juices within. *FLASH* By now the stranger's hands had moved from her breasts and onto the back of her head, firmly trying to push her head towards his cock as Francine tensed and held her ground. *FLASH*

"Easy now. You have NO idea how bad I want to put this big cock in my mouth." Francine said as she aimed his cock to her tits, squeezing and pulling at it. 

Stan was stunned, yet immensely excited to hear his wife talk about sucking a cock. She hardly ever would for him. The thought of her sucking another man's cock exciting him was not something he thought he could ever share with her. 

"But that's not what my husband has told me to do." She said looking over and smiling sweetly at Stan. *FLASH*

"Fuck yeah. Watch me Stan. Watch me make this guy leave cum all over my big tits. You like me acting like a sexy slut; don't you Stan?" said Francine, her eyes half closed. *FLASH* 

"This kid wants me to suck his cock Stan. But that's for you to control; right Stan?" 

"Every man we meet wants you Francine." Replied Stan in a daze. "They are all jealous of me for having you. The guys at work and at the club all want to fuck you Francine, I can tell." He said wistfully. 

"You know you control whose cock I suck, don't you Stan?" Francine lied, leaving her mouth opened in a provocative fashion, hoping Stan would order her to put the strangers cock in her mouth. *FLASH*

"Are you going to tell some of your friends about this Stan? Tell them how I did all of this just for you?" 

'Oh fuck,' thought Stan. 'That is an incredibly hot idea. I wish I had the nerves to show my friends these photos.' 

Francine continued. "Are you going to show these pictures to them Stan? None of their women are sexy like me; are they Stan?" *FLASH* 

"No way Franny. No Way!" he finished, leaving Francine wondering if Stan meant no way he would show her pictures to his friends, or no way were any of their women sexy like her.

As the guy spewed hot cum onto her chest Francine held firm as each contraction shot more onto the creamy puddle forming on her skin. The guy said he hadn't cum in a while and the evidence was there to back that up. 

When he was spent she released what had become an almost vice-like grip as his prick began to soften. To Stan's beaming delight, she ran her fingers over her wobbling jugs, rubbing cum into her skin. *FLASH* *FLASH*

The stranger's eyes were like coals as he stared at Francine's glistening fingers on her chest. Her tits rippled while she massaged her tits, knowing how it would turn on her audience of two. She played with her big boobs like a pro. She could have easily been performing at the end of a porno scene with her skills. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Stan leaned over, with a desire to share a private moment with Francine while the guy zipped up his pants. "Okay, she's got what she wanted. Now fuck off buddy!" Stan exclaimed, letting his gun show under his suit jacket to emphasize the point they were finished with him, at which the boy quickly slinked off ashamedly into the night.



American Mom Ch. 07



Stan woke up the next morning and got up quietly to let Francine sleep a bit longer. He decided to make a call to room service for breakfast. They told him that it would take about a half hour to bring the food up so he sat out on the balcony to clear his head. 

The events of last night were still fresh in his mind. As he looked out on the urban cityscape he wondered what life would be like if he and Francine indulged their animal urges as they had last night on a frequent basis. He decided he could get used to this life real fast!

It was getting near time for their breakfast to arrive so he went back into the room to wake Francine. When he came inside he saw that she was still fast asleep. She was lying on her stomach with the sheet down to just above her ass, her naked back on display. Her face was turned away with her blonde hair splayed out across her face and pillow. Her big left breast was pressed beneath her and bulged out to the side. It was a beautiful sight! 

'What if I don't wake her?' Stan thought 'What if room service came up and saw her just the way that I see her now? She isn't showing too much and if I just play dumb it would seem like an innocent mistake. If Francine wakes up she can just cover herself and no harm done.' 

As he waited, looking down at her, he couldn't resist seeing a little more. 'Hell, she is my wife!' Softly he raised the sheet off of her body and brought it down below her feet. She was totally naked with her beautiful round ass facing up. Stan did nothing more than to just look down at her body as his cock began to thicken inside of his boxers and he reached down and unconsciously squeezed it through the thin material.

Suddenly he heard a quiet knock on the door!

"Oh shit! What should I do?" he muttered as he started for the sheet to cover her. The knock of the door resonated again. His mind was filled with lust as he thought about someone walking in on his naked wife.

Before the room service bellman could knock a third time, Stan turned to open the door throwing caution to the wind. He quickly looked through the peep hole and saw that it was a young man in his early twenties. Stan cracked the door open just a few inches and peeked outside. 

"Sorry...I didn't hear you. I was outside. I think that my wife is still sleeping so if you could bring it in quietly I would appreciate it." he said softly as he slowly opened the door to allow him in. 

"No problem sir." The bellman whispered back.

Stan let him enter the room fully. As the bellman pushed his cart by, Stan quietly closed the door and turned around. The bellman had stopped in his tracks just looking at Francine lying naked on the bed. "Oh I'm sorry. Maybe I should just..." 

Stan stuttered as he began a move to go and cover his wife. "No bother sir. This happens all the time. I'll be done in just a moment." He quickly replied. It was easy to tell that this was his first such situation.

As he pushed his cart to the far end of the bed Stan couldn't help but notice that Francine had changed positions. She was still facing the wall, but her right knee was now pulled up almost to her chest. Even from his angle Stan could tell that the young man must be getting quite a view of not just Francine's ass, but also her wide open pussy from where he stood.

Stan watched as the bellman took the cover off of the food and set everything up without ever looking down at what he was doing. His eyes never left Francine's naked body, and judging from the lump that was growing in his white khakis he was quite sure that he was enjoying the view. 

The fact that Francine was lying naked on display to a complete stranger was having an effect on Stan as well. He could tell that the man had finished his task as he just stood and stared quietly.

"Is everything Okay?" Stan asked. 

"Oh yes sir. Very nice. Thank you." Realizing that this was about as far as this was going, the bellman started to push his cart back toward the door while turning back to look at Francine a few more times. 

Stan tipped the bellman and as he was closing the door behind him, the bellman turned back to steal one more look as the door closed in his face.

Stan came back into the room and walked to the end of the bed to see what kind of view the bellman had. He couldn't believe his eyes. With her leg up as it was, Francine's pussy was gaped open and in plain view. He could even see her puckered little asshole. What started out as an innocent show of flesh became a lewd display of his wife's wide open pussy and ass!

"Is he gone?" Francine asked softly. 

"Uh; yes he's gone. How long have you been awake?" he asked. "Long enough." She replied, still without moving or opening her eyes.



American Mom Ch. 08



Tuesday night found Francine reflecting about her husband Stan leaving the country in the morning for his "business trip" to Afghanistan. 

'Damn it! I'm going to be flying solo for a few weeks. I have been soooo horny lately. I guess tonight is my last chance to have Stan fuck me real good and hard before being left to my own devices. Thank God we have the house to ourselves, with the kids out with their friends for the evening. Stan should be home from the office in about an hour.' she thought as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. 

Stan had neglected to replace the burned out bulbs in the upstairs hallway light as she had reminded him, so Francine was once more forced to feel her way to her bedroom door. 

"That man is useless for fixing anything around the house." She muttered as she opened the door, flicked her room light on and crossed to the walk-in closet and pulled open the doors. 

She decided to take a shower, slip into some sexy lingerie and surprise Stan when he got home. Walking to the back corner of the closet she took down a favorite sexy robe, a thin see through number that concealed nothing. 

Francine grabbed a pair of sexy heels as she made her way to her lingerie drawer, where she pulled out a black garter belt and matching stockings. "He'll fuck me silly when he comes home and sees me wearing this." She mused as she made her way to her bedside table, no longer mad at her husband for not changing the light bulbs. 

Francine reached in and felt around before pulling out a joint she had rolled a few days earlier. She smoked the joint down, chasing after it and cooling her throat with several hard pulls from a chilled bottle of Mikes Hard Lemonade she had brought up from the kitchen. 

As she made her way across the room, a naughty thought came to her, bringing a mischievous smile to her beautiful face. Without thinking twice, she strolled to the two windows of her bedroom, pulled the blinds up and opened the windows without closing the blinds. The gauzy curtains floated in the breeze.

'Who knows,' she smiled, 'maybe some lucky boy across the street or driving by gets a hot show tonight.'

Stripping out of her clothes in the bathroom as she finished her drink, Francine paused in front of the full length mirror. Bombed from the effects of the weed and booze, she admired her image, wearing just a red bra and matching panties. 

"You still got it baby!" she told her reflection with a silly grin. Turning around and looking over her shoulder at her ass, she remarked "You're looking pretty good Francine Smith for a thirty-eight year old mother of two teens!"

Turning on the shower, and adjusting the temperature to her liking, she stepped inside and stood for a long moment, just letting the jets of water caress her back before grabbing the soap and getting to work. When she was finished, she stepped out, snatched a towel and dried her body. 

She then dried and styled her hair and put on the black garter belt, stockings and four inch tall heels before slipping her transparent white robe over her shoulders, letting it cascade down over her stunning tits.

Strolling back into her bedroom, Francine made a concious effort to pass her opened windows, her breasts jigglling with each step. Her dark, silver dollar-sized areolas were pronouncedly visible beneath the thin, transparent material of the sexy white robe as she looked out into the dark night.

Francine strolled to her mirror once more, admiring the effect that her barely concealed nakedness produced. Stan had bought the robe for her for Valentines a few years ago, but she had never worn it. She had always thought in the past that it made her look slutty. Tonight she wanted to wear the robe precisely for that reason. 

As she leisurely puffed the last tokes of another joint to freshen her buzz, Francine heard the unmistakable sound of a powerful stride coming up the stairs towards her bedroom. 

"Oh Shit! Stan's home already! I'm not ready; I haven't thought of how I'm going to surprise him yet!" she panicked as she quickly put out her joint, sprayed the room with Febreze and looked to the bedroom door. 

"Shit! And I wanted this surprise to be sooo awesome." Without further thought she rushed to the bedroom door, smiled a seductive smile and turned the knob. 

On the other side of the neighborhood visiting a friend, Francine Smith's son Steve had not felt well all afternoon and wanted to just go home and go to bed. He was running a bit of a fever, and being somewhat of a hypochondriac, he was totally preoccupied in his thoughts and concerns as he walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the family home. 

Letting himself into the house, Steve closed the door behind him and tried to turn on the upstairs hallway light before walking up the dark stairs towards his bedroom. Like most teenagers he had no concept of how to walk quietly. Even in his fevered state he made enough noise in the dark staircase to raise the dead. As he stomped up the stairs, he gave no thought to the fact that he might disturb his parents. 

As he woozily made his way down the pitch-black hallway, feeling his way to his room, he was suddenly blinded by light when the door to his parent's room unexpectedly swung open. He squinted, his eyes tightly closing from the brightness of the light as a sexy female voice called out. 

"Hey big boy. Know where a girl can find a good hard cock to suck tonight?"

Steve came to an abrupt halt. He stood frozen, suddenly confronted with the curvaceous silhouette of his mother, clad only in a very revealing sheer robe. Her garter belt and everything else were on display. 

Hearing no response to her question, the horny and slightly stoned Mom tried to peer into the darkness of the hallway, a hand on one hip and leaning the other shoulder against the door jamb. She was backlit from the ceiling light in her bedroom, her spectacular body clearly revealed through the transparent fabric of her very revealing robe.

After a few seconds Francine realized that she was not facing her husband, but instead her teenage son. She hurriedly stood upright, her eyes opened wide and the smile quickly fading from her lips. "Steve! I...uh...I...I thought you were your father. He's supposed to be home. I was going to...um...I wanted to surprise him." she tried to explain, completely off guard and flustered. 

"What are you doing home so early anyway?" she asked, instinctively attempting to cover up by laying her left arm across her midsection and holding her robe tightly together, slightly off kilter. To cover-up more she laid her right arm diagonally across her chest, grasping her left shoulder with her right hand while resting that elbow on her left wrist.

Steve just stood, his eyes roaming over his mother's unconcealed nakedness. "I'm so sick I must be hallucinating." He mumbled just loud enough for his mother to hear.

The scene before him was almost too much for his young mind to compute. Sure, he had seen every feature of his mother's intensely hot body lately through the lens of his camera, but that was while he was in hiding. Now he found himself standing face to face, not six feet from the object of so much of his intense teenage lust.

He stared intently, noting how his mother's robe molded to her perfect body, the sheer white material allowing her son to see her big nipples; round, hard, and dark. He admired how her breasts were so large they would overfill his hands if only somehow he could get his hands on them. 

Lower, below her waist he could make out her inviting brunette bush between her legs. The appearance of her pubic hair still puzzled him. At his age, finishing his Junior year of High School in just a little over two weeks, it had never occurred to him that a person's pubic hair color would not match the hair on their head. 

One fact was clear as he drank in the image before him; his mother really was a hot woman, gorgeous and desirable in every way. While her face was beginning to show a hint of maturity, it was subtle enough to merely suggest that she was a woman and no longer a girl. 

Her arms and legs were well toned, with discernibly cut muscles from years of yoga and aerobics classes. Steve noted that her calf muscles were flexed to perfection at the moment while she balanced atop her tall stripper heels.

His eyes continued their trip up her legs. Her strong thighs curved naturally into what would best be described as a bubble butt. Several of his friends had leeringly described it as a black girls butt, and Steve was not sure they were incorrect. 

He scanned up past her tight little waist above her flared hips, probably not giving that feature of his mother the attention it deserved. But who could blame him when his eyes came to rest on her stupendous breasts.

Breasts? More like the most perfect set of tits he had ever seen, he quickly corrected himself. 38DD according to the tags on the bras he had seen in the laundry room, they deserved to be called anything that was less clinical than breasts. Tits, Juggs, Boobs; anything other than breasts.

He was beginning to take note that she exuded a sexuality that was cruelly intoxicating. He was sure she could hold her own with any busty porn star on the internet. 

"I asked what you are doing home so early young man?" she repeated breathlessly. She had allowed him to ogle her for well over thirty seconds, the sexual tension in the room ratcheting up . 

"Uhmm. I'm not feeling good. I don't feel good at all." was his feeble response as he leaned against the hallway wall and drank in her image.

Her entire body trembled slightly as she gazed down at herself, blushing with a sudden, intense exhilaration at how obscenely revealing her robe was; and how she had made no real attempt at covering up. She stood for several seconds, transfixed, as if unable to cover her veiled nakedness. 

Suddenly, she raised her right hand and took two quick steps towards her son, causing him to recoil from what he perceived to be an oncoming flurry of face slaps for gawking at her while she was dressed so provocatively.

"Poor baby." She cooed, placing her right hand on his forehead while circling his waist with her left and pulling him tight to her. "You are burning up. Your head feels so hot."

In a normal pair of shoes Francine Smith would stand slightly taller than her son. Tonight in her provocative heels, her chin could rest on the top of his forehead. The net effect pushed her hard nipples to just below her son's shoulders. Francine's knees nearly buckled at the boldness of her move as she pressed her breasts into her son's upper chest with a concerned look on her face.

"Your forehead is clammy, and you're shaking like a leaf." She said softly. 

Steve Smith's heart was suddenly racing one hundred miles an hour as he felt the two hardened nubs of her nipples pressing obscenely into his chest as his mother pulled him close.

"Let Mommy help you to bed." She sweetly whispered in his ear before pulling her head back and looking into his eyes. "I know it is probably making you uncomfortable seeing me dressed like this, so just close your eyes and I'll guide you to your bed, OK sweetie?" She asked before placing a loving peek on his check.

Steve gulped loudly, closed his eyes and shook his head in quick defeat. He had tried so hard for so many years to catch a glimpse of his beautiful mother in a compromising situation in person, just like this, and now he was chickening out. 

Francine turned her son around, placing her right hand on his shoulder and her left on his waist. "Careful sweetie," she cooed. "We don't want you to fall." She pulled him tight to her chest and began walking.

'I can't believe I'm pressing my nearly naked body into Steve.' She swooned as she walked him slowly toward his bed, her heart beating hard and her pussy beginning to run. 

As they entered his room Francine spotted the wide mirror over his desk, beside his bed. "Now Steve please promise me you won't peek at Mommy in the big mirror beside your bed; because I can't cover up." She said softly in his ear, knowing full well that he would not be able to resist the temptation.

"I promise Mom." He lied, as he peeked an eye open. The image that meet his gaze nearly caused him to freeze in place. His mother was walking slowly beside him, her sheer robe flapping open in the breeze of her motion.

Too soon for Steve, they arrived at his bed. "Sit down Steve and I'll take off your shoes for you; but keep your eyes closed."

Steve nodded in agreement and stuck out his left foot, even as he continued to squint at this mom. Continuing with her supposedly innocent duties, Francine Smith squatted down on her tall heels; her knees spread wide as she removed first one, and then his other track shoe.

"Stand up Steve." His mother ordered softly.

Unsure of where this was going, Steve did as instructed. Before he knew what was going on, he felt a hand grasping on the front button at his waist, and another hand quickly yanking down his zipper. 

"You can't go to bed in your jeans silly." His mother laughed.

Before she knew what he was doing, Steve quickly fell backwards into his bed, grabbing his blanket and pulling it over his tidy whities. Francine found herself still holding the waist of his jeans, now bunched down around his ankles.

'Aw; isn't that cute.' She thought to herself as she pulled off his jeans and socks. 'He's probably embarrassed for me to see his little dick; all hard.' 

As she stood up she saw he was still squinting down at her, pretending to have his eyes closed. "Good night Steve. I hope you feel better in the morning." the sexually frustrated mother told him as she left and stepped back across the hallway, closing the door to her room, leaving her son in his room alone with his thoughts. 

The lasting vision in Steve's horny teen-age brain was of his mom's big tits bouncing and jiggling as she retreated from his bedroom, recoiling away from him, in his mind. "I can't believe I blew it by staring at her." He muttered to himself softly. "And what if she had seen I had a woodie? She might have laughed at me. How mortifying that would have been."

A flood of erotic feelings began to further swell his groin. As usual, it took a while for him to achieve a full erection. "I don't think most guys my age take this long to get fully hard." he pondered, while worrying if he was a freak.

Maybe it was the disappointment of his bad luck. Sure, he felt a twinge of guilt, but he pushed that aside because his mother's complete sexiness over-rode the fact that she was, well, his mother.

Inside her room, Francine Smith staggered against her bedroom door. 

'Oh my God! That was the same rush I felt the other night at the restaurant; and in the parking lot; and in the bookstores. But with Steve?'



American Mom Ch. 09



This is a parody story, no characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

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Wednesday morning found Francine Smith kissing Stan goodbye at the front door as he left for the airport to fly to his overseas assignment. "I can't wait for you to get back home in three weeks so we can pick back up where we left off last night Stan; and last week in Baltimore." Francine smiled at her husband before kissing him on the lips. 

"Me too Francine; me too! You were insatiable last night." he responded back as he headed to the cab.

While waiting for her morning coffee to brew, Francine pondered the events of last night. 'I am so completely horny this morning still from that encounter in the hallway with Steve last night.' She thought to herself as she stared of blankly into space. 

'The teasing shows I put on for Stan in the bar and the parking lot the other night; the bookstores by myself. It has all really ignited a fire in me. All of it is so naughty and taboo.' She thought as she got up from the table and poured her coffee.

The sound of her cell phone ringing startled her from her semi-trance. 

"Oh, hey Lois." She greeted her friend Lois Griffin on the line. 

"Good morning Francine. I thought I'd call to see how everything is going. It's been a while since we talked." 

Lois and Francine had always enjoyed each others company, going back to their days of bar hopping in college. They had tons of fun back in the day, picking up guys and taking turns winning the amateur night wet T-shirt contests.

"Things have been okay I guess; although lately things have been looking up." Francine responded. 

"So is old Stan still a stick in the mud?" Lois laughed. 

"He's gotten a lot better." Francine smiled, remembering the exciting events of their Baltimore trip and last night. "He was a monster in bed last night."

"Wow Francine, look at you; sex on a school night." Lois laughed. 

Walking down the hallway while talking, her friends comment reminded Francine that Steve had asked the previous afternoon that she wake him early for school this morning so that he could finish a paper that was due. 

"Hey Lois, give me a second. I've got to wake Steve up for school. He only has a couple of weeks left to get his grades up for graduation, and he's got a paper due. The young man has failed school once and I don't think they will let him go to school next year and graduate when he is 19." She laughed as she walked over to his door, put the phone to her side, and gently tapped. 

"Steve; are you awake?" No Reply. 

Again she tapped on the door and waited for an answer. Again nothing. 

Francine turned the knob and slowly opened the door inwards. The morning sun came brightly through the window and onto her face, causing her to squint her eyes partially to shield from the sunlight. She looked across the room to where her son's bed was as she brought her free hand across her forehead to help block the light from her eyes.

As the blonde mom's eyes focused more clearly, she could see Steve laid out on his bed. His face looked so peaceful, his eyes shut tight. He was laid flat on his back with his left arm across his chest and right one over his head. Her eyes roamed down his body.

Then she saw it.

The bed covers had been completely kicked back, revealing that her young son was totally naked. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she took an involuntary sharp intake of breath and her whole body jerked backwards. Francine Smith found herself staring straight at the longest and thickest cock she had ever seen in her life. 

She stood transfixed as her eyes glued onto her son's gigantic length. Without averting her gaze she mumbled into her cell phone. "I'll have to call you back Lois." She said softly as she hung up the call without waiting for a response from her friend.

Steve's manhood was laying heavily on his stomach, slightly arched upwards, his large bulbous cock head pointing straight towards his face, covering his belly button. It was not even fully hard, yet even from the distance away that she was standing Francine could clearly see the thick veins that ran the whole length of the monster shaft as it lay against her son's diminutive five foot five inch frame. 

"Holy Fuck" she muttered as she stood completely spellbound while focused on her son's hard cock. It was easily one and a half times the size of her husband Stan's, and looked to be much, much thicker. 

Francine finally managed to tear her eyes away and look at her son's face. He had not stirred and still slept soundly, despite her earlier audible gasp of shock. 

Returning her eyes to his dick, she stepped deeper and deeper into his room, the sunlight moving from her eyes as she got closer to his bed. Now she could see the full magnificence of the hard, young cock clearly. 

She now stood just a few feet from her son's bed, looking down onto him, and the epic sight of his huge morning wood. The sunlight lit his whole figure, with the exception of a dark shadow across his stomach, caused by his glorious hard-on.

Francine fixed her gaze intently on his cock, her eyes still wide and her mouth beginning to salivate uncontrollably. Every inch of his giant pole looked shiny and perfect to her. Every vein looked ready to burst out from under the tight firm skin. His fat cock-head stood proudly, rising and falling ever so slightly as he drew each breath. It was the most hypnotic sight she had ever witnessed.

As she stood with her hand drawn across her mouth trying to prevent any sounds of shock or excitement from escaping, her breathing had grown heavy and her heart pounded against her chest. She found herself rethinking everything she ever thought was true about her son. 'I can't believe that last night I thought he was hiding his dick from me because he was embarrassed I would think it was small.' 

Her boobs heaved under her robe and she felt an intense but immense feeling deep inside. Her pussy suddenly felt hot and wet, almost willing her to put her fingers down there.

She continued to move her eyes along her son's naked frame, admiring his flat stomach, and his young sleeping face, but all the time being drawn back to his massive hard-on. 

Images flashed across the horny mother's mind. She imagined how amazing it must feel to have that huge thing plow inside her pussy. She noticed his big balls too, hanging below his legs and resting gently on the bed. They looked like two golf balls; perfectly rounded and formed. 'Full of hot and potent young cum.' She thought to herself.

She felt her pussy get wetter as his massive stick suddenly twitched. Her breathing grew heavier and she had to press her hand to her mouth even tighter to try to hold it in. 

Almost unconsciously she raised her cell phone, turning off the flash and pointing it at his massive cock *CLICK*

No mother should look at her son the way Francine did, but the sight of that cock protruding from Steve was too much for her to walk away from. *CLICK* 

She must have stood looking at him and taking photos for over ten minutes, if not longer. She just could not pull herself away from the sight before her. The sun shone down on his cock through the window, artistically spotlighting it on his frame.

Her whole body shook with intense excitement and at the same time intense nervousness. 'What would he say if he woke up and caught me staring at his huge cock? His own mother admiring that giant pole?' she thought as she set her cell phone on his dresser facing his bed and set the timer before quickly running to the other side of his bed. *CLICK* 

She looked at the image on her phone. She had perfectly captured his hard cock in shot, next to her face. Setting the camera on multi-shot, she ran back to the other side of the bed once more and posed for several photos sticking her tongue out close to his hard monster cock while looking into the camera. *CLICK* *CLICK*

Finally, she began to step back, ever so quietly towards the door. Her eyes remaining transfixed on his body, but especially on his prick. 

Francine managed to get back through the door and gently pull it back shut. She finally removed her hand from her mouth and quickly ran the short distance down the hall and into her own bedroom, closing the door behind her. She tore at the cord around her robe and tossed the robe off her shoulders. Her huge tits leaped forward as she threw herself down onto her bed and onto her back.

Now naked, she spread her legs wide and slapped her hand between her legs, clawing her fingers along her pussy lips as she looked at the images on her phone. 

Her heavy breathing caused her tits to fall and rise across her chest and her whole body shook with excitement. She doubted that she had ever been this turned on in the whole of her life. 

"OH FUCK!" she groaned out loud as she shoved three fingers deep into her wet cunt, grabbing her boobs with her other hand. She furiously pumped her hand against her wet cunt and dug her fingers in deep. She could feel her pussy muscles tighten and clench around her fingers, her whole insides felt on fire.

The sight of that huge cock just burned into her mind as she picked up the pace of her deep finger fucking. She could hear the wet squelching sounds get louder "Oh my God! His cock is soooo fucking big," she moaned as she imaged it sliding up her wet pussy. The thought of fucking her son now consumed her mind as she felt herself ready to explode at any moment.

Her heartbeat raced and her breathing grew very loud as she kept slamming her fist towards her insides, slapping her knuckles against her clit each time she drove her fingers in.

Bringing her other hand down she threw her legs high and wide and gave her clit a hard slap with the tips of her fingers, then began to furiously strum her clit with all her strength. "OH FUCK YESSSSSSS," she now screamed. Her moans of intense pleasure grew louder; and she didn't care who heard her. 

She could feel her pussy oozing all over her invading fingers and coating them in her thick hot juices. She arched her back and lifted her ample ass from the bed as her pussy clenched and fluxed, then erupted in a huge messy orgasm. 

Her whole body shook violently from head to toe while she clenched her teeth tightly as her legs involuntarily slapped together and she gripped her thighs around her fist and forearm. She rode the orgasmic wave of intense lust that overtook her whole body and soul.

Abruptly a nasty thought entered her mind. 'What the hell; why not?' she thought. Without giving it a second deliberation, she quickly jumped up from her bed and quietly hurried down the hallway to the bathroom her kids shared. Francine needed to get in there before Steve got up to take his morning shower. Haley was still away for a couple of days, so she had no worries about her daughter ruining her little plan. 

Once inside, with the door closed and locked, Francine quickly undid the belt on her robe, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall to her feet. As her body trembled with anticipation, Francine quickly pulled her nondescript nightgown up over her head and off her body, tossing it aside on the bathroom floor. "I think I'll just tease my big cocked boy a little bit to start my day off right." She told her reflection with confidence and a radiant smile.

Taking a moment, she turned sideways looking at her profile, studying herself in the mirror. Her big breasts stuck out and sat proud upon her chest, her erect nipples hard and engorged with blood from her mounting excitement. She ran the tips of her fingers over them resulting in a pleasurable sensation that shot straight to her little pussy, her arousal intensifying. 

Straightening her posture, she pushed her chest out and ran her hand down from her chest and over her belly. As she stood naked before the mirror her hand unconsciously slid back across her belly, straying lower, and into the thin line of her brown pubic hair. Francine's finger flicked her clit a couple of times. "Gawd; What a horrible time for Stan to leave for three weeks. I really need a nice, hard cock." she sighed out loud. 

She moved her hand lower, sliding a finger between the soft, moist, pliable pink folds, pressing her finger upward and inward, experiencing the sudden warm, arousing burst of sexual heat that swept through her.

"Stop it Francine! You don't have time for this. Not now; maybe later." She said softly to her bright smiling reflection before pondering deeper. 'Am I making a mistake? Is this a bad decision?' Francine quickly resolved her conflict 'Oh poo poo; there is no harm in a little teasing.' 

Bending over, she picked up her robe and tugged it back on, pulling it shut tight over her nude body and tying the belt in a loopy bow. Her nipples were extremely hard and protruding through the white silk robe, poking the material out with two noticeable little bumps. She made sure to leave an exaggerated gap in the robe. 

Looking in the mirror Francine could clearly see a large expanse of cleavage and the soft flesh that sloped between her big tits. The look was considerably sexy, just what she wanted, perfect for teasing a teenage boy, even if it was her own son. The mere thought that she would catch Steve looking at her cleavage sent a convulsion of arousal through her. She knew she was now ready. 

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. "Hey! What are you doing in the bathroom before me, Hag? It's my allotted time slot. Open the damn door!" 

'Here goes nothing.' She told herself as she confidently opened the bathroom door, her tits seductively jiggling beneath the robe as she stepped into the hallway to be greeted by her son's jaw hanging open. 

"Mom? Oh; uh; sorry. I thought Haley was in there." 

"No problem honey. Haley won't be home until dinner tonight." Francine said, her big smile spreading wider. 

"Did you get a good night's sleep? I hope you feel better this morning." she asked cheerfully. 

Steve stood in the hallway, slowly transferring his weight from one foot to the other, obviously waiting for her to get out of the way so he could get in, piss and proceed to get ready for school. "I really gotta go mom. I've been..." 

Suddenly he stopped in mid-sentence. They looked at each other, their gazes connecting for several seconds before he finally looked away, his eyes straying down, stopping uncontrollably where her breasts pushed the robe out, revealing the impressive amount of smooth, soft, deep, fleshy cleavage. His mind raced back to last night's encounter in the hallway.

Francine's pussy twitched as she saw the tenting bulge of an obvious hard-on beneath his pajama bottoms. Her face flushed when she realized she was staring at her son's massive cock coming to life. 

'Oh my God!' she thought to herself. When Steve's eyes finally returned to his mother's she could see pure wanton desire burning from them. She hoped her own eyes didn't reveal she was having similar desires. 

Suddenly weak in the knees and unable to move, her skin was afire as she looked into his dazzling dark eyes. 'My little ploy worked.' Francine thought to herself, 'It truly worked. He is getting turned on looking at me!' Francine liked the feeling. 'Uhmmm; it really feels good to be lusted after, even when it's my own son.'

She began to worry when neither she nor Steve moved as they both stood there, leering at one another. The safe, cautious part of her brain screamed 'You shouldn't have done this. You're playing a dangerous game. Why did you put yourself in such a predicament?' 

Her wild side also began pulling at her thoughts 'Fuck that! This is harmless fun. I can tease anyone I want. Why not Steve? He sure looks like he is enjoying himself right now. I'm sure he enjoyed himself last night and the other day when I was tanning.' 

Taking a deep breath, Francine cleared her throat. "You better get ready for school sweetie." 

"Yeah," Steve replied, his eyes reverting back to her deep, inviting, exceedingly exposed cleavage as he brushed by, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

'Uhhhmmmm. Steve didn't just look at me; he eye raped me!' Francine realized. His eyes had caressed her flesh, exciting her and sending waves of arousal coursing through her horny body. 

Francine had no idea how much fun and satisfaction teasing a teenage boy could bring. 'The way Steve was looking at me was just so thrilling; so exciting! I know I'll be dressing really sexy around the house for the next three weeks while Stan is gone.' 

"What a damn rush." She said out loud. The whole experience left her breathless, her pulse racing, face flush, and her pussy was absolutely throbbing and soaked.

Steve was whistling a happy tune when he came down stairs to the kitchen a few minutes later to grab his lunch before heading to the bus stop.

'What is up with my luck last night and this morning? Mom looked unbelievably hot in her robe this morning in the hall outside the bathroom; but that gown last night? Holy Shit, nothing is ever going to beat that. She looked just like a playboy centerfold.' He mused as he grabbed the brown bag from the refrigerator with his name on it. 

As he swung the refrigerator door closed and turned, he was half frightened out of his wits as he nearly ran his mother over. "Mom! What the..." he cut his sentence off before drawing the ire of his mother for cussing.

As he composed himself he noticed that his mother seemed to be wearing more makeup than normal. Her hair was more stylish as well, giving her a more alluring appearance. 

"Have a great day at school sweetie." Francine told her son as she leaned in to give him a kiss. Steve began his normal routine of turning his cheek so she would have somewhere to land her lips. Effortlessly, Francine gently caught his chin and drew his face back, closed her eyes, and landed a three second kiss directly on his lips. 

As he stood stunned, Francine headed for the back door. "I'm going to get an early start on my tan today." She called out cheerfully. 

That was when Steve noticed her attire. Francine had a two piece swimming suit on with a gauzy wrap around her waist. From under the top edge of the wrap Steve could see the waist band of a tiny gold bikini bottom rising up and over her hips. The waist met in the middle of her back in a tiny strip of fabric no wider than one inch that turned down between her butt cheeks. He immediately recognized that this as the suit she wore the a few days earlier, tanning in the yard. 

'Holy shit! Mom's wearing that Brazilian thong bikini; in front of me!' He was still staring intently as his mother turned once more and waved cheerfully. "Bye dear!"

Steve walked to the bus stop crouched over, trying his best to conceal his hard on, while at the same time trying to understand what was going on with his mom.



American Mom Ch. 10



At four thirty that afternoon Francine heard the front door creak open quietly as she prepared dinner, followed soon after by footsteps walking quietly up the stairs. 

"Steve!" she called out as she walked towards the living room. "Is that you?" 

Standing on the stairs Steve Smith looked towards his mother, and was somewhat relieved to see her wearing her regular pink dress. He was becoming concerned about his recent obsession of her. 

"Oh, hey mom. What's for dinner?" 

"Your favorite sweetie, lasagna. It should be ready in an hour." 

"Great!" he enthusiastically responded while rubbing his belly." 

'Yes indeedie...it looks like things are back to normal around here.' He told himself as he headed up the stairs. 

Before he reached the top of the stairs Francine called out softly. 

"Steve; I think I may have gotten burned today at the pool. What do you think?" 

As he slowly turned he saw his mother holding open the top of her dress, fully exposing her bra clad breasts. Steve was in a cloudlike state as Francine gazed up longingly at him. When he didn't reply, she quickly responded. "Oh silly me. You can't tell because my new bathing suit top is SO much smaller than my bra." With that, she pulled down the straps of her bra until her nipples were nearly exposed, her twin mounds pushing up and over the delicate lace cups.

Steve Smith stared blankly for twenty second before slowly turning once more and stumbling up the stairs. "Uh; yeah; you might be a little red. Can you call me when dinner is ready mom." 

And with that he disappeared up the stairs without seeing the devilish grin on his mother's face. 

Tucking herself back in her dress, Francine continued to prepare dinner, feeling so much happier than she had been twenty minutes earlier. Soon she looked at the clock and saw that ten minutes had passed since Steve had gone upstairs. 

'Haley isn't due home for an hour still, and everything is ready for dinner.' She reasoned as her mind involuntarily wondered to what Steve must be doing. 

Flashes of images; filthy images; filled her mind. Her hand found the edge of her dress for a moment, absentmindedly playing with it; slowly lifting it up. 

'I wonder if he's thinking about seeing me in the hall last night in my cute little robe?' Francine giggled to herself. 'Oh, I am so much a naughty perv. But seriously; I wonder if he's playing with that big cock of his?' She looked down and saw her tiny red panties were now exposed, her steaming pussy nearly visible. 

Her hand pulled her dress up, revealing her panties completely and exposing her curvy hips. Francine moaned and let out a sigh as she used her finger to trace her engorged lips through the transparent silk material. It was frustrating to the newly reenergized sexy mom, knowing she would be without any sex since Stan was now gone on assignment for three weeks.

Francine lifted the hem of her dress completely over her hips and spread her legs further apart as she pushed her hand down under the fabric of her panties. She immediately felt how wet she was. Her finger slid along the slit of her sex, lubricated with her wetness, and found the opening of her pussy. "Uhmmmmmmm," she moaned.

Francine stood in her kitchen with her skirt pushed up around her waist and slowly began finger fucking herself, enjoying the feeling of something inside of her. 

Leaving her skirt perched above her hips, Francine walked out of the kitchen. Her round ass cheeks bouncing softly along with her swaying hips. 'God! It feels sooo naughty to be exposed like this. Now if I only had someone to show off for.' Francine brought her wet fingers to her mouth and licked her own juices off of them, drunk with the sexual anticipation of what she was about to see. 

Her pussy was exposed now since she had slid her panties to the side, but no one was there to see her. No one except Francine knew what she was doing. She deftly reached around and felt her ass, spreading her cheeks apart with a naughtiness she hadn't felt for a long while. 'I need to showoff for an appreciative audience!' 

The newly found thrill of exposing herself in front of people had surprised her. It implied so much; so much Francine wasn't ready to analyze. The feeling was very powerful and she knew she had to bury it deep inside of her so she would not lose control.

Francine looked down at herself and realized how sexy she looked; how nicely tanned her legs were; how smooth her skin was; how nice her newly trimmed pussy was; how moist her pussy lips were; how puffy and slightly separated her pussy lips had become. 

She walked up the stairs, trembling and breathing deeply. Rounding the corner Francine saw Steve's door slightly open, the light from his room shining into the darkened hallway. She stopped, listening for any sounds.

Francine took a few steps in that direction when suddenly she heard Steve softly mumbling. "Oh fuck...oh fuck...fuck me Mom...yes...just like that...fuck my cock mom!" With her heart pounding in her chest Francine snuck up to the door and peered in. 

She saw Steve lying on top of his covers, completely naked and pounding his thick cock up and down in his fist! His bed was parallel to the door, so Francine had a perfect view of her son's giant cock as he stroked it up and down. "Oh my God...oh my God...He's sooo huge!" Francine silently moaned as she slowly reached down with her hand, placing it on her pussy.

Her fingers automatically found her soft and wet pussy lips spreading them apart, watching as her son fucked his hand "Uhhhhmmmm." Francine moaned as well.

"What's that mom?" Steve asked out loud, shaking Francine in a start from her depth of depravity. 

'Oh fuck...does he see me?' she feared, before he continued role playing with himself 

"You say my cock is too big for your little pussy? You think my cock is so fucking hard; you say you want to feel it?" He moaned. Steve stopped for a moment and Francine watched as nine inches of hard, wet cock flopped against his belly, his small fist still wrapped around the base of his shaft. Francine held her breath looking at the throbbing meat he held, her mouth immediately watering as if she had seen the best tasting treat in the world. 

His small fist moved up and down slowly; enticingly milking himself in front of his horney mother. Francine tried to look away; but she couldn't. She stood there powerless, driving another finger inside of herself while spreading her legs apart wider to give herself easier access to her dripping pussy. She was weak from watching him.

Francine watched his cock with hunger, losing track of the fact that this was her son. Losing track of the fact that this was the person she had set out days ago to tease by tanning in the nude while he hid, but who was now unintentionally teasing her. 

The more time passed by, the more Francine wanted to suck his hard cock. She bit her lower lip watching, and came without making any noise as she plunged three of her fingers deep inside her convulsing pussy. Holding her breath Francine fought not to make a sound as waves of pleasure overtook her weak body with profound intensity.

After few moments of this Francine was able to look inside to see that Steve was still pounding away at his big cock, no closer to cumming than he had been earlier. With Haley due home any moment, Francine put her panties into place and pulled her skirt back down over her waist, and grudgingly walked away. 

Francine was still frenetic with excitement when Haley came home ten minutes later. Haley walked into the kitchen dropping a bag of groceries her mother had asked her to get and sighed. "How much time do we have before dinner?" She asked looking in her mother's direction. 

"You have plenty of time sweetie, we won't be eating for another hour." 

"Mom, are you all right? You look a little flushed," Haley asked.

Francine turned away from her daughter, feeling her face warm up even more. 'Sure I'm a little flushed, I just watched your brother jack off his monster cock for the past fifteen minutes; and I got off on it!' she thought to herself before responding. 

"Just out of breath from cleaning and getting everything ready, that's all," Francine said hoping she sounded casual enough. Her daughter looked at her for a while longer and then walked away. 

"I'm going to take a long bath. Let me know if you think we are going to eat early, Mom." She said over her shoulder. Francine was finally able to breathe a little easier as she put away the groceries. 

After putting everything up she had a sudden panic attack. 

'Oh my God, Oh My God! Steve's door is still open and Haley has to walk by it to get to her room!' 

Panicking that Haley might see her brother jacking off, Francine ran up the stairs. When she rounded the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Haley peeking through the opening into her brother's room! 

'Oh god, she's watching him jack off!' Francine took a deep breath and silently walked up to her.

"Haley what are you doing?" Francine whispered hoarsely. 

Haley jumped, startled at her mother's words and immediately put her finger to her lips motioning for her mother to be quite. Francine peeked in to see what she was looking at and saw Steve, still lying flat on his back, his legs spread and cock still sticking straight up. 

"Ohhhhh God." Francine moaned softly at the sight. Haley pulled her mother in front of her and plastered herself to her mother's back, watching what was going on over her mother's shoulder. Francine was afraid to make a sound. She wanted to pull her daughter away but she couldn't yet draw herself away again from the erotic scene of Steve's cock standing so majestically. Francine felt Haley's hands wrap themselves around her stomach in a tense hug.

"Haley, we need to leave," Francine whispered to her, over her shoulder. 

"Not yet. Oh my god mom, look at how big he is; I had no idea. Did you know mom?" She whispered back. 

"Haley, we shouldn't..." Again Francine whispered knowing her daughter should not be watching this. As wrong as it was, Francine hesitated mainly due to the fact she was enjoying looking at Steve's cock so much.

Haley and Francine had a perfect view of his cock driving into his hand like a piston. Francine turned to Haley and saw her wide eyes shining with excitement fixed on her brother's cock. Francine needed to break this up quickly so that her daughter would not get any wrong ideas about her brother.

"Haley, we have to go," Francine whispered firmly. Haley turned her head towards her mother with difficulty, slowly peeling her eyes from the erotic scene in front of her. 

"Oh Mom...do we have to?" She asked, but her mother gave her a firm stare. Haley sighed and slowly peeled herself away giving Steve's big cock a last longing glance. She turned and walked into her room silently closing the door behind her. 

Francine glanced into the room absorbing the sexual scene herself one last time, sighing and wishing she was riding her son's cock at that very moment before she walked downstairs.

Suddenly her relationship with her kids had just become more complicated than ever. 'If Haley was openly willing to watch her brother then there is a strong chance she might like to take "watching" just a step further.' Francine thought as she sat down on the living room couch, reasoning through the whole situation for a few minutes. 

'What the hell am I going to do now?' she contemplated to herself.

'Damnit, this could mess up everything. I just found the perfect outlet for me; a safe boy to tease.' she thought as she nervously bit her lower lip. 'But I never expected to find out that he had such a massive cock; and now Haley has seen it too.' 

Francine sat looking dejectedly out the window for a few seconds before another thought came to her. 'But does this really change anything?' she smiled 

'Really what has changed?' she countered her self. 

'I have to take care of my urges, as safely as I can; and I can't think of anyone safer for me to tease than my Steve.' she continued. 

'And it's not like he can't handle it physically. My gawd, he must have been stroking that big cock of his for forty-five minutes.' She smiled. 

'I'll just keep an eye on Haley and make sure she doesn't get out of hand with her brother.'

Francine stood up and headed to the kitchen. Stopping at the mirror hanging in the hallway Francine stared at her reflection with a confidently smiling look on her beautiful face. "Starting now, the game is really on. I'm going to turn the heat up. That big dicked boy of mine is not going to know what hit him. Tomorrow night when Haley is out of the house at that rock festival through the weekend, things will really go into overdrive."

Meanwhile, behind the safety of her bedroom door, Haley stretched out on her bed. She reran in her mind the image of what she had just seen, trying to hold onto the sensuous feeling it had imparted upon her. The more she thought about her brother jacking his big cock, the more aroused she became. Her nipples hard and her pussy soaking, she couldn't believe just how desperately horny she was.

'Oh, what the hell.' she thought as she slid a hand under the bedding, and down into her panties and between her legs, feeling the scorching heat and soaking smooth flesh of her pussy. Lying on her back and pulling her knees up, Haley ran a finger along her swollen pussy lips a few times. Unable to stand it any longer, she inserted her middle finger into her wet slit, pumping it into her throbbing, fever-hot pussy. "UHHHmmmmmmmm," she moaned.

She began stroking her finger in and out of her wet, clasping cunt. Faster and faster she thrust into her hungry little pussy, feeling a delicious orgasm steadily rising toward the surface. Haley parted her legs further and began to hump her hips slightly against her hand as she steadily worked her finger in and out of her completely aroused pussy.

Images from the hallway filled her head, and fantasies began to take shape. She was breathing heavily and thrashing her head back and forth on her pillow as she worked herself to the very brink of orgasm. An image of Steve's massive prick plowing into her cock-starved cunt flooded into Haley's mind. 

She imagined herself on her hands and knees, her little brother behind her, furiously pounding his big, stiff prick into her as she loudly and shamelessly urged him on. She groaned at the enhanced blissful feeling in her cunt as she worked another stiff finger into her horny pussy, greedily pumping both of them deeply into the creamy, pink folds. She sped up her finger-fucking, her orgasm crashing forth as she slammed her little fingers harder and faster into her seething hot pussy-hole.

As Haley arched her back and hunched her cunt up at her deeply-plunging fingers, her mouth fell open and she emitted a low, guttural moan as she came. It was almost like some hidden, previously unknown, horny slut within her had been unleashed, and now that it was out, she wasn't strong enough to corral it and lock it back up. Sighing, as her orgasm subsided, she slipped her cunt-cream soaked fingers out of her still horny, slippery little pink pussy slit. "Uhmmm...I have to get a hold of that big cock somehow."

The dinner table that night was intense to say the least. 

Francine was still completely wound up sexually, despite getting herself off multiple times during the day. 

Steve was both excited and confused about his mother's recent behavior. He enjoyed the new found openness she was showing him, but was confused about his own response. 'And what is with Haley tonight?' he thought. 'She sure is acting strange.'

"So Steve, how are your new classes going?" Haley asked between bites, with a warm smile. 

"What? Uh; what?" Steve repeated himself, confused. 

"I asked how your classes are going, silly." She repeated sweetly. 

"Why do you care? You said I was a dork for taking photography and astronomy electives" He asked mystified. 

"Oh Steve," his sister giggled. "I was just kidding you." 

Francine shot her daughter a cynical look, thinking to herself. 'I know she is not flirting with her brother.' 

"Seriously Steve, I think those classes sound fascinating; especially the photography course." 

"If you say so..." Steve replied distrustfully as he turned his attention back to his meal. 

After dinner Francine decided that what she really needed was to relax was a nice, warm bubble bath.

She began to fill the tub with hot water and poured some strawberry scented bubble bath into the tub. As the water flowed into the tub, she began to undress. She lifted her pink dress up and over her head and dropped it on the floor near the bathroom door. She reached around behind her with both hands to unfasten her satin bra and took it off, throwing it on top of her dress. 

She stopped for a minute, looking in the bathroom mirror to marvel at her big breasts. She held them, lifting them up with her hands, as she stood there admiring them in the mirror. When she was a pre-teenager, she wished she had larger boobs like some of the girls in high school. With 38DD tits today, she was pleased with how they finally turned out. They were firm breasts and she liked the way they curved underneath. 

She began to run her hands over her massive breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples, causing them to stand hard and erect. Slowly, she turned to inspect her profile in the mirror. She loved the way her nipples pointed from her breasts when they were erect. Her fingers began to run circles around the swollen tips, causing her nipples to stiffen even more.

Finally, Francine pushed her panties over her hips and down her legs. Stepping out of them, she again turned to the mirror to view herself. Proud of herself, her silky, smooth skin covered a well-proportioned frame. Stan, as well as several other men she knew had told her she had a "classic ass", with curves gently rounding out where her butt met her legs.

Picking up her brush, Francine began running it through her bottle blonde hair. Ready for the bath, Francine turned off the water and stepped ever so gingerly into the hot water, her feet disappearing beneath the bubbles. 

Easing herself into the tub, she sighed as her muscles relaxed from the strain of the day. Leaning back against the end of the tub, she began to scoop up some of the bubbly water and poured it over her breasts. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the water running over her nipples as she continued applying the water again and again. Gently, almost sensually, she began to run her hands up and down her arms and her shoulders as she sank farther into the water.

Her hands returned to breasts as she caressed herself. Out of nowhere the memory of the events with Steve earlier played out. 'God, what a hunk of a young man he has turned into,' she recalled. 'At least from the waist down.' She laughed. 

Francine grinned as she allowed the image of her son stroking his cock to enter her head. 'Just a teenager; and he has a cock that even a fully grown man would envy. Has he finished growing yet; or will he be blessed with another inch or two before he reaches adulthood? Either way, he is one lucky boy.'

As she began to run her hands down to her stomach, Francine thought about the sight of him in his bedroom as she peered in. She could still see very clearly in her mind his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, pleasuring himself, stroking it faster and faster. She was fascinated by the sight of her young man-child masturbating and bringing himself to climax. 

In all her years, she had never seen a man stroking himself right out in the open like that. 'I wonder what his hard cock feels like,' Francine wondered, as her hands began to rub her inner thighs. She imagined herself trying to wrap her own little dainty fingers around her boy's monster organ, pumping it and jerking him off the same way he had done to himself earlier that day. Without realizing it, her fingers had left her thighs and began exploring her pussy lips as she pictured herself stroking her son's dick.




American Mom Ch. 10



'I wonder if he's still a virgin,' she thought, as her fingers traced along the length of her slit. 'Surely he's too shy at his age to have gone all the way with one of the neighborhood girls,' she realized. 'Does he realize how his huge cock measures up to the little dicks of the other boys? He must have compared himself in the boys' locker room after gym,' she figured. 'Whichever girl first discovers Steve has such a magnificent tool in his pants will be one lucky girl.'

Then Francine thought about it. 'If I was a teenager again, looking at my first dick; the size of Steve's cock might scare the hell out of me. Imagine if I had dated a guy with a huge dick like Steve's? I would have been scared shitless at the sight of that giant trying to poke my virgin pussy.' 

As she thought about Steve's "Wonder Dick" entering her pussy, her fingers found her clit. It was erect and throbbing, sticking out from between her inner lips, begging to be touched. 

At first, she just ran the length of her right index finger alongside of it, feeling the tingling sensation as she did. With the tips of her index and middle fingers together, she began to concentrate on her clit more intensely. She began to rub her engorged nub in a circular motion, creating ripples of pleasure in her most sensitive area as her mind continued to wonder what it would be like to spread her legs wide to accept such a gigantic cock like Steve's. 

She could only imagine the feeling of that huge dick entering her pussy, causing her pussy lips to stretch and open wide to accommodate its immense thickness. 'Would it hurt,' she wondered? Though she was no virgin, she knew that her pussy was tiny and tight. 'Would all of that big cock fit inside my little cunt?'

Francine's left hand reached for the bottle of shampoo resting on the dish of the tiled wall. She began to roll the bottle around in her hand, figuring that the circumference of the bottle was about the same as Steve's cock, though perfectly round. 

'Jesus,' she thought, 'that would be huge. Would it fit inside of me?' As crazy as her excitement and curiosity was making her, she wanted to know what it might feel like to have something that thick inside her pussy. 

She had to find out. 

She stopped frigging her clit, and used the fingers of her right hand to help spread her pussy lips open. She brought her left hand down, holding the bottle, and angled it, lining it up with her open hole. Carefully, she began to bottle into the entrance of her womanhood. At first, it was easy-going, slipping in about an inch or so. But it would go no further.

Francine began to roll the bottle around inside her pussy. Between her own natural lubricant that was flowing freely and the slippery bottle mixing with the warm water, she was able to push it in about another inch. 

'Holy shit,' she thought. 'What would it take to fit his huge dick in my pussy?' she asked herself, wondering if such a thing was possible. She adjusted her position and found herself lying almost flat on the floor of the tub, the water rising to cover her chin. She lifted her legs up, spread them wide, and brought them closer to her breasts, trying to open herself even more. 

Then she pushed on the bottle again. A little at a time, she began to feel the bottle slip in, filling her up as her vaginal walls began to close in around the bottle, clutching it. Inch by inch, she eased the bottle in until at last, her pussy had accepted the entire thing. 

'Oh my God,' she thought as she felt the bottle inside her. She could feel her pussy lips stretched wide apart. Never in her life had she placed anything inside her except her own fingers, tampons and vibrators. None of the cocks that had known the inside of her pussy ever filled her up like this.

Using the fingers of her left hand to hold the bottle in place, Francine resumed the finger job on her clit. With her labia stretched to the limit, her clit now stood out like a miniature penis, easily accessible to the tips of her fingers. 

Slowly, then more quickly, she began to stroke her clit. Those ripples of pleasure she had felt before were turning into waves, sending chills throughout her body. As she rubbed her clitoris even faster, she pictured Steve's young stiff cock inside her instead of the bottle. The bottle merely filled her. But in her mind, Steve's cock not only filled her; it was thrusting inside her, in and out, his cock in motion in her fantasy, as she quickened her fingers' movement on her clit.

"Uhhhmmmmm; Yes, Steve. Fuck me!" she whispered as she fingered her clit a little harder and a little faster in the tub. Her hips began to respond to the pending orgasm, thrusting up and down to meet the imaginary cock thrusting within her as she pictured her teenage son pumping away on top of her. 

The motion of her hips was causing the water in the tub to splash up against her face, but she didn't care. She was too close to orgasm to stop now. Her body tensed, muscles tightened as she strained for the release she was craving. 

She reached up with her left hand and began pinching the nipple of her left breasts as she neared her climax. Her pussy muscles contracted causing the bottle to move slowly at first, then to shoot out of her vagina. The sensation of the bottle as it slipped out of her cunt pushed her over the edge. 

Her orgasm hit fast and hard, causing her to slip down even more in the tub. As she continued to finger her clit, she struggled to keep her head above the water. "Oh, Shit!" she cried out, as the intensity of the orgasm brought her to new heights of pleasure. It was all she could do to continue wiggling her fingers against her clit and keep her head above water. 

Eventually her head slipped under. But she came up sputtering, calling out, "Don't stop, Steve. Yes. Right there!" as she imagined the base of his thick cock rubbing up against her clit.

As she came down from her self-pleasuring she began to formulate her plan for tomorrow.



American Mom Ch. 11-12



This is a parody story, no characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

*****

Francine Smith's cell phone began its rhythmic combination of vibrations and rings. Looking at the screen before answering, she saw it was her sorority sister from college, Lois Griffin. Lois lived in Quahog, Rhode Island with her family and was a stay at home housewife and mother, just like Francine. 

"Lois Griffin! Long time no see. What's up with you these days?" Francine greeted her old friend. 

"I'm in Washington D.C., if you can believe that." Lois enthusiastically responded. "I'm chaperoning my son's high school field trip." 

"Sounds like a great time." Francine lampooned. 

"For sure," Lois replied. "I'm stuck in a hotel room each night, trying to keep a bunch of high school boys and girls and their raging hormones out of trouble." The women both laughed at that thought. "Today was the last day of the trip. The kids all went back home on the bus about an hour ago."

"It's been forever since we've seen each other." Francine continued. 

"That's why I called, silly." came Lois' retort. "I stayed over an extra night, hoping you and I could catch up. I don't have to go back until tomorrow afternoon. I've got a great room with two queen sized beds, a living room and big flat panel TV. I hoped I could talk you into picking up a nice bottle of wine on the way over and you could spend the night so we can catch up on old times." 

"Sounds like a plan to me." Francine wrote down the directions to her friend's hotel and went upstairs to get a bag together. 

An hour later, Francine arrived at the hotel, parking in the covered parking structure before finding herself holding a couple of small overnight bags and knocking on the door to room 522. The door pulled open, and Francine was greeted with a big bear hug by her college friend, dressed in a simple khaki skirt and green blouse. 

"Francine Smith, you old slut from Gamma Pi! Get in here." 

"I hope I wasn't imposing, asking you to bring the wine." Lois Griffin said. 

"Of course not!" Francine said as Lois held the door open. 

"Come in and have a seat. Let me have that bottle of wine and I'll pour us both a drink." 

"That sounds like a great idea." Francine said, smiling as she took a seat on the sofa while Lois poured the wine into the insulated coffee cups from the coffee station in the room. Lois handed one to Francine and sat down on the other end of the sofa, facing her friend. 

"So, Lois, how has life been treating you?" 

"I'm living the life." Lois laughed, her short red hair shining in the light from the table lamp. "Peter lost his job at the toy factory, but he got on at the Pawtucket Brewery somehow. Little Stewie is getting close to being ready to talk." 

Francine nodded. "What about Chris and...what's her name?" 

"Meg." Lois responded dryly, "whatever on her. Chris was here in town for the field trip. He's kind of at the awkward age, if you know what I mean. Too young to drive, but too old to be a looked at only as a boy. He's almost a man." Lois laughed. 

Francine reached into her bag and pulled out a joint and lit it up. "Care to relive the old times?" she giggled. 

"Sure, I'm game. It's a smoking room." Lois replied, taking the weed from her friend and taking a long hard toke and chasing it with her wine.

"Drink up and I'll get you a refill." Lois encouraged her friend s she grabbed the wine bottle. As the two old friends finished the joint and drank their wine, Francine contemplated the truth of Lois' statement as it related to her own son. 

Lois noticed that Francine had a far off look in her eyes. "Francine?" She giggled her friends name softly. "Are you still with me?" 

"What? Oh, I'm sorry; I was just thinking about..." Francine broke off her reply and then looked down into her lap, no longer responding to Lois. 

Lois stood up and scooted across the couch. Collecting her skirt under her thighs, she sat primly on the edge of the sofa next to Francine, looking at her, letting the concern show in her eyes. Lois gingerly took Francine's hand and placed it between her own.

"Is everything alright? You look like you're about to break down and cry at any second," Lois said in a quiet, soothing voice. 

Tears formed in Francine's eyes as she fought her emotions back, not wanting to break down in front of Lois. 

"I think that this might be a good time to refill your drink," Lois said as she stood up, heading toward the kitchenette. 

"I...um..." Francine started to protest but then thought better of it. Lois was right; she could use a drink to calm her nerves. "Here, I'll help you," she said as she too stood and followed the redhead. 

Lois grabbed the bottle of Merlot and poured the wine. They took their wine and went back to the couch, sat down and faced each other. Lois held up her glass, and in her soothing voice said, "To a good glass of wine." 

Francine touched her glass with Lois' and added, "To a gracious host." before both women took a sip. The wine went down smoothly. 

"So, what's troubling you?" Lois asked as Francine pulled out another joint and lit it up before passing it to her friend. Francine took another sip while she decided how and if she wanted to answer.

"Something's wrong Francine. I'm offering you an outlet. I don't care if you tell me about it or if you just want to use my shoulder to cry upon, but you need to have some sort of release," she gently stated as she tried to hold in a big lung full of smoke before releasing it at the end of her sentence. 

"Thanks. I just don't know where to start." Francine giggled nervously.

"The beginning would be good," Lois said, smiling as she handed the joint back to Francine.

Francine smiled back. "The beginning," she said; a sudden look of dread in her eyes. 

Lois glanced at Francine. Her face was flushed, her eyes watery. "Are you okay?" 

Francine wiped her eyes. "No. Not really." 

"So let's talk about it." Lois said with insistence. 

Francine took another sip of wine and pulled hard on the joint before continuing. "This is really hard for me to talk about. I've done some very embarrassing thing; maybe made some wrong decisions." 

"Well, just talk out your problem."

Francine set her wine glass on the coffee table began nervously twisting her fingers and handed the joint to Lois. "It's complicated." 

"Trust me. I've seen my share of complicated matters. Heck, I've been involved in a lot of them." Lois laughed, causing her to cough, sputter and hack, triggering both women to break out laughing hysterically.

Francine took the joint and looked at her friend, gauging whether or not she should take a chance and trust her. She took a deep pull on the joint and plunged in. "Once I start...well; I don't know how much of this you're going to want to hear. It's sort of sexual in nature." 

"At this stage in my life, I'm well past being embarrassed by sex talk," Lois assured her, taking the joint back. "Go ahead and give it to me."

"Um; okay. I'm not sleeping well because of all of this. I'm a wreck; I guess you're wondering what I'm getting at." Francine said as she began rambling. "You see, I'm afraid I... ahh... I'm not sure if I could find enough nerve to talk to you about it. It's...well; you know...very private...personal actually. I mean; I keep telling myself I need to talk to someone about it. But I; well...uou know, I guess I'm just not comfortable." She finished pulling on the joint and stubbed it out. Both women were now buzzing intently from the weed and wine.

"Francine, just tell me. It's like taking off a Band-Aid. The quicker you do it, the less it hurts," Lois told her as she let her hand come to rest on Francine's knee. 

Francine's insides tightened from anxiety, yet fluttered with a sudden sexual awareness, the tiny hairs on her forearms standing at attention. Looking at her longtime friend sitting next to her, she could see a hunger in her eyes. 

The attraction wasn't one sided, Francine felt it too as she let out a long sigh, facing her decision with trepidation, torn between a deep yearning to tell somebody about her desires and the fear of how Lois might react when she heard her confession. 

"I've been having intense dreams...sex dreams." she finally blurted out.

"Really," Lois nearly whispered, eying her friend with startling dark eyes that looked out from under her long, fluttering lashes. "Are the dreams ongoing?" 

"Yes," Francine replied at once. 

"Well, that's not so bad." 

"Yes, it is. There is something bad about the dreams," Francine said, looking down in an intoxicated daze at Lois's hand which was now gently stroking her thigh just above the knee. "In the dreams I'm having sex with...with...with a teenager," she admitted. 

This got Lois's full attention. "Are the dreams about having sex with one of Haley's boy friends?" 

Francine stiffened and crossed her arms over her ample chest, which strained against the material of her silk blouse. "No," Francine replied, biting her lower lip.

Lois noticed her friend's stiff nipples standing out conspicuously from her soft mounds against the smooth material of her blouse, hard as little pebbles. 

'She's getting hot thinking about these dreams.' Lois thought, as she let her fingers caress Francine's thigh up to the hem of her skirt. Running her finger tips from Francine's knee to the skirt, slowly letting them drop until she was caressing her beautiful friend's inner thigh just below her hem-line.

A rush of pure lust flooded Francine's senses, she became red-faced and light-headed, her pulse pounding in her ears, her heart thudding as she trembled and shook with a shameless, wanton lust. What she sensed was about to happen just couldn't be happening. It had to be some kind of dream, caused by her deep inebriation.

"You had sex with a teenager in your dreams; but it's not one of Haley's friends. So who was it?" Lois asked in a breathy, seductive voice as she continued to gently caress Francine's silky thigh. 

Suddenly, without really thinking, Francine said it. "I...uh...had sex with...the teenager; was...he's; well! It was Steve!" 

Had Francine not been staring down at her lap she would have seen her friend's eyes light up. "Steve? Your son Steve??" Lois said with raised eyebrows, suddenly realizing that her own breathing had quickened, and that she could feel her pulse beating in her pussy, pounding out a horny S.O.S. 

Lois moved a little closer and let her fingers lightly brush a couple of inches up higher underneath the hem of Francine's skirt.

Francine's cheeks turned red with a deep blush, she shamefully averted her eyes from Lois, avoiding her now lust filled stare. 'God. Lois' finger-tip caress feels so good.' She thought as she began to open up to Lois about the dreams of the liaison between herself, and Steve; every sex filled detail. 

Between Lois's caressing fingers, and recalling the story, Francine's pussy had become very wet, throbbing with lust, drooling her juices into her panties. She was so horny that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by an almost uncontrollable sexual frustration and a newly found, deep, wanton, sexual desire for her friend.

"My God, Francine, that was the hottest story I ever heard," Lois breathed. 

"Really? But I had sex in my dreams with my teenage son!" She weakly protested, her thighs falling open just a little bit more, allowing Lois to run her fingers a little higher up the sexually charged mother's smooth thighs. 

"Really vivid...really sexy dreams. I have them almost every night." 

"Hmm." Lois cocked her head slightly and brushed a strand of Francine's blonde hair behind her ear. 

Lois cracked a grim smile and cut straight to the chase. "Let me take a guess, you really do want to have sex with Steve, so you're dreaming about him?"

Francine gasped, her eyes glancing at Lois and then just as quickly, cutting away, feeling her cheeks flushing scarlet. "How...how did you..." Francine began, lust vibrating her voice. 

"Thinking about him has made you horny Francine. Constantly horny," Lois said, sliding closer, her hand creeping up higher on Francine's thigh. A quiver of apprehension raced up Francine's spine. 

'It's was almost as if Lois can see inside my mind; read my thoughts.' Francine imagined. It unnerved her, yet was also arousing her. She spread her legs some more, just enough for Lois to gain a little better access.

Lois leaned in so that her face was only inches from Francine's and in a low, seductive voice suggested, "You know, maybe it wouldn't really be such a horrible experience if you fucked Steve. You're horny, and him being a teenage boy; you know that he's horny." 

Francine cut her off. "I can't do that. Oh God no! He's my son. It would be wrong." 

"But it would feel so right," Lois added. Lois let her lips brush against Francine's, her hand up under the sexually charged mother's skirt, stroking her inner thigh, just below her panty crotch. They faced each other boldly, a charged silence between them.

"If I had sex with Steve, I would have to initiate it. I don't think I could do that," she practically pleaded. 

"Just think about it," Lois whispered into Francine's ear. "You could let Steve fuck you all night, right in your own bed! Doesn't the thought of his hard teenage cock fucking you just get you all hot and wet? The obscene thought of sex with your own son? Letting him fuck you with his perpetually hard, teen-age cock?" Lois's fingers gently brushed across Francine's panty covered pussy mound. 

Francine moaned desperately, her voice shaky, almost as if she could barely control herself. "No, please don't! Don't say that! I...I...we shouldn't do this. Oh, God...I...oh, please."

"You know perfectly well that you want to fuck him Francine. You NEED to fuck him," Lois interrupted, her smooth voice proclaimed as she took a long, pensive look at her friend. 

Francine's face was flushed. Lois had her hand way up under Francine's skirt, brushing her fingers along the smooth flesh of the horny MILF's upper thighs, teasing her pussy through her silken panties. Lois also noticed that Francine had begun to hump her hips up and down, just a fraction of movement, but it was there, a small fucking motion. 

She looked at the blonde mother's big tits, straining against her confining clothing and saw that Francine's nipples stood really erect, stiffly showing through her blouse. Francine was really getting turned on! 

"Francine." Lois asked softly with a smile, "Are you getting horny talking about this?" 

Francine gasped, shocked that Lois would come right out and ask, but she was even more concerned that Lois could tell how aroused she'd become.

'Horny? Am I horny? Hell yes I'm horny', she thought, 'it's taking every bit of self-restraint that I can muster just to keep myself from throwing my legs wide open and masturbate right here in front of you!' 

"N...no. Why?" she finally lied. 

The sexy, redhead mom began rubbing Francine's wet, panty covered pussy. Francine unconsciously started moving her hips around, pressing her increasingly aroused cunt against Lois's hand. "I think you're lying to me Francine."

'Oh, dear lord, I am horny! Very, very horny' Francine thought as she realized just how desperate her situation was. 

She looked into Lois's eyes and knew that Lois could tell that her suspicions were correct. She had to be able to feel the dampness. 

'I wonder if Lois is horny too?' Francine chewed at her bottom lip as she naively tried to think this through. She was enjoying Lois's roaming fingers, wondering what would happen next.

"You know," Lois softly said, as she tugged at the elastic of Francine's panties, slipping a finger under the silken material, running it the length of her friend's wet pussy lips. "Maybe we should really analyze your situation. Perhaps we can figure out the reason why you want to fuck your own son so bad." Lois hissed the word 'fuck'. 

"Maybe you just can't help yourself for wanting him so badly. Why don't you just fuck him? I'll bet you'll find that he can't help wanting you either." 

"Oh, God. P...please...oh. S...s...stop it. I can't," Francine stuttered. "S...stop talking like that...d...don't. Oh...w...what are you doing?" she asked, squirming as Lois found her clit and gave it a quick rub with her finger.

"I'm just trying to help you, Francine. Don't you want to feel better?" Lois brought her other hand up to the busty MILF's chest, resting her fingers lightly on the slope of Francine's right tit. 

"I just must have a feel these big tits of yours. I bet you like to have them played with; Don't you!" 

Francine was unable to speak. She just sat there, shaking with barely contained lust as Lois continued to rub her pussy and play with her hard nipple through her dress. 

Francine Smith wiggled her ass back and forth on the sofa, enjoying the feeling as Lois rubbed her fingers over her fiery pussy lips and massaged her big breasts through her pink dress. She felt her nipples grow harder, straining against the rough fabric of her lacy bra cups.

"Do you think about Steve when you play with your pussy, Francine? Do you fantasize that it's his big cock instead of your fingers? Do you fantasize about fucking him? Do you visualize fucking your own son?" Lois asked, her voice almost a whisper. "Tell me about your dreams." 

Francine's face turned a brighter shade of red, the blush creeping down her chest. "I couldn't do that. It's way too personal." 

"Oh, come on, don't give me that. Tell me about your sexy dreams. I want to hear you tell me your fantasies. Tell me how you dream about letting your son fuck you."

Francine looked at Lois with a mixture of embarrassment, lust and longing. "Well, I really shouldn't, but I guess I can tell you. I've told you so much already," she said, shrugging her shoulders, and then continuing. 

"I dream these really realistic dreams. I wake-up and, this is really strange, it's hard to explain, but it's almost like I've really been having sex. It's almost like I can feel his presence. Does that make any sense?" 

"Sure it does, sweetie." Lois said, feeling her own pussy becoming increasingly wet and creamy as her arousal grew from the situation she currently found herself in.

"These dreams have been so different from anything I've ever experienced in the past. I normally don't remember my dreams. In the past, if I remembered anything, it would only be a snippet here or there. An impression I had, a bit of the dream; maybe a face, or location." 

Francine paused, a far off look in her eyes. "Sometimes I remember the theme of the dream, but hardly ever do I recall everything. These dreams are so unique, I can, even now, remember every touch, every caress, every moan, every kiss and flick of his tongue. In these dreams, Steve is so real, so in control, his seduction of me is so thorough and complete."

"What does he do to you in your dreams?" Lois asked, like a child listening to a particularly exciting story of heroes saving damsels in distress. 

Francine's voice dropped to a whisper as if she might be overheard, then she said, "He fucks me...and licks me." Her face turned bright red as she spoke and she looked down toward her lap, watching Lois's hand snake up under the hem of her skirt. 

"Tell me all about it." Lois commanded. 

Francine related the dreams to Lois, every erotic detail. A flood of emotions washed over her as she told her about her lucid dreams, enjoying the feel of the rubbing, probing fingers working on her aroused little pussy.

"This is very hot." Lois breathed deeply. "You're making me so horny. It's almost as if I've experienced your dreams." 




American Mom Ch. 11-12



"I know, I'm feeling it too," Francine admitted, a small smile curving the corners of her mouth. "All of this sex talk, not to mention what your fingers are doing, it's all very exciting." 

"Something must have triggered all of this." Lois asked.

"It all started last week. Both of the kids were supposed to be out of the house for the night, and I was expecting Stan home. Stan was leaving on assignment the next morning. 

I was really horny and really needed to have sex before he left, so I put on a very sexy, see-through night-gown and waited for Stan. I heard someone come in and came out of my bedroom to greet him, only it wasn't Stan, it was Steve." Francine paused, reliving the moment. 

"I'm telling you Lois, the way Steve looked at me, his eyes were hungry for me. Stan doesn't look at me that way any longer, or at least not until just recently."

Francine paused and the continued. "The next morning we had a little talk, and he told me he thought I was hot. After that, I couldn't stop thinking about him, or dreaming or fantasizing about him."

"Have you see him naked, or caught a glimpse of his cock in the bathroom?" Lois seductively asked. 

"I...no...never mind." Francine responded, not wanting to lie.

"What? What were you going to say? Tell me." Lois implored. 

Francine thought about it and then answered, her cheeks blushing. "I saw him playing with his cock in his bedroom from the hallway that morning."

"And?" Lois asked, her voice rising in anticipation. 

"He is EXTREMELY well equipped down there." Francine said, looking directly into Lois's knowing eyes. 

"How big is he?" Lois asked with anticipation. 

"Oh my god Lois. He has got to have nine or ten inches." 

Lois brought her hand to her mouth in shock. "Little skinny Stevie has a nine or ten inch cock? OH...MY...God! No wonder him seeing you in the hallway and you seeing his cock set all of these dreams and fantasies in motion?"

There was a silence between the two women, both contemplating what was said. "You fantasize about fucking him, Francine. Why don't you just straddle him and slide down on that big, teen-age cock and live out your dreams?" Lois seductively suggested once again. 

"No. I can't do that. It's wrong in so many ways. Jesus, Lois; he's my son. Besides, my fantasies; they're just dreams," Francine said.

Lois couldn't stand it any longer. She moved closer to Francine and slid both her hands up, cupping Francine's big tits, massaging them with her palms and finger-tips through her dress and bra. 

"Lois! We shouldn't do this," Francine moaned, her body trembling with lust. 

"Why not? We're all alone here, nobody to bother us," Lois knowingly smiled as she began undoing buttons, one by one, all the way down the front of Francine's dress. 

Francine submissively sat there, allowing her sexy friend to undress her. When Lois had finished, she stripped the dress off Francine entirely, leaving her big breasted guest naked from the waist up with the exception of her sexy, lace cupped bra. Reaching around her heavy breathing friend, Lois undid the clasp and helped Francine out of the bra.

"You have an incredible body, Francine. I know that Steve would love to get you naked and..." 

"No! Please stop saying that," Francine moaned, interrupting her. "It's not right. Oh, God, Lois, what are you doing to me?" Lois Griffin ignored the question, and instead concentrated on the busty mother's tits.

Francine's nipples were stiffly hard and erect. Lois was in awe as she hefted the huge tits. They were pillow soft, yet they felt firm. The perfect set of tits. "Your boobs are perfect. I've got to taste them." She whispered as she lowered her mouth, wrapping her full red lips gently around one of Francine's stiff, ultra-sensitive, rubbery nipples. Lois groaned and stared up into Francine's eyes as she sucked on her friend's nipple.

Francine laid her head on the back of the sofa, her eyes fluttering, savoring the delightful sensation from Lois's tongue as she licked and sucked on her tits. Lois was very good with her tongue, driving her friend wild until she began to coo and moan, a little sob of lust escaping her lips. 

The need in Francine's pussy had her almost beside herself with desire. She whimpered as Lois's fingers caressed her drooling pink slit. Lois kept rubbing, every once in a while allowing her finger-tips to penetrate Francine's burning hole for the briefest of moments, teasing her, whipping her further into a horny frenzy of pure, sexual, lesbian lust. 

Just the thought caused her to shiver.

"Would you like to cum?" Lois softly asked. 

"Yes, oh God yes, I would," Francine confessed. "Help me, oh God help me. I want to cum so bad," she moaned, closing her eyes, thrusting her hips. "I need it so bad." 

"Let's get these panties and that dress off then." Francine helped, lifting her hips so that Lois could slip off her panties and dress from around her waist. Francine threw her legs open, splaying them wide while Lois worked her middle finger inside of her gooey pussy, burying it up her cunt. 

Francine realized that her pussy was soaking wet, her finger finding plenty of lubrication as Lois pumped it rapidly, finger-fucking her pussy while she went back to sucking on her aroused nipples.

The flush in her cheeks turned nearly crimson as Francine suddenly realized that she'd lost all control and restraint over her lustful actions. She wasn't doing anything to resist her horny friend. She knew that Lois was as horny as a bitch in heat; just as she was. 

"You're so wet," Lois whispered to her, pumping her finger rapidly in and out of Francine's cream oozing fuck hole.

"Yes! Oh, God yes!" She gasped as Lois worked a second finger up into her wet, steamy, desperate cunt. In and out she pumped the naked MILF's juice-filled pussy, massaging the interior of her throbbing, increasingly horny cunt. 

Francine's pussy was hungrily clutching to the digits, sucking them in, soaking them with her cunt cream. The fingers began to produce a squishing sound each time Lois plunged them into her pink hole as Francine whimpered helplessly.

Lois eagerly sucked on one of Francine's distended nipples, her mouth practically covering the wide, goose-bumped areola. 

Lois went back and forth between her tits, sucking and licking both of the extremely horny woman's lush nipples. Francine writhed on the couch, finding she was unable to control her growing lust. 

"Mmmm, do you like it when I suck on your nipples?" Lois purred. 

"Yes," Francine hissed. "Suck on my tits. Finger me harder. Fuck my pussy. You're driving me crazy." 

"I think these big titties of yours have had enough attention. Let's see if we can't make your pussy feel better," Lois giggled as she slid off of the couch and onto her knees in between Francine's spread legs. 

She met no resistance as she pushed her friend's knees apart with her open hands, spreading Francine's thighs even wider, exposing her dripping cunt to her hungry gaze. She ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip as she pushed her face between Francine's inner thighs, her nose nestled in the fine brown hairs of Francine's pussy.

Francine blushed as Lois took both hands and spread her pussy lips wide apart, completely opening her wet, pink pussy. She leaned close, wiggling her tongue between the pouting cunt lips. 

"Oh, Lois! Oh fuck; oh Lois, suck me. Suck my pussy." 

"Wouldn't you like to have Steve do this for you?" Lois grinned between licks.

"Noooooo." Francine moaned softly as Lois returned her flicking tongue to her cunt. 

"Oh, no, stop, stop. Don't say that. Oh; fuck. Eat me...eat me." She cried as she humped and wiggled her bubble butt vigorously on the couch, fucking her wet pussy onto Lois's face.

"Did Steve lick your pussy like this in your dreams?" Lois tesed as she flicked her toumge rapidly across Francine's clit.

"Oh Lois, please," Francine begged, talking about her son was really getting to her. "Please, don't talk...Oh...Oh God...about Steve...oh...and Steve...Oh fuck that feels good."

Lois noticed that Francine's cunt was getting even wetter. The more she brought up Steve, the hotter Francine seemed to get. 

"Were you this hot and juicy when you let Steve lick your pussy in your dreams for the first time? Does it make you hot when I ask you these questions? Does it make your pussy cream to think about your own son eating you out? How about if you think about your son fucking your cute little pussy? Think about the way it would feel to have his big, thick, throbbing cock fucking you."

"Oh God. Oh God; stop saying that. Oh fuck! I'm getting close!" Francine moaned. 

"Look at your clit Francine. It's so swollen. Do you want me to lick it? Maybe I should suck on it," Lois teased the hard bud with the tip of het tounge. 

"Oh, yes...PLEASE suck my clit...Oh fuck; I need you to suck it," Francine pleaded. 

"Not yet," responded Lois as she dropped her head back between Francine's thighs, inhaling the fragrant aroma as she glued her mouth to the throbbing, dripping wet cunt. She flicked out her tongue, dragging it slowly up the drooling slit, lapping at the tasty juices as they flowed from the depths of the sex-charged mother's juicy pussy. 

"No," Francine moaned. "I need you to suck my clit. Oh no...unh...oh; Lois...oh...oh."

Lois's tongue explored Francine's slit, sliding up and down the mouth of the busty mother's fuck-hole, dipping inside and lapping the juice from the oozing cunt lips. Francine's horny pussy grew hotter and even wetter as she clutched Lois's head and started humping against her tongue, her big tits quivering as she shamelessly thrust her wet pussy against Lois's mouth. 

Francine's head was spinning. She felt dizzy with lust as an orgasm began to build deep within her horny cunt.

"OH MY GOD! Oh yes! Suck me!" Francine pleaded, her eyes glazing over. She was starting to breathe hard, feeling the rush of her oncoming orgasm. "Oh, please! Oh, fuck, I'm so wet and horny! Suck my pussy Lois! Your tongue feels so good! Oh...unh! Oh, yes Lois, oh, lick it, lick my pussy! Lick my horny little cunt, Lois, make me cum!"

Lois didn't answer, more concerned with enjoying her task at hand, licking and sucking on Francine's sweet little pussy. Tenderly, she licked her way down and then back up the horny mother's inner thighs, encouraging Francine to spread her legs even wider. 

Lois slid two stiff fingers into Francine's gooey pussy, provoking the MILF's ass to hump, thrusting her throbbing pink hole against their satisfying penetration. "Oh Lois! Lick me; lick my pussy."

Lois couldn't believe how delicious Francine's cunt was. She pulled her head back from her pouting-lipped pussy and eyed the swollen, dark pink bud protruding at the top of her cunt. Francine's clit seemed to be badly in need of a good, hard, nice, long licking. 

Francine's eyes were half closed as she lay back, enjoyed the licking being administered to her pussy slit until Lois's tongue found her clit. The second she touched it, Francine's eyes flew open and her ass jumped from the cushions. She moaned loudly as Lois diddled it rapidly with the very tip of her tongue. "Oh yes! That's it! Lick me! Lick my clit while you finger me!" Francine gasped.

Lois fucked her fingers rhythmically in and out of Francine's tight, wet pussy, and wrapped her lips around the horny mother's aching clit. Skillfully, she sucked Francine's sensitive little pink nub, drawing it out with her suctioning, puckering lips. 

Francine let her thighs fall even wider apart, shamelessly grinding her hips on the couch as she thrust her cunt into Lois's face. She dug her fingers into Lois's hair, moaning and crying as the need for an orgasm built within her.

It had been a long time since Lois had sucked on a pussy. She liked the taste so much that she was amazed that she'd gone so long without. She could feel her own pussy growing wetter and hornier as she relished the arousing aroma and taste of Francine's sweet fuck-slit. 

"Unh! Oh! Oh, fuck, it feels so good! You're making me cum, Lois! Don't stop! You're gonna give me a big one!" She could feel the pressure building, the need growing deep in her burning cunt as her juices boiled and her fuck cream flowed onto Lois's lapping tongue.

Lois moved her hand, using her fingers to delicately part Francine's pussy-lips while she continued to dart two fingers from her other hand in and out of the horny mother's buttery slick cunt. Lois splayed the lips further, fully exposing Francine's swollen, pink clit. She eagerly began flicking her tongue over it, pushing Francine's ultra-sensitive little bud back and forth, from side to side as she continued to jam her fingers into Francine's now eagerly clutching pussy. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God! Gonna cum!" Francine cried out. "Oh, fuck, suck it! I'm so close! Suck my clit, oh God, please suck me!" 

Lois kept her lips wrapped around Francine's clit. She sucked it gently, still ramming her fingers wildly in and out of her cunt. Francine squealed as she humped her hips off the couch, her orgasm so near.

Lois suddenly withdrew her lips from the throbbing clit, wickedly with-holding Francine's orgasm from her. Francine whimpered and humped her ass up off the couch, trying in vain to get Lois to finish her, writhing with frustration at the cruelty of being pulled back from the very brink of ecstasy. 

Lois kept her at the edge, slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Francine's slimy cunt. Occasionally she'd gently rub her clit with a thumb.

"Now then, I want you to admit that you want to fuck Steve. Don't you?" Lois softly asked. 

"No, no, no! Please let me cum," Francine moaned, squirming with frustration. "No." 

"Admit it! You know you want to fuck your son. Come on Francine, admit it," Lois said insistently. "You know you want to feel Steve's thick prick fucking your hot, horny pussy. Don't you think he'd be a good fuck? Admit that you want your son's big, thick prick. Say it and I'll suck your clit until I make you cream."

"Yes! Oh, God help me, yes! I want to fuck my son! I want his big cock in my pussy!" Francine shamelessly wailed. 

"Good girl," Lois said as she dropped her head and glued her lips to Francine's aching clit as she nibbled on it, never breaking eye contact.

"Maybe you can invite me to watch you fuck your son Francine." Lois asked as she puckered her lips and sucked on the little pink bud harder. 

Francine squealed and wildly humped her ass up off the couch, her hips jerked as she felt the wave of pleasure rolling over her. "I'm cumming," Francine gasped, clutching Lois's head. "Suck my clit. Oh; fuck me... oh please, suck my pussy...unh...I'm cumming! Eat me! Eat me! Oh, fuck yes I'm cumming!" Francine screamed out as she gripped the couch cushions tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her hips no longer humping, her body locked in orgasmic bliss.

Francine's pussy gushed in orgasm, violently clamping down on Lois's fingers, waves of pleasure washing over her. Francine's clit pulsed and throbbed between Lois's sucking lips, a plentiful amount of pussy juice flowing heavily from Francine's climaxing cunt. Lois brought her tongue down to the delicious hole, licking and sucking up the cunt cream as Francine's orgasm played out. Lois kept her head buried between Francine's trembling thighs, until she had the cum drooling pussy completely cleaned.

Francine was sweaty, panting, and trembling, as she settled back on the couch, catching her breath. Lois smiled up at the horny mother from between her still spread legs, licking pussy-juice from around her lips. 

"Your pussy is delicious," Lois said as she rose to her feet, stripping off her clothes. 

"What...what're you going to do now?" Francine asked, still breathing heavily. 

"I want to lick your pussy some more. Lay down on the couch and I'll lick you while you suck on my pussy," Lois said.

Lois stood up, shrugging her shoulders, sliding out of her blouse, exposing her big, round bra covered tits. She reached to the side and unzipped her skirt, never taking her eyes off of Francine as she stripped completely naked. 

She removed her bra, her breasts barely dropping after their support was gone. They stood out proudly from her body, a bit big, but still magnificent. Perfect breasts, standing proudly from the hot mom's chest, punctuated by hard, fat nipples. 

While Lois finished removing her clothing, Francine stretched out on the living room floor, staring boldly at Lois's incredible body. Francine slid a hand between her wide spread thighs, letting her fingers glide between the glistening pink wetness of her cunt-lips.

Lois couldn't believe how unbearably horny she was, her body was trembling with an almost unrestrained lust. The sexy, redhead mom crawled over Francine and settled into a good sixty-nine, pussy licking position and buried her head between Francine's wide-open legs. 

For a moment, when she was confronted with the bald pussy in front of her face, Francine just gazed up at Lois's buttery pink slit, hungrily eyeing the woman's swollen, pouting pussy-lips, breathing in the aroma of her fragrant juices as Lois licked and sucked on her slick, oozing cunt. 

Francine flicked her tongue along the length of Lois's slit. "God, you're so wet. Your cute little shaved pussy is delicious."

Francine stared up at Lois's very wet pussy, contemplating for a moment what she wanted to do. Then she leaned forward and flicked the tip of her tongue over her labia and up to her engorged clit. 

"I bet your little boy would love to watch you eat my pussy like that." Lois encouraged her friend on. As she imagined Steve watching, Francine started frantically running her tongue all around in a desperate attempt to get at her friends pussy. Francine's tongue shot deep into the sexy redhead's pussy, rooting for her cream. Lois arched her back and let out a muffled scream into Francine's cunt as a wave of pleasure shot through her body.

"Oh, Francine, suck my cunt. Yes. Oh yes. Lick all of that good juice out of my cunt. You know you want to taste Steve's cum," Lois hissed. 

"I'm licking your pussy right now while I imagine that Steve has just fucked you with his big, thick cock. Think about it...if your own son fucked your tight little pussy...and I'm licking all that hot cum out of your pussy right now...right after he shot it full of his delicious, creamy cum."

Francine let out a moan that sounded more like a whimper as she hungrily plastered her mouth over Lois's juice filled pussy. Lois was delighted that telling Francine about her and Steve would make the horny mother go all slutty for her cum filled cunt. 

She let out a long moan of passion as Francine really began to suck, lick, and ream her cunt. Francine eagerly slid her tongue up and down Lois's pulsing fuck-hole, expertly lapping the pussy juice from her bald little slit.

"Suck it, Francine! Suck my fucking cunt!" Lois moaned, humping her ass and arching her back as Francine rhythmically thrust her tongue over her sexual core. Lois was grinding her wet pussy against Francine's lips. 

"Suck it, come on, clean it up! You know you love the taste of my pussy!" 

Francine was going crazy with lust and she frantically licked at Lois's pussy. Her tongue ravenously flicking and gliding up and down the sexy mom's buttery cunt slit, causing Lois's tight, pink, little pussy-hole to swell and throb with a building pleasure.

"Oh, yes! That feels so fucking good," Lois moaned as she ground her pussy down on Francine's flicking tongue. "Ooooohhhh, stick your tongue in my cunt...tongue-fuck my pussy!" 

Lois stared down at Francine, poised with her mouth attached to her pussy. "Maybe I should fuck your son too Francine. Maybe we should both be sluts for your son's cock together." 




American Mom Ch. 11-12



"Maybe we should both fuck our son's together!" Francine demanded as she slid two fingers inside Lois's tight fuck-tunnel, pumping them in and out of her horny pussy like a small, thrusting prick.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! I want to be Steve's cock whore; just like his mama!" Lois screamed and clutched her hands around Francine's thighs, her whole body trembling as the pleasure of the busty MILF'S cunt-sucking and finger-fucking steadily built up in her sexy, naked body. 

"That's right, I'm a slut! Oh fuck, you're a great pussy-licker! Suck my clit! Unh! Oh, Francine, please suck my clit! I'm close, I need to cum! Oh fuck, I need to cum!"

Lois's swollen clit was protruding from the top of her pink little cunt. Francine flicked her tongue higher, brushing and swiping the tingling, pulsing clit expertly. Lois instantly dug her fingers into Francine's thighs and humped her ass at a much quicker pace, coating Francine's face with a layer of pussy-juice. 

"Oh...oh...oh God...oh...suck my clit. Suck my clit!" she cried. "Oh my pussy...oh, Francine. Suck my pussy! Ooh fuck...oh fuck, I'm ready to cum!" Lois moaned loudly, humping her tight ass in a delirium of passion. "Oh fuck! Yes! I'm cumming! Suck my pussy! Suck my horny, fucking pussy! Oh...yes...cumming...oh...cumming!"

Her climax was long and hard, Lois's luscious body seized in the throes of pleasure. Francine kept plunging her fingers into the cumming cunt and sucking her throbbing little clit with enthusiasm, helping the horny redhead ride the wave through the peak of her cum.

Finally, when the ecstasy subsided, Lois rolled off of Francine and lay back on the floor panting, smiling wearily, and looked at her new lover with lust-glowing eyes, watching as Francine sucked her fingers clean. "Oh, Francine," she purred. "You really know how to lick a cunt, once you get started. Damn girl, you really got me off."

The two sexy moms kissed briefly before Lois broke the silence one more time. "Tomorrow let's go shopping for some new sexy clothes for you to tease your big cocked son with." 

The next afternoon at four thirty found Francine Smith changing into one of the new outfit's she had bought earlier in the day with her friend Lois Griffin. She still had plenty of new, provocative clothing gifts from her friends at the Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store she had not yet worn, but Francine was just not ready to reveal that story to her friend. 

The beautiful mom admired the ultra-short, white skirt with nothing on underneath but a tiny little thong, and a new pair of black four inch "come fuck me" shoes with straps wrapped around her ankles. Her green satin top was tight and unbuttoned to mid chest, displaying an inappropriate amount of deep cleavage. 

'Poor little Steve.' she thought, as she turned from side to side, surveying herself in her full length mirror. 'You're not going to know what hit you!'

She heard the front door open and then slam shut, bringing her out of her self-admiring trance. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror from all angles Francine headed from her bedroom towards the stairs. As she reached the top of the landing she was greeted by her son Steve from the bottom of the stairs. 

"Hey Mom! I starving! What are we having for..." He stopped in mid-sentence and gasped audibly when he saw her outfit. 

"You okay Steve?" Francine asked, feigning concern upon hearing him gasp. 

He tried to cover up his reaction, and she simply gave him a coy grin as his face turned red. 

'This is gonna be fun!' she thought to herself. "I hope I don't look too dressy for dinner, dear. It's Friday night and your dad is out of town for the next three weeks. Haley is at that rock festival for the weekend, so I'm going out tonight with some friends after you and I eat. Since I have to go out I got you a little present to keep you occupied while I'm gone...Ta-dah!" 

She pulled out the new Call of Duty video game from behind her back. "You showed so much interest in getting this once you could save up enough money, so I bought it for my big man." She smiled. His eyes lit up at the sight of the game.

"Come on into the family room and watch a little TV while I finish preparing our dinner. You can play the game once I'm gone." 

She was becoming really comfortable teasing him, so Francine got really naughty and pulled out all the stops while preparing dinner. She found excuse after excuse to bend down in front of him, making sure he got more than an eye-full of her tight, sexy ass and legs. 

She would intentionally jiggle as she walked, giving her big double-Ds as much opportunity as possible to wobble and bounce in a sexy dance in the opening of her blouse for his gaze. She really enjoyed seeing his eyes drop to her deep cleavage every few minutes as they talked; it made her feel so naughty. 

Every time she sipped her Coke, she'd sexily lick her lips. She played with her hair as they chatted, and she batted her eyelashes at him while giggling at his corny, nerdy tales about his 'mad skills' playing video games. 

'This is so much fun!' she thought as she watched Steve stammer out his words as they chatted about whatever, watching his eyes bulge out. 'He is so nervous.' She thought. 'He looks so cute with that blush on his cheeks.' 

He was jabbering on "Blah, blah, blah..." Then he shifted on the couch, accidentally dropping the pillow from his lap.

Francine gasped softly, blatenlty letting him know she had seen his erection, and acting as though she could not believe what she was seeing in his lap. Her sharp in-take of breath caused him to stop in mid-sentence. 

"Oh shit! Oh...I'm so sorry Mom. Shit!" He stammered a nervous apology, his face bright red. He was embarrassed that she had seen his hard-on. 

'Uhmmm!' she thought to herself. 'It looks like he is trying to hide a cucumber in his pants. That thing really is huge! How in the Hell could a scrawny little nerd like my son have a cock like that?' 

"Oh my; Steve!" she exclaimed. 

He tried nervously to cover it up again, muttering apologies, with his hands trembling from embarrassment.

Francine stopped her son's hands and held them away, letting his huge, straining bulge sit there on full display. "Mom, don't!" He pleaded, trying desperately to cover up. But her grip was too strong for him. She simply stared at it in astonishment. 

"Steve. Did...did I cause that?" 

"Mom, stop. Please!" 

'The poor boy! I'm sure he already has a terrible case of blue balls.' Francine playfully thought to herself.

"Oh, Steve; I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for teasing you so much." 

"Huh?" He looked confused. 

"I've always known you liked checking me out, Steve. Ever since you were a little kid I could tell you have been checking me out." 

He looked mortified with the news that she was aware of him after all these years. "Gosh, Mom. I'm really sorry." 

"No! No, no, Steve! Don't feel bad. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about!" 

"But Mom..." 

"I'm flattered, actually Steve. I thought it was kinda sexy; having a cute teenage boy like you checking me out. I was flattered; I just thought it would be fun to tease you a little. Can you forgive me?" she asked, leaning forward and pressing her arms together, the force compelling her wobbly boobs to press together and up in the gap of her blouse. 

"Sss...ssure Mom." He stammered with a red face. "You can tease me anytime. I don't have a problem with it; don't worry about it." Steve finished. 

"That's so sweet Steve." She smiled. "You know Steve; if this outfit is making you uncomfortable, it might not be appropriate for me to wear out tonight, so I'm going to change. You can go ahead and take your game to your dad's man cave and play it on his big screen." 

They both headed up the stairs. Of course she walked quickly to get ahead of him so she could go up the stairs first. She was wearing a very short skirt after all, and did not want it to go to waste. 

As Francine was busy changing into another, slightly less naughty outfit in her bedroom she realized that she had left her lipstick in the kitchen and went to retrieve it. 

When she exited her room, she saw Steve nervously walking away from her bedroom door rather quickly. He sat down on the couch in the man cave and grabbed the remote control and started pointing it at the TV. His face was red and he was acting very nervous. 

She smiled broadly as she pretended not to notice, but she had realized that he had been spying on her through the crack in the slightly open door. She was both surprised at his boldness and thrilled at the same time. 

Around ten that night Francine made an excuse and left her friends at the nightclub early. Even after two hours and four Screw Drivers, the image of her son Steve peeking at her in her room preoccupied her mind so deeply all night that she just couldn't concentrate on her friends. 

As she drove home she smoked a little weed, and found that the culmination of the past few days events had made her hornier than she had been in her life. The illicit nature of her fantasies was quickly developing into an intense desire to tease her son. The fact that it seemed wrong only made her wetter. 

She opened her knees and brought her hand between them to feel the slick arousal that coated her tiny panties. As she smoked the joint down Francine kept seeing an image from the other day of her son stroking his big, hard dick to orgasm as she peeked at him through his bedroom door. That image was soon replaced by one of Steve stroking his hard cock while watching his mother through her opened bedroom door.

Francine grasped the hem of her skirt, wiggled her hips and pulled the skirt up until she had it pulled up over her waist. "Oh fuck," she breathed aloud as the intense images of Steve's hard veiny cock raced through her mind. 

She pushed her panties aside and slipped two fingers deep inside her sopping pussy. The hot blonde wife withdrew her hand and lifted the dripping fingers to her mouth. There was such a volume of her juices that when she sucked it from her fingers, she actually swallowed it. She was unbearably horny and in her excited state she felt the need to be much more provocative. 

She steered her SUV with her raised knees as she unbuttoned her sheer brown print blouse to her navel. Grabbing her bra in the center with one hand, she scooped her other hand in and pulled both of her big beautiful breasts out of the confines of her bra cups one at a time. 

Sitting up high in her seat and returning her hands to the steering wheel, her breathing intensified as she acknowledged to herself that her nipples were standing straight out on her bared tits for anyone driving past to see. Francine Smith was letting any man; any trucker; any police officer; any teenage boy driving by to see her big quivering tits. And she knew any man or boy would want to. 

She grabbed her left boob from underneath in the palm of her hand and lifted it up so passing car drivers could see if they wanted, the lights from the approaching cars emboldening her in her little show.

As she drove on her hand returned to the center of her hot pussy. She began to circle her exposed clit, fighting away the attempts of her panties to slide back into position, as the headlights of passing cars lit her breasts and face up to anyone's view.  

Her clit was fully engorged and throbbing. She sucked a deep breath of air as she pinched at it roughly, her boobs bouncing freely with every bump in the road. Just as she was on the brink of orgasm, she realized that she was less than a block from her house. She struggled to quickly button up her shirt as she drove.

Before she knew it, she was pulling up her driveway and into the garage. After waiting for the garage door to close Francine stood in the eerie silence outside of her SUV for a moment as she pulled her skirt back down from her hips and collected her thoughts before entering the house. 

She was still buzzing heavily from the weed when she walked in the door. It was late, but she could hear the sound of the TV in the man cave. She was very nervous, but even so, she anxiously wanted to confront Steve and tease him once more before calling it a night. 

Before going upstairs Francine made a side trip to the kitchen and grabbed herself a couple of ice cold bottles of Mikes Hard Lemonades from the fridge. Opening one and taking several strong pulls to bolster her courage, she called out to announce her presence before walking up the stairs. 

"Hi Steve," she said as she topped the stairs in her heels. "What's on the TV?" 

"Uh; nuthin much. Just playing the game you bought me Mom." He replied. 

She entered the room and stood sideways between him and the television, giving him an ample opportunity to gaze at her body as she feigned interest in the images on the screen and took a couple of pulls from the bottle of sweet liquor. 

Francine absentmindedly tucked in her sheer brown print blouse and thrust her tits forward in an exaggerated gesture. Even in her buzzed state she could sense her son's eyes burning into her. 

She turned her head quickly to find an expression of eagerness on his face as he stared at her. But he wasn't looking at her eyes. His gaze was locked in place on her breasts. 

Francine followed his gaze down and suddenly realized with alarm that somehow in her flustered state, she had failed to pull her bra cups back up to cover her hard nipples. Her sheer brown print blouse was so thin that it was see-through and hid virtually nothing from his view. The cups tucked underneath were forcing her big tits up into an unbelievably erotic pose, high and proud on her chest. Her face burned as she became flushed with excitement. 

Her first thought was to run into the next room and cover herself. Instead she calmly turned her head, downed the rest of the liquored lemonade and looked back at the images flashing across the screen for the next two minutes as if nothing was amiss. 

Francine had no interest in what was going on with Steve's video game. As her head spun from the effects from the liquor and the weed she had smoked earlier her only thought was that she was really doing it now; she was flaunting her big breasts to her son, exposing herself to him deliberately...and making him horny.

"You're home early." He said with a strange tone to his voice. "Yeah; I wasn't enjoying myself. I thought I'd, um...stay up and read for a while." she slightly slurred as she brought her hand to her chest and idly pushed up at the center of her bra. The motion caused the mountainous flesh of her breasts to be thrust up and forward even more. 

The hot mom felt so naughty because of her wickedness. She wondered how far she could push this without seeming obvious. Her poor little pussy was on fire and she could feel the oils running down her thigh. "I'm going to strip out of these clothes; and get ready for bed." she declared out loud to her own surprise. "I'll see you in the morning Steve." 

"Uh; okay mom. See you tomorrow." 

Francine left her empty bottle on the end table and opened the other bottle as she stumbled drunkenly down the hall to her bedroom. As she wobbled into her bedroom she caught a glimpse of her reflection in her full length floor mirror. 

"Damn girl! You DO look hot!" she said as she admired her breasts bulging obscenely against her sheer top, her nipples swollen bluntly against the material. Francine turned from side to side, her big breasts quivering seductively. 

"I bet Stan would like a picture of me in this outfit." She set her bottle down and fumbled for her cell phone. Aiming it at the mirror, she captured a full screen photo of her smiling face and her big tits, hardly concealed by her blouse. *FLASH* 

As she sent the photo to Stan's cell phone the thought crossed her mind that this just might be exactly the kind of sexy photo of her that he might want to show to his friends. The thought made her pussy juices run.

Still admiring herself in the mirrors reflection, Francine refocused her intoxicated thoughts. "I think I might just turn up the heat on Steve tonight. He's been a very good boy and deserves that." She told herself aloud between gulps of her lemonade. 

With a sensual smile forming on her sexy lips she continued. "I think I might just need to go to the man cave and get a magazine from the coffee table while Steve is watching TV" she rationalized to herself. 

Fumbling through her dresser, the nightgown she picked out was a short little pink number with spaghetti straps and a very low cut neckline. The flimsy outfit was made of a satin material, as were the tiny matching thong panties. The outfit was not see through, but the cups were very small and it did cling to every curve on her body, stopping just below her buttocks. 

"You need the perfect pair of shoes for this little ensemble, Francine Smith, you sexy minx." She encouraged herself in her full length mirror. 

Feeling her pussy start to drip with excitement, she quickly retrieved just the right pair of shoes from the closet and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. They were white with a big puffy ball and a very high heel, like something a pinup girl would wear in the fifties. 

Her voluptuous boobs wobbled rhythmically as she leaned over and pulled on her sexy strapless shoes. "My tan looks great with this outfit!" She remarked to her mirror image.

Francine found that she was becoming more aroused as she drunkenly dressed up to deliberately tease her teenage son. She couldn't believe what she was doing. The illicitness of it was driving her insane. 

She decided to refresh her makeup and her buzz before she went out to the man cave. She was really starting to get into this as she smoked the remnants of a large joint and applied bright pink lip gloss and outlined it in pencil, followed by her favorite eye shadow.

Pleased with the results shown in her vanity mirror, Francine turned on the bench to face her full length mirror. She drank in her image as she sensually spread her legs, and admired her reflection in the glass as she watched herself pull her big tits from the top of her gown. 

She briefly thought about trimming up the loose hairs pocking out around her little panties, but became distracted at the sexiness of her breasts. Her hands were actually trembling as she pulled her stiff nipples. 

"Do you think Steve will like seeing his mommy dressed like this? His flirty; hot; SLUT mommy?" She asked her mirror image as she admiringly watched herself rub her big tits. 

Hearing herself utter those filthy words sent her into a deeper state of lust as she pulled the short gown back up to cover her full boobs once more. Well, as much as the small, snug fitting top could cover. She admired her nipples pressing obscenely against the thin satin material and the mounds of tit flesh oozing out the sides.

With that, she stood and strutted towards the door. After taking a deep breath Francine opened the door. 'Here goes nothing!' She said to herself as she stepped into the hallway, her heart pounding as she drunkenly sauntered towards the man cave in her tall heels.

Her mind was racing with a delicious mixture of anticipation and lust as she entered the room to find her boy lying on the couch watching television, his head resting on the left side couch arm. She was thrilled to see that he was now wearing nothing but a T-shirt and boxers. 

"Hi Steve. What's on the tube?" She asked quite normally as if nothing was different. His eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open when he took in the outfit she was now wearing. 

'Holy shit!' he exclaimed to himself. 'I guess this is more of that teasing she talked about earlier. I might as well just go along.' He decided.

"I'm...that is...uh...just watching...uh." He mumbled, trailing off in a stupor as he ogled his mother's tits and legs. 




American Mom Ch. 13-15



This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

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It was brought to my attention that I had, even if unintentionally, borrowed heavily for this chapter from a concept brought forth by another writer. My apologies, and this rewrite should solve those concerns. 

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Saturday morning found Francine Smith doing the least favorite chore of the great American housewife, the family laundry. 

Performing what had become a morning ritual; she blazed a fatty of Chronic from her stash and grabbed a Coke to chase away the dryness as she began the mundane chore of gathering the disorganized piles of laundry from her kid's rooms. 

As she lugged her basket through the kitchen on her way to the laundry room she saw Klaus jump to the top of his fish bowl where he suspended himself above the rim with his flippers and called out. "Franzine; could you come here for a moment?"

Francine set her laundry basket down and leaned her elbow on the kitchen counter as she gazed into his little fish eyes. "What is it Klaus?" 

"I just wanted to tell you that you look just exquisite today Mein Fraulein."

"Well aren't you the charmer this morning." The beautiful mom replied with a dazzling smile, stroking the top of his head with a couple of fingers. "What brought this on?"

"You are such a beautiful Frau, Francine..." He said.

"Beautiful huh?" Francine cooed, resting her elbow on the counter top and supporting her smiling face by the chin just a few inches from his bowl. "Go on; I'm listening." She smiled so beautifully with gratitude for the compliment that it nearly melted his fish heart.

Running his tiny fish eyes up and down her form, he finished his thought. "And well, I just noticed lately you are dressing a little more...how should I say this? Ah yes; Flittchen." 

"What is Flittchen Klaus?" she asked.

"You know; slutty." He smiled a cheesy grin, unsure of her response.

Francine stepped away from the counter and held her hands out. "You mean like this little number?" She turned in a slow circle as he admired her attire for the morning. 

With just a pair of cute ankle socks on her feet, she wore a skin tight pair of white yoga pants that appeared to be painted on her curvy body, stretched so tight that they were becoming nearly sheer in places. As she turned he could make out that she was wearing a tiny little thong panty.

On top she wore a pink Under Armor brand, super stretchy tank top that was at least two sizes too small. It encased and held up for display her big, braless tits. 

Klaus stood frozen, his eyes glued to her form. He began to speak robotically. "My God, you are a Goddess! You are wearing no das Bustier!" 

Even Francine understood he was referring in German to her braless state.

"I have twelve thousand dollars in my wallet and no Gott Verdammt hands. The money is yours if you will just give me one hour of your time." He pleaded.

"If you only had a big ol Weiner Schnitzel that I could actually wrap my hands around Klaus." She licked her lips and smiled wickedly. "I have some laundry to do right now, so maybe another time." 

She picked her basket up and strutted away, never seeing Klaus' jaw coming unhinged as he called out. "YOU DIDN'T SAY NO! YOU DIDN'T SAY NO!"

Suddenly Klaus recalled overhearing Stan arguing with Roger after his Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy session about a magic word to unlock Francine's sensual side. Klaus began calling out the phrase, hoping against hope that it would unlock the beautiful blonde for his pleasure. 

"Legerdemain! Legerdemain! Legerdemain!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

He couldn't see that Francine had come to an abrupt stop on the other side of the door. She stood slack jawed, staring into space, her mind and emotions once more being transformed by the powerful suggestions the word represented. 

Five minutes later the blonde wife began sorting clothes mindlessly by color and fabric with a huge smile on her lips as random thoughts began entering her mind. 

'I feel really sorry for Klaus. Trapped in a fish's body by Stan and his buddies at the CIA, no companion...no hands.'

Her attention was distracted from her daydreaming by something rough and stiff in her hands. It was a crusty pair of underwear; her underwear.

"What the fuck?" She exclaimed as she held them at arm's length. She had no idea what it was that covered the inside of her panties. Hesitantly, she had touched the white crusty material. Then she knew. "Cum!" she gasped. 

After the initial shock of discovery, she looked down at the pile of clothes she had pulled her soiled panties from, only to discover the load of clothes came from Steve's room. That made sense. Her husband Stan had been out of town for the last three days and she'd thrown these panties in her hamper just yesterday, so it wasn't Stan's cum. It wasn't green, so it wasn't Roger's. A smile crossed her lips as she realized that it had to be Steve's cum. 

As she stood in her cold gray basement, laundry spilling around her, she began laughing. "I've raised a pervert. What a weird thing for him to do." she said as she stared at her desecrated underwear. Her transformation from shock, disgust, and disappointment to lust and desire was inevitable and swift. She was after all a very horny woman lately.

As she tried to understand the whys of what her son had done, Francine's irritation at the condition of her panties increasingly turned to curiosity. Her son had masturbated his big cock into her panties, that much she was certain of. 

She thought about physical act of masturbation. "How many times has he done that?" she thought, shocked at the incredible amount of sperm. "This couldn't all be from one time." she told herself. "Although, he does have some really big balls."

Not only was the crotch of her modest black bikini panties completely filled, but dried cum rose up the sides and back. "He must have done it so many times." she marveled. It made her mind reel with excitement to think about him masturbating into them. 

She giggled self-consciously when she found a glimmer of humor in that thought. "He must actually be hornier than I am. Poor boy." She knew Steve didn't have a steady girlfriend and never really had many casual girlfriends either. He had a difficult time with the opposite sex. Looking at her underwear, a glimmer of sympathy took hold.

She began to act and think more like a mother again, even seeing the funny side of her discovery. "What were you thinking Steve? Did you think I wouldn't notice? I do the wash for shits sake. Did you think I would not find them?" She sighed as she looked again at the crusted mess. 

Most of the sperm had dried and cracked, reminding her of an arid salt flat. In several places it was so thick that it hadn't completely dried. It had a sticky sheen that made her curious as she wondered aloud, "How long does it take sperm to dry? When did he do this?" 

Her experience with sperm in her younger days was far from limited, so she knew this was an remarkable quantity. As she contemplated that question and others she consciously became aware of the disturbing stirrings that were taking place inside her own body. "Francine Smith, you dirty girl."' she playfully scolded herself for what she was contemplating.

The full richness of the aroma of her son's sperm ignited a feeling in her that she refused to disregard. Without thinking, she brought the panties to her face and inhaled deeply. The overpowering aroma was nearly mind-altering to her in her present state. 

As she inhaled again a rush of exhilarating feelings struck her body. Alone and in her basement, with no one watching, she indulged the guilty pleasure of touching her breasts. Her body shuddered delightfully and she couldn't help smiling as a sexual rush ascended up from between her legs. She wanted to scold herself for being so wicked but the delectable dampness that had crept between her strong thighs was too pleasing. 

She tried to blunt her sinful urges by pressing her legs together but that only put more pressure on her pussy and made her all the more aware of how turned on she'd become. To distract her body, she examined her panties again. She wondered if this were the only pair of her panties he'd masturbated in. Determined to find out, she emptied the laundry hamper onto the floor and searched for more evidence of his sinful behavior. She was almost disappointed when she didn't find another pair. Her mind reeled and her body shuddered as she contemplated the physical act required to produce so much sperm. 

It had only been four days since she had first seen Steve completely naked, stroking his huge cock in his room. Obscene visions of his slim young body flashed through her mind and lust wracked her emotions as she envisioned him holding his cock in her panties and cumming into them. Her imagination spun out of control. "How did he hold them?"' she wondered. "Did he wrap them around it or just jack off into them? How many times did he do it?" 

More wicked thoughts inundated her mind. "I wonder who he was thinking about while he did it? Girls at school...movie stars? Could have been thinking of me?" 

"Maybe he just likes panties?" she tried convincing herself as she really was beginning to embrace the enticing notion that he thought about her as he masturbated into her panties. 

She caught herself hoping it was true. "Francine Smith, you naughty girl. Wishing something like that?" Unable to control her emotions, her mind focused on that lone fantasy and any small amount of guilt easily slipped away.

Bringing her soiled underwear closer to her face, she marveled again at the amount of sperm that filled them. "He must have done it so many times." That made her giggle and a small glowing smile inched across her face. She could no longer ignore her pussy and conveniently forgot to admonish herself for allowing her body to respond. 

She brought her soiled panties back to her face and stared inside, inhaling deeply again. The smell was a delicious mixture of young, virile male pheromones. She inhaled again as visions of her naked son jacking his huge cock off into them filled her mind. "I wonder if he calls out my name when he cums?" She wondered, her voice sounding so far away. 

Quickly dropping the panties, Francine closed her eyes and moved her hand roughly over her aching breasts. That wasn't enough to satisfy her anymore. Guilt ridden and driven by an ever increasing desire, she moved her hand under her yoga pants and rested it over her panties. She could feel the heat coming from within as she moved her fingers across her damp crease. 

Her fingers, as if they had a mind of their own, slipped under the elastic waistband of her thong and rested over the moist cleft of her pussy. Her brown pubic hair, she amusingly noted was already damp and matted. 

She hesitated for only a second before pushing her finger between the soft wet folds of her vulva and onto her clit. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she moved her finger in small circles over her engorged clit. With great enthusiasm, she admitted how good that felt. She wouldn't allow herself climax yet though. 

"I'm just a little horny." she consoled herself while at the same time slightly increasing the pressure on her clit. "I need to tease myself until I'm really horny." she told herself as she guiltily let her finger slip a little further into her pussy. With one hand still between her legs, she picked up her panties again. Large chunks of dried sperm clung precariously from the fabric. Her middle finger began fucking inside her pussy as she moaned softly. 

Before she realized what she was doing Francine was pressing the crusty, sperm covered panties to her face, rubbing it against her skin like a hot towel at the day spa. Her finger moved to her clit and she rubbed it harder. The manly aroma of the cum was exhilarating as she ground her panties into her face. With the crotch pressed tightly against her nose, she inhaled deeply. One nostril became clogged with the plaster like mix, so she blew out. Instinctively, her tongue flicked out and licked up the good size bit. She tasted the sweet saltiness of her son's cum and greedily sought out more. 

Her finger was back inside of her pussy, moving faster and more determined now. When she tried to pull the panties she was wearing aside she frustratingly realized they wouldn't stretch enough under her tight yoga pants to allow her full access to her pussy. 

Lifting herself up from the floor, she quickly pulled the yoga pants and her panties down her legs, over one socked foot and then the other, roughly kicking them aside. "Oh fuck yesssss," she said letting out a loud moan when she finally got her finger back inside of her cunt. She pressed her cum soaked silk panties into her mouth and allowed her tongue to wash the crotch. 

Francine couldn't stop herself now. With her mouth wide open, she gathered in as much of her son's hardened sperm as she could find. Still not satisfied, she turned them inside out and stuffed them in her mouth, sucking and capturing the last of the salty flakes. 

The cool floor against her naked legs fought to temper her over heated body but lost out to the overpowering lust within her. After many minutes of wild masturbation, she collapsed onto the gritty basement floor, exhausted and for the moment satisfied.

When she regained her senses, the hot mom giggledwhen she saw how barren the panties were now. Only a few faint white spots were left where once it had been a whitewash of sperm. 

"Oh my God, did I do that?" She ran her tongue over her teeth and tasted her son again. Dried and smeared cum clung from her face everywhere. She used her fingers to bring it to her mouth. She couldn't get enough. "Better than chocolate." she laughed as she licked her fingers until her son's salty seed was all but gone. 

Drunk with lust, she ripped up her tight fitting top and frantically pawed at her engorged breasts. She pinched and pulled her aching nipples, pinching and pulling them before twisting them and mashing them together. Her other hand went back between her legs and she fingered herself mercilessly. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, this feels so fucking good!" she called out. Even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't control her second and third climax. Like a runaway freight train, they smashed through her body and exploded from between her legs. "Uhhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Fuck yesssss Fuck!" She cried. When she could finally breathe normally, she wiped at the sweat that rolled down her face. Her fingers gathered up the last remnants of her son's sperm and she greedily brought them to her mouth.

"Does he think about blow jobs like is most men?" she wondered. Francine, until recently had rarely given in to Stan's frequent request for her to suck his dick because she had convinced herself that as a good wife, the act was demeaning to women. She now readily would admit to anyone how much she enjoyed the feel of a smooth hard cock in her mouth, as well as the taste of cum. 

"I wonder how Steve's big dick would feel in my mouth?" she wondered out loud. "Francine Smith, you are such a perv." she playfully chided herself as she snatched up her abused panties one more time. Looking at them, she saw again that there was nothing left but raw silk. She was so exhausted that she was sure she couldn't possibly cum one more time. 

The spilled laundry caught her eye again and even though she'd searched it once, she crawled over to it on hands and knees and perversely tore through it in any hope that she had missed a pair her son had jacked off into. There was of course no more. 

Frustrated, she weakly pulled herself to her feet. Her top hung above her breasts, rolled tightly. The panties she'd worn as well as the pair her son had cum in lay discarded on the floor next to her yoga pants. 

She fixed her top and pulled her pants back on before placing the clean laundry basket on her hip and starting up the stairs from the laundry room. It had been an exhausting morning already, and all that remained was to deliver the piles of folded clothes to Steve's room, and then take the rest to Haley's room and the master bedroom.

Francine paused on the landing to push her hair back behind an ear. She loved the way her hair was looking lately. 'Wow...I need a trim.' She reminded herself to make an appointment next week. 

Preoccupied with her thoughts, she walked down the second floor hallway to Steve' room. The door was closed, and as was the custom in the Smith household, she politely knocked. Not hearing an answer, she knocked again, a little louder this time, and then turned the doorknob.

The sight that met her eyes burned with a flash into the backs of her eyes. The room was dark except for the light that emanated from a computer monitor. Steve was facing the door, sitting in front of the screen with headphones on, from which she could hear a driving beat. His desk hid most of his body from her, but his bare chest and shoulders rose above the top of the desk. 

His cell phone was attached to his computer and he was looking intently at the screen, his right hand in his lap moving back and forth. By way of the big mirror hanging next to his bed, the picture on the screen forced its way into her consciousness. The image showed Francine kneeling on her hands and knees on her bed, her ass towards the camera, her face looking back with a lusty expressions. There was no pretense of covering her various charms. Her anus winked out a deeper pink than the pale skin of the rest of her bottom, as she drove a big black dildo deep into her pussy. 

With a gasp, Francine Smith dropped the laundry basket. In the same instant, Steve, sensing the change in the light in the room guiltily grabbed his white briefs and pulled them up his legs, unsuccessfully attempting to stuff his erection back into concealment. He looked terribly embarrassed while looking up and seeing his mother's horrified expression. 

"Mommmmm," he whined, sounding miserably like an immature brat, as he whipped around and shut off his monitor. He wanted to shrink into a tiny ball as he began to cover himself, never suspecting that she had seen the image on his screen. Francine quickly grabbed the basket and accidently slammed the door behind her, a lot harder than she intended. 

'Oh, shit,' the teenager thought, 'why the fuck did that have to happen?' 

Steve's erection had subsided enough that he was able to get his white briefs the rest of the way up. He walked over and lay on his bed, feeling more ashamed than the time he accidentally knocked his Dad's antique beer stein collection off of the mantelpiece. 

"Bad enough that mom thinks she's caught me stroking off to some random web page. Pile that on top of accidentally seeing her in her negligee the other night..." He whined softly.

"I don't know what the Hell I'm going to do if she ever finds out she sent that picture to me last night. Not to mention if she finds out about those hot pictures I took last night through the opening in her bedroom door."

Outside in the hallway, her heart pounding, Francine leaned against Steve's bedroom door. With one hand pressed against her mouth, she could hear everything Steve said. With an impatient shake of her golden hair, she decided to finish separating the laundry in her own room.

Later that night while lying in bed Francine became concerned that she might have scarred Steve for life. "Francine Smith, I think you kind of panicked." She told her reflection in her full length mirror as she got ready for bed. "I shouldn't have raised my voice the other night in the hallway. For god's sake, that was my fault not Steve's. And now tonight I compound the issue by running out of there without telling him that masturbation is only natural."




American Mom Ch. 13-15



Thoughts whirled in her head. She had been so preoccupied with her own reactions that she had overlooked how cowardly she had been. She was the adult. She was the one who had to be mature and make things right. 

"How confusing is this for Steve?" she wondered. "He's confident enough and interested in sex enough to want to watch me through the bedroom door; not to mention taking pictures of me doing all kinds of stuff." She smiled, "and yet he seemed to lack confidence this afternoon." She paused briefly. "I guess I had better go to Steve right now. The longer I wait the more damage it could cause." She said as she stood up. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and walked out of her bedroom.

Meanwhile, in his own room Steve had been lying in bed, trying to read. For the last hour, he had been running over the awful scene in his mind, desperately attempting to guess what his mother's expression and slamming of the door had meant. 

"Was she angry?" he thought out loud. "That would be all right, really. Much better than disgusted, which is how she really looked." He sighed in frustration, realizing he had just read the same paragraph four times over and still had no idea what it said. 

"She'll be mad as hell if she ever finds out about the photos from last night." 

With that thought he quickly grabbed his cell phone and attached it to his computer. "I need to get these off here quickly." He decided. A few keyboard strokes later and he had downloaded all the photos of his mother into a new file "WOWMOM". He had just deleted the last of the duplicate images from his cell phone and climbed back in bed when he heard a soft knock at the door.

"Steve?" It was his mother's soft voice outside. Steve looked around to make sure there was nothing embarrassing lying about and quickly clicked off the file view on his computer. "Uh, yeah, Mom?" "Can I come in?" His heart pounding, he made sure the covers were over his lower body, "Sure mom, come on in."

The door opened and Francine came and stood inside the door frame, the light from the hallway outlining her form. His heart, which had been racing anyway, seemed to stop short in an instant when he realized she was wearing her satin pink nightgown again. 

Standing in the doorway in her short, low cut gown, he realized that she was in fact hotter than any girl he knew in high school. Which was crazy, because how could she be when she was like twice his age? Still, he couldn't help but stare at her busty form, the sweet curve of her hips, her legs. 

With horror, he realized that he was getting a hard-on again, just looking at her. 'Oh, crap,' he thought, 'just what I need. I don't need her to get any further disgusted by me.' 

He couldn't make out her expression because of the backlighting, so he looked away, desperately trying to think of anything else.

Francine gazed at her son, sitting up against the headboard, the covers around his waist. His trim torso appeared chiseled as the light from the hallway fell across him. Her eyes were drawn down, inexorably towards his groin, but that area lay in secret, concealed by his blanket. 

She pulled herself together and looked up at him just as he glanced away in obvious embarrassment. Her heart tore at the sight of his lack of confidence. "Steve, honey," she ventured softly. "We need to talk." 

'She doesn't sound angry or disgusted.' Steve thought. Still he felt unsure how much trouble he was in. 

"About what happened earlier; and the other night in the hallway." she went on, uncertain in her own right. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," her son whispered. And with that, her paralysis was broken and she walked over to the bed to sit down next to him.

"Oh, Steve," she said with compassion, "You've got nothing to feel bad about. It's me who should be sorry, not you." 

Steve looked up at that. Now basked in the light from the hall, he could see her expression, the lack of anger in her eyes. "So, you're not...like mad at me...or something?" He asked meekly. 

"Oh, Honey. No." she insisted, laying her hand on his leg. His warmth jolted her through the thin linens. 

"What you were doing today; what you were choosing to do in the privacy of your own room is your business and yours alone. I was the one in the wrong place the other night. I was only trying to spice things up with your dad." She giggled.

"But I thought from the way you reacted that maybe you were..." his voice trailed off. 

"What, Steve?" As she urged him to go on, she leaned in slightly, and he found himself looking down the neckline of her gown, which had fallen away from her chest. The shadows of the top of her breasts and the deep valley between them were suddenly fascinating. In fact, the entire shape of her breasts against the silky material was entrancing. The two soft mounds were attractively encased by her top, and every curve was neatly delineated. 

"Disgusted with me." he whispered, dragging his eyes away from her chest.

"Oh, sweetie," she sighed, rubbing his leg subconsciously with her hand. 

"I thought you knew that I have no problem with you, uh, touching yourself. Everybody does it, didn't you know?" 

There was a pause, during which Francine found herself suddenly aware how high up his leg her hand had ventured. She looked at it in wonder, as if to ask how she could have found herself with her hand mere inches away from her son's groin. The proximity caused yet another surge of warmth in her own sex, akin to the one she had experienced the other night. 'Is he wearing anything under those covers?' She thought. 

She forced herself to pull back, but it seemed like her hand was unwilling even as it slid back down Steve's leg. In fact, she was sliding it back up again, disguising it as a gentle soothing caress. 

'I think he might be nude.' The thought made her feel warm all over. 

Steve had felt her hand on his leg distantly as he struggled to formulate the question that was burning in his mind. Finally, he jerked his head up to look at her again. She seemed as confused as he did, which was a comfort to him. His eyes fell once again to her large breasts, but this time the smooth contours were interrupted by the outlines of her hard nipples, suddenly unconcealed by her gown. The unexpected sight sent confusion through his mind, and his cock twitched beneath the sheets. 

He looked up once again to find his mother looking directly into his eyes. "Yes, Mom," he screwed up his courage to say, "I was worried that you might find my...you know...activity disgusting. I know everybody jerks off, but..." He was sorry he had used the coarse expression, because her eyes widened. 

"But nothing, mister." she jumped in. "You are right, everyone does it. 

Francine found herself transfixed by her son's intense gaze. She shivered, suddenly aware of how little she was wearing; how little Steve was wearing. She found herself excited at the nearness, the intimacy she had suddenly discovered with her son. She shifted on the bed, rubbing her thighs together to try and take care of an itch between her legs demanding to be satisfied. 

"Well, I'll admit, Steve that it was a shock to see that so out of the blue." She trailed off, at a loss for a word that would describe the image without seeming condemning. "But we're all adults here in the house now. We should all be okay with seeing each other acting and dressing like adults. The human body is not a bad thing" 

She looked down at her own attire. "Take me wearing this outfit for instance. I know it is a bit risqué for some families. I know some of your friends Mom's would not ever want to be seen wearing something like this." 

Steve nodded his head in agreement. "And my friends would not want to see their out of shape mother's wearing something like that." They both laughed. 

"But I assume it is ok for me to wear it around you. When I did the other night, it didn't seem to bother you, right?" she smiled.

"Uh, No problem mom. I say wear whatever you want." He smiled

"And we should all be proud of each other's physical beauty." 

'What the hell is she blabbering about?' Steve wondered, as he noticed his mother now sitting up straighter, her chest thrust forward in an exaggerated manner. 

"I mean, look at this." She said holding up her cell phone and pressing away at the screen.

'Where the hell did she have that phone hidden?' Steve wondered as she smiled and turned the screen towards him. 

"I even sent your father a picture the other night of me wearing this very outfit. See." She said smiling as she held her phone screen still as she flashed her pink gown selfie for his enjoyment.

"And here I am wearing it in front of you tonight, without any shame. You are nearly a grown man now Steve. Yet some old biddies I know would be terrified to wear this in front of their son's. It's not even see through or anything like that, is it for goodness sake."

Steve swallowed deeply, knowing that his mother had accidentally sent him that same photo the other night, and that he had jacked off several times to the image.

"I mean, you wouldn't be embarrassed if I sent a photo while wearing this gown to you, would you? Steve looked at his mother wide eyed.

"I...uhm...no." He chocked.

"Well of course you wouldn't be." She said. "Here; just to prove a point." she happily fumbled with her screen again.

Shockingly, Steve heard the tone from his hone of an incoming message. The screen flashed the name Mom. He looked at his mom in shock as she nonchalantly continued. "There; now you have that same image on your phone. No big deal, right?"

"Uh right..." he mumbled in astonishment.

"You can even show that one to your friends if you want. It's really not that revealing." She said, ignoring the fact that a tiny puff of her pubic hair was showing in the photo.

"All right!" Steve said a bit over zealously, smiling mightily as he tried not to gawk at his phone. "Thanks mom."

"Well I like your enthusiasm." She laughed. "Here...just for good measure. Here's one just for you; no showing your friends this one."

Steve anxiously listened for the signal from his phone. Impatiently waiting, he was shaken from his revere by his mom's next question just as his phone sounded the arrival of another text.

"What kind of pictures do you like to look at Steve?" She quizzed, knowing full well he had been looking at photos of her. 

"WHAT?" he cried out in near terror, forgetting his newest text message from his Mom as his heart suddenly beating ninety miles an hour.

"You heard me Steve; what type of photos of women do you like to look at?" 

"Awww, Mom," Steve said. "You know; I just look at things...women." He announced, trying to divert her questioning before she found out he was jacking to hardcore pictures of her.

"So pictures of women turn you on?" Steve couldn't believe she had just asked that dumb question. 

"Y-yeah, I guess so," he stammered. 

Francine looked at him excitedly. "I want to see them." she finally said as he stared at her. 

"WHAT!" his voice trailed off suddenly. 

"So I can understand," she went on impatiently. "I want to see the pictures you were looking at earlier when I came into your room." 

Unsure what to do, or how to diffuse the situation, he pulled the covers down so he could get out of the bed "Okkkay." he said with trepidation, his mind whirling over how this was all going to work out.

Francine's mind was also in turmoil. She had no idea where she was going with this line of questions. It had surprised even her when she had blurted out the suggestion. She was trying to work through this problem with her son, but was becoming quite excited that he was going to show her the nude photos he had taken of her. 

As Steve pulled down the covers, she found herself looking down at his lap to see if he was excited, but there was no evidence of arousal in his white briefs. She stood up with him.

For a second, there was that awkward dance where two people both try to get out of the way in the same direction as each other. The beautiful, scantily clad mother and teenaged boy first moved left, and then right before they both giggled. The tension seemed to ease, and Steve took his mother by the shoulders and moved her to the left so that he could slip past her to the computer. Francine loved the feel of his hands on her bare skin, and the self-confidence with which he moved her rekindled that warm feeling within her.

Steve settled himself in front of the computer, trying desperately to decide what he was going to show his mother, because he sure wasn't going to show her the pictures from her doorway that he was really looking at when she had barged in. 

He opened his browser and his fingers typed out a website automatically. It was one of his favorites because he could see thumbnails of gorgeous women in and out of skimpy bathing suits for free. Sure, you could pay to get inside and see what would surely be much more outrageous pictures, but who needed that when so much was available without paying?

Francine leaned over the back of the chair, her hands excitedly kneading on her son's shoulders. "So you were looking at pictures online?" she asked, puzzled. 

Despite her confusion she couldn't help but gasp slightly as the website opened on the monitor in front of her. The sexy little intake of breath was right next to Steve's ear, and he was thrilled at the sound. He moved the mouse down to a picture of a mid-thirties redhead with big tits like his mother's "I think this was the one I was looking at when you... uh, came in before," he said. 

Francine stood perplexed, knowing full well that he had been looking at a photo from his phone of her assaulting her pussy with a dildo. 

"Are you sure honey?" she quizzed. "Yes; this is right," he murmured. She was a little lost in the moment, her hands on her son's thin, but surprisingly firm frame. She unconsciously rubbed his shoulders with her eyes locked on the screen as Steve clicked on the thumbnail. Another set of thumbs opened up, showing four sample sets of pictures featuring the woman in different suits. Her name, Francine noted, was Misti.

"Nice name," Francine giggled, nervously. 

"Yeah, Mom," Steve replied, his voice amused as well. "I think they probably all use fake names." 

"Well, I know I would use a stage name if I ever posted any naked pictures of myself online." his mother said. 

A sudden image arose in Steve's mind: his mother in a ludicrously tiny bikini, smiling at him like all of the women on the website. His cock twitched in his white briefs and steadily began to harden.

"Oh you would?" He inquired. "What would your name be?" 

"I don't know silly." She replied with a laugh. "I never thought about it before. How about 'Blondie'? Or maybe Steve's Hot Mom?" He shifted in the chair, suddenly uncomfortable. 

"I don't know about that second one." 

"What? If I posed nude on the internet you would be embarrassed for everyone to know I was your mom?" She remarked with a smile. "I think some of your friends might actually want to see me nude." She laughed. He glanced surreptitiously up at his mother's face, but she was already looking at the monitor, not at him. 

Gazing at the monitor, as if this were all totally natural, Francine continued here teasing speech. "To tell the truth I always thought I would look pretty hot as an adult model, even if I do have to say so myself. I bet those photos I just sent you would have been much better if a real pro was working the camera instead of me taking selfies. Don't you think so?" She asked, turning to see her son shaking his head quietly in agreement.

"I guess, but I only saw the one photo Mom."

"You'll have plenty of time later tonight to look at the other one. I took them both, so they are both the same, fuzzy quality." She giggled.

"I don't know why Steve, but I really like to pose for cameras; I always have." She said, looking downward. 

Sensing his mother was becoming a little down Steve jumped right in. "You really could be a model Mom. You're more beautiful than the girls my age." 

"Oh Steve!" she perked up immediately, enjoying his compliment. "I think the days are long gone for me to be a fashion model." 

"Well, sure mom, not one of those sickly looking rail thin high fashion model." He replied with conviction as she looked into his eyes for reassurance. "But I bet there are tons of guys that would like to see you modeling bathing suits, and..." his voice trailed off a little from lack of confidence.

"And what Steve?" she asked sweetly, reaching over and grasping his hand for support.

"And...I bet there are there are a lot of guys that would like to see you modeling negligees. If I'm being an adult like you said earlier, I've got to tell you that you are REALLY built for that." 

Francine beamed as if she had just been told she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. "That is so mature and kind of you Steve." She glowed. "If you really think that way...I was thinking; maybe if you keep your grades up we could work out a deal to reward you AND me."

Steve looked at his mother with great interest as she continued. 

"Maybe you could put all that great photography club experience to work and capture me in all my beauty now before I turn into an elderly sixty year old grandma." She smiled. "That is if you think that would be a reward for you?" She teased with a naughty smile and laugh. 

"That sounds like an AWESOME reward! Deal!" Steve smiled eagerly, accepting her offer before it could be retracted.

"Okay then young man; back to the subject at hand. Which series were you using...er, I mean looking at?" 

The question slipped out of her mouth, without thought, unprepared, as so much seemed to be tonight. The acknowledgement of the purpose of these pictures hung in the air. 

"Uh, this one?" He clicked on the thumb showing 'Misti' in her green bikini. He loved this set for so many reasons. First, the top was sheer, and the woman's tits were so big. Also, the g-string was pathetically tiny. 

Trying to be reassuring, Francine leaned into her son's back, slipping her arm around his neck and giving him a warm hug. Steve felt his head being pulled back into his mother's chest, and then the feeling of her big soft breast against the back of his head. 

'Oh, crap!' he thought, as his cock, now at full attention, throbbed at the feel of that sweet yielding flesh against him. He dropped his left hand into his lap to try and cover his now massive erection. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure his mother would be able to hear it. Glancing quickly down, he realized that his lap was under his desk and completely in the dark. There was no way she would be able to tell that he had a boner.

Aware of her effect on her son, Francine watched with her breath held as the pictures unfurled across the screen. She was conscious of the fact that her nipple, still hard, was pressed into the side of her son's head. She leaned slightly forward again as Steve clicked on the first thumb. The mature redhead on the monitor was poolside, wearing the bikini the way the manufacturer intended. 

Steve turned slightly, and felt his mother's nipple drag across his cheek. Instinctively, as though he were burned, he jerked away, staring at the breast inches away from him. 

Looking down at him, Francine saw how close she was standing. Gathering herself, she pulled back slightly; concerned she would frighten her son again. She knew she had to give him a little more encouragement that the current situation was Okay. Slipping her hand down her son's chest, she let it come to rest on his left pectoral. Mother and son stared at the picture on the monitor together. 

"Steve, I don't think this was the model I saw earlier today." Francine breathed. 




American Mom Ch. 13-15



"N...no?" Steve panicked. 

"No Steve. I couldn't see clearly because of the distance, but the woman I saw through the reflection in your mirror had long blonde hair. Just like mine. I also think she was a little more mature too; just like me." She finished with a smile. 

"Uh...I mean...I guess not." He replied as he fumbled with the mouse. As he managed to pull up another picture he heard his mother gasp again as the shot from behind a mature blonde MILF filled the screen. His cock pulsed again at the sound, and he couldn't help but grasp it with his left hand through his white briefs. It felt so sweet to hold it, to squeeze it. His brain was beyond thinking at the moment. 

Francine herself had to push her thighs together at the sight of the nubile woman on her hands and knees, as her own fingers rubbed caressingly on her son's chest. "What is it that you like about this model?"

"Uh...well..." he gasped, "I like the way her breasts stick out all around her top." 

Francine glanced down and saw his hand moving in his lap. She grinned, leaning forward a little more, to get a better vantage point. 

Francine felt the side of her breast pushing into his cheek, and naughtily left it there. She pulled one of her hands from his chest and slipped it down over her panties, pushing in against her swollen lips. 

"C'mon, honey," she murmured, "'breasts' is such a clinical word." 

Steve turned slightly and felt the coolness of her silk top, protruding with her hard nipple as it slipped across his cheek. It burned through the satin, hot against his sensitive skin. 

His cock jerked in his hand, a fresh stream of pre-cum erupting over his hand. He held still, as he spasmed involuntarily in his own grasp. He loved this feeling and didn't want it to end too soon.

"Would you rather I said 'tits' Mother?" 

He felt so bold saying the word to his mom, but the situation seemed to call for it. The pretty mother shook as she felt the vibrations of his speaking in her breast, and pressed harder on her clit. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "That seems more like it, Steve. Let's see the next picture!"

He clicked his mouse, and the next picture came to life. In this one, the blonde was sitting down with her legs spread wide, the material of her monokini pulled to one side of her completely shaved pussy. Her breasts had escaped the confines of her top. 

Mother and son softly gasped together. Steve's hand had started again, now making slick sounds with its movement on his cock. "Ohhh," the aroused mother sighed as her finger circled her hard clit through her little panties, which were completely soaked by this point. 

"What turns you on in this picture, Steve? Is it because she has no hair down there?" Francine softly quizzed. 

"Oh God, Mom," he moaned. "Yeah; that's pretty damned sexy." His hand was moving quickly on his cock now. The situation was so wild, he was panting. 

"You really think so, sweetie? You like a shaved pussy?" The sexy mother was equally out of control now; one finger secretively slipping in and out of her steaming cunt as she purred the word pussy. 

"I like that look a lot better than those old timey black and white pictures where the woman has a big bush. Plus, I like seeing the lips, so there should be no hair there, right?" Noted Steve, turning to look his mother in the eyes. 

"Right." Francine's voice and gaze dropped off self-consciously. 

Steve noticed his mother's sudden lack of confidence and immediately remembered what he saw from the hallway regarding his mom's own pubic hair situation. 

"But I'm talking about not liking the big bush styles from back in the day. A trimmed one is okay; I guess." he trailed off. 

"So my boy prefers a shaved pussy, huh?"

Francine bent over and leaned on her sons shoulder, bringing her lips within inches of his ear. "Maybe I should get out of the 1980's. I think I may just go take a nice hot bath...and shave mine tonight." She said softly. 

Steve slowly turned to find his mother gazing into his eyes, a sly grin on her face. 

'Oh, God, I can't believe I just said that.' she thought, 'I need to get back to my room so that I can get myself off.' As she blinked several times she was amazed to realize that her panties were drenched between her legs. 

"Okay, Steve," she said, patting him on the chest. "I think I'm beginning to understand why you wanted to look at these pictures when you were 'taking care of business,' so to speak. But I still don't think those were the pictures you were looking at earlier today." 

She stood up, and noticed his left hand movements under the desk. "I'm going to leave you to it," she went on wryly. "Enjoy yourself, sweetie; and one of these days soon you can show me the pictures you were really looking at this morning." She concluded with a friendly smile.

Steve's mind was in overload. 'She knew! She knew what I was doing just now. And I think she knew what I was looking at earlier! It didn't even seem to bother her!' He said to himself as he heard the door click closed behind her. 

His eyes were still looking at the picture on the screen, but all he could see was his mother's face, and her amazing body. Quickly he opened the WOWMOM file and began clicking on photos. 

From across the hallway he could hear the sound of water running, filling his mother's large Jacuzzi bathtub. "Oh my God...is she really shaving her pussy?" he wondered. Within seconds his cock felt gigantic in his hand.

Then he remembered the text message from his mom that he had not opened. He grabbed his iPhone and clicked to her message. The text across the screen read, "Here is the 1 for U. Sweet Dreams." The photo attachment opened. 

"OH MY GOD-DAMN!!!" He groaned out loud, his voice echoing off the walls of his bedroom. Steve groaned a second time; his hands shaking as he about blew a load. "That photo is from the other night when she came in late." He groaned as he looked longingly at his mother's image on his phone. 

Francine Smith, beautiful blonde mother of two, had just intentionally sent her teenage son the same risqué photo of her she had sent her husband. 

The same photo of her smiling drunkenly, wearing her sheer brown print blouse. 

The same photo where her bra was pulled down under her big boobs, forcing them higher on her chest. 

The same photo where her hard nipples were completely exposed under the sheer material. 

The stakes had suddenly been raised in her little game.

Francine for her part had stumbled awkwardly across the hall on unexpectedly shaky legs moments earlier, quickly returning to her own bedroom. She closed her door, sweating profusely as she reached into her bathroom closet and pulled out a pair of sheers, placed them on the edge of her tub and ran a quick bath.

After relaxing and washing her overheated body in the hot water, Francine reached onto the apron of the tub and grabbed the sheers she had set there earlier. 

"I'll show him who's a stuck up, old biddy and who isn't." She smiled as she grasped her tuft of brown pubic hair in her left hand and began cutting away. 

Five minutes later she rubbed her hand across the unshaven, bristly surface with a smile. "We can't have these stubbles now, can we? Someone might get hurt." She laughed.

Lying back in the tub, Francine grabbed her shaving cream can and began applying it liberally to her stubbly pussy mound. Looking back and forth between the huge mirror that spanned the length of her sunken tub and her now creamy mound, she worked the cream in, and slowly spread her legs wide. 

"Got to get it all." She smiled, as she began working her five blade razor slowly across her skin, removing all the remnants of shaving cream and stubble. 

Francine ran a little more water to rinse with, rubbed her hand proudly across her newly exposed, baby soft skin, and declared "Job well done. How will anyone know I dye my hair blond now?" Francine laughed as she began draining the water from the tub and stood up to dry herself. 

After drying herself with great attention to detail, she suddenly was in great need of relief. Without taking the time to reach for her dildo, she jumped on the bed and was on her back, legs spread and four fingers plunging quickly in and out of her wet cunt. 

Frantically, she masturbated herself until the room was spinning and she came in a blinding rush of images and sensations, envisioning her son's cock taking its rightful place in her pussy! Sleep came easy then, her dreams filled with images of her son and she doing all sorts of wonderful things.

Late that night as Francine Smith settled in on top of her bed, she fired up a stiff blunt of Chronic and admired her newly shaved vagina, her knees spread wide. "I suppose I can't call you my little 'Muff' or 'Beaver' any longer. I think Cunt is much more appropriate now. " She giggled as she admired her handy work in the bright light of her bedroom. "And now, no one can tell I'm not a natural blonde when I show you off." She happily smiled. 

She smiled as she rubbed herself slowly, enjoying the intoxicatingly smooth feel of her smooth skin. Her gaze was momentarily drawn to her bedroom windows. Both shades were drawn wide open, exposing her nude form to any of her neighbors who happened to have a second floor view of her bedroom. 'I wonder if anyone is enjoying the view?' she pondered.

Suddenly she was shaken from her reverie by the ringing of her cell phone. RING...RING. 

She picked up her cell phone from the bedside table. "STAN SMITH SECURE SAT PHONE" was the heading on her screen. "How exciting and well-timed! It's Stan calling from his overseas assignment." 

Without removing her fingers from her newly shaved snatch she eagerly answered the phone. "Hi Stan! How are things in Afghanistan?" 

"Fantastic, Francine." He responded. "I had a great session with a client today...got a ton of Intel from him after a bit of persuasion if you know what I mean, so now my trip is going to be cut short. I'll be home in Langley Falls next Monday." 

"That's fantastic news!" Francine exclaimed excitedly. "I've really missed you Stan."

"I've missed you too baby." Stan replied, unsure what to make of her comment. Her excitement seemed genuine, yet he knew that she usually looked forward to his being gone. 

He had personally been longing for her as well since he left six days earlier, especially after receiving the photos from his wife on Friday night. The second photo had been a bit tame, but the first photo, the one of her wearing her sheer blouse with her bra pulled down was the sexiest thing he had ever seen his wife do other than her antics on their recent date in Baltimore. 

Her beautiful smiling face in the photo had set the tone, her breasts bulging obscenely against her sheer top, her nipples swollen against the see-through material, the image stunning him.

But what had really gotten to him was the caption on the second photo. "Enjoy! Thinking about when u get home. If you show these photos to ur friends I hope I get a lot of compliments on my outfit LOL" 

The implications of showing his friends Francine's obscene selfie would normally have fried his mind. Instead he had found himself strangely excited at the thought of his friends seeing her looking so sexually attractive. He felt like he would be proud if these other men would find her sexually attractive.

"So whatcha doin" he asked casually. 

"Just relaxing," she said as she looked down and admired her smooth pussy lips as she rubbed them softly. "I have a surprise to show you when you come home." She beamed, thinking about what his response might be when she showed him her new hairless look. 

"I can't wait." He responded before Francine continued. 

"So did the photos I texted Friday night help with your time away?" she giggled. 

"More than you would ever know Francine." He paused for several awkward seconds. "I was wondering though Francine. Uhm...what was with...you know...the note? 'If you show these photos to ur friends I hope I get a lot of compliments on my outfit?' Surely you didn't intend for me to show that photo of you in the see thru blouse to my coworkers? Ha, ha, ha...ha, ha. Right?" His voice trailed off without confidence. "I mean your nipples were showing...all sexy...and what not... ha, ha, ha..."

The connection went eerily silent. Stan was swallowing hard, wondering if he had overstepped a boundary. He was relieved to hear Francine speak softly on the other end. 

"Do you want to show that picture of me to your friends Stan?" she asked in breathless anticipation of his answer. 

Again, the line went silent, this time for over twenty seconds.

"Francine; recently I've been wanting to. Yes...yes I wanted to show them that sexy photo of you." came the soft answer from Stan.

Francine sat bolt upright in the bed as the ramifications of his answer quickly sank in. "Oh Stan, she whispered in unbridled delight, "Do you really want to show my picture to them?" He paused and replied.

"Francine, ever since we took Roger's "Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy" session I think I have turned a major corner on my appreciation of your beauty and controlling my jealousy at the same time, ironically enough. I'm really excited and proud of how you look in that photo" 

"Oh Stan! I feel the same way." 

"Maybe that silly relaxation phrase Roger gave me worked." Stan laughed. 

"What phrase was that Stan?" Francine tittered. 

"Legerdemain!" Laughed Stan. 

Once more the phone went silent as Francine stared off into space, a bead of sweat forming on her lip. 

"Legerdemain...he told me that too." she repeated softly. 

Now it was Stan's turn to stare off trance like.

As they slowly recovered over the next few minutes each could feel an over powering desire to open up even more with their most intimate thoughts and fantasies. 

"I already did it Francine." Stan said into his cell. 

Francine smiled with a questioning look on her face. "You already did what Stan?" 

"I already showed all of the guys the photo you sent me...the one with your nipples showing through your blouse. Don't be mad at me...hear me out. I felt so full of pride of being with you when we were out on our adventure in Baltimore. It made me feel important when the other men in the restaurant, and especially that guy in the parking lot leered at you sexually. Just like it made me feel fantastic when the other spies found you attractive." 

Francine rocked upright in the bed further, enthralled to hear what her husband was saying.

"Oh no Stan, I am not even close to being mad that you showed your friends my photo. You won't believe this, but deep inside I think I have wanted that to happen for a while. Ever since the sessions I feel so confident and glamorous. When we went on our date in Baltimore I wanted so much to please and tease you. But I wanted to tease the other men also. It thrilled me to know those men in the bar, and the guy in the parking lot thought I was hot." 

"I could tell you enjoyed it Francine. I am so glad I did it, but it took all of my nerve to suggest our little parking lot game that night. I was worried I would blow our relationship by asking. The vision of you with that guy's dick blowing off in your hand keeps going through my mind; and I like it. God, this is so much fun opening up to you like this Francine." Stan responded with enthusiasm. 

"What did they say Stan? What did they say about the picture; and me being dressed like that? Did they think I looked attractive?" She asked, rubbing her pussy harder. 

"They all said I must be the luckiest man in the world to have such a hot wife that likes to dress like that for me; and doesn't mind having that kind of picture seen by my friends. That's what they said."

"I really would like for us to keep knocking down the barriers of our sexual inhibitions Stan." She giddily responded. "It almost seems like my inhibitions are lowering more each time I see that people like my body and the way I tease them." 

"We can keep knocking them down babe, just like this." Stan replied. "By talking and discussing the hot stuff that happens to us every day. By talking about our fantasies and desires."

"You know what I'm doing right now Stan?" Francine giggled. 

"No; tell me." He reached for the open zipper of his cargo pants in anticipation.

"I'm lounging on bed in the nude. I'm rubbing my little surprise for you. Listen" She held her cell phone down to her suddenly drenched pussy while she jammed two fingers in repeatedly. 

"Did you hear that Stan?" 

"What was it?" he asked in anticipation. 

"Wait just a second." She said as the line went quiet. 

A few seconds later Stan's satellite phone indicated the arrival of a text message from Francine. When he quickly opened the message he was treated to an HD digital image of a smoothly shaved and visibly wet pussy. He recognized the background as his bedroom as he quickly jerked the phone to his ear. 

"Francine...Francine...are you there? Is that you in the picture?" 

"Sure is baby. You likey?" She lewdly asked. 

"Oh my God, that looks incredible. What made you decide to do it?" 

"I don't know if I should tell you. Do you think the new Stan can really handle the new sexually uninhibited Francine?" 

"I think so." He replied. 

"Well, let me ask you this...would you show the photo I just sent you to your friends? If you would, and you can stand the thought of your buddies beating off to photos of your sexy wife, then you probably will want to hear the story."

"I'm telling you right now that I am going to show the photo of your cute little pussy to them first thing in the morning, so fire away."

Pulling hard once more on her joint, Francine swallowing a deep lung full before exhaling and beginning. "Well...I guess I could tell you, what with you claiming you like it now when other men leer and get boners when they look at me. Right?" 

"Righttt... I'm listening." Stan replied with a leer. 

"Well; it seems that shaved pussies are what all the boys like these days." She laughed as she pulled deeply on her joint once more. "It turns out I have at least one young admirer who gets boners looking at me...and he told me that the boys all like shaved cunts." She smiled. 

"Really..." Stan replied, shocked at her choice of words. "Tell me more."

"I caught this kid spying on me while I was tanning in the back yard."

"That seems harmless enough." Stan responded as Francine continued.

"Spying on me while I was tanning...totally in the nude." She laughed. 

"Did he see anything good?" Stan asked, his interest rising along with his cock. 

"Let me tell you mister, this kid saw more than the guy in the hotel parking lot and the bell boy saw combined." She laughed. "I've been tanning behind the hedges so I can get a great all over tan, if you know what I mean."

"Which of the neighborhood kids was it Francine? One of Steve's friends?" 

Stan asked stroking his hardened cock at the thought of a teenager seeing his beautiful wife nude. Her response caused him to instantly pick up the pace of his stroking. 

"It was Steve." Once more, the line went quiet. 

"Our son Steve? He was spying on you?" 

"Are you mad Stan?" his wife asked with concern. 

"No...No, not mad at all. He's geeky, but all in all just a curious teen." 

"To be honest Stan, it really was your fault for getting him interested in me like that in the first place." She replied calmly. 

"My fault? How the hell is that possible?" He asked, stroking his cock slowly at the indecent image running through his head of his son lusting for his mother. The imagery caused his cock to throb. 

"It was your fault because you got home late Tuesday night."

"Okkaaayyyy..." he deadpanned. 

"You were late getting home and Steve got sick so he couldn't stay at Snots house like he planned. Remember what I was wearing when you came home at nine that night?" 




American Mom Ch. 16



This is a parody story, no characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

*********************

Despite there only being a couple of weeks left before summer break, school was not in session Tuesday morning. The teachers union was using up the last two planning days on the calendar Tuesday or Wednesday.

Steve Smith woke up to a nearly empty house. Only Haley was home, having arrived sometime late in the night from another rock festival. Roger the alien had been gone for several days on one of his wacky exploits. Stan was still in Afghanistan, and Francine had left a note saying she was on yet another antiques trip to Pennsylvania. 

"I still can't believe Mom let me watch her shave her pussy last night." Steve thought to himself before quickly whacking off to the surreal images of the night before. 

After finishing the deed and cleaning up, Steve downed a couple of bowls of Captain Crunch cereal and left out of the house for a long walk to the neighborhood comic book store with a cheerful skip to his step. 

Half an hour later Steve reached his destination, "The Fantasy Realm" collectibles store. After greeting the store owner, Steve heard an enthusiastic greeting from the back end of the store. 

"Hey Steve-O.!"

Steve looked around to see Clint Speed, Pearl Baily High School's all-time leading wide receiver, recent Penn State scholarship signees, and one of Steve's cool new senior friends. 

"Oh, Hey Clint." Steve called out as he walked to the back of the store.

"How's it hangin'?" Clint greeted the younger teen, offering a quickly accepted fist bump.

"Great Clint. How about you?" Steve asked, trying to appear comfortable talking to an A list student, even though he was nervous. 

"Hangin' great." The older boy added with a laugh and a grab at his crotch. "Just waitin' for school to come to a close." 

Clint quickly came straight to his point. "So Steve, ol buddy. Got any more photos of that hot Mom of yours on that cell phone?"

"Naw." Steve respond with a bit of regret that he was letting down his new friend.

"Too bad." The older teen muttered.

"Wait. I just remembered. I don't have a new one, but my Mom has a new one on her phone. Would you want to see that sometime?" Steve smiled, suddenly recalling last night's quickie full frontal nude shot on his mom's phone. 

"Hellz Yeah!" Clint piped up eagerly, grabbing Steve's hand in a soul grip and pulling him in for a man hug. "You are the man. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your Mom, Steve." He called out, slapping Steve on the back and heading for the exit. "Text me when you have it." 

Steve gathered himself and saw the comic book store owner looking at him with a strange expression of disbelief. "Hee hee. My buddy...Clint Speed." He said as he went back to looking at comics.

He had been thumbing through various comics for ten minutes when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. As he looked to see who was calling, the screen read 'Haley's Cell'. 'What the hell does she want?' he thought, before deciding to send it straight to voicemail. Soon he was totally engrossed in the latest issues and forgot all about his sister calling.

As he left the store nearly an hour later, almost out of habit Steve pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to play games on the walk home. There looking back at him on the screen was a message telling him that he had a new text message as well as a voicemail message. Remembering that his sister had called earlier, he assumed that she left him the voice mail message. "What the hell is so important she is texting and calling me?" he grumbled. With one quick push of a button his text message box opened. 

"Oh, it was Mom texting me; with some photo attachments." He beamed, quickly recalling the sexy photo she had sent him yesterday. "Wait. This message was for Dad." He read the message. 'Stan - Hope these help hold you over until you return. XOXO.' Remembering what the last mis-sent text message to his father contained, Steve quickly opened the attachments.

"Wow. I bet Clint would love to see these." He muttered. As he stood stunned, Steve Smith saw a series of five steamy photos of his sexy blonde mom. These were not merely posed nude images. No, these were X-rated and pornographic selfies by anyone's definition. 

They started with a shot of Francine from the top of her head to her knees, holding her cell phone and smiling beautifully while facing her mirror; completely naked. For the next photo Francine had pulled her big left tit to her mouth and was sucking on her own nipple while staring at her image in her mirror, her breast overflowing her hand.

The next image showed the horny MILF lying on her back on her bed, her opened legs facing her mirror while her left knee pointed straight up. Her freshly shaved pussy appeared wet. The fourth photo showed her in the same pose, but this time with the middle finger of her left hand buried in her pussy to the hilt. The final photo showed her with that same finger buried in her mouth, her cheeks sucking noticeably inwards.

Steve was stunned. "How does she send pictures like that to the wrong person twice in a week? I wonder if she would send me something like that if I asked? I mean, she did send me the one yesterday wearing that see through top." 

Shaking off the wooziness from seeing his mother in the text message attachment's he opened his voicemail to retrieve the message. What Steve heard stopped him once more in his tracks. 

The next thing Steve knew he was listening to his nineteen year old sister's voice "Since you were so strong and forceful when you told me you wanted me to do this, here is a sexy voicemail just for you. Wow I'm really nervous. I've never made an obscene phone call before...I just hope you like this Jeff." 

This would not be the first time that Steve had gotten a message from Haley that was actually for her longtime boyfriend Jeff Fischer. Haley sometimes doesn't pay a lot of attention to whose name she pushes on her contact list, and apparently both of Steve and Jeff's voicemails just read off their phone numbers so it's hard to tell if you have the correct number or not.

After Steve heard that the message was for Jeff he was about to push the delete button, but curiosity got the best of him. "Maybe she will say something that I can get over on her. 

Suddenly a long moan echoed out of the phone and bounced around inside his head. Steve then stopped dead in his tracks in shock. Several short moans later and there was no doubt that Steve was listening to his sister masturbating. 

'Fuck...' he thought to himself. 'This is not something that I'm supposed to hear.'

The message went on for about two minutes, filled the entire time with moans until the very end when Haley whispered "God that felt so good. I can't wait until you get off work tonight Jeff." 

Steve just stood there completely stunned as the message ended. Without even deleting the message, Steve just closed the phone and looked at it completely dumbfounded. He quickly noticed a very uncomfortable feeling in his jeans and realized that he was rock hard, his cock threatening to break the button off his jeans.

Steve kept thinking to himself 'but it's your sister', but that thought really didn't help. The sounds of her moans kept echoing through his head and his cock just refused to soften until he had almost made it home. 

By the time Steve he walked in the door he had pretty much convinced himself that it was not a big deal. 'I mean I know Haley isn't innocent...and it's not like I was supposed to hear the message anyway.' Steve kept telling himself 'She's your older sister. Just forget about it and everything will be ok. Besides, it's nothing compared to the photos from Mom. What the hell is up with these women and their misdirected messages?'

The second Steve walked into the living room though that whole idea was blown out of the water. There sitting on the couch was Haley in a pair of little shorts and a tight tank top. All of a sudden her voicemail moans where in his head again and Steve didn't even have to look down to realize that he was hard as a rock again. As he stared blankly Haley just smiled at him 

"Hello...Earth to Steve." Her voice snapped him out of his daze and he gave her a weak smile 

"Oh...hi sis what's up?" 

"I'm upset with someone Steve. I called Jeff and he never called me back today, that's what's up" she said in a very annoyed tone. "I left him a voicemail, and he was supposed to call me when he got off work." 

"Well, did you tell him to call you in the message?" Steve replied, already knowing what her message said, since it was now repeating itself over and over in his head. 

"Well; no. But he should want to call after the message I left him" she replied quickly. A deep red tint crossed her tan face as she blushed. 

Steve put on his best poker face at that point, trying to hide the fact that he knew all too well just why she was blushing. "I'm sure he'll call Haley. Don't worry" was all Steve could say as he got out of the room as quickly as possible, his cock still throbbing in his pants.

Steve hurried quickly to his room and locked the door. As the door shut he stood there thinking about what was happening. It didn't take long though for his mind to wander. 

Soon Steve started to think about Haley's long smooth tan legs that led up to her tight ass that looked so good in a bikini. Steve suddenly came to his senses and shook his head trying to get those thoughts out. 

'What the hell am I thinking about? I've always known Haley was attractive. But I never thought of her sexually before. Sure, I'll admit I have let my eyes linger when she walked by me in a bikini...but that always seemed fairly innocent.'

So there Steve stood in his room, his hard-on still raging in his pants, not sure what to think about the afternoon's events when he heard a knock on the door, snapping him back to reality. 

Steve slowly turned to open the door "Who is it?" 

"It's me bro I need to talk to you." 

Steve could feel his cock jump in his pants at the sound of Haley's voice. Slowly he opened the door and peaked his head out, trying to look as calm as possible. Without being able to help himself his eyes slid up and down her body before meeting her eyes.

"Hey sis what's up" was all Steve could say without giving away the thoughts that were currently running through his head. 

"Ummm I was wondering...did you get a voicemail from me today?" Haley asked nervously, with a look of embarrassment. 

'She must have wondered why Jeff hadn't called her back and then looked at her recent calls.' Steve pondered. 'That means that she knows that she called me by mistake!' 

"Uh yeah I did" was all Steve could say. Very quickly a stunned look crossed her face. 

"Did you listen to it?" Steve had no clue what so ever how to reply to that and apparently his silence told her all she needed to know. 

A little smile crossed her face. "So...did you like it?" 

Steve didn't even get a chance to reply, because suddenly she turned away walking down the hall to her room. Steve stood stunned as he watched her nice little ass go down the hall, away from him. Steve just closed his door and walked back to his bed, unzipping his jeans and pulling off his shirt, and lay back on his bed. 

His hand slowly slid down and pulled his still rock hard cock out of the fly of his white briefs. Slowly his hand started to slide up and down his length as Steve thought about his sisters amazing body and that little smile she gave him when she found out he had heard the message. His mind quickly wandered back to the message and his hand sped up at the same time.

Then Steve got an idea. He reached for his cell phone and quickly dialed up his voice mail. The next thing Steve heard was his sister's voice. With his hand still wrapped tightly around his length he started to listen to Haley's moans. His hand very quickly sped up, with the message coming to an end as he released a large load over his stomach. Steve closed the phone, breathing hard in complete disbelief that everything that happened tonight actually happened. After cleaning up a bit he feel asleep, his sister's moans still echoing through his head.

The next morning, with school not in session again, Francine left the house bright and early to run errands, like she always seemed to be doing lately. Steve woke at around 10 that morning to a very quiet house. Haley's door was still closed and he assumed she was still asleep. He pulled on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. 

As he pulled the toast out of the toaster Steve heard the sound of feet moving across the kitchen floor. Without even looking Steve said "Good morning Haley"

"Damn. I was going to try and scare you" she said giggling lightly. 

Steve turned around and was immediately stunned. Standing a few feet from him was his sister, wearing a very thin, tight and short white tank top that stopped above the gold ring in her belly button and a pair of pink bikini style panties. Adding a sense of surrealism to the situation, he was amazed to see she was wearing a pair of black leather dress shoes with four inch heels. His eyes slid slowly up and down her body until he heard a staged cough. 

"See something you like?" she smiled sweetly.

"Sorry sis. Just not used to seeing you wear anything like that around the house. I don't think mom or dad would approve" Steve snickered.

"Well they aren't here, are they?" she said with a smile. 

Steve just shook his head and didn't reply, instead turning around to put some jelly on his toast. 

Apparently Haley wasn't done though. She eased up next to him and sat up on the counter, looking at him with an intense smile on her face. Steve couldn't help but look over and see how tight the tank top clung to her breasts, which were at his eye level. The brown of her hardened nipples was bleeding through the thin material. 

His eyes hung over her breasts a little too long and Haley grabbed them with her hands and pressed them together pushing more of the flesh up over the top of her tank top. "You like them, don't you?" is all she said. 

"What are you up to?" Steve said as he looked over at her suspiciously. Very quickly Steve started to realize that his cock had started to harden once again.

"Oh I'm not up to anything. But you never did answer me last night mister. Did you like the message I left you?" A big cheerful smile crossed Haley's face as Steve looked up at her in shock, not knowing what to say. 

"You mean you know that you left that on my phone?" Steve said surprised at how she didn't seem upset about it. 

"Yeah. I figured it out. And judging by how hard you were when you got home, you listened to all of it...and you liked it." 

Steve just stood their stunned and his sister smiled at him as she let herself down off the counter, her tall heels clacking on the floor. "Just so you know; I sound even hotter in person" she said as she walked away "Come on by my room if you want to experience that." 

As she walked off Steve was staggered to see that she was actually wearing a pair of thong panties with just a small string separating her jiggling ass cheeks.

Steve just stood in place, completely in shock trying to figure out what his sister had just said and done. "Did she just invite me to come and listen and watch her masturbate?" he asked himself out loud. 

After trying to finish spreading the jelly on his piece of toast he dropped the knife and slowly walked down the hall towards his sister's room. As Steve approached the door a loud moan echoed through the upstairs hallway. Steve arrived at her room quickly and peaked around the corner.

There was Haley laying on her bed, one hand underneath her tank top moving while the other hand pushed her panties to the side as two fingers smoothly slid in and out of her pussy. She looked over at him and smiled, before slowly running her tongue along her lips. In a very sultry tone she spoke "Come on in bro. Watch me for a while."

Steve certainly wasn't in the right frame of mind to say no. He walked slowly into her room, noticing that the chair that was normally at her desk had been rolled within several feet of the end of her bed, facing directly between her spread legs. Steve slowly eased himself down into the chair, his cock raging and his eyes glued to the spot where two of Haley's fingers now rested inside of her tight, shaved pussy.

Steve just sat there speechless as his sister resumed slowly sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. Steve could see and hear that she was soaking wet. As he watched as she fingered her pussy, he was suddenly hit in the head with her tank top. This drew his attention up to see his sister laying against a pile of pillows with her beautiful breasts on full display, her left nipple being pinched roughly between her fingers.

The whole time Steve was taking in the scene Haley was moaning loudly. The same moans that just yesterday afternoon he had heard on his cell phone. His hand slowly crept down to the tent in his shorts covering the raging hard on that he had. He started to slowly massage it through his shorts until Haley spoke between moans.

"Take it out bro. I want to see it." His cock hurt so bad pressing against his shorts, so there was no way Steve could say no. He stood up and slid them down to the floor with his white briefs, his cock popping straight out as his sister stopped for a second to stare. Steve noticed the look of awe on her face as his nine inches of meat bounced with every beat of his heart. 

"Wow Steve. What a big, beautiful cock." Haley smiled with a lustful look in her eyes as her fingers resumed sliding in and out of her wet pussy at a pace that was even faster than before. 

Steve sat back down on the office chair, the leather rubbing against his bare skin. His hand quickly slid around his cock and slowly started to slide up and down his long length. Steve had no control over his hand anymore and was transfixed on his sister's fingers sliding in and out of her bare pussy. Soon Steve realized that he was jerking his cock at the same pace that she was fingering her pussy.

It didn't take long before Haley's moans increased in pace and volume. Soon an orgasm took complete control of her body and she squirmed on her bed letting out short loud moans, the most erotic sounds Steve have ever heard. As her orgasm subsided she looked at him, smiled, and let out a low throaty moan that spoke of complete satisfaction and pleasure.

His hand kept sliding up and down his cock as Haley laid there breathing deeply watching him with a little wicked smile on her face. 

Steve looked at her "So is the show over, or are you going to help me with this?" 

Without saying a word, Haley slid off of her bed and walked over to him, wearing just her tall heels and her panties, twisted and tight. 

She stood in front of him for a second, her beautiful breasts right there in front of his face. "So little bro, did you like the message I left for you?" 

"Yeah I did, but you didn't leave it for me, you left it for Jeff" Steve replied as his eyes ran over her body taking in every inch, not knowing if he would ever get to see her in this state of undress ever again.

Haley then put her hand on his shoulders and looked at him, his eyes meeting hers. "Oh Steve. You're so clueless. I saw you from the hallway the other day while you were jacking off in your bed." 

Steve looked stunned. 

"You left your door cracked open. Anyway, your cock is amazing. Who knew a skinny dude like you could be so huge?" She leaned in closer. "I left that message for you. I was thinking of you and I knew you were going to get the message. I just said Jeff's name so you wouldn't realize right away that I wanted your big cock." 




American Mom Ch. 16



Before Steve ever got a chance to tell her he had never fucked before, she lifted herself up onto his lap facing him. She smiled and slid forward, so that his hard cock was sticking straight up, the underside rubbing against her soaked pussy. "Now fuck your sister with that big dick, and don't worry...I'm on the pill so you can fill me up."

Steve didn't know what to say. His sexual instincts just took over and his hands slid down the side of her body and grabbed her hips tight. Steve lifted her up so that his cock head was rubbing against the wet opening of her pussy. Haley held onto his shoulders tight to maintain her balance as she slowly lowered herself onto him. 

It was a feeling of complete ecstasy as Steve slid deep into his sister. Their eyes were locked the entire time as she slid down his cock. Finally their bodies met and Steve was buried all the way inside her. 

She was tighter than Steve imagined she would be and it felt so good. Haley looked at him "Now fuck me like I know you want to little bro. Fuck me like an animal."

Steve gripped her hips even tighter and lifted her up off of his cock all the way until only his cock head remained inside of her. Then Steve pulled her back down onto him slowly. Steve repeated this motion over again, faster and harder. Over and over Steve slid his sister up and down his hard cock, harder and faster each time. 

They fucked passionately, the desk chair creaking and their moans filling the room. Steve leaned forward and buried his face between her bouncing tits as he kept fucking her, hard and fast. Haley's tits bounced around his face as Steve caught one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it lightly.

Steve knew he wouldn't last long at this pace. He leaned back "Fuck! I'm going to cum so hard sis." 

"Uhmmmm. FUCK YES! Fill your big sister's pussy" she said between moans. 

As Steve heard her, his cock jerked and exploded. Rope after rope of cum shot deep into Haley's pussy as Steve unloaded. Steve began to breathe hard and fell back in the chair as he finished cumming. Haley looked down at him with a look of satisfaction. "Is that all you have bro or are you ready for another round?'

Steve just looked at her with a smile "Holy shit Haley. You're incredible...of course I want another round." 

She gave a happy little giggle and climbed off of his cock, spilling some of his cum out. Steve watched it slide down her leg as she moved over to her bed. 

She climbed onto her bed and got on all fours and looked back at him. "Well; get over here and fuck me doggy style little brother." Steve smiled and shook his head.

Steve quickly moved over to the bed, his cock still rock hard. He got onto his knees behind her and slid his cock head along her pussy. As he teased her a little with his cock head she looked back at him. "Fuck me now Steve. I need you inside me." Steve wasn't going to argue with her and he slowly slid himself back inside of her with no problem.

As Steve buried himself inside her once again he reached around and put his hands on those young firm tits that he had lusted after for years. He slid his hips back and then forward, starting to fuck her. With several long loud moans Steve picked up the pace and fucked her pussy from behind faster and faster. 

She let out a loud moan before burying her face into her pillow. Steve could still hear her moaning into her pillow as he plowed his cock deep inside of her, stretching her tight pussy around his cock. Steve pinched her nipples as he continued fucking her harder and harder.

Soon his cock tensed up and was on the verge of exploding again.

Reluctantly he slid himself out of her and quickly rolled her over. She looked at him with a confused look not knowing what Steve was doing, but then a smile crossed her face as she looked at him. 

Steve jerked his cock several times with his hand and let out a loud moan. His cock exploded again. Another large load ripping out of his cock and splashing all over his sister's tits. 

Steve came long and hard. As Haley watched, another orgasm took hold of her body and Steve helped her along by rubbing his thumb against her stiff clit. As they both finished cumming Steve looked down at her and smiled. 

Haley smiled back, his cum all over her breasts, and scooped up some and licked it off of her fingers. "Mmmm you taste good. Come over here and let me clean that cock off."

Steve moved up the bed and held his cock out over her face. She skillfully slid her mouth over it and the next thing Steve knew he could feel his cock rubbing against the back of her throat. 

Quickly she cleaned him off and Steve slid out of her mouth. Steve collapsed back onto the bed and watched as she scooped up his cum and licked it off her fingers. 

After she finished she looked over at him with a smile "Thanks little brother. I really needed that. I think this is going to be a fun relationship going forward."



American Mom Ch. 17



This is a parody story, no characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

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Thursday morning, sitting in homeroom, Steve's mind was in sex-crazed fog as usual. Today though, he had every reason to be distracted. after all he had finally lost his cherry yesterday; to his sister Haley of all people.

Steve was so tied up in his day dreaming that he didn't even see Mrs. Jacobs as she strolled up behind him. The sound of her throat clearing got his attention. She reached down and picked up a sketch, that until now he didn't even realize he'd been absentmindedly working on. 

It was a detailed drawing of a large set of naked breasts. Mrs. Jacobs looked away from the sketch and glared down at her horny student, one eyebrow cocked. 

'Oh shit!' He thought with a sick look.

Later that afternoon, Francine Smith walked up the school hallway against the traffic flow, kids scrambling around her as the end of the day arrived. Her high-heels clicked against the floor as she searched for her son's classroom. 

"Hey sweet lady. Care to take a ride on the speed train." came the sappy come on from Senior, Clint Speed. Francine ignored the boy's ham handed pickup attempt, unaware that her son Steve had shown Clint her eroticly posed image on his cell phone a few days before.

Enjoying the gaze of the older boys, she none the less was annoyed by the amount of cranked up noise and commotion caused by the unruly bunch trying to leave the school for the day. Finally she found her way to room 125. 

"Mrs. Smith, I appreciate you coming in to meet with me. I'm very concerned about Steve's performance lately and felt you should be too." Mrs. Jacob's said as they sat near her desk. 

"Well thank you for calling me. I wasn't aware there was a problem." Francine said. 

"Along with his frequent tardiness Steve seems very distracted during class lately. I'm afraid he's developing a very unhealthy obsession." She said. 

"What kind of obsession?" Francine asked, with a hint of concern

"This afternoon I caught him drawing this." The teacher said, setting the boob sketch in front of Francine. 

'Tits? Steve is drawing tits at school. Big titties too. Oh my God. I wonder if they're mine?' Francine thought. 

"Well; boys will be boys Mrs. Jacobs." Francine giggled nervously. 

"So you're not concerned that your son was drawing female breasts during my math class?" The teacher asked with annoyance. 

"Yes, of course that part does concern me, but if you're also asking if I consider drawing pictures of naked women an unhealthy obsession for a boy Steve's age? That answer is no." Francine said defensively.

"Mrs. Smith, his grades are slipping rapidly. Something has recently happened to cause this slip." Mrs. Jacob's said with concern. 

"Well then, that will be addressed I can assure you. But as far as this "obsession" is concerned, it will not be handled here at school. I will take care of it at home. Anything else Mrs. Jacobs?" Francine asked, with a grandiose little smirk.

As she left school, Steve's little art project clinched tightly in her hand as she drove, Francine came to a decision. 

At eleven o'clock that night Steve Smith lay in his bed, finally unwinding after what had been an extremely stressful and nerve racking day. 'How could I have been so stupid and careless?' he thought to himself. I can't believe Mom didn't bring it up at dinner. I'm probably off the hook tonight, but I bet my ass gets grounded when Stan gets back home.' 

Completely exhausted, he turned out his lights and lay his head on his pillow, the white noise sound of a lengthy shower running down the hall, followed by the hum of a hair dryer slowly allowing him to peacefully nod off. 

The sound of his cell phone receiving a text message awakened Steve from his deep slumber. Reaching out he fumbled blindly on the nightstand until his hand closed around it. Forcing his eyes open, he saw that it was a little after midnight. 

"Who the hell is texting me this late?" Steve wondered as he looked at the phone and saw the avatar of his mom in her pink star tank top. "Why is she texting me? God, please don't have her want to talk to me now about that drawing." He pleaded.

TEXT FROM FRANCINE: "Steve, are you still up? I need to talk with you. Can I come to your room?" 

TEXT FROM STEVE: "What's wrong."

TEXT FROM FRANCINE: "We need to talk about your school work." 

TEXT FROM STEVE: "Now? I guess..." 

Shaking his head, Steve put the phone down and forced his tired body to get up. Soon after slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top, he heard gentle rapping and walked the short distance to his door to open it as he turned on the light for the room. 

Fighting the sudden light filling the room, Steve sleepily had the impression that his mother was a little taller than normal tonight. 

"Thanks." She whispered as she slowly walked past him to take a seat on his bed. His mother was wearing her thick, extra-long terrycloth robe, cinched up tightly by the sash, and pulled tightly together on top. 

'Oh shit.' He thought to himself. 'She's gone back to the frumpy look. That can't be good.' In the blinding light of his room he noted that despite the granny robe, her hair and makeup were giving her a glamorous and wild appearance. 

"Have you been out tonight?" he asked.

"Don't worry about where I've been Steve; we need to have a serious talk." 

Steve looked at her miserably, knowing she was about to lower the boom over his school grades and conduct. Since he knew she had been called to school that afternoon, she was probably going to also jump him about the drawing. 

"Yeah, Mom, I know..." 

"You're failing some of your classes, honey." She started. "Your behavior has got to change. You need to tackle your studies like you used too."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve hung his head. Francine reached in the pocket of her big frumpy robe and pulled out the sketch his teacher had given her, and handed it over to him. 

"Here...I thought you might wanna keep this." She said. 

"Huh?" He gasped, taken by surprise that his mother had the confiscated drawing. 

"Although I don't think we can put it on the refrigerator." They both laughed lightly to themselves at the thought. 

"You're getting to be a pretty good artist Steve. Those are very realistic." She said. 

"Thanks." He said sarcastically, still embarrassed and confused. 

"Are they mine?" she asked, catching him off guard. 

"Uh... no." He lied. 

"Too bad." She said, glancing over at the picture. "They look a lot like mine; except the nipples are wrong. You know my areolas are much bigger...or were you not paying attention when I took my bath the other night...because I really thought you were focused sweetie." 

Steve just looked sheepishly at the floor. "I'll do better, Mom." 

"Yes you will, Steve. The bad grades and acting out have got to stop. Your studies are so important, we've got to do something to get you turned around, honey." she took a deep breath. 

"So let's talk more about our "incentive" plan we briefly talked about the other night" Francine turned and walked to the door. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, as she shut the door and turned the lock.

"We wouldn't want to have anyone walk in unannounced would we?" She smiled. 

"No, Mam." he replied in a voice that cracked with emotion. 

He stood, looking down as she passed again in front of him, gently grazing the back of her hand over his tenting cock as she walked to his bed. 

"Come sit here Steve." Francine requested as she patted the bed with a smile. 

"Um, okay." Steve said, gawking at her cleavage as he made his way over. 

He started to sit at the foot of his bed, when she pointed to the headboard. "No, get on the bed, like you were going to lay on it."

"What?" he asked, as his mom patted the middle of the bed. With a confused shrug, Steve climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle, facing her. 

"Take your shirt off Steve." 

"My...take my shirt off?" Steve shook his head, "Mom?" 

"Steve! I said take your shirt off." Steve quickly obeyed, removing his shirt and tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Francine grinned as she reached out and ran her long red nails across his shoulder and down his chest. 

"You are looking good, Steve." 

"Uh, thanks mom." 

She sighed and continued trailing her hand up and down his chest. It was no longer her nails, but her fingers. When she dropped down and caressed his stomach, Steve jerked away.

"Shy, are we?" she asked. "You have nothing to be shy about honey. You're a good looking young man." She gave him a strange smile. "I've always thought that, but tonight you look better than ever." She slid closer to him, her robe hiking up, opening to expose one leg up to her knee. 

Steve felt his cock stirring as he lifted his head, forcing his eyes not to stray down to her concealed tits. He could tell she was being more authoritative than she had been over the past few days, and it was a bit intimidating to him.

"Steve, it's time to lay all of our cards on the table dear." She gave him a nasty smile. "It's okay to look at my tits Steve...It's not like you haven't seen them before. You were okay watching me take my bath the other night when I invited you, right sweetie?" She asked pleasantly, pulling his chin up to force their gazes to meet. 

An awkward smile formed a look of embarrassment on his face. 

"And you've seen way more of me than just during my bath the other night, right?" A look of astonishment and fear crept across his face. 

'Please God...don't let her have found the pictures and videos! PLEASE!' Steve prayed to himself. 

"Remember the day you fell by the garage and hurt your ankle?" She asked as Steve continued to look down at his toes. "I came upstairs to get the cane from the hall for you. Your room was such a mess that I started to pick a few things up. I was picking up your dirty clothes when I found your photo club camera lying on that chair by the window." She pointed towards the chair still sitting by his window. 

"Did you know that is the only window in the entire neighborhood that looks out over our garden?" She continued, smiling. 

Knowing the images that were on that camera memory card, the color drained from his face as Francine continued. 

"I looked around the garage the next day to try and understand why you were up on that ladder in the garden." Steve looked at his mother pleadingly. "Honey, I found your 'loft fort' in the garage." 

Steve felt his heart begin to pound and his stomach sink. He thought he might vomit. 

Seeing her young son visibly shuddering and looking anxious, Francine reached her hand out to his knee, caressing it softly. He continued trembling softly with fear from having probably been caught spying on his mother and sister. 

His mind churned as he clung hopelessly to the hope that he might still be able to get out of this ordeal. Only two nights ago it had looked like he was going to soon be taking erotic photos of his MILF mom; and only last night he had fucked for the first time, with his sister.

Suddenly things were getting desperate. He knew he was going to vomit now.

"Here is the thing Steve..." Francine smiled sweetly and spoke with fondness as she once more pulled his chin up to force his eye contact. "I think you have pictures and videos of me on your computer...and I want to see them" 

He gulped awkwardly. "I think you were looking at pictures of me last Saturday when I brought your laundry in." She looked at him openhearted, but with intention. "I could have just come in here one day while you were at school and looked through your computer...but I didn't want to do that."

Steve started to tear up and hyperventilate, overcome by equal parts embarrassment and shock from being caught, and disappointment and sorrow at the awesome erotic experiences he was now going to miss out on. 

The expression on Francine's face turned quickly to compassion as she hastily kneeled on the floor in front of her son and grabbed his shoulders. "Honey...it's okay...Really!" She said enthusiastically. 

Grabbing his chin once more, she looked in his eyes and smiled. "You don't think you're in trouble do you?" 

"I'm not?" he chocked. 

"Steve Smith! I know I raised a brighter boy than that." She laughed, forcing a nervous smile to his lips as tears streamed down his face. 

"Think about this," she continued. "You fell and hurt your ankle two Fridays ago, right." Steve nodded as he began working the time over in his head. 

"I just told you a few minutes ago that I found your camera that afternoon..." she reminded him. "And I found the fort the next morning...right?" she continued as he nodded. 

"Think back...did anything interesting happen that afternoon after I found your fort and camera? I wonder...let me think? Do you recall anything memorable Steve?" His eyes began to open wider as he realized where she was going with the conversation.

"Well, if you didn't know it at the time, I seem to recall that I was in my garden that afternoon working VERY hard on my tan." She continued, raising her eyebrow's to form a friendly look of acknowledgment. 

"Maybe you didn't know I was tanning that afternoon; in the nude? That would be a shame really, because I spent a lot of time and effort rubbing tanning oil all over...and I mean ALL OVER my naked body that afternoon" 

A magnificent smile crossed her lips. "And I thought I put on a REALLY hot show. I was really wishing that someone with great quality camera equipment and with great photography skills was capturing that." She smiled sexily, nearly purring her comments. 

"After I found that camera and fort, do you really think I would have knowingly lain out in my garden nude, rubbing oil all over myself unless I wanted to be seen and photographed? Would I?" 

Steve sat dumb struck before squeaking out a low "Uh, no?" 

"Let's think about if any other significant events happened after I found your camera and fort." she asked, resting her chin on her fist like the thinker. 

"Oh wait! I remember something else." She snapped off a little too loudly, startling Steve. "Sorry about that." She apologized as they both laughed. "We don't want to wake your sister, so I'll tone it down a bit. Anyway, I will admit that you seeing me in the hallway in my sexy little robe the night before your dad left was a real accident, but what about the next night when I went out with my friends, and came back to the house with my clothes a little out of control? Maybe you noticed the picture I texted you in school on Monday was from that night?"

Steve nodded in enthusiastic agreement. 

"Notice anything unusual about that photo Steve? Maybe something interesting about my clothes?" a sly smile formed on his lips as he shook his head positive. 

"Well Steve? What was it? I thought we were able to discuss these things now like adults?" 

"Your bra was pulled down and your nipples were showing through your blouse." He answered with eagerness. 

"Now would I have sent that text to you if I was mad because you were taking pictures of me?" 

"No!" he answered happily.

"And would I have put that super flirty, super short negligee on to come back and look for magazines that night?" 

"No" 

"And would I have left my door cracked open while I paraded around my bedroom, admiring my hot body in my mirror; and posed on my bed if I was mad?" 

"No" Steve nearly yelled. 

"Before I go on, remember we agreed we can be honest, right Steve?"

"Right mom!" he beamed. 

"If I was mad, would I have "accidently" texted you the photo of me in my negligee that night...and laid on my bed with the door cracked open...pounding my little pussy with a big dildo..." She looked deeply into his eyes, her voice becoming huskier. 

"...and would I have hoped...no; would I have prayed that you were in the hall watching me; and taking pictures of me on your cell phone as I enjoyed myself?" 

Steve gulped loudly before responding softly and deeply "No." 

"And If I saw you looking at those pictures on your computer the next morning, would I have come back to your room that night, longing for you to show me the beautiful pictures you had taken of me...so we could look at them together?" 

"No." he responded softly, his breathing increased greatly.

"And what about the X-rated photos I "accidently" sent you Tuesday? Do you really think I didn't know where they were going? So..." the blonde mother asked her son, licking her lips lightly, her eye lids slightly slitted "Do you want to tell mommy anything?"

Gathering his confidence, and sitting up tall, Steve began. "Mother...I have been taking some really sexy pictures and videos of you for a while. Would you like to look at them with me?" 

"Oh Steve..." she purred, "More than anything. Can we look now?" she responded, melting against her son like wet sugar. 

"Sure mom." He said standing up and pulling her with him. 

"There are a lot though. It's going to take a VERY long time over several days to see everything." 

Francine's eyes lit up and sparkled. "Yummy...I can't wait! Can we look for a little while tonight and talk about what we are going to do to get your grades up while we look?" 

"Sure thing mom." Steve responded as he wrapped his arm around his mother's waist and guided her to his computer desk. 

As Steve prepared to sit down Francine smiled and her hand dropped back down to his chest and started rubbing it. Wrapping her other arm around his waist, holding him in place, she stood in front of her teenage son in her thick terry cloth robe, "So I have to know...what do you like the most about taking pictures of me Steve?" 

"I know that it is hard to believe, but I just think you're the hottest woman I've ever seen!" Steve blurted out. "I...I like to look at mature women and...You're the sexiest woman I have ever seen. And lately you have been dressed really provocatively..." Steve trailed off, his eyes focusing on her frump gown.

"You said that so wonderfully. That makes me feel really good Steve." She said as she slid even closer to him. Steve became painfully aware of her tits grazing his chest through the thick material of the robe.

"It does?" Steve stuttered. 

"Yes, because I decided a long time ago that I was flattered that a good looking young guy like you thinks I'm hot." She gave him a little smile and leaning forward, kissed him. The kiss was a quick peck, but directly on his lips. 

"I was a little worried that if you saw me in nude photos and videos, and maybe got excited by those images...I was concerned you might think of me as a porn star first and as your mom second...but I decided that was okay." She said with a huge smile. 

As Steve sat there stunned, she went on. "But better than that," she leaned over and sighed in his ear. "It gave me an idea, a really fun idea." 

"What's that?" Steve breathed as he felt her lips caress his ear. Again Steve felt his cock stiffening as she stepped back and looked at him.

"First of all, I can see the disappointment in your eyes in the way I'm dressed tonight..."

"No Mom; you look great." He interrupted, trying to put his mother at ease on her appearance. He noticed, now that he had his head up, that his mother's hair and makeup looked like she was preparing to step on the runway as a Mrs. America contestant. 

"I mean, your hair looks fantastic, and your makeup...WOW, what can I say? You look really hot. Did you go out tonight?" 

Francine stepped back and undid her sash, letting the big thick unfashionable robe fall off her shoulders onto the floor. "I didn't go anywhere tonight Steve. I did ALL of this just for you."




American Mom Ch. 17



Beneath her thick and long terry robe she was perched atop a pair of four inch stripper heels, held to her feet with clear plastic straps, and wearing an obscenely lewd baby doll negligee, from her Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store stash. 

The garment was supported from her shoulders by thin spaghetti straps and hung to mid-thigh. It was white and sheer to the point that as Steve looked closely he was able to make out every line, shape and shadow of her body beneath it. Her large breasts were almost spilling out of the top, which was barely containing her flesh, while not concealing anything. 

The hem of the negligee ended teasingly just below her freshly shaved pussy. She was so pleased with the newly shaved appearance of her peach that Francine had decided to not bother with panties. 

"Oh my gosh!" Steve gasped as he took in the vision of her exposed body. 

Francine's breasts heaved with excitement, barely contained within the flimsy fabric. She had her knees primly together, but her legs were completely exposed, made even more curvaceous by her high heels. 

With a smile she held up her hand "Sit still, Steve and hear me out before we look at the photos. I think I have come up with a way to motivate you into getting your grades up to where they need to be." she licked her lips and composed herself as she spread her feet apart, shoulder wide.

This was a big step, a final, no looking back step and as confidant as she hoped she sounded, she was frankly, nervous and excited.

"From now on, I am going to be wearing a lot of very sexy outfits like this around the house when you and I are alone; to motivate you to do better. And when your work improves, Momma's got some rewards for her sexy young man." she tried to sound sexy and naughty as she spoke. 

"When you bring home a quiz with a 'B' grade or better, I'm going to give you a hand job" 

"You mean you'll..." Steve made a fist and did an up and down motion, his mouth dropping open. 

"Yes, Steve; I'll jack you off." she winked at him, enjoying the shocked look on his face. 

"But it gets better. If you bring home a test grade with a 'B' or better, I'm gonna suck your cock." she rolled her tongue around her lips for emphasis. 

Steve's face split into a big grin. "I can't believe this is happening!" 

"Mmmm, well that's not all, sweetie." she said as she sat back down on his bed and set her hands on top of her knees. 

"I know how hard you are working in your photography club, so you can take pictures, if you want, of anything and everything we do!" 

"Really?" he practically screamed.

"And in a few days when your next report card comes out, if you get a 2.50 average or better, I'll let you stick that big cock of yours wherever you want." 

Emphasizing the point, Francine sat down on her son's bed once more and slowly pushed outwardly on her knees, spreading them apart, proudly opening her clean shaved pussy to her son. She was so wet and aroused, she knew that her labia were spread wide and he was looking at her slick, glistening pussy folds. 

"You mean it, Mom?" Steve almost hollered in disbelief.

She reached down with one hand and slid her fingers between her pussy lips, letting him see the wetness on her fingers and then slowly slipping them back upwards, wiping her pussy juices on her clit making it glisten with her arousal. 

"Of course, I mean it, Steve," she smiled wickedly. "Tell me your mother doesn't know how to motivate."

Steve just shook his head. "I must be dreaming. I fell asleep and I'm dreaming."

Francine stood up and approached her son, bending over and kissing him. Mechanically at first, pressing her lips firmly against his mouth, she eased her tongue out and rolled it against his lips. When he gasped at the sensation, she slipped her tongue inside and found his own, taunting it, teasing it until they were dueling, letting the delicious feeling of tongue sliding against tongue envelope them both, sending shivers up and down their spines. 

When their kiss ended, she whispered, "Now, in the morning, I want you to start hitting those books and earning those rewards." she closed the distance between them until they were literally nose to nose. "As bad as you want this Steve, remember...I want it even more!" she said in a husky whisper. 

"But first, we need to get you properly motivated to work hard, and to assure you all this upcoming hard work will be worth it." She said with a huge smile. 

Steve swallowed as his mother stepped closer. Leaning in and placing her lips next to his ear, she began to breathe gently in his ear as she whispered sensually. "So let's sit down and look at a few of those pictures of me. How does that sound?"

Steve grinned from ear to ear and sat down in his chair, his legs splayed out wide. Francine settled quickly on his left thigh, her bare flesh sitting on his leg like she was straddling a horse. He could feel the intense heat of her shaved and excited pussy on his thigh as he began working the mouse. 

Francine grabbed his left wrist and pulled it behind her back, bringing his hand to rest on her left hip. "So where do you keep my pictures sweetie? I need to know your dad is not going to accidently find them." 

Francine lied as her right hand reached back and began lightly rubbing the inside of his left thigh. 

"No problem mom, watch this." He said proudly as he reached in his trash can, reached under some crumpled papers, and pulled out an external hard drive. He reached down and plugged the USB cable from the drive into his PC, and began opening up file trees on the computer external hard drive. 

As he opened a file titled "Transformers Game" the file tree revealed a folder titled "WOWMOM". "Very clever, sweetie! And I like the title" Francine turned and said with admiration.

As the folder opened the screen lit up with dozens of folders. The names ranged from "backyard" to "bath" to "cell" to "favs". Steve's hand began to lightly rub up and down his mother's left hip as they stared at the screen. Within a few seconds he had worked his hand under her negligee and was rubbing bare skin from her upper hip to her mid-thigh. Although he didn't understand the significance of it, he could feel her flesh begin to form tiny goose bumps. 

"These are all in chronological order within each folder." He said, feeling his cock pulse uncomfortably with blood. "What do you want to look at first?" he asked. 

"I pick backyard for $200 Alex!" she joked, trying to bring some levity to the situation, while at the same time rubbing both palms on her knees excitedly.

The folder opened to a thumbnail view screen. The page took a while to load. Francine leaned forward slightly, concentrating on the bottom of the screen. "Wow 15468 pictures just in this file! I am impressed." She said smiling sweetly at her son. 

She nonchalantly grabbed his wrist that was resting on her hip and pulled it forward onto her lightly rounded stomach. Steve looked into his mother's eyes for guidance. As she turned back towards the screen, smiling brightly, she began running his hand in a slow circular pattern over her stomach to her hip, around to her exposed ass cheek, to her thigh, and back to her stomach. After two cycles, she released his wrist and Steve continued to motion on his own. 

"Let's start at the beginning." She grinned.

Steve clicked the first photo and opened it in the viewer. The first photo showed Francine wearing a tank top and shorts, working in her garden. 

"Are these from last spring when I first started my garden?" Francine asked, noticing the clothes and the lack of growth in the plants. 

"That's when I first joined the photo club, so yeah that sounds about right." He replied. The series moved on to her tanning by the pool. 

After several photo series differentiated by her swimming suit styles, Francine spoke up excitedly "Let's look at all of these older ones later. I want to see the set you took the day after you fell...when I knew you were taking pictures of me." 

The blonde mom began rocking her knees back and forth excitedly as Steve closed the viewer and ran quickly down the thumbnails. Francine could see bits and pieces of photos that clearly showed her in the nude. 

Suddenly Steve stopped the screen. "Here we go." He said as he clicked the first shot from the set into the photo viewer. 

The angle of Francine, walking seductively across the pool deck in her gold Brazilian suit was from his bedroom window. The clarity of the photo was shocking to the beautiful blonde mom. "You must really be a good photographer. The quality of the photo from that distance is amazing sweetie." Francine said with astonishment. 

"You'll really be impressed with this then." He said as he zoomed in on the gauze wrap covering her ass. 

"Wow!" she laughed, sliding her right hand up her thigh to rest at the intersection of her thigh and crotch. "I can see my ass through the wrap almost like I'm only two feet away. You did an awesome job with your camera." She praised him as she leaned over, put her arm around his shoulder and kissed him on the lips once more. 

This time Steve opened his mouth immediately to grapple Francine's tongue for a few seconds, dragging his left hand up her waist until the edge of his hand came to rest against the underside of her big bulging tit. 

"I bet I could do even better with some professional equipment." He remarked, to which Francine replied. "I bet you will too." before turning back to the screen.

The next photo was tame, just showing her opening the garden gate, followed by one of her laying her beach towel on her lounge chair. A photo of the thirty eight year old MILF sitting down on her lounger was followed by her reaching down to her ankles and rubbing oil slowly up her legs. 

She looked towards Steve's bedroom window through her dark sunglasses in the next photo as she moved her oil soaked hands up her legs to rub her thighs. Francine softly ground her bald pussy against her son's thigh as she noticed that the photos were of such high quality that the sheen of the oil glistened, as did the gloss on her lips. 

"Do you think I look beautiful in these photo's Steve?" She asked softly, looking for his approval. 

"Oh yeah mom. You're really hot in these." 

"Thank you sweetie!" She perked up, grabbing his left hand and pulling it up under her right breast, making him hug her even tighter.

The photo's continued with the sexy mother of two pouring a thick line of warm tanning oil along her arms, followed by one of her spreading the oil over her shoulders, then one of her spreading it on to her breasts.

Next she continued to rub more oil down her stomach to the edge of her string bikini, followed by one of Francine spreading her legs wide...very wide...and then followed by several shots of her spreading oil into the crease of her thigh, moving the material of her bikini to one side, and finally one of her exposing her pussy lips under her brunette muff as she coated them in oil before placing her bikini bottom back over her pussy. 

Francine leaned over and moaned into her son's ear. "I think it does look so much cuter now that I shaved it. Thanks for telling me to do that.'" 

The next photo showed Francine lying on her front side on the lounger. This view placed her ass completely on display in her tiny thong bikini, reaching back to undo the string on her top. 

"Not a bad ass for a mom I guess?" she smiled at Steve. 

"Awesome!" he replied as he quickly grabbed her bare ass cheek. 

"Steve Smith! Are you trying to get a cheap thrill?" she asked with mock indignation as she grabbed his hand and forced him to grip her bubble butt cheek repeatedly. "You keep your hand where I can see it mister." she kidded before grabbing his wrist and pulling it back up under her boob once more.

"Okay then, let's continue." She said, speaking with a light air. 

The photos stream continued with a series of her oiling her back, thighs, and her calves. That was followed by a very long series as she worked, rubbed and kneaded the oil onto her ass. 

"OH..mmmm" she moaned as she idly chewed her right index finger. "I'm sorry Steve, but I just have to say it, I look really hot in these pictures you took. I can't imagine how hot they will look when we are both trying to make them special." 

She parted her legs just slightly then moved one hand back to the inside of her thigh, and placed the other just under Steve's cock. 

She was really getting aroused now, as in the next few photos Francine reached up and deftly pulled the entire top out from under her boobs, and she lay, nearly naked and shining in oil on her stomach for several more pictures. 

Francine's breathing increased as the next photos revealed her turning onto her back. Steve took at least twenty photos of her face and fully exposed breasts. The next series pulled the zoom back. The next photo took their breath as the sexy mom began untying the delicate string holding her bottoms on. Francine's sunglass' obscured her gaze as she put her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and pushed it down and off. Several photos showed her purposefully hold the bottom of her swimsuit up over her head in one arm, before theatrically dropping it to the ground at the side of her lounge. 

Now fully naked apart from for her sexy heels, the photos came at a breathtaking clip. As Steve clicked from photo to photo it was almost like watching a stop action movie. 

Francine on the screen settled in a new position, with the soles of both shoes flat on the ground on either side of the lounger, while Francine sitting on Steve's thigh mimicked the motion. 

Grabbing the tanning oil, "photo Francine" poured until her hand was full, before leaning back in the lounge chair and pouring the oil from her hand onto the tops of her breasts.

Watching her photo image begin to rub her exposed breasts, Francine leaned back against Steve and pulled his hand up to cup her voluminous left breast. Looking up into his shocked gaze, Francine licked his neck as she whispered. "I want you to do everything to me that I do in the pictures...I want to live it all over again."

Without a word her son began following everything he had captured on film. He began massaging her bobbling boobs, tugging on her nipples and twisting them. 

"Oh fuck...that feels so wonderful." She whimpered out loud as he stroked her tits and began teasing her nipples. He matched his mother's actions from each photo.

Francine cried out softly when the photos showed her moving on to oil her flat stomach. They both watched intently, with Steve keeping her big bosom supported in his palm as Francine on the screen rubbed oil into her naval. 

Thirty or forty photos caught her pouring the tanning oil directly on her skin, as she ran lines from her left knee, up her thigh, across her dark haired pussy, and back down her other leg. 

Steve remained silent as he clicked through the next several hundred photos of his mother casually rubbing the oil into her inner thighs, parting her legs wider. The photos became extreme close-ups again as she meticulously covered her clit and pussy lips in oil. 

Photos of her stroking her sleek thighs, working her way down to her slender ankles were followed by shots of her undoing the straps of her shoes on her ankles and sliding her shoes off to rub her feet before putting her sexy four inch heels back on, wrapping the straps back around her ankles. 

"That's pretty damn sexy...a hot blonde, oiled up and wearing just a pair of sexy heels." Steve muttered as his mother looked on lovingly. 

"Well thank you for the compliment sir." Francine replied, "Here let me work the mouse for a bit." She continued as she repositioned herself. 

She knew what would be following in the photos as she grabbed the mouse in her left hand and laid her right knee and calf across Steve's right knee. Leaning back against his left shoulder she sat his right hand on her right knee before she wrapped her right arm around his neck, grasping his shoulder firmly. 

The net effect was to leave her legs resting against the outside of her sons leg's, her thighs spread wickedly open, and Steve with nothing to do with his young idle hands.

Francine clicked the next photo, showing her settled back down on the lounger, nude and oily, glistening in the sun. Francine zoomed in close on the photo, showing her pulling her knees up and sliding her fingers slowly down her tummy. Shots appeared of her sliding her fingers around her oil soaked pussy hair and her slick lips. 

What soon followed were thirty or so photos of Francine Smith fingering herself in the blazing sun, burying her finger to the second knuckle! 

When photos appeared of her pulling her fingers out of her dripping pussy and moving them up to her mouth, Steve nearly lost it. "Oh shit!" he hissed. 

"Do you like that?" Francine asked seductively." 

Oh my god, yes..." Steve replied. 

With that Francine brought her left hand from the mouse to her pussy. "Listen to this." She moaned, as the sound of a teased, wet pussy began to fill the room. "...and watch this." She continued without breaking her gaze from his, as she brought her wet sticky fingers to her mouth and licked them clean for her son.

As he looked in amazement she continued. "I think that's probably enough of that for tonight." Steve gave a look of dejection. 

"I guess I do have school tomorrow." 

"I mean that's enough of the photo gallery's for tonight silly." She laughed. "You do have to go to school in a few hours, so I guess we will find out how much dedication you are going to put into this..." she paused, smiling. 

"But I believe I told you we need to get you properly motivated to work hard...which I think you are now." She paused for dramatic emphasis. "...but I don't believe I have assured you all this upcoming hard work will be worth it." 

Steve looked at his seductive mother with confusion once more. 

"For all you know Steve Smith, I'm no good at sex at all." 

He looked on dubiously. 

"The only way to assure you I am as good as I think I am, and assure you that working on your grades will be worth it, is to show you tonight." 

A wicked grin formed on Steve's face. "Okay..." he replied. "So how are you going to show me?" 

"Just wait right here young man, and I'll show you." Francine ordered as she got up and hustled to his door, opening it and exiting before she even realized she had not grabbed her robe.

As Steve sat dumbfounded on his bed, his mother quickly scooted up the hall to her bedroom. Digging through the back of her closet, she emerged with a small bag and a tripod. Racing back to Steve's room, Francine entered, nearly out of breath with excitement. 

"Tadah!" Francine announced, showing Steve the tripod and video camera. "You and I are going to make a sex tape tonight Steve." She said simply. 

"What?" Steve exclaimed. 

"That's right baby." his mom nodded, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you on camera...just like you've dreamed of." 

"But I don't know what to do." He whined as Francine started setting up the HD video camera on top of the tripod. 

"Nonsense. You've been dreaming of me for months. You've made your token effort to refuse, now give it up...you know you want to be able to watch me sucking that big cock of yours on video whenever you want." She finished as she turned the camera on, flipped the view screen around so they could both see it from in front of the camera, and pulled Steve in front of the lens. 

"Oh, wow. Is this really happening?" Steve said softly. 

"Yes it is. You want to be able to watch your hot mom suck your hard, beautiful cock and fuck the shit out of you whenever you want, don't you?" She said, looking from her son to the camera. 




American Mom Ch. 17



"Please..." Steve stammered.

"You don't have to say please to me baby," she purred in his ear, then sent a shudder through him by licking his neck. "I'll do whatever you want." 

Steve gasped when her hand dropped into his lap and grabbed his hard dick. The gasp turned to a moan, when she started stroking it through his shorts. "Oh my God Steve. This thing is huge." She smiled, lustily pursing her lips.

Steve decided he would test his mother's resolve. Pulling back from his mother, so her hand stroking his rod was clearly captured by the camera, he began talking, gazing from his mother to the camera. 

"Uh...okay..." he continued, "Then what if I told you I wanted a new picture of you for my phone...in that outfit?" 

"Okay" she responded playfully as she gripped him firmly through his shorts as he continued. 

"And what about if I told you that I was going to show that picture to my friends?" 

"You want a photo of me wearing this sexy little see through gown on your phone to show your friends?" she bristled in mock disbelief...before smiling wide. 

"Take my picture then." She directed as she pitched him his iPhone, turned at an angle and stuck her chest out and held the pose. 

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, bringing the camera up. 

"I'm positive." She smiled as she brought a hand up to cup a boob. *CLICK* 

"Oh, baby, you soooo want your mom...your nasty mom...don't you?" Francine purred as she came over to stand by him to see the photo. 

"I..." Steve moaned again as she gave his cock another squeeze. 

"You have no idea what you are in for from now on...Ohhh...I've got a great idea. Turn around and face your mirror!" She directed, pointing out his full length closet door mirror. 

As he stood in front of the mirror, Francine stood directly in front of him, chest to chest, and pulled his left hand to her exposed ass. Laying her head on his shoulder. "Okay, Steve, now take a photo, but be sure to have my butt and your face in the frame. *CLICK* 

"Now take another one, this time while I look over my shoulder into the camera. *CLICK* 

Turning around to stand by her son's side facing the mirror, Francine put her arm around his shoulder while pulling Steve's left arm around her waist, and putting his hand low on her stomach, just over her pussy. "Now take this one with your arm around my waist as we both face the mirror." *CLICK* 

"Let's see them." She pleaded excitedly. As Steve ran back through the photos Francine pointed out his options. "You can either keep the first one on your phone, with your hand on a sexy "anonymous" woman's naked bubble butt" she giggled, "That'll make your buddies jealous...or you can keep the one with your hand on your mom's naked bubble butt." Pausing for emphasis, "or you can keep my personal favorite if you feel really confident...the photo with your arm around your mom in the see through negligee, as you show off her big tits and shaved pussy. Your choice." She finished as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. 

As she pulled away Francine Smith offered one other option regarding her photo. "Or you could keep all three pictures on your phone to show your friends." 

"Now...where were we baby?" his mom said softly. Steve whimpered in his throat as her full soft lips pressed against his. Her hand was still working his cock and Steve could feel it dripping against his thigh. He resisted briefly, but then a collage of images from all her pictures and videos flew into his mind. His mom was going to give him anything he had ever wanted. 

Steve started working his lips against hers and she purred delightedly in her throat. Their lips slid softly against each other. Beginning to relax, Steve brought his arms up to again encircle her waist. 

"Hmm-mmm" his mom moaned her approval against his lips. She opened her mouth and her soft wet tongue flicked across his. His heart pounding with excitement, Steve parted his lips and moaned as her tongue entered his mouth. Her hand tightened in his hair and her tongue began playing across his. Steve started running his hands across her back and could feel her hard nipples pressing into him. 

Speaking of hard, his cock felt as if it were going to pop in his pants. She was slowly stroking it through his shorts and Steve started rocking his hips into her hand.

"Ohhh," Francine cooed, pulling her mouth from his, "Somebody's got a serious cock in their pants." She gave him another nasty smile, "Do you want your mommy to play with that big bad cock baby?" 

"I...yes!" Steve exclaimed as she squeezed his cock. 

"Don't worry, Steve. Your slut mommy is going to make sure your big cock gets off nice and hard," she giggled, "and as many times as you can. But first, I want some fun too." 

Refocusing the video camera before moving to his bed, Francine leaned back and grabbed her wobbling boobs. 

"Oh, goddamn." Steve whispered at the sight of her playing with her huge tits. Her nipples looked as hard as his cock felt. 

"Go ahead, Steve," she said softly, "They're all yours" As his hands closed around her firm round tits, Steve let out a sigh. Francine grabbed his hand and taking his thumb placed it on her swollen nipple. 

"Rub them baby, make me...oh; that's nice." his mom purred as Steve began rubbing both her nipples with his thumbs. The sound of her pleasure caused his cock to twitch in her hand. "Oh, you really are a big boy now, aren't you baby?" she whispered. 

Steve started to reply, but it was cut off when she reached up, grabbed his hair and all but yanked his face down to her tits. "Suck my nipples! Just like you always dreamed about!"

Steve opened his mouth and eagerly took her nipple into it. Francine sighed and began pushing her tit into his face as his tongue caressed her swollen nub. "That's it honey," she moaned, "Oh, look at you sucking my nipple." Steve switched to her other nipple and she sighed in appreciation as his tongue swirled around. 

Steve was rolling the other nipple between his fingers as she was breathing heavily in his ear. Her hand was barely moving on his cock, and although it was teasing him, Steve was enjoying pleasing her. 

She grabbed the hand that was holding her tit up and shoved it directly between her legs. Steve groaned around her nipple as his fingers slid across her unbelievably smooth and wet pussy. 

"Inside!" she said, loudly, "Put your fingers in my pussy!" Steve slipped two fingers inside her and couldn't believe how hot and tight she was. He felt her pussy contract around his fingers as she grabbed his wrist and began pumping his hand back and forth. 

"Fuck that wet pussy with your fingers!" she cried out, "That's it baby! Finger fuck me! Give me what I need!" 

Steve put his thumb on her clit and she cried out in his ear, "Oh, yes! Oh, you're a good boy aren't you?"

Steve felt a sense of the surreal come over him as he sucked on his mother's big tit while working her shaved pussy with his hand. This was better than any dream he'd had and it was just beginning! 

Steve pressed harder on her clit and was rewarded with a sexy moan in his ear and her hips thrusting into his fingers. "Look at you," she moaned, "You're going to make me cum for the camera. Aren't you baby?" 

"Oh, yeah," Steve whispered around her nipple, "I want to hear you cum for me mom." 

"Uhmmm Steve...I like that!" She cried out, "I like it when a man talks dirty to me...it makes me feel so sexy."

Rather than disturb him, her comments made him start pumping his fingers faster and sucking her nipple even harder. Francine's hand left his hair and was squeezing his shoulder. Her hips were rocking hard into his fingers and she was releasing high pitched yelps in his ear. 

"Right there Steve, oh right there honey, make your mother...Oh yes!" Steve flinched as she screamed next to his ear and her finger nails dug into his shoulder. His discomfort was quickly forgotten as he felt her hot pussy squeeze around his fingers and she started bucking her hips wildly and moaning in his ear. "Yes!" she cried out, oh yes!" 

Steve kept his fingers and tongue moving as she gyrated on the bed and her pussy gushed around his fingers. She let out a ragged sigh in his ear and slumped against him. "Oh GOD!! That was sooo good." She said softly. 

"I'm glad you liked it." Steve said lamely. 

"Aww, aren't you sweet!" his mom cooed and Steve felt himself blushing 

'What an idiot!' he thought to himself. 

That was until he slid his fingers from inside Francine, who promptly grabbed his wrist and leaned forward while staring into the video camera and stuck his wet fingers in her mouth as she moaned. "It's your turn baby." She licked her lips, "I'm going to give you what you've been stroking off to." 

Standing, she pointed at him, "Lie on your back and take those shorts off."

No longer even pretending he was going to resist, Steve laid back, and lifting his hips, slipped his shorts and underwear off. 

"Oh my god, look at that! Is that all for me? You are so nice and hard for your mother." Francine remarked as his cock sprang free, acting as though she had never seen his giant cock. 

"Yes." Steve breathed proudly and watched as she slipped the nearly nonexistent gown from her shoulders and let it fall.

Francine gave him a sexy smile and put her arms over her head as she did a slow turn. Bending over, she shook her well rounded ass at him. Steve's throbbing cock twitched again when he saw her glistening pussy winking out at him from between her thighs. 

Francine repositioned the camera down, level with his bed, making sure her son's face was framed in the shot. Turning back to face him, she crawled up the bed and between his legs. She lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. 

Steve groaned when she grabbed his aching cock. "Look at this BIG beautiful cock," she told the camera as she gave the tip a playful kiss that made his cock jump. "You're so big." She smiled up at him and gave him a squeeze, "Hard too!" 

She took the tip into her mouth and Steve gasped as she sucked hard on it. She lifted her head and making a show of licking her lips with her now sticky tongue, whispered, "And sweet." 

Steve jumped and moaned like an idiot when, lowering her head, she stuck the tip of her tongue directly into the slit of his dick and pulled it back, taking a line of pre cum with it. 

As Steve laid there, eyes wide open, she made a show for the camera of slurping the line back up. When she reached the swollen purple head of his cock and took it into her mouth, she moaned softly and continued to lower her head, taking more of his cock into her warm wet mouth.

"Oh, that feels good." Steve breathed as she began to bob her head slowly. 

When she reached the tip she released his cock and with a smile asked, "Just feels good? I don't look sexy sucking your cock?" 

"Oh yeah." 

"Oh yeah what?" she replied, smiling beautifully. 

"God...you look so sexy sucking my cock." Steve moaned as she quickly locked her eyes with the video camera, took the stiff flesh back into her mouth and sucked on it.

Releasing it again, she said, "Tell me what you want Steve." 

"I...I want you too," Steve said the next part in a rush, "Please suck my cock!" 

"Mom." She said giving him a wink. 

"M...mom please suck my cock...Mom!" 

There was a lot wrong with those words, but nothing wrong with how good it felt when she took his cock back into her mouth. Francine opened her mouth wider and again Steve cried out like the inexperienced kid he was when she took him all the way down until her lips were midway to the base of his shaft. 

She could fit no more in her mouth. 

Steve lay there panting, as she held him there and shook her head back and forth. She found a way to make it even better when Steve felt her tongue slide out and lick his balls.

She looked him in the eye and gave him a wink before starting to rapidly bob her head. Steve moaned and could feel his hips rocking as she repeatedly took him down, then back up to the tip. He could feel his legs shaking and fought to try to hold back. Francine pulled her mouth from his cock.

"Don't worry baby, I'll give you a show to watch later." She gave him a strange smile and added, "A really good show."

Sticking her tongue out, Francine Smith began slapping her young son's cock against it. Even that motion had his hips moving. 

Closing her mouth, she began rubbing his dripping prick across her face. Steve groaned as he watched her cheeks begin to glisten from his sticky fluid. Seeing her tits pressed into the bed, he reached down underneath them and started rubbing her nipples.  

"Hmmm, that's nice." She murmured, as she licked his cock up and down, smiling at the camera.

Steve watched transfixed as she ran her pink tongue down one side of his shaft then up the other side. His sizable dick looked damn good against her face, and there was a look of pure lust in her eyes. Dipping her head, she began bathing his balls with her tongue. 

As Steve moaned he saw her ass was rocking back and forth as her hips worked into the bed a realization hit him 'She is getting hotter as she blows me!' 

Francine slid her tongue back up the length of his shaft and with a smile said, "Time for your treat baby, I'll take mine next time." she smiled straight into his eyes.

Any reply Steve had was cut off when she took him all the way down again. This time she didn't pause, but started sucking him hard and fast. Grabbing his hand, she pulled it from her tit and placed it on her head. She stopped moving her mouth and moaned "Hmmm-mmm" 

All hesitations were gone and Steve started thrusting his hips, driving his cock into his mother's mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned around his hard flesh as Steve fucked her mouth. His legs were trembling violently and Steve was whimpering with each thrust. 

Francine placed her hand on his thigh. Taking her meaning Steve stopped thrusting. As soon as he did, Francine started sucking him faster than before and sliding her hand up, between his legs, gave his balls a squeeze. "Oh fuck!" Steve yelled as his cock exploded deep into her mouth.

Francine Smith made a gurgling sound and shoved her mouth down hard over his spurting cock. Steve groaned and began thrusting his hips. His cock kept squirting into her mouth and she eagerly sucked like she couldn't get enough. 

Steve let out a long moan and stopped moving his hips. She continued to gently suck his cock and his hips twitched as she reached the sensitive tip. She carefully removed his cock from her mouth, paused and then parted her lips and let his cum ooze out of her mouth for the camera. 

"Oh, shit." Steve whispered as he watched the cum drip down his shaft and puddle on his stomach. Still staring him in the eye, Francine lowered her head and as Steve watched in disbelief, she began to lap up his cum again. She was making loud slurping sounds as she sucked every drop back into her mouth. 

When she finished, she made it a point to open her mouth and show that she had swallowed it all. 

"Was that better than just taking my picture baby?" 

"That was...oh, goddamn." Steve panted. 

"Good, because now it's your turn to show me what you can do with that eager tongue of yours."

Sitting up, Francine turned away from him, facing the camera. Swinging her leg up over him, so that she was straddling him, she began to crawl backwards up the bed. 

Steve stared, his mouth already watering, as he watched her smooth wet pussy approaching his face. She slid her legs under his arms and sat straight up on the bed, shoving her pussy into his face. Steve eagerly shoved his tongue up inside her and heard her squeal in delight. Her thighs pressed against his face as she spoke, "Keep your tongue still."

Steve did as she said and she started wiggling her hips, sliding his tongue through the soft folds of her pussy. Steve took a deep breath; inhaling her sweet scent and reaching around grabbed her thighs and held her to his face. 

"I love it!" she cried, "Suck that pussy!" His lips found her clit and Steve started tonguing it as fast as he could. She was moaning and wiggling around, smearing her wet pussy all over his face. 

She leaned down, pressing her tits on his knees and eased back a little further. Steve slid his tongue back and his mom cried out as he pushed his tongue deep inside. Steve sucked hard, getting a mouthful of her forbidden juices, before swirling his tongue around inside her. 

Francine started working her hips up and down as he kept his tongue still and let her work it with her pussy. She stopped when he was over her swollen clit. Taking it between his lips, Steve started to suck on it. 

"Oh Steve! You are sooo good at that." She moaned, "So much better than your dad!"

Steve almost laughed at that, but the feeling of her clit in his mouth was overwhelming Francine was again rocking her hips slowly, and Steve could feel her thighs starting to shake against his cheeks. Steve spread her further open and began swirling his tongue in hard fast circles around her clit. 

"That's it baby. Oh...you are eager aren't you? Hmmm, I'm going to cum again for you honey!" 

Steve cried out in surprise as he felt his cock slip into her mouth and she started sucking gently on it. Steve heard her moan around it and could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock the same way he was working her clit. "UHHHMmmmmmm." 

Steve could feel himself quickly hardening in her mouth, and began licking faster. Steve moaned into her pussy and fought to concentrate on licking her while she blew him. Her legs were shaking and her hips moving, her clit was hard under his tongue and her ass was clenching in his hand. 

Francine moaned loudly around his cock, and then with a loud gurgle started violently bucking her hips back into his face. Steve continued to suck her clit as Francine howled in pleasure as she came in her son's face.

Steve moaned as he felt her juices gushing out and into his face. She was now pumping his cock in her fist as she continued to cum on his tongue. 

With a long shuddering moan, she slid her pussy from his face, and swinging her leg over him, quickly reversed herself so that she was facing him. Straddling his hips before Steve could move, she reached back, guided his cock to her pussy and drove herself down on top of him. 

"Oh fuck yes!' She cried out as his long hard cock plunged deep inside her, the video camera capturing every inch entering her.

Steve cried out as she started bouncing up and down, slamming her saturated pussy up and down his cock. As he lay there moaning she rode him like a porn star. Her pussy was so wet Steve could feel it on his thighs and could hear his cock plunging into her. Francine's hands were on his chest and she was riding him so hard that he could feel himself bouncing on the bed.

"That's it! Oh, yeah I love fucking this nice big dick! I'm going to fuck you until you can't get it up anymore!" she called out. Francine lowered herself and shoved her tit into his mouth. Steve sucked hard on her nipple and wrapping his arms around her waist, started driving his cock into her. 

"Yes baby! Yes! Fuck me!" She screamed in his ear.

Wanting to impress her, Steve pumped his hips into his mother as hard as he could. She was yelping with every thrust until she abruptly sat up and eased herself off his cock. 

She again turned around on his hips, now facing the video camera in a reverse cowgirl position. Steve was confronted by the sight of her perfect ass as she raised herself, reached back and eased his throbbing cock into her. Steve sighed as she slowly lowered herself and started riding him in reverse. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. 

Francine looked over her shoulder and spoke softly, "Ohhh Yeah...how do you like that view...like watching me work that big cock of yours baby...you like watching my ass?" 




American Mom Ch. 18



This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

*****

Thursday was a day of mixed emotions for Steve Smith. 

On the one hand he was very excitedly awaiting the arrival of the system wide email release of Langley Falls District School report cards. The email was due any moment. Never in his life had he ever been so excited to receive his grades. 

His mother had promised him a very special surprise a week ago if he managed to get his overall grades up past a 2.50 GPA. The thought of what it that very special surprise might be put his mind on lust overload. Even with that heightened sense of excitement, he had tried as hard as he could to lower his expectations. After all, he knew it was a long shot to bring his grades up.

The last time he looked he had an A in his Photography elective class, a B in Modern Literature, and C's in Math, Science and English. To the chagrin of his father Steve received a D in gym. He had scored low in math, but still was able to decipher that his GPA stood at 2.33. He hoped to pull his Modern Lit B up to an A for a 2.50. 

As Steve contemplated his mother's "very special surprise" an incoming email arrival notification sounded on his laptop. 

Francine entered the kitchen just as Steve nervously opened the email. "Grades?" She asked with a cautious smile walking up behind her son. 

"You got it mom. You better get prepared for that big surprise that you promised me." He quipped as he soaked in the intoxicating fragrance of his mother's shampoo and light perfume. The sensory over load to his brain acted as a calming agent. 

"I'm ready Sweetie." She replied, her pulse beginning to quicken with eagerness.

Steve's smiling anticipatory face, quickly transformed to one of utter disbelief and dejection. "What's wrong Steve?" Francine asked with concern. 

She looked over his shoulder at the screen of the laptop on the kitchen table. "2.00? How did that happen?" Francine asked, beginning to tear up. She was miffed that her carefully crafted plans and preparation had gone for nothing. 

"I don't know mom." Steve said with distress in his voice. "All of my grades look the same, so I don't...HEY! Wait a minute." 

"What's wrong?" Francine asked, still disappointed at this unplanned outcome. 

"My grade in Modern Lit went from a B to a D! I aced that test mom. I should have an A, not a D." 

"Are you sure sweetie?" his mother asked as she placed her hands on Steve's shoulders, gently massaging them while leaning over his shoulder peering at the laptop monitor. 'There might be a glimmer of hope for my plans yet.' She thought to herself as she idly rubbed her full bosom against his shoulders. 

"I'm positive mom." He pouted.

"Well then, let's just call your teacher and see what happened to your grade Steve. The news on TV said that the teachers have a final planning day today" She said as she excitedly clung to a glimmer of hope. As she grabbed her cell phone and began dialing, Francine walked into the other room as the conversation began. 

"Mrs. Jacobs? Hi this is Francine Smith...yes Steve's mother. I'm calling about Steve's grade report that arrived by email a few minutes ago..." 

As she walked away Steve could no longer hear the conversation. With a thump, he dropped his head down on the kitchen table in a quick fit of depression as he waited on the verdict, his horny plans fading. 

Five minutes later Francine walked back into the kitchen, her heels clacking loudly on the wooden floors. She had a very serious look on her face. 

"I'm so sorry Steve," she started "You seem like you were really looking forward to my 'very special surprise' for you." 

"I was mom. I was looking forward to it, and I tried really hard too." he replied. 

Francine leaned over and kissed her sons cheek. "Well, that's great Steve...because Mrs. Jacobs got your grade and Stefan Smits's grade mixed up. YOU GOT AN A!" She practically screamed while shaking his shoulders back and forth in excitement. 

Steve looked up with an indescribable grin. "That means I did get a..." 

"TWO POINT FIVE!" Francine screamed again. 

"That means I get..." 

"Your 'Very Special' Surprise!" Francine finished his sentence for him as she quickly bolted from the kitchen to the Living room closet, running faster than a mother in a dress should. 

"Tah-Dah!" She exclaimed two minutes later, making a big show of pulling his childhood little red wagon, loaded down with boxes while waving her arm like a model on The Price is Right game show. Steve's eyes drank in the print on each box. His wondering gaze found a top of the line Canon camera, a tripod, and a couple of lighting umbrellas. 

"Oh Wow! Thanks Mom" He said "How did you know? It's just what I wanted!" He exclaimed as he opened the box quickly and pulled the camera out. 

"So you really like it?" the picturesque mother asked elatedly, clapping her hands softly in happiness. 

"It's perfect." Steve responded as he pulled the camera out and began to set it up to charge the battery. "This is a much better setup than my camera club equipment." He said with exuberance. 

"I knew you had to return that camera a few days ago since the school year was coming to a close, so I got you a better version with all the trimmings." 

"Thanks mom! You're the best!" Steve responded, leaping up, wrapping his arms around her little waist and giving her a big bear hug. The motion pulled her breasts onto the top of her son's ducked head. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him even tighter. 

Steve let lose a few moments later and plugged the camera and lighting batteries in so they could charge. 

"This is so cool Mom." he said excitedly. "You are going to be my first official model, aren't you?" he asked sincerely. 

"Of course I am." She said with a radiant smile. "You didn't think this fancy camera outfit was just a present for you did you? I am going to finally get to be a hot model like I've been dreaming."

"Since your batteries have to charge up I'll be back in about an hour. I want to look my best in the photos, so when I got off the phone with your teacher I called and made a quick makeup and hair appointment with that new day spa, "Cougar's" in the shopping center down the road. I'll be back as quickly as I can." She said as she leaned down and held her son's scrawny shoulders as she gave him a passionate kiss. The softness of her full lips was still an unexpected treat for him.

"We have the whole house to ourselves, other than Klaus, so set everything up in the family room and put him in your father's office." she said as the garage door was closing behind her.

Steve's eighteen year old brain was on overload as he walked quickly to the kitchen to retrieve Klaus. "Off you go to Dad's office Klaus." Steve joyfully said as he picked the bowl up, nearly sloshing Klaus over the edge.

"Mein Gott, Steve! Slow down before you kill me!" the goldfish yelled. "What is your big damn hurry?" he menacingly finished, clinging to the edge of the bowl to negate the effects of the choppy water. 

"I just got some awesome camera equipment and I'm going to be giving it a test run." Steve called out as he slammed the fish bowl on his father's desk, racking his elbow into the ancient desktop intercom system his dad had installed years ago. "Owwwwch!" he whined like a big baby, rubbing his elbow. 

Stan was a bad father when the kids were toddlers. Whenever Francine would leave the kids with him while she went out shopping, he would leave them in the family room in their playpen and work in his office. He had hidden microphones all over the house, listening in over the intercom for any signs of trouble. 

In his hurry as he sprinted out of the room rubbing his boo-boo, Steve failed to notice that that the light on the intercom dash was now on. As he slammed the door behind him, he inadvertently banged the door into the heel of his Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars, preventing the latch from engaging. As Klaus watched Steve's quick departure, he was left staring from the dark through the foot wide opening in the office door.

"Dummkopf." muttered Klaus. 

A little less than an hour later, Klaus was wakened from a boredom induced nap by the sound of the garage door opening, followed by the sound over the intercom of the kitchen door opening. 

Klaus heard the voice of Francine Smith on the intercom speaker as it pierced the quiet. "Eyes closed while I run upstairs to change, Steve. I want this all to be a surprise for you."

"Okay Mom." He giddily complied. 

After hearing Francine shuffle through the family room and up the stairs Klaus squinted his eyes to concentrate through the large crack in the door as he heard her call out. "All clear Steve. Be down in a few."

Klaus drew a deep breath to call out to Francine to save him from the darkness of Stan's office when he suddenly inhaled a large chunk of fish food floating in the water. Panic stricken, he flailed about the bowl trying to dislodge the chunk. 

After a minute or so of contemplating meeting his maker, Klaus took a mighty leap and landed on the edge of his bowl, the glass rim punching his bloated little belly. He had created his own personal Heimlich machine, popping the food out with the compressed air from his effort.

Meanwhile, down stairs and oblivious to Klaus' deadly predicament, Steve Smith had excitedly continued setting up the lighting rigs while his mother went up the stairs. *FLASH* 

The lighting rigs flashed brightly in unison, wirelessly attached to his new camera, as was a big flat panel computer monitor set up on the table by the front door. "Wow, this camera setup is great. Look at the quality of this picture." The intercom picked up Steve's voice. "It brings out the deepness of the wood grain on the table; and no shadows at all." 

As the goldfish lay across the top of his bowl, gasping for air, Klaus' eyes were drawn to the hallway as he watched Francine stroll past. After taking in the remarkable outfit she was wearing, his jaw became unhinged, landing with a thud on the bottom of his bowl. 

As Steve sat with his head down in the family room, intently studying the several thick manuals that came with the camera and lights, he heard the sound of someone on the steps. As his attention became drawn that direction, Francine Smith sauntered down the stairs, her hips swaying and her legs on display in a short black skirt that stopped at the top of her thighs. She soon stood, with her hip cocked, both arms at her sides. 

As Klaus wrestled with what he had just seen, he heard Francine call out through the intercom from the bottom of the stairs. "Here I am Mr. Photographer; any requests."

Francine smiled, never breaking eye contact while running her hands up and through her wild blonde mane. Her hair was pulled back out of her face for the evening, held back by a glittery two inch wide headband that was tucked behind her ears. 

She brought her hands back down from her hair to rub across her bulging cleavage, all the while smiling seductively. "I've been waiting impatiently for this day Steve." She smiled slyly while rubbing her open palms in big circles across her hard nipples. "Have you been waiting anxiously too?" she asked seductively while continuing to tease herself with her palms. "Are you ready to get all horny? Uhmmmm."

She brought her left hand to her waist and rubbed the waistband of her short skirt while pressing the middle finger of her right hand into the cleft of her pussy through the skirt. She turned slightly left, further accentuating the roundness of her big tits "I know I am." She hissed.

Steve was drawn to the provocative image of his mother, leaning against the bannister, her left foot on the landing and her right foot two stairs below, her short skirt stretched to its limit. She was perched on a pair of five inch tall, black spike heeled stripper shoes with delicate leather straps around her ankles. 

Her stance playfully showed off the thigh high hosiery she wore, making her legs look long and glamorous. The band of her stay up nylons ended an inch below her decadently short black skirt. The expanse of bare skin between her skirt and the top of her stockings drew her son's scrutiny. 

His gaze moved up to her face, where he was treated to image of her makeup, fresh and more elaborate than he had ever seen. Her eye lids were deep lavender and her lips a glossy pink. She looked like an actress fresh from a movie set. Her jewelry was flashy, including her gold pendant necklace, swinging freely down the center of her shirt, suspended from the swell of her big breasts tenting out her blouse. 

As she leaned her left arm up the bannister, her right arm draped the downward rail. She made of showy immodest model for the final piece of her ensemble. Her sheer white long sleeve blouse was very tight and unbuttoned to mid boob, just level with the top of her white shelf bra. 

She displayed tons of cleavage, which mounded up deliciously in the unbuttoned space of her blouse. The outline of her rigid nipples, perched above the top of the shelf bra could be seen under her sheer top, but not clearly enough to consider the blouse see through.

"So? What do you think?" she coaxed with a smile. 

"Wow. You look like any man's best wet dream ever." he mumbled softly, making Francine's flesh jump with goose bumps. 

"Stand right there for the first picture." 

"Oh okay." she consented, as she stood, one hand on her hip as she faced him and puckered her lips into a kiss. *FLASH* 

"Now what?" She asked, nervously adjusting her blouse to increase her skin exposure. 

"Come on down here by the TV and we can start with you putting your hands on your hips and smiling that beautiful smile of yours for the camera." 

From his listening post in Stan's office, Klaus' eyes remained transfixed, staring straight ahead as he hung on every delicious word he heard.

Steve watched Francine through the camera lens as she slowly descended the stairs, smiling at first and then giggling a bit. He joined her in the giggles, but snapped a few more photos too. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

"That is so hot Mom...can you slowly turn around now, keeping your hands on your hips and look back over your shoulder at the camera...keeping the pretty smile." 

Francine complied as her son directed, slowly turning and wiggling her hips as he took picture after picture. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

When her back was to him, Steve was treated to a view of her very shapely ass in her short black skirt. He could clearly make out the straps of her white bra through her blouse. 

"How's this?" She asked while looking back over her shoulder and teasingly pulling the back of her skirt up three inches; more than enough to flirtingly expose the bottom swell of her taut ass. 

"That's perfect Mom. You look amazing there. Seriously, I think I am going to capture you in some really amazing poses with this new camera setup." *FLASH* 

"Really? This kind of amazing pose?" She asked coyly as she grabbed the back hem of her skirt in both hands and pulled gently upward, showing off tiny thong she was wearing to his watch. 

"Well...Uhmmm...how about now you put your hands on the couch arm, bend at the waist and look back at the camera again...but leave the skirt pulled up." He directed. 

"That sounds like it would look really sensual Steve; bent over the couch arm." Francine considered the image with intrigue. "Whatever you command sir." She said as she began to bend over, her skirt tightening and pulling up on its own volition to her waist. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

"Does my butt look good?" She asked with a cute smile.

Steve felt his breath quicken as he continued snapping photos from a few angles. "WOW Mom, you look gorgeous. Your legs and butt are incredible in those heels as you bend over." He quickly knelt down behind her, 

"Can you put one hand on your...uh...on your rear while you look back...like a real model would pose?" 

Slowly, purposely and with confidence, Francine did as he ordered. Steve snapped photos furiously as the level of implicit sexual energy began to grow in the room. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

"That looks great Mom; amazing. Sit down now on the couch with your legs crossed." He directed. 

"You got it Mr. Photographer." she smiled as she took a seat. Leaning her left elbow on the arm of the couch as she settled into the cushion, she crossed her right leg over her left knee and bounced her foot softly. 

Steve took pictures all the while, the flash filling the room every few seconds. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Pull your skirt up just a smidge Mom. I want you to show more of your stunning legs" 

"Ohhhh. Naughty." She said, her lips puckering and her eye lids slitting with lust. 

Steve could see her nipples pressing harder against her tight blouse. 

"Do you think I look slutty in these stockings?" She quizzed as she slowly ran her finger tips of her right hand across the tops of her stockings, all the while thinking of all the hot porn models she had seen wearing stockings. 

Steve paused his focusing. "Do you want to look slutty Mom?" he asked intently. 

"I think I do want to." she enthusiastically replied, clapping her hands softly, her big breasts jiggling softly. 

"Great! Can you loosen a couple more buttons...maybe give the camera a glimpse of your bra and tease the camera like a real magazine model would?" 

"Ohhhhh" she sighed and then exhaled loudly. "You are terrible, young man. I suppose you didn't notice this bra is a shelf bra?" Francine quizzed, holding her hands together, squeezing, lifting and prominently displaying her big tits in her upper arms. 

"What's a shelf bra Mom?" Steve asked, admiring the hardness of her nipples in the tight blouse. 

"It's a bra that lifts and covers just the underside of a woman's breasts. It supports the girls high, but doesn't cover my nipples." She said with a seductive smile, tickling her left nipple with the long nail of her index finger. 

"Really?" Steve responded. "I bet none of my friends have ever seen one before. I bet they would love to see pictures of you wearing that." 

"Steve Smith! What am I going to do with you?" Francine said with mock indignation, putting both hands on her hips, before relenting. "Okay...just a few photos, and then I just may have to button my blouse back up" She teased as she quickly opened two more buttons of her blouse and leaned forward, shaking her breasts for five or six photos. 

"How's this sweetie? Think your buddies will like this?" Steve could see her deep cleavage, and the edges of her dark areola. 

"Mmmm, that is really nice Mom. Very nice...that bra looks gorgeous on you...very sexy." he snapped photos as he spoke, catching as much as he could on the camera before she put her arms together under her bust and lifting up her cleavage, forgetting her insincere pledge to button up. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

"You know what I need now Mom?" Francine looked at her son with a smile as he continued. "I want some pictures of you without the blouse to show to my friends. That would be amazing. Just you in your bra...like a Victoria's secret lingerie model...only much smarter and sexier. What do you say? Go ahead and slip the blouse off for a quick picture or two."

Francine looked up, abandoning her effort to button back up, and quickly teased. "I don't know Steve. Then your friends would definitely see my nipples, sticking hard out over my little bra." She said, as she placed her hands on the front of her tits, squeezing her nipples between her middle and index fingers. 




American Mom Ch. 18



The motion pushed open her unbuttoned blouse further, exposing more of her tits to his view. *FLASH* 

"Aren't you curious to see how great you going to look in lingerie pictures?" he encouraged her.

She looked him in the eyes "Steve Smith! I can't believe I'm going to do this." She told him as she pulled open her blouse and untucked it from her skirt. "You make sure I know who you show these photos to young man." 

"I promise Mom" he replied, realizing the implication of what she had just said. "Can you...ehhh...can you stand up Mom?" 

Standing, she slowly removed her blouse, with a big grin on her blushing face. She was breathing shallowly with the realization that she was exposing her oversized tits to her son's camera, framed perfectly over the lace cups of her sexy shelf bra. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

"How is this pose?' she asked with one hand on her head and the other on her waist. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* Despite her potent sexuality, she sounded to Steve like she was looking for reassurance, her voice a bit shaky.

"You...you look incredible Mom. And that bra is soooooo sexy." He said, his voice breaking a bit. "Put your hands on your breasts, and push them together for the next picture...and make a sexy pout for the camera." 

"OH...really? Uhmm...okay...I guess I can do that" she answered, her hands moving to her boobs. She knew the pictures would look great. Naked pictures of her always did. She pressed her large tits together, and looked into the camera lens immodestly, slowly liking her lips. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

"Amazing Mom! You look like a real model. That bra is so hot. Are you wearing panties that match that bra?" 

"STEVE SMITH! Where did that come from?" she asked with an amused and agreeable tone. "Well, if you must know, yes...I am wearing matching panties." She began to slowly pull up her short skirt. "Actually to be precise I am wearing a matching thong." she added with a self-assured smile and a laugh as she turned her back to show off her sweet rump. 

Steve stared in awe. "Seriously Mom...that is so hot looking. You know we have to photograph you in the bra and thong now, right?" 

"Ohhh? We have to, do we? Okay." Francine replied quickly with a playful look on her face as she moved to unzip the back of her skirt. *FLASH*

"Turn around and do that Mom." he directed as he knelt down and watched through the camera. 

"Alright...I guess that only makes sense." Francine said, sighing in resignation as she turned her rear to face the camera. She turned her head in profile to the camera and smiled lustily as she began to slowly shimmy her skirt down. He got several amazing pictures, but the moment when she exposed her ass in that thong became a blur in his memory. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Luckily he would be able to relive the moment forever through his photos. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

The skirt fell to the ground and Francine stepped out of it. He was speechless, yet remained calm taking pictures, the flash covering her body and exposed butt cheeks with each shot. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

She slowly turned to face him. As she placed her hands on her hips he snapped picture after picture of showing off the front of her transparent lace thong and her big tits perched atop her shelf bra. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine knew exactly how much she was on display, but still eyed him with curiosity, following his gaze to her panties. 'OH No...Steve...I...I didn't know they were so see through." She play acted, sloppily covering her crotch with her hands, leaving her nipples on display. 

"It's Okay Mom, I don't mind." he said with a grin as he snapped several photos again. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"But what will your little friends think?" she kidded, knowing damn well what they would think. 

"I don't know mom. Do you want to be there when I show them...maybe ask them each what they think of your photos?" 

"Maybe..." she smiled. 

"Come on now...move your hands. I want to get a few proper photos of your thong before you take it off." He commanded. 

Her blush was deep, not from embarrassment, but from excitement. They both could feel the heat of the room rise as she placed her hands back on her hips, standing proudly in front of her son in her heels, stockings, thong and slutty bra.

"Great...Okay...stand with your hands behind your head, holding your hair up." Francine quickly complied and Steve snapped a few photos before he decided to up the ante. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Let's have you do the bend over pose again on the couch Mom. That will look so sexy now!" 

"Uhmmmmmmmm" she groaned audibly and narrowed her eyelids. "You are being VERY, VERY naughty sweetie." she said as she assumed the bent over pose again, this time showing the camera her gorgeous exposed ass. 

"Spread your feet a bit Mom." Without questioning him she opened her feet wider. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"You look so sexy in your heels and stocking. Can you put a hand on your ass again, like you did before" Again, without hesitating Francine complied with his order, slowly sliding her right hand onto her right ass-cheek. The flash filled the room several times, the click loudly breaking the silence. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Feeling more confident, Steve gave another order. "Okay Mom, Rub the palm of your hand over your ass, like a sexy model teasing the camera."

Francine looked over her shoulder at Steve with a look of compliance and slipped her right hand over her ass. Slipping it down over the cheek, her middle finger lodged over what he expected was her pussy hole or just above it. 

When her hand stopped moving she smiled broadly. "A lady's got to stay in character for the camera." She said. Steve's cock jumped in his jeans. He knelt down to take a few close ups and noticed a slight dark spot on the thong. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

He got braver still. "You know Mom, with that bra being cup-less it is obvious that you could be an amazing, world class topless model." Francine stood up straight, removing her hand from her ass as she looked over her shoulder at Steve. He could tell she was thinking...contemplating. 

Steve's stomach was giving him that falling feeling, his cock becoming rock hard as he watched his mother reached up with her hands, covering her nipples. "The things a mother will do for her son to celebrate his good grades." she said with a kissable smile as she turned to face him. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

After about four pictures Francine moved her hands to expose her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were dark brown, and hard. She was getting hot. 

"Do I look pretty Steve?" Francine asked with a deep hunger to please. 

"You look unbelievably beautiful mom." Was all he could reply. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"You know Mom, these pictures are going to look great...you are a fantastic model; but I bet we are going to make an amazing set of photos here, when we take things further." he looked to the monitor hooked up wirelessly to his camera as Francine sauntered over and wrapped her right arm around his shoulder, pressing her warm, nearly nude body against his side. 

"Steve, I am standing here with my boobs completely on display and in a transparent thong and a pair of sexy shoes. I am clearly open to anything." she said, smiling down at him as she towered above him in her heels. "How about if we get to some hot action scenes now?" she suggested, leaning down and kissing him with an open mouth while teasing his left nipple with her fingers. 

Steve began to quickly strip off his underwear as they continued their explicit embrace. 

"Are you planning on showing our hardcore photos to your friends as well?" Francine asked, between the action of their lip lock. "I'm dying to put your beautiful, long cock in my mouth for the camera so you can show them." 

"You got it Mom. Just relax. We need to try to make it all look as professional as possible. I'm setting the camera to automatically snap a photo every ten seconds, so it can automatically catch the action every ten seconds, Okay? Go ahead and kneel down on the rug Mom."

As Francine slowly knelt down with a peaceful look on her face, her skirt rolled up over her hips. 

"Okay mom, I'm going to stand in front of you, and hold my cock towards your face. You hold your mouth open...looking...you know...sexy, like it is about to go into your mouth." 

Steve stepped out of his briefs and exposed his thick and hardening nine inch slab of meat to his mother. He fired off several photos as he watched her staring unashamedly at it, with a blush on her face. *FLASH* *FLASH*

She was swaying on her knees with nervous energy, cupping both big tits and rolling her nipples in her delicate fingers while she followed his every move with a mindless smile on her lips as he turned on the camera timer and walked to where she knelt. 

"Okay Mom, open your mouth...maybe with your tongue out and put your right hand on the back of my thigh...and look at the camera. We have about five seconds left." He said as he lifted up and pointed his fat cock head at her mouth. 

His heart pounding in his chest, he looked down at the beautiful woman in front of him, only to see that she was looking into the camera and opening her mouth, her tongue sticking out and flattened under his cock. *FLASH*

"That's hot Mom. Now look up at me, lift your tits by pulling your shoulders back, and hold the same pose."

Francine Smith did as her son commanded, making eye contact and leaning her head closer to his throbbing cock. 

"That was great Mom." he said, "Okay, let's try another one. Hold your tits this time; same pose." 

Looking him in the eyes, she held her tits from underneath. "Okay sweetie." He felt his cock jump when he saw that her eyes were filled with lust and she was nipping at her own plump lower lip. *FLASH*

"Maybe we should take one with you holding a fist full of my hair in your hand...like you're trying to force me to put your cock in my mouth?" suggested Francine, never taking her hands off her tits, massaging her big meaty orbs as she looked in his eyes pleadingly. 

"Sounds hot." Said Steve, quickly grabbing the back of her head of hair. Francine once more looked into the camera and was opening her mouth when... *FLASH*

"Did we miss it?" she softly asked in a disappointed voice. 

"Yeah. Let's hold the pose for the next one." Steve replied. "But you need to be closer I think, to make it more professional looking." Suggested Steve as he gripped her hair more firmly, pulling her mouth closer to his jutting, cum leaking cock. 

Francine smiled a wicked smile and said "How's this?" as she quickly grabbed his throbbing cock in her little fist, stuck her tongue out flat and held his hardness a hair's width from her open mouth. The sudden feeling of her hand sent a shock through his whole body, and the heat of her breath on his cock was amazing. *FLASH*

"Holy shit that looked awesome. Okay; let's get one quick one where you are touching the tip of it to your tongue. Just give it a quick, frozen lick for the camera. You need to do it quick before the camera takes the next picture." He demanded, looking down at her. 

He saw her staring at the large pearl of pre-cum that had formed on his cock head. "How about like this?" She asked sweetly, looking him up at him. Without saying another word, she pushed her tongue up and let it touch the underside of his cock head, the pre-cum spilling and spreading on her tongue. Steve's legs felt weak. *FLASH*

Francine leisurely pulled her tongue away. The pre-cum trail followed, finally breaking and landing on her chin, with one drop landing on her right tit. It took all his strength not to moan in pleasure. 

"You are by far the sexiest woman or model I have ever seen Mom. " Steve said, looking down at her, her hand still holding his cock while she looked intently at it. *FLASH*

"Damn, we missed that one" Francine said softly. "We could make this look like a real professional set of photos...make it look more realistic if..."

"If what Mom?" Steve questioned with a soulful look as Francine began to lightly stroke his cock head. *FLASH* 

"We should get one of me...Ummmumhhh...with it...with the tip...you know the head, in my mouth...with me peering over it in my mouth...for you to show your friends." She was cheery and gazing at him, still lightly stroking his hard on. Saying such a nasty thing out loud excited Francine beyond belief. *FLASH*

"What do you say Steve? Before the next flash?" Francine said with a devilish leer on her face. Looking him deep in the eyes, she moaned deeply as she took his fat cock head into her warm wet mouth. 

Francine held her head steady as promised, as five beautiful seconds passed... *FLASH* 

Francine remained in position, her lips wrapped around his hard member *FLASH* 

Staring into the camera *FLASH* 

For a good two minutes. *FLASH*

The hot Mom slowly pulled his rock hard dick from her mouth. "There," She said with a huge grin. "Was that okay Mr. Photographer?" she asked as she removed her grip on his hot cock. 

He was breathing hard. "Those are going to be the sexiest looking pictures I have ever seen Mom." 

"I think so too Steve." Francine said in agreement, excitedly holding him close to her by his shoulder as they looked at the photos on the monitor. 

"I wanna do some video Steve. Are you planning to use the video camera today?" she play whined, titling her head down to rest on top of his as he scrolled through the images.

"Do you want to make a video?" he asked.

"If YOU want to." She said with a sly grin before finishing. "If you want to make me be a nasty video star...and make me do anything you ever wanted to watch me do for the camera." She shuddered.

Being somewhat naïve, it took until that very moment for Steve Smith to have an epiphany of where his mother wanted their relationship to go. 

"I don't know..." he said with a pause. "Do you think you have what it takes to be a porn star on video? I mean; that does require real acting skills, as well as the willingness to perform for the camera. Do you think you have all of that in you?" he questioned.

"I know I can do it Steve." She replied popping up and down with excitement. 

"Well okay then." He smiled. "I guess we are going to make a porno today. A hot as shit one. But I am going to direct you in a way that will test your limits. Here is what I want you to do..."

Ten minutes later Steve had the family HD video camera set up on a tripod and ready to go, while Francine Smith had touched up her hair and makeup and was dressed once more in her tight white blouse and black skirt. 

"Where do you want me to stand to start Mr. Spielberg?" she joked as she rubbed his shoulders from behind.

"Out on the front porch." He replied with a deadpan expression.

"The front porch? Dressed like this? Aren't you worried that one of the neighbors might see me?" she responded softly as she looked over to the family room mirror at her reflection, wiggling her hips and pulling her skirt down as far as she could, trying to cover her stoking tops. 

"Oh; no. We certainly cannot have the neighbors seeing you dressed like THIS." He said with a look of astonishment. 

He slowly crossed the room and grabbed the waist of her tight skirt, slowly and steadily pulling up; raising the bottom of her skirt until the hem in the back was even with the lower swell of her bubbly ass cheeks where they meet the tops of her legs.

"I need to fix this also." He said commandingly as his fingers began unbuttoning her blouse until it was held together by a single button above the waist of her skirt. He stared into his hot blonde mom's eyes as he grabbed the tight stretchy material of the blouse covering her shoulders and pulled the material down until her bare shoulders were exposed. That meant that the opening of her blouse had gapped until her nipples were nearly exposed.

"Now you're ready to go outside and wait on the front porch for your cue to enter." He said, watching as his busty mom shuddered in excitement. "When I tell you to come back in, you are to be the sexiest and most vocal hot blonde slut ever on video; do you understand me?" he ordered. 

Francine smiled softly and nodded her head in agreement before turning and walking out the front door, closing the door behind her after her soon reached out and spanked her hard on the ass as it peeked out from underneath her skirt. 

Over the next five minutes Steve watched through the keyhole as his beautiful mother stood on the front porch of their house, dressed like a slut. He admired her nerve as she would stand in front of the door, neglecting to cover her nearly exposed rear as cars drove by. Finally, he called out "ACTION."

He watched as the front door opened. As his attention became drawn that direction, Francine Smith sauntered in the door, her hips swaying and her legs on display up to the top of her thighs in her small black skirt as she turned and latched the door closed.

She stood with her hip cocked, both arms at her sides, her breasts straining against her body-hugging top. "Hi. My name is Francine Smith. I called a few hours ago about your ad on Craig's list seeking models for a new amateur wives site." she smiled, never breaking eye contact while running her hands up and through her wild blonde mane. Her hair was pulled back out of her face for the evening, still held back by her glittery two inch wide headband that was tucked behind her ears. 

She brought her hands back down from her hair to rub across her bulging cleavage, all the while smiling seductively. "I waited impatiently for my husband to give me a ride over here all day." She smiled slyly while rubbing her open palms in big circles across her hard nipples. "Have you been waiting anxiously too?" she asked seductively while continuing to tease herself with her palms. 

She brought her left hand to her waist and rubbed the waistband of her short skirt while pressing the middle finger of her right hand into the cleft of her pussy. "Are you ready to get all horny taking my pictures? Uhmmmm." She turned slightly left, further accentuating the roundness of her big tits "I know I'm already super horny." She hissed.

Francine placed her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt, just above her steaming cunt. "Have you been stroking your cock all day taking wonderful photos of sexy women; getting it all nice and hard waiting for me to show up? Yeah?" she asked, bringing her finger tips up to the opening in her blouse while she walked. "Come over here." She commanded as she walked away from him, nodding her head towards the couch. 

Francine sat on the couch and licked her upper lip softly before bringing her right index finger up to lick it. "Waiting to taste me?" She hissed and laughed softly as she rubbed her palms again teasingly across her nipples. 

"Waiting to touch me?" she asked softly as she began to unbutton her blouse and pull open the right side to reveal her nipple, perched erectly above the cup of her little bra. 

"To see me." She arched her eyebrows as she pulled both sides of her shirt, ripping the remaining buttons away until her breasts stood proudly on display. 

"Have you been waiting patiently for your chance to fool around with me?" she finished with an erotic moan, grabbing her big inviting breasts with both hands and squeezing.

She looked down longingly at her beautiful, hard nipples, teasingly pinching them before looking back at her son. "My beautiful breasts. So nice and soft." She purred as she palmed her right one and pushed it up to her eagerly waiting tongue. She stared into his camera as she teased her nub with her hot tongue. 

"See what you did to me already?" she whispered, holding her big quivering tit in her hand, her hard nipple pointing directly at her son. She squeezed both tits in each hand. 




American Mom Ch. 18



"My nipples are already hard, just thinking about your big cock." She smiled, letting go of her heavy tits and rocking her shoulders softly, forcing her boobs to respond enticingly.

Francine backed away slowly for a couple of steps, bringing her thumbs to the waist of her skirt. "Thinking about your hands on my body..." she thrust her beautiful tits up and wiggled her hips, driving her skirt down her hips in a maddeningly slow pace. 

The blonde mom bent forward at the waist, pushing her tiny skirt down her legs as she sensually cocked her head and licked her lips again.

Breathing heavy from the erotically charged scene she was putting on, Francine grinned a toothy smile and stood up, leaving her skirt puddled around her ankles and bringing her hands back up to lovingly cup her breasts once more.

"You know I like to tease?" she purred, bringing her hands to rest under her chin while pushing her elbows in. She caught her meaty titties between her forearms and squeezed in, forcing her big boobs out. Dropping her mouth open seductively she pulled her blouse off and backed towards the couch. She was as beautiful as any mirage, her big boobs hanging over the top of her dainty shelf bra while wearing only her heels, stockings, jewelry and thong.

Francine leaned back and placed her left hand on the arm of the couch to balance herself as she gently kicked her little skirt free of her right ankle. "I need to strip out of some of these clothes I've got on here." She continued with a twinkle in her eye and shifting her weight to her right foot.

Bringing her right hand up and running it through her thick blonde hair, Francine Smith softly hissed like a wild animal and rubbed her left breast with her free hand. "Ssssssssss."

"Uhmmm." She moaned as she stared her son in the eye and placed her left hand under her meaty left tit, lifting it while rubbing the nipple with her other hand. 

"Did you spit on it?" she asked.

Steve looked at his mother, clueless about what she was talking about.

"Did you spit on your cock when you beat off to the photo I emailed you when I answered your ad? Did you spit on your cock and stroke it while thinking about me?" she smiled, holding her bit tits up proudly. 

"Did you get it all nice and lubed up?" she pinched her nipples and pulled them out, lifting her heavy boobs. "You won't need to do that anymore...unless you just want to beat your cock off and cum all over my face and tits."

Steve began rubbing his growing cock in the open without thinking about it.

"Uhhhhmmm...are you getting it all ready for me?" his mother prodded, a sparkle in her aye as she looked up from his cock to his eyes. 

"Are you getting it ready for my mouth?" she ran her tongue seductively around her lips, with slitted eyes and grabbed her nipples. "So I can wrap my lips around your cock?" she anxiously shifted her weight from foot to foot and teased her nipples.

Without waiting for an answer she released her nipples and slowly brought both hands down to the front waist of her little panties as her son watched, mesmerized. 

"Are you ready for this?" she hissed.

The beautiful blonde mom pressed both thumbs down into the front of her panties, inching the delicate fabric down until the cleft of her hairless cunt came into view. The photo of the thirty eight year old wife standing in her stripper heels, her big boobs sandwiched and pressed forward between her elbows while her sweet pussy came into view would prove to one of her son's all-time favorites.

Her panties tiny string waist clung to her hips as she would push the front down, providing scintillating seconds of exposure to her over heated pussy. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, even in their neglected state. Finally she pushed the waist of her panties down below her wet lips. "Are you ready for all of this?" she smiled, pushing the silk fabric with her thumbs.

Steve was mesmerized by the shiny slickness of his mother wet pussy lips when they came into view. He watched hypnotically as she wiggled her hips and pushed the sodden panties down her thighs. Turning to the right slightly as she seductively slid them down, her beautiful bubble butt came into focus. 

"Let me give you a butt shot too." She smiled as she turned around and set her right knee on the couch cushion.

Steve took in the vision of his tight body Mom, her blonde hair cascading wildly down to the midpoint of her back. His eyes followed down to the unbelievably gorgeous sway of her bare hips. Even the crack of her ass was a thing of beauty as she bent at the waist and continued pushing her panties past her knees.

Now Francine Smith's shaved pussy lips popped into view, pressed between her inner thighs. The slickness of her juices made her engorged lips pop like a jack in the box as she wiggled her hips slowly.

Steve brought his camera in close and began snapping photos.

"You like that baby?" Francine moaned as she leaned forward placing her left knee on the seat cushion while and supporting herself with her right hand on the arm of the couch as she rotated to face him from a quarter view, her big right breast swinging like a pendulum. 

"Is that looking good?" she smiled as she lifted her right foot behind her and removed her panties from her ankle, struggling momentarily to remove the tiny garment from her tall heel. 

"Good enough to eat?" she adjusted her knees on the couch, supporting herself with her hands on the back of the couch as she turned and sat against the left arm of the couch.

Francine leaned back with her shoulder against the left arm of the couch and placed her left foot up on the seat. The height of her heel, combined with her right remaining on the floor opened her pussy in an exaggerated way. Her right hand gripped the cushion near the arm of the couch, while her big right breast lay heavily on the back of her hand.

She smiled seductively, her hair cascading behind her shoulders as she brought her left hand to her wet, bald pussy, teasingly rubbing her lips. Her wedding band glistened in the light from her son's camera setup. 

As she slowly rubbed her pussy with her left hand and began teasing her right nipple with the other, she looked into her son's eye's. "Does this look good enough to eat?"

"Good enough to play with?" she continued, inserting her left index finger into her pussy with an audible sloshing sound. 

"Good enough to stick your tongue in it?" Smiling like a Cheshire cat as she spread her pussy lips apart effortlessly with her middle and index fingers.

"Good enough to put your cock in it?" she gritted her teeth in heat before bringing her fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking her juices from her fingers, her legs spread like a wanton slut. 

"Oh yeah." She moaned in satisfaction before reinserting her middle finger in her cunt and pouting sensually. "Let Mommy get it nice and lubed up for ya. It's gonna be all ready to go." She hissed as she rubbed her clit.

Francine selfishly devoted the next few minutes to gazing longingly at her own fingers as she alternated rubbing her clit and inserting a finger in her warm pussy. "Phhhewww...Uhhhmmmmmm." She moaned before smiling back at her son.

Looking up, she continued. "I'm nice and ready." She hissed, looking at him with passion burning in her eyes. As she continued to tease her pussy for the camera, Steve stepped over and squatted on his haunches about a foot from where she lay sprawled on the couch, her knees spread wide so her cunt was gapped open. 

"Are you ready?" she asked huskily.

As his mother continued playing with her wet cunt and staring at him longingly, Steve moved closer and placed his left hand behind her neck, reveling in the sight of his mother, out of control with lust, while at the same time, enjoying the cool soft feel of her blonde hair on his hand and wrist.

She leaned her head back and opened he mouth slightly, inviting his inevitable move to passionately kiss her as she fingered her twat. Their mouths rolled against each other, with Steve stealing glances at the unbelievable sight of his hot mom openly rubbing herself while kissing him.

As she continued her personal pleasuring, Steve brought his right hand to his mother's right breast and begun to play with her nipple. She momentarily broke their lip lock. "Harder baby." Was all she said before leaning back in to continue their erotic French kiss.

The sounds of saliva passionately mixing, incestuously filled the room. "Oh yeah." Francine whispered softly between light peeks on the lips, her finger buried to her palm in her sopping pussy as her son teased her nipple, her other hand rubbing his waist.

As Francine brought her wet fingers to her mouth to enjoy, Steve took her place rubbing her pussy while kissing her neck behind her right ear. 

"Oh Yes!" she hissed, grabbing her left boob and squeezing. "Oh yeah!"

Francine was moaning and supporting herself on her right elbow and her left hand as her son aggressively rubbed her clit. "Yeah; play with that pussy." She whimpered. 

Opening her left knee further while looking into the camera, she leaned her head back again and locked lips once more, moaning for another long passionate kiss. "Uhmmmmm."

They embraced like this for five more minutes, her legs obscenely splayed open for the video camera as her son had his way fingering her sopping pussy, their lips never parting other than to moan.

Steve leaned back and roughly grabbed Francine's right boob, bringing the nipple to his mouth. "Suck at my nipples." She hissed, grabbing her left breast and squeezing. "That's it; play with those fuckin' titties. Uhmmm." She gazed down at him longingly.  

"I know you love those big titties. Nice and soft." She smiled as he teased her nipple with his teeth. She brought her left nipple up to her own mouth and joined her son in teasing her nipples.

Francine sat up on the couch, leaning forward and supporting her elbows on her wide spread thighs. Cradling and caressing her son's big balls in her left hand, she grasped his monstrous cock at the base in her right fist, her thumb unable to touch any of her fingers. So much dick stuck out beyond her tiny little fist that the sheer weight of his nine inch cock caused it to wobble like a giraffes neck. 

Slowly she brought her lips to the angry red head, cocking her head and looking into the cameras while she encircled his cock head with her lips to prevent her forehead from bottoming out on his stomach. 

"Uhmmmm." She moaned as she stroked her mouth slowly up and down on his throbbing cock. Steve leaned his head back as she bottomed out, his arms at his side as her lips remained good two inches from meeting her thumb.

Francine pulled off, a line of drool stretching from her son's cock head to her lips. She looked up at him while licking the underside of his dick, the tip of his big rod resting on her nose. Reaching a trembling hand to grab his left wrist, she brought his hand up behind her neck and nestled it under her wild blonde mane until it rested on her neck.

"Guide me Steve." She moaned. "Own me...make Mommy your slut...make me suck your cock." She whimpered. 

He instinctively knew what she wanted. He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her mouth down onto his cock and began pulling her onto his hard rod to meet his pelvic thrusts as she moaned louder, creating a humming effect on his steely cock as her hand stroked his length in an opposite rhythm from her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Oh Yeah." Steve growled softly.

"Mmmpffff." Uttered his Mom as he grabbed to top of her head, increasing her stroking and sucking pace.

She kept at her fevered pace for a couple of minutes. Her arm tiring, she switched to stroking him in her left hand while pasting adoring kisses and licks as her hand traveled the full length up and down his hard meat for many trips.

Steve gripped her left shoulder and held his cock up to her waiting lips. Francine lowered her mouth to capture his cock without her hands. After a few strokes, she pulled her mouth off his meat and spoke. I'm so glad I decided to wear this glittery hairband."

Steve stared with confusion into her eyes as she reinserted his cock for a couple of rides in her lips before releasing him. "We wouldn't want my hair obscuring my face from the cameras as I bounce my mouth up and down your cock." She grinned an evil smile. 'If you ever post this online, it would be a shame if someone watching this video didn't recognize me."

As she continued her worshipping of her son's cock, he reached both hands up and gripped the sides of her head, compelling her to go further down his shaft. She noticeably smiled around her mouthful of dick and looked up longingly at her son. She was proud that he was quickly taking to the role of dominator in their performance for the cameras.

He looked down from his vantage point to see his mother's outer thighs pressed tightly to the edge of the couch, her legs splayed as wide as humanly possible as she obediently sucked his dick. He moaned and set his left foot up on the coach, offering her greater access to rub his testicles while she orally worked his meat.

Francine pulled her head back momentarily. "Oh...I love it when you fuck this big prick into my mouth." She hissed before returning her mouth to his cock. 

Her words caused Steve to grip her head tightly in both hands as he began to hammer his cock deep into her mouth. "deeper, deeper, deeper." He called out while holding her head closer to the base of his cock. "Get all the way down."

"That's it. That's as far as I can go." She smiled when he let her up for air. 

"Bullshit." He called out. "I know you can."

"I've got to get warmed up." She smirked devilishly as she attacked his dick once more with her mouth before sitting back. "Let's try another position if you want me to go down all the way." she smiled as she stood up and guided her son to sit down on the couch.

Francine kneeled between his slightly trembling legs. "Someone's excited." She smiled as she settled down on her heels. "If you lean back I think I can get more of this beautiful cock in my mouth." She said as she pressed her right hand into his chest and gently pressed him to lay his shoulders at the base of the couch back cushions.

She gently stroked her hands on his knees as she leaned forward and fished for his cock with just her mouth. She rode her mouth on his dick without hands for several strokes before she brought her left hand back to the base while she teased his engorged cock head.

"Oh; that's too good." He moaned as she leaned in to attack further down his throbbing dick. She pulled back with just the head in her mouth, looking into his eyes, her white bracelet rocking on his pelvis as she stroked her hand several trips up his shaft before repeating with just the head in her mouth. She repeated the agonizingly hot cycle several times.

"Uhhmm...God...I love to suck cock." The beautiful mother moaned between mouth locks. 

"Wow. It shows." He nearly whispered as she mouthed his dick once more, maintaining her eye lock as she forced her mouth down his shaft past her comfort zone before sitting up and wrapping her meaty boobs around his shaft.

Steve grabbed a big tit in each hand, unable to prevent the excess from spilling over his hands while his mother raised and lowered her chest. On each down stroke his swollen head stuck two inches above her mountainous cleavage.

"Fuck my tits...make yourself really horny." She whispered with an uncontrollable smile as her son began to pull her tits up and down his dick. "When you get really hard you can slowly stick your cock in me...Uhmmmmm...so I feel every inch of it as it slides in me." 

Francine placed her hands on the couch cushion on either side of her son's hips, palms down. "Every inch." She purred as she drooled a thick string of hot spit down onto his cock head. She puckered her lips and reached up, gripping his boyish pec's to balance herself as he fucked up into her cleavage.

Francine smiled wickedly and began bouncing up and down with her knees, lifting and rocking her big breasts on Steve's cock as he gripped her shoulders, driving her motion forcefully. "That's it baby." She moaned "Make me be your toy." 

He rocked her up and down for several moments before letting loose of her shoulders and dropping his hands to his sides. Francine continued her cock attack, and began dipping her head on the down stroke and taking his cock head in her mouth, only to have it pop out audibly on the up stroke.

"Ohhhhh." Francine moaned as she stood up and straddled her son, her sexy high heels pinned under his hamstrings and her hands resting on his shoulders as he drove his hard shaft into her like a jackhammer. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing every minute detail of her pussy being assaulted to the video cameras. "Oh yes...Oh...Plow that pussy!" she called out, her moans nearly being over shadowed by the wet sound of his rod piercing her saturated cunt.

"Oh...oh...uhmmmm." She softly wailed as she sat down fully on his cock, trying to slow his aggressive fucking. Once she had him stopped, she slowly and tantalizingly raised and lowered herself on his rod, squeezing with her internal pussy muscles as she took five to ten seconds for each stroke, staring into the video camera lens the entire time.

The moaning in the room from both mother and son was becoming louder as she teased his cock with her wetness, squeezing her butt tightly, the effect tightening her pussy lips on his cock. 

"Oh yeah. Feel that dick." He called out enthusiastically.

Francine reached her right hand back and stroked his wet balls with her nails as she whimpered. "Oh yeah." She sat upright and rocked his cock, putting both hands into her wildly pulled back hair and running her fingers through it. Riding with a smooth stroke, she balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders once more. Steve looked up, past her hardened nipples and saw the face of a woman immersed in in erotic bliss, causing his cock to harden still.

"Uhmmmm. Fuck...There you go." She cooed. "Let me ride it really slowww." She looked down into his eyes and continued. "So deep. Hisssss...Ahhhhh." She leaned back and placed her hands on the cushions behind her, tightening her grip with her pussy. "Yeah." She moaned.

Riding his cock in short rocking motions, Francine continued her filthy sermon as her son looked up at her rocking boobs for several minutes. "Fuck yes...I'm gonna ride that cock good for you Steve." 

She returned her hands to his shoulders and he pulled her left ass cheek apart in his right hand as she rocked his pistioning cock aggressively as he pounded away like only an eighteen year old teen can. "Unnn...Yes...That's It Baby!" she encouraged him. "OH! FUCK! YES!"

Steve feel into a deeper and faster stroke as her wailing increased. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly and pulled hard, forcing her anus into a comically open appearance for the cameras as his cock thrust into her repeatedly for fifty or so strokes.

"Ohhhhhhhh." She cried softly as he slowed his pace and began forcibly impaling her completely flat onto his crotch and driving his dick up into her, followed by ten rapid fire quick thrusts and another slow round. The sound of her wet pussy being pleased was clear.

"Oh God...Yeah..." she moaned as she struggled mightily to lift herself up to allow him greater access to drive up into her. "Yeah...right there...that's it. Fuck that pussy...MOTHERFUCKER!" She encouraged him with a passionate sneer as he once more increased his pace.

"GOD DAMN IT MOM!" he spit out as he pumped her pussy with aggression. "YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT."

Quickly leaning back once more, this time lifting her knees high and wide and resting the soles of her feet on the couch, Francine began to race to the finish line. "Oh yeah...stroke into that pussy." She softly and hoarsely encouraged him. "Yeah...Make me cum." She urged him breathlessly as she bounced herself against his relentless prodding. "Oh yeah...Ohhhhho..."




American Mom Ch. 19



This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

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It was late Friday night as Haley Smith lay bleary eyed in her bed, very close to drifting off to sleep. Images of fucking her brother Steve a few days earlier had feverishly filled her mind for most of the night as she tossed and turned. Similar day dreams had obsessively overtaken her every waking moment for the past several days. The unexpectedly skillful fucking she had seduced from him on Tuesday had just not been enough. It was now 3:30 in the morning, and she had been trying for over two and a half hours to drift off to sleep. 

'I've got to think of some way to get that big cock whenever I want it.' She thought dreamily, slowly slipping off to sleep. 'Maybe if I could find out what kind of porn sites he likes I could get an idea of how to better seduce him. Whatever I could learn can only help me tempt little brother into pounding my pussy with that big dick of his on a regular basis.' 

A woman obsessed, Haley had a mission now. As she finally slipped into a deep exhausted slumber that would envelope her until mid-day Saturday, the circus side show jack off performance she watched with her mother from the hallway a few days earlier played over and over again in her lust filled mind. 

A few minutes later, Haley's mother Francine blearily woke from a sound sleep down the hall. "Gotta pee," she mumbled while rolling over in the bed. Peering over at her bedside clock radio she could make out the time. 

"3:45 A.M." she mumbled. "God Damn it!" she swore softly as the reality of her situation hit her. "Stan didn't get the toilet repaired before he left like he said he would. Son of a bitch is a real un-handyman." Francine muttered sleepily as she stumbled out of bed.

The beautiful blonde mother peeked out of her bedroom into the still dark hallway. The only light was coming from the trusty nightlight in Haley's room, shining dimly into the dark hallway. 

Without bothering to put a robe on over her nude form, Francine tiptoed into the hallway, creeping extra quietly past Klaus' fishbowl sitting on the hallway table. She hurriedly entered the bathroom down the hall, sitting down quickly and releasing a strong stream of pee into the toilet. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." She groaned in relief. 

As she walked back up the hall, Francine gazed at the prone form of Klaus, asleep in his little fishbowl. "Aw isn't that cute." She whispered with a smile as she saw him lying in his little bed, covers pulled up under his chin; cute little stocking cap on his bulbous fish head. Little bubbles floated to the top of the water; popping and producing soft snores.

"Are you awake Klaus?" she whispered softly as she stood in front of the bowl, the dim light from Haley's room accenting her nude form.

Seeing no change in his sleep pattern, Francine leaned forward, her naked breasts rocking back and forth. "Look at me Klaus." She softly sang. "I'm naked." She finished, standing back up and stroking her nipples. "Just like you've always wanted to see." She smiled while turning her back to his bowl and twerking. 

Finally, after a few minutes of softly toying with her big breasts in front of her comatose goldfish, Francine silently walked up the hallway to return to bed.

Intending to shut her daughter's door on her way to her own room, Francine peeked inside as she started to pull the door shut, gasping at what she saw.

Haley's bed was positioned at an angle in the back corner of her room, the foot of her bed facing the door. The covers were pushed to the side and she lay asleep on her stomach, completely naked, with her feet facing the door. Her right leg was stretched out straight while her left knee was bent and pushed up almost to her breasts. Her pussy was flagrantly spread open and visible in its entirety. 

Staring at her daughter's sweet pussy lips and asshole slightly spread apart, Francine gasped as visions of her recent tryst with Lois Griffin filled her mind. 

Shockingly, Francine was awakened from her fantasy as she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist and a pair of hands gripping her big heaving breasts from underneath. "Hmmm. Nice outfit Mom!" her son Steve whispered up into her ear as he firmly pinched her nipples. 

Francine had nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, but now the shock had quickly changed into embarrassment knowing her son had just caught her staring at her daughter's naked ass. 

"Steve, let me go," Francine whispered back at him, reaching her right arm around his shoulders and frantically trying to get free. Even in her bare feet, she had to look down into her son's eyes. She was not even wearing the tall heels she had recently been wearing for him in their photo shoots, and yet she still towered over his short frame. Despite his diminutive size for his age, his youthful arms had her pinned and she couldn't move. 

"What are you doing naked in the hallway and staring into Haley's room? Oh my...what do we have here?" He finished in a long drawn out whisper. Francine tensed and felt his hands squeeze her nipples harder as he looked at his sister naked on the bed. 

"Steve, let me go," Francine frantically whispered to him. 

"Wow mom. Haley looks kind of hot, doesn't she? No wonder you were looking," 

"No Steve...that is not why I looked!" 

"Do you like her ass Mom?" 

"Steven Smith! Stop that now!" Francine hissed, disbelieving he asked her that. 

"I didn't know you were into girl's too Mom." He whispered, his tongue licking behind her ear while he continued his aggressive massage of both of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. "Uhnnn," she softly whimpered in excitement, her nipples becoming incredibly hard. 

Steve felt them harden right away and knew why. "You are, aren't you? I bet you wish you could just walk up to her and kiss her...maybe even lick her between her spread legs." 

Francine was afraid to respond. Afraid to make any noise that might wake Haley; or Klaus for that matter. But for some strange reason, being in this situation excited her, making her heart race and her breath come in gasps.

"Tell me mother. Are you getting excited, seeing Haley spread out like this? I bet you are." He whispered into her ear. She quickly shook her head in defiance as she felt his hands leave her heaving breasts.

Francine knew what Steve was after, but she wouldn't give in to him; not with her daughter. Suddenly she realized he had released his cock from his pajamas. Francine turned her head and looked at him in shock and disbelief. He just smiled, knowing his horny mother would not be able to resist. 

Grabbing his mother's elbows, and ignoring her feeble protestations, he pushed her arms up above her head, placing her hands wide apart and high on his sister's door frame. 

Without being told to do it, Francine kept her grip on the door frame as her son slid his hands down her arms to her quivering breasts, pinching her nipples hard in the glow of his sister's night light. 

"Ahhhh...Gahhhdddd" Francine bit off a sound of pleasure and pain. 

"Haley excites you, doesn't she mom? I bet she makes your own pussy wet." He spoke deeply in her ear, softly licking it as he pawed her nipples. "I know you want to taste her? Tell me the truth Mom." He demanded, noticing she never attempted to lower her hands from the door frame.

Francine looked at Haley lying in her bed. Looking so sweet; so inviting...her pussy folds waiting for her mother's tongue. 

"Steve...you have to let me go. This is too dangerous." Francine begged in a barely audible voice. 

Suddenly she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy from behind. The only thing that stopped him from penetrating her at that moment was the angle at which she stood. 

Steve immediately recognized the situation and put pressure on her back, bending her so her ass would stick out. Without protesting, Francine regripped the door frame two feet lower. Suddenly she felt his big cock slide inside her, spreading her open with his thickness. "Ohhhhh MY GOD." she whispered as her son began assaulting her pussy while she stood boldly in her daughter's doorway.

Francine spread her feet apart, arched her back and held onto the door frame as her son gripped her hips as he began sliding his thick meat in and out of her pussy. 

"This is so crazy...so fucking dangerous Steve." She hissed softly as she worked her hips back against his thrusts. 

"You love it, don't you mom." He said a bit louder and with growing confidence in his mother's worshiping love of his big dick. 

"Uhhhmmm...fuck yes...I love it Steve." 

Steve quickly cut her off as he continued plunging his cock into her wet pussy. "I want to watch you fuck and eat Haley. Will you do that for me mother?" He whispered while fucking her from behind. 

"Oh God Steve! What if she wakes up right now? What if she sees us like this...what if she hears us?" she whispered as she fucked herself back against his hard cock. 

"ANSWER...ME...MOTHER...WILL...YOU...FUCK...HALEY...FOR...ME!" Steve commanded as he aggressively fucked her pussy, each word emphasized by a thrust into her wet pussy. 

"Oh God...Yessss!" Francine hissed without realizing it.

Steve immediately pushed his cock deep inside her with a forceful shove. "Yes...oh fuck...you will! Oh FUCK...you just turned me on so much!" he quickly whispered into her ear as Francine realized what she had agreed to do for her son. 

"Oh God...YES...I would fuck anyone for you...as long as you let me have that big cock of yours." Francine whispered back to him over her shoulder as her pussy convulsed around his hard meat. 

He held her tight and with short jabs tickled her cervix with the head of his nine inch cock. "Look at her mom...just look at her. Tell me what you want to do to Haley Mom...talk about it like a porn starlet would."

Once her brain registered what he said, an all too familiar tingle ran up and down her spine. Francine looked lustily at her daughters sexy pussy spread open in front of her and pushed her ass back at her son while the might of his cock teased her pussy walls. 

"Ohhh...Oh my God!" Francine whispered, feeling the tight, spreading feeling deep inside of her. 

"Tell me you will eat Haley." He hissed. 

Francine made short, quick movements with her hips, fucking herself on his long meat. "Yes...yes I will." Francine whispered, ready to cum. 

"Tell meeeee...Tell me what you want." Steve was nearly cuming and so was Francine. 

"I want to...Ohhhhhhh...I'll eat her pussyyyyyyy...Oh my God...I want to eat Haley's pussyyyyyyy." Francine hissed back at him.

With that he forcefully shoved his cock inside of her and held her tight while his cock spilled several loads of his cum inside her. 

Unable to hold off, Francine came as well, biting her lower lip so she wouldn't make a sound and wake Haley as they both silently held on, riding the waves of their orgasms. 

As she came down from her orgasm Francine become conscious of how absurd a situation she had gotten herself into. She realized she was on her tippy toes with her legs apart and arms spread high above her head, holding on to the frame of the open door of her daughter's bedroom, being impaled on her son's thick cock as her daughter slept peacefully in the nude in front of her. The outrageousness thrilled her even more.

Francine and Steve stayed joined together that way until he was spent, his cock no longer pulsating inside her tingling pussy. Breathing heavily Francine looked back at him as he silently slid out of her. Instantly she felt his cum drip out of her pussy and run down her legs, forcing her to bring her legs together in a futile effort to hold his juices. 

"Oh my God. How much cum did you have?" she asked softly, amazed and leaning against the door frame for support.

Francine looked at his wet cock and instinctively licked her lips. Steve smiled, knowingly. "Why don't you taste that pussy on my cock and pretend its Haley's?" Steve directed.

Francine looked over at Haley, and saw that she was still asleep. Dropping to her knees and grabbing Steve's hips, she pulled him towards her and took his enormous cum soaked cock inside her mouth. 

"Hmmmmm." she moaned while cleaning his softening cock off. "Ohhhh...I like this...God I don't know why but I like the way it tastes." Francine moaned, lost in her perverse pleasure. 

"Good slut," Steve announced "Suck those pussy juices; just like that...just like you'll soon lick Haley's cum from my cock." 

Francine froze realizing what she had agreed to during the height of her orgasm. Looking up at Steve, she stood up. 

"Steve...I..." Before she could finish what she wanted to say, her son quickly pulled her to him, silencing her words with a deep kiss as his hands found her firm ass cheeks. 

When he finally broke the kiss Francine was so weak that she had to grip the doorframe that much harder while she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her son's young face was tense with anticipation and his eyes pleadingly watched her every move. 

"I'll do anything and anybody you want...including your sister if you promise to fuck me with that big cock of yours whenever I want it." Francine declared before turning and walking out of his room without saying another word. Her agreement to his demands left him speechless. 

Saturday afternoon, after a long exhausted sleep after the excitement of the night before, Steve like all good nerds in town, had gone to see the premiere of the new Star Trek movie. Because it was such a long movie he was going to be gone for at least four hours, so his sister Haley thought that she'd take the opportunity to do a little snooping on his computer. She knew that he had to keep some porn sites hidden there that he didn't want their Mom and Dad to see. 

Haley started scoping out his web sites. There were so many and she couldn't find any real common thread. "Hmmm...all kinds of fucking...sucking..." She continued opening web pages. "Blondes; brunettes; full figures; slender ones. If there is anything here that I can use, I'm not seeing it."

Just as she was about to give up Haley spied a folder she hadn't opened yet. It said "AGS." Haley opened it up and was taken to a site unlike any of the others she had seen. Across the top were a bunch of naked girls in various sexy poses under the title, "America's Got Sex." The rest of the page was a small collection of thumbnail pictures, which were categories of specific video types, like "Best Mature" "Best Public Sex" and "Best Cum Shot."

Haley couldn't believe it as she read out loud the description of the site. "Submit your hot amateur video so our members can vote for their favorite. The winners each week will be win a five hundred dollar prize!"

"Wow. I had no idea that this kind of stuff went on." She commented before looking again at the categories, a little more curious this time. As she read through them, one caught her eye. "Best Self Stimulation." A little tingle started in her pussy as Haley clicked on the link.

It took her to a new page with a headline, "Last Week's $500 Winner!" and a still from a video showing a woman in her mid-thirties in high heels holding a vibrator between her legs. She was obviously in the throes of a massive orgasm. Underneath her image were about a dozen smaller video stills with more video links, "Vote For This Week's Hot Picks," 

"Obviously these are the videos to watch and then vote on." Haley said. She was about to click on the previous weeks winning video link when her eye was attracted to the thumbnail photo under the line "Most Votes So Far This Week." It was hard to tell with the little picture, but it kind of looked familiar. "Holy shit...that looks like my bedroom."

Haley clicked on the picture and waited for the video to download. "Has that little turd been watching and taping me?" Haley asked herself out loud. Her emotions at the moment were torn. On the one hand she wanted to stuff his camera up his ass, but at the same time she noticed that her pussy had started to become wet. Her reflection in his mirror revealed her very satisfied smile. 

Her hand was trembling over the mouse as the video started to play. "Oh my God...that is me." She said as the video started with her in her crawling onto her bed. The camera was hidden in the closet at the foot of her bed. "I was wearing those clothes a couple of days ago; the day Mom and I first saw Steve's cock through the crack in his door as he was jacking off." 

She relaxed a little in her brother's desk chair and watched herself on the video as she pulled off her top. It was like watching somebody else...somebody who was somehow sexier and hotter than Haley ever was in her own mind.

On the video Haley pushed her jeans down and spread her legs so that she could rub her pussy. The camera caught the action as she began licking her fingers. "Fuck...I look hot!" she exclaimed as her video persona threw her knees up and back towards her shoulders. She watched in awe as the video showed her plunging her fingers into her shiny pussy, obviously having an absolutely massive orgasm. 

Her body flushed red in the video as she gasped for air and fucked her own hand. Haley found herself getting hot and worked up just watching it. Her pussy relaxed and became more sensitive as it became engorged. "I had no idea I looked so sexy." She smiled as she started the video again. 

"God this is so erotic!" Haley called out softly as she squeezed her thighs together, putting a little pressure on her clit as she wiggled her legs and rubbed her pussy lips together. 

When the video ended a second time she noticed a little marker under the thumbnail. Clicking it she was amazed to discover that almost 5,000 people had watched her video. "OH...My...God!" Haley felt goose bumps running up her arms at the thought of all of those guys jacking off while watching her. 

Her anger at Steve diminished greatly as she sat there watching herself cum over and over. Just as she was nearing an orgasm, Haley heard the sound of a key jiggle in the front door downstairs.

Hurriedly turning his browser off, Haley jumped from the computer and sprinted to her room as fast as her flip flops would allow, shutting her door just as Steve began mounting the stairs below. "Oh my God, that was so close." She hissed, trying to catch her breath.

Still breathing heavy fifteen minutes later, Haley snuck into the hallway and tiptoed over to her brother's room. Steve Smith sat at the computer in his bedroom intently editing the videos and photos from the shoot he had done a couple of nights ago with his brand new equipment. 

His beautiful mother Francine had not only given him the equipment for raising his grades at Pearl Bailey High School, she had been his more than willing subject of the erotic photo shot. 

Situated at his desk facing the door with his head down, raptly staring at the screen, Steve had not noticed his sister entering the room. Thinking she might have a chance to startle him, she gently closed the door, but stopped short of pressing it closed so he would not hear the door latch. 

"Hey little Bro, whatcha doing?" The sound of her voice startled the young teen. 

"Oh...hey Haley. You surprised me, hehe." He nervously laughed, quickly turning off his monitor. "Just working on some stuff for the AV club at school. What's up?" he questioned as Haley walked around the desk and put her arm around her little brother's shoulder, pulling his shoulder against her hip and his head against the underside of her boob.

Steve looked up, past her breast and into her eyes. 

"Me?" she responded as she moved behind him, leaned over and placed her chin on his shoulder and began stroking her hands on his thighs. "I'm just enjoying the world Steve." She said. 




American Mom Ch. 19



Leaning into his ear she softly continued. "I was just thinking about what a great time I had the other day..." she brought her left hand to his crotch and gently began stroking his cock "...sucking and fucking this big cock of yours little bro." She tilted her head and gave him a lengthy, passionate kiss before breaking their tongue lock. "Any chance you could give me another go with this brute?" she asked with a smile, gripping his cock harder. 

In spite of the blood leaving his brain as it began filling his big cock, the wheels began to move in Steve's brain. "Well Sis; I don't know..." the instantaneous look of disappointment on Haley's face was unmistakable. 

About that time Francine Smith was walking down the hallway with a load of laundry for Steve. She had just reached his door and was preparing to knock when she heard her daughter Haley's voice from the other side. "What? But...but Steve...I thought you said I fucked you really good the other day?" Francine froze in place before pressing her ear closer to the door.

"Seriously Steve, I tried to be really hot for you...but I can do better. It's just that your cock is sooo much bigger than any other one I have ever had before." Haley continued. 

Realizing he was quickly getting the upper hand on his big sister, Stevge continued. "Oh it was okay Haley. It's just that I got all of this new photo and video equipment the other day..." He gestured to the light umbrellas, tripods and other equipment set up in his room. "And I need to get in a lot of practice with it. Sorry." 

Listening intently outside his door, Francine wondered, 'What is that little stinker up to?' 

Meanwhile, inside Steve's room, Haley's mind was running at turbo speed, now desperately trying to preserve another shot at her little brother's big pussy pleaser. 'Oh my God, he turned me down. What am I going to do now?' she asked herself. 

"Well...Uhmmm...let's see." Haley stalled. 

"I don't have all day sis. I've got to get to work on learning this new photo and video equipment. In fact I am so far behind on learning this equipment that I need to get on the phone to contact a girl from school who advertised on the club board that she would be a live model for only fifty dollars if anyone in the photo club ever needed one. I can't just practice on still subjects." He commented as he nonchalantly picked up his cell phone.

'Shit,shit,shit!' thought Haley. 

"Hang on a second Steve. What...uhmm... what if you use me as your model?"

'Eureka! My plan worked.' Steve thought as he set his cell phone down and faced his sister, a small grin slightly breaking his poker face. 

"I'm listening." He said. 

"I'll be your model." She said with a big smile. "And you save all your money by not hiring that girl." 

"That's a great idea Haley; I hadn't thought about that." He smiled, before it quickly dissolved into a look of rejection. "Ohhh...no; that won't work. I'm planning on doing nudes." Steve added. 

Haley smiled broadly and walked over to her brother. "Steve, Steve, Steve. I fucked your big cock silly the other day. I would have no problem with you photographing me while I do that again." 

"So you mean you would let me video and take photos of you while you suck my dick?" He asked pointedly, raising the stakes. 

"And anything else you want me to do for your cameras, little bro." Haley cooed. 

Out in the hallway, Francine brought her hand to cover her mouth. "Why that little slut. Like mother like daughter." She whispered.

Steve grabbed his camera after turning on the video cameras and lights. "Where did you get all of this equipment Steve? It looks really expensive." Haley asked as she stood before his full length mirror admiring herself and adjusting her top and jeans. 

"It was a present from Mom...for getting my grades up to a two point five."

"I suppose mom gave you a lot of incentive to pull your grades up with all that equipment." She said. 

"Well, there was better incentive than just the equipment, but yeah Mom is awesome." 

Francine beamed with pride in the hallway on overhearing her son's compliments. 

As Haley continued to adjust her tank top and jeans in preparation for the photo shoot, Steve interrupted her. "Don't go to a lot of trouble right now Haley. You're going to need to wear something a lot more sexy than what you have on, and work on that makeup if you want to be my model. That lazy outfit you wear all the time isn't going to turn anyone on. Clothes are ninety percent of a nude photo shoot."

Haley froze and nearly cried at her brother's harsh assessment of the way she dressed.

"Seriously, do you even have any clothes that would be considered sexy? If not I'll have to pass on the photo shoot." he bluffed.

"Uhm...I'm sure I have something appropriate." She replied, gathering her confidence and deciding it was worth dressing however her brother wanted. 

"Oh Haley...now that we have that settled, one more thing." Steve continued nonchalantly as he leaned over and turned his monitor back on. "When I got home today I found this up on my computer." He pointed to his monitor. 

Haley walked around the desk and was shocked to see her video playing on the screen. "Since you saw this I am assuming you know what I am going to do with the pictures and videos we are getting ready to make, right?" 

Haley looked silently to her brother, while Francine stood completely confused in the hallway about what Steve was referring to. 

"You are going to be going to the cloud Haley, where thousands of fans are going to get to watch you work your magic with a real cock for a change. Your votes should go off the charts." He laughed. 

Haley thought to herself for a moment. "Uhmmm..." she softly moaned as she stood staring at the monitor, rubbing her right hand softly up and down her left arm, thinking of all those thousands of hard cocks being pounded just for her. 

"I know we are about to cross a line here Steve. It might have been too big of a hurdle to cross last week before we fucked; but today it doesn't seem like such a big deal. I mean, you've already seen me naked ...Hell, so have over five thousand other guys." 

'What are they talking about? Five thousand guy's?' Francine pondered. Before she could figure out what was going on she heard Haley blurt out with a giggle. 

"OK Steve. I'm game." She smiled and looked from her brother holding his Canon camera to the two video cameras focused on her. 

"Let's get started then!" he said excitedly, not believing his luck as he positioned his video cameras. 

"I know I can make this look really professional. If we aim this camera this way, we could get a straight picture of the bed, and also a view of this mirror," he gestured at the one over his dresser, "And this one, too," pointing to the one on the back of his door. "That way we'll have three camera angles. I can use my computer to edit them all into one movie. With these great lights Mom bought me the video will look just like a pro shoot." 

"Well that's my little brother," she said with a laugh "Geeking out even when he's about to get lucky."

Suddenly Steve noticed the door to his room crack open a little further. Because of the angle she was viewing his monitor, Haley could not see the change in the opening of the door. Looking out of the corner of his eye towards the door, Steve snickered to himself. He could make out his mother clearly in the opening of the door. 

'She never turned off the hallway light.' He laughed inside. 

For her part, Francine was getting wet just watching and listening to the scene unfold in front of her. Over the past few minutes she had pulled the hem of her pink dress up her thighs until she now had it pulled completely up over her hips. Steve could see her panties already were lying in a heap around her left ankle.

"The winning videos always have the girls dressed in sexy clothes Haley." Steve pretended to have no interest in looking at his door as he spoke. "I want you to go to your room and pick out just the right outfit; something that would make a guy get hard seeing you fully dressed. Be sure to take your time. I need a little time to set all of the camera equipment up properly anyway, so don't come back for ten minutes; and not a second sooner, understand?" 

Haley nodded her head in agreement as she stood up. "OK Steve, whatever you say. I'll be back at twenty five after." As she dashed up the hallway he softly called out "And whatever you do...don't let Mom see you." 

Unknown to Haley, she had just missed her mother who had franticly scrambled into the protection of her own bedroom across the hall in such a hurry that she was not able to shut the door. 

Steve stepped across the hallway as he watched Haley shut her bedroom door. When he walked through his parent's open bedroom door he found his mother with her back pinned to the wall next to the door jamb, breathing with great difficulty. 

"Well, well...what do we have here?" he remarked as he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her face down to his mouth and kissing her passionately as he sank two fingers knuckle deep in her exposed pussy. 

"Uhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm." The sound of her overworked passion filled the hallway.

After a minute of eagerly exchanging tongues he whispered in her ear. "Here is how this is going to go down Mom. You will do everything exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?" Francine looked deliriously at her son, nodding her head softly in agreement to his every word, her lust and anticipation of what he would order her to do betraying her sensibilities. "First you will..." 

Meanwhile, behind the closed door in her room Haley rummaged through her closet until she finally found the clothes she wanted...a black knit skirt, and a yellow tube top. Haley had not worn either item of clothing In years, and they were snug then. She also chose her only pair of dress shoes, a conservative pair of black pumps her mother had purchased for Haley to wear to a funeral.

"If we do this very often, I'm going to need some more shoes and clothes for sure." Haley told herself as she threw them on the bed and took off her clothes. She realized that she wasn't going to need any underwear, so she took off her bra and slipped her wet panties down past her knees. 

She looked at her body in the mirror. "Hey sexy! No wonder all of those guys were voting for you!" she said, seeing her body, taut in places and curvy in others. Before today she'd never realized just how sexy her body could be. She couldn't help giving her slippery clit a quick rub before slipping into her "fuck me" outfit.

Applying a little eye makeup, blush and some bright red lipstick, Haley checked herself out in the mirror. The high heels flexed her legs and made them look even stronger. She liked the look of her bare toes poking out the front. 

Haley had just entered puberty the last time she had worn the skirt and tube top. She adjusted the tube top in her mirror, struggling to push her breasts into the confines of the narrow band of material. After several attempts she was able to have the bottom swell of her breasts covered while at the same time barely covering the top of her areolas. Her nipples were obviously erect under the scant covering of the tube top. 

Her tight knit skirt was pushed down past her hips, its stretchy material pushed to its limits as it snuggly clung to the contours of her body. Being designed for Someone much younger, the skirt was only twelve inched tall, so it ended at the under swell of her ass and left a wide expanse of flesh exposed between her top and skirt.

Haley felt deliciously naked under her clothes. "Uhmmm...I can't wait to see what I look like on video; dressed like a sexy slut while Steve shoot's cum into my mouth." 

Checking her clock, Haley knew it had been ten minutes exactly since she had left Steve's room. Opening her door slowly and peeking out into the hall, she checked to see if the coast was clear. "Wouldn't do for Mom to catch me sneaking into Steve's room dressed like this!" she laughed. softly as she walked awkwardly in her dress shoes softly past her mother's darkened bedroom, unaware her mother was hiding as ordered on the other side of the now partially closed door.

Haley entered his room and strolled with purpose past Steve, who was standing anxiously by his door. He shut it almost all the way as she walked over to his bed. 

"What do you think?" she asked. 

Turning like a fashion model, she walked across the room using her best sexy walk as Steve's eyes roamed her body, taking in her perky nipples and smooth legs. There was no doubt that she had dressed for action when Haley walked up to Steve, grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to hers for a long wet kiss. 

They were both breathing hard when Haley let go. "Let's do this," she said.

Steve started the cameras as Haley sat on the bed. She crossed her legs, showing them off to her best advantage, and then beckoned her brother over with her finger. She smiled as he stood in front of her, his dick swollen in his jeans, only inches from her face as she leered for the cameras. 

She reached up and unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. The only thing between her and the object of her lust was his underwear, which had a big gooey spot of pre-cum near the top of his dick. Haley reached up and slid her palm up and down his shaft, sliding cum all over his underwear. She looked him in the eye as she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked her palm clean.

"Mmmmm. Tastes good," Haley said, smiling towards his cameras as she reached up with both hands and pulled his pants and underwear down. His dick sprang out at her. "God, it is so big!" she moaned. It was thickly veined and angry looking, obviously in need of some attention. 

"Is this how you stroke this big beauty while you watch my videos?" She asked as she wrapped her hand around his dick. Haley bent his shaft over and watched as a little drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit at the end.

"Uh Ooooh, Steve. We can't waste this." Haley put her tongue as far out of her mouth as it would go and licked the head of his dick while looking into the video cameras. 

"Let's take some photos of you at the mirror." Steve instructed. 

"You got it Bro." Haley smiled sweetly as she let loose of his cock and stood, "I'm ready to agree to anything you ask." *FLASH* went the light system as he took the first photo. 

"Fantastic Sis...now look into the camera like you are on fire...like you're a total slut on the prowl." Steve coached as he refastened his jeans. 

"Uhhmmm...that won't be too hard to act out." She replied, looking towards her brother with a look of cock obsessed sensuality. *FLASH* 

Meanwhile; sitting at her vanity table in her bedroom across the hall refreshing her makeup, Francine noted that her bedside alarm clock had reached the predetermined time Steve had dictated she put his plan into action. 

As Steve continued shooting photos in his room, Francine slowly eased across the hall to stare through the small crack in his door that he said he would leave once Haley had walked back into his room. The door was nearly completely shut, so her vision was obscured. She could make out that Haley had her back to the door, while Steve had his back to the far wall. The horny mother could see the flash from his camera and lighting umbrellas. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Damnit...I can't see shit." She muttered softly. 

After several maddening minutes of not seeing anything other than Steve's camera flash, Francine worked her nerve up and gently pushed the door open further. She prayed the hinges would not creak, nudging the door each time the camera flashed. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Soon her prayers were met. Her efforts resulted in the opening in the door expanding from an eighth of an inch to three inches, giving her more than enough space to see nearly the entire room, while camouflaging her presence. 

As Steve snapped photos of his sister, he could see that his Mother was now standing in place. "OK Haley, introduce yourself to the camera...and don't forget; We are doing a video so I want to hear some over the top dialogue." *FLASH* 

Haley stared intently into the video cameras and did as instructed. "Hi! My name is Haley Smith." She smiled enthusiastically. "I am a nineteen year old community college student. I am soooo fucking horny...and I want a big...hard cock to put in my mouth." *FLASH*

Looking towards his bedroom door, Steve carefully adjusted one of the video cameras so it captured his mother's image in his doorway. Realizing her son was aiming the video camera at her, Francine smiled and waved for the camera, getting wetter just watching her daughter's show. *FLASH* 

"OK Haley, tell the camera what you're going to do with a hard dick if you get one. "Oh shit...I'm so hot for a big throbbing, hard dick." She licked her lips seductively. "I need to put one in my mouth so bad...I want to be so bad. I like to be forced to put a big pulsing cock head in my mouth...forced to lick and worship it before taking it in my little pussy." *FLASH*

In the hallway Francine felt her skin flush with excitement at what she was hearing. 

"OK Haley." Steve resumed. "Now, lock your knees and bend all the way over and grab your ankles." As his sister bent over forward, her skirt rose seductively up her ass as her head nearly touched her knees. *FLASH* 

"Hold that pose." ordered Steve as he picked up the pace on the pictures. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

From the hallway Francine now had a perfect view of her daughter's ass in Steve's full length mirror, her extreme position forcing her pussy lips between her thighs. As Steve came around his sister he was snapping photo after photo. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

He reached over and grabbed her ass cheeks and roughly pulled them apart to expose her wet pussy. *FLASH* 

"Oh Steve, I feel so wicked right now." Haley moaned as she gripped her ankles and rocked her hips, rubbing her wet, engorged pussy lips together and smiling seductively for his cameras. *FLASH* *FLASH*

"So Haley are you getting really horny?" he asked, reaching his hand out to rub her protruding pussy lips. *FLASH* 

"Oh God Damn...YES!" she groaned, her head still touching her knees. 

"Good. Go ahead and stand up." He ordered.

Haley's face was visibly red as she complied. She never attempted to smooth her skit down her hips, flaunting her wet, shaved pussy. 

"Anything you say little Bro." *FLASH* 

"You look beautiful Haley." He complimented her. "Now just stand where you are and follow my lead." 

"You got it." she replied, thrusting her chest out proudly, rocking her shoulders as she looked from video camera to video camera. Her rock hard nipples were the only thing keeping the tops of her dark areolas from doing more than peeking over the edge of her tube top as her breasts bobbled seductively.

"Sit on the bed." Steve directed as he pulled his desk chair over next to one of the video cameras. 

Francine stood in the hallway in awe of the authority with which her son's was directing his older sister. She leaned against the wall and began to delicately rub her pussy as the action picked up inside the room. 

Haley smiled at her brother. *FLASH* 

"So Haley, tell us about yourself." "Ok, gosh where do I start? I live in Langley Falls Virginia...I care about world peace, and fairness for everyone...and...oh yeah...like I said earlier I LOVE big hard cocks." she smiled. *FLASH* 

Francine nearly passed out in the hall at her daughter's response, literally having to grab the door frame to steady herself on her sexy tall heels. Although Haley's back was still to the door, preventing her from seeing anything in the hall, Francine's motions did not go unnoticed by Steve or his video camera.




American Mom Ch. 19



"So have you ever been on video before?" He asked. 

"You mean naked and having sex?" Haley replied, emphasizing the word sex. 

"Correct." He responded. 

"Yes and no. I have had a very sexy video posted online before, but it was a solo, if you know what I mean." She laughed. "I haven't ever done a video with anyone else...but I've always wanted to!" 

"Interesting." Steve responded. "Tell me about your sexual,experience. What is the largest number of guys you have had sex with at one time?" 

Haley looked at Steve intently. "You really want to know?" 

She smiled when he responded, "Yes." 

"All right then. Only one guy...but there were three people, counting myself." 

"You fucked a girl and a guy at the same time?" Steve asked in astonishment. 

"Yes. And I enjoyed it immensely." She smiled, reaching down and rubbing a finger in her wet pussy before inserting it into her mouth with great satisfaction for the camera. 

"Holy shit..." was Steve's response. *FLASH* *FLASH* Francine again fell against the door frame when she heard the answer to the question.

With that Steve stood up and removed his clothes until he stood naked in front of the cameras, his sister and his voyeur mother. 

Haley looked at his now thickened prick with awe as he sat down on his bed and pulled her mouth to his cock by the hair on her head. "Since you said you wanted to be forced..." He drove her willing mouth up and down his cock for the benefit of the video cameras as he stared into his mother's eyes. 

Haley complied with enthusiasm as he reminded her to look into the cameras. After several strokes he pulled her up by her hair. "So Haley, do you enjoy sucking my dick? Remember, talk to the camera." 

"Oh God yes." She responded, trying to reach the head of his cock once more with her mouth. *FLASH* Unable to reach him, she extended her hand out and began stroking his hard meat. 

"Tell the cameras about the first time you saw this." He ordered as he slapped her cheek with the head of his cock. 

"It was only ten days ago...but who's counting." She gushed as she stroked his phallus slowly, looking between the video cameras and speaking to her anonymous audience with a smile. "I was heading down the hall to my bedroom. When I passed little brothers door I looked in and he was lying on his bed, stroking this..." 

Haley wagged the menacing meat sausage at the camera as she continued. "The biggest cock I have ever seen in person." With that Haley pulled her head forward, escaping the grip her brother had on her hair, and plunged her mouth back over his hard shaft with a moan. "Mmmmmmmm..." 

Once Haley had touched his tool to her mouth, she opened wide and put him slowly into her mouth, amazed at how hot it was. It was like trying to stuff a whole plum into her mouth all at once. Haley slid her lips down his shaft, taking him as deeply into her throat as best she could. "Am I doing it good Steve?" Haley asked sweetly when she pulled off, her lips kissing the tip of his shaft. *FLASH* 

"Oh yeah..." was Steve's response.

Haley leaned down and then back up slowly, sucking just a little as she let his dick withdraw from her. 

But that didn't last long. Steve pushed it back in, and he started fucking her mouth slowly and moaning with each thrust. "Fuuucckkk Yeeeesssss." After a few deep strokes her brother grabbed her hair and wrapped it tightly in his hands as he moved her head in counter rhythm with his cock, hitting the back of her throat with the tip of his dick at the end of each thrust. Back and forth...In and out. 

Pulling his sister's hair roughly, Steve pulled her mouth off his cock. "We need to finish the interview Sis. So let's continue. Why didn't you come in my room that day you first saw my dick and tell me how you felt?" he queried. 

Haley looked into the cameras. "I wanted to...I wanted to so bad, but..." Haley paused. 

"No buts...why didn't you come suck my cock then?" *SMACK* Steve asked as he roughly slapped her naked ass, exposed under her rolled up skirt.

"Before I could work up the courage I was interrupted by Mom while I was watching you." 

"What happened then?" Steve continued, "We both watched you for a few minutes." 

"Did you enjoy watching me...with Mom?" 

"Yes." Haley responded with a blush. "The adrenaline rush when Mom touched my shoulder as we both watched your big cock was super intense." 

"You said you once fucked another girl Haley...Would you fuck me with another girl or woman?" he asked 

"Oh Steve...If you let me have this beautiful cock whenever I want I would do anything you ever asked me to do...with you...for you...or with anyone else...and I've fucked girl's way more than once." She responded with a giggle as she spread her knees far apart for the cameras. 

"Really? Anything with anyone?" he asked, letting go of her hair once more. 

"Anything Steve." She hissed huskily as she thrust her mouth back on his cock and began working it over, staring into the camera while rubbing her wet pussy like a mad woman possessed. *FLASH* 

"What if I told you I wanted you to do a hardcore photo shot in front of my friends?" he said. 

As Haley looked up at her brother without removing her mouth from his cock, she nodded yes. 

"...and fuck yourself with a dildo for them?" Haley responded with another exaggerated nod before pulling her mouth off his hose. 

"Only if you would make me suck your beautiful cock in front of those nerds." She responded as she inserted two fingers rapidly into her pussy before dropping to her knees on the floor, turning her back to the door.

Steve raised his eyes to stare intently at his mother in the door crack as his sister deep throated his hard rod. Before Haley could make a move Steve grabbed his sister's hair in his left hand and began assertively fucking her face again while raising his right hand to his lips and making a silent "shush" sign to his mother. As Francine stood transfixed Steve began to alternate motioning his mother to enter the room with "shush" signs.

After ten or fifteen seconds the video cameras captured the action for posterity as Francine obeyed and gently pushed the door open. 

Francine strolled into her teenage son's room, wearing another pair of four inch tall black platform stripper heels and a black baby doll negligee. Both were gifts from the owners of the "Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store". 

The filmy material hung from her shoulders with delicate spaghetti straps, the gauzy material extending down to just meet the tops of her hips. The bra cups were completely cut out, leaving her 38DDs and rock hard nipples framed and fully exposed. The hem of the negligee ended teasingly just a few inches below her belly button. The outfit came with a pair of sexy see through panties; but she had decided that was too much clothing for the occasion, so her freshly shaved twat was fully on display, highlighted by her tan skin. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine complied as Steve motioned for her to move closer, her filmy gown floating in the breeze. 

"So tell me Haley." He asked, pulling her head off his cock. "Would you share my cock with another woman?" 

"If you want me to; I will Steve. I will do anything for you as long as I get to fuck this slab of meat." She responded before resuming her oral worship of his cock. *FLASH* 

Steve stopped her once more. "What about if I wanted to watch while you had sex with another woman?" he asked 

"Uhhmmmm...Yessssss." She smiled deeply and hissed. "I love to have an audience." 

"Any woman?" he pressed on. 

"Any woman Steve." she responded, moving her mouth back to his cock between words. "I probably should have told you...I love to eat pussy. Black...white...young...old. They just have to be pretty and sexy." 

As she resumed sucking his cock, Steve motioned over Haley's head for his mother to sit in his chair. *FLASH* 

Within seconds Francine was situated in the chair, staring into the closest video camera while pinching her nipples, her knees spread apart immodestly a good two feet apart as she watched the scene in front of her unveil. 

Francine squirmed in the chair as she watched Haley's head going up and down Steve's cock, her daughter's hands exploring her son's body.

Steve made hard eye contact once more with his mother, and then pulled Haley's head from his dick once more. 

"What if I told you to suck my cock with Mom? Would you do that?" Haley looked at her brother, stunned. 

Finally she smiled broadly and responded. "Steve Smith! That is so fucking kinky." She laughed naughtily. "Mom is really hot...and I think she was really getting off on seeing this big dick that day in the hall...but I don't see her ever agreeing to do that." She said before sliding her mouth back down his cock.

"I didn't ask if you thought she would agree to it Haley." He said as he pulled back on her hair, pulling her mouth off his dick. "I asked if you would suck my cock with Mom if I wanted you to. Would you have sex with me and Mom at the same time? Would you eat her pussy for me?" 

Haley responded quickly "If you think you could get her to agree to it... Yes...I would do it for you Steve. Besides that, mom's damn hot. I would love to eat her pussy..." Haley drove her lips over his cock. "Suck your cock with her..." She stared directly into the closest video camera, "And clean your cock with my tongue after you pull it out of her dripping pussy." Haley ended the sentence by chocking herself back down on his hard cock and jacking her little hand up and down the length of his thick cock, never breaking her gaze with the cameras.

Francine began to feel the quick rush of heat from the adrenaline coursing through her body as Steve motioned her over, indicating first for her to turn the video camera that was facing her so it faced he and Haley, and then that she should kneel behind Haley. Francine did as instructed. 

The vision of his beautiful blonde mother in her sheer gown, concealing nothing but her torso, and kneeling behind his semi dressed sister was captured by the video cameras and was almost too much for his young heart.

As Steve mouthed the words 'Kiss her neck.' Francine leaned in and gave her daughter's neck a soft peck as her hands reached around to cup her breasts over the material of her tube top, causing Haley to quickly pull away from her brother's cock. 

"Oh...My...God...Damn!" was Haley's soft response at seeing her mother kneeling behind her as she turned her head. She continued to stroke her brother's cock as she ran her eyes down her mother's figure in her sexy sheer black baby doll. 

After a few seconds Francine stood up and offered her hand to Haley. Taking her mother's hand, Haley's eyes drank in her mother's sensual form as the two sexy Smith women held hands and stood toe to toe. All pretense about what was about to happen disappeared as Francine excitedly kissed her daughter on the lips with passion, her hand straying to rub Haley's back. 

Steve grabbed Haley's tube top and pulled it down, exposing her breasts. He began playing with both women's tits as Francine and Haley continued their sensual kiss, both women groaning from the heat of the illicit moment. 

Francine inhaled deeply and exhaled audibly, her nerves frayed. Being dressed like a hot slut while watching her two children going at it had Francine wound up and beyond any normal sense of arousal when she had entered the room. 

The ache to feel Steve's cock took hold in the beautiful blonde mother, a longing so fierce that Francine slowly, trance-like, walked over and eased down on Steve's bed; inching closer to where her son was sitting. She was not longer fighting the sensation that she shouldn't be here as she gazed at Steve's hands, still on Haley's tits, pinching and teasing her hard nipples as his sister stood before them. 

"Oh Mother..." began Haley as she eased down on the bed next to Francine, sandwiching the hot mom tightly between her two impassioned children. "You look so beautiful in that gown." 

"Thank you Haley." She replied simply, unable to remove her gaze from her daughters bouncing breasts. 

"So what's the story with Mom walking in here dressed all sexy like this Steve? Do you guys have something you want to tell me?" Haley smiled as she ran her left hand on Francine's back and her other hand on her mother's upper thigh. 

"Turns out Mom enjoyed herself that afternoon in the hallway watching me jack off as much as you did." He laughed as Francine felt her face flush. 

"Remember when you asked me earlier about Mom getting me all of this photo equipment as a reward for getting my grades up?" 

Haley nodded her head as she ran her hand under the laughably small nightie Francine was wearing and rubbed her mother's bare skin at the base of her back. 

"And you said you suppose Mom gave me a lot of incentive to pull my grades up with all that equipment?" 

Haley nodded again as she slid her hand around her mother's waist, and began rubbing Francine's bare ass as she stared passionately into her mother's eyes. 

"I told you there was better incentive than just the equipment. Well Haley, This is that awesome better incentive." He said as he ran his hand up and down in the air near his mother's sexy form like he was a presenter on the Price is Right. 

"Turns out the only thing that Mom might like better than my big dick..." Steve grabbed his mother's left hand and placed it on his hard cock, "is posing for hard core photos and videos, isn't that right Mom?"

Francine nodded with a proud smile as she reached her right arm behind Haley. She looked between her children as her left hand slowly stroked Steve's massive hard-on, while her right hand reached around and fully cupped the underside of Haley's right breast. 

"Your brother is right Haley." She smiled, leaning over and pulling her daughter to her as she stuck her tongue into her daughter's mouth for a moment before continuing. "Steve is a very talented photographer and videographer. He told me earlier that the three of us are going to be making a video tonight...and that after we finish he is going to upload it for some kind of contest." 

Haley moaned and looked up. "Oh Mother! And here I thought you would be mad at me...I just can't control myself..." Haley leaned over her mother's lap and quickly took several trips up and down Steve's cock with her mouth before pulling off and making a pouting face. 

"Little brother said he wouldn't fuck me unless I agreed to share him with you." Haley once more leaned down and ran her lips up and down Steve's cock. "And only if I would fuck you while he watched." She smiled deviously.

"Here Mom, you take some photos for me." Steve chimed in, continuing to rub his mother's shoulders as he handed her the camera. Haley casually dropped to the floor once more and took her mother's place running her hand up and down Steve's cock as she continued to look deep in her mother's eyes. *FLASH* 

Francine shot photo after photo as Haley openly fondled her brother's balls in front of her. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

She continued to sit still allowing her son to rub her shoulders as she watched her daughter's hand. "Oh Haley...it appears you have the magic touch." Francine whispered still looking at Steve's growing erection. 

"Yeah...she sure does Mom. She's almost as good as you at getting my cock hard." Steve was almost completely hard now and his breathing was coming in labored as he rubbed Francine's shoulder. His big cock throbbed, hard and glistening. 

"Oh my God!" Francine muttered as she trembled at the sight of his dick and swallowed hard due to her mouth involuntarily watering. *FLASH* 

"His cock is so pretty isn't it?" Haley said as she looked up wile stroking her hand up and down his massive organ. The smell of sex, the smell of Haley's pussy filled the air around Francine, penetrating her senses; driving her urge for the hard shaft in front of her. 

"He likes it a little slower Haley." Francine managed to say. 

"I know Mother... remember? I was with you in the hallway? We watched Steve stroke this big beautiful cock together." She said with a bit of meaning behind it. 

"Feel him with me Mother." Francine's eyes stayed glued to Steve's wet cock as Haley reached out and grabbed her mother's delicate hand and pulled it on to his hard shaft at the very base, below her own hand. 

"He's going to fuck me with this gorgeous cock in just a few minutes Mother; and then he's going to fuck you too!" Haley said moving up to sit once more on the bed right beside her, her nipples poking into her mother's arm. 

"So beautiful..." Francine mumbled, the video cameras capturing the exploit as her eyes stared down at Steve's hard shaft. Haley pulled on the head of his cock as it began to leak pre-cum. 

"I thought I told you to take photos Mother." Steve ordered as he rubbed Francine's shoulders and leaned back against his headboard, spreading his legs and watching both of their wide eyes. 

Francine looked at her daughter's wet fingers, hypnotized by the smell and moisture gathered around them as she stroked Steve's cock. *FLASH* 

"Mother...I want to watch you suck Steve's cock before he fucks us both." Haley said, leaning in and kissing her mother with excitement. 

Francine gathered more courage and resolve, trying to control the situation as she held the base of his hard slab of meat as it teetered under its own top heaviness. 

"I can see you really want to. Take him in your mouth mother." Haley ordered as Francine looked over at Steve. His face was full of wonder and excitement seeing his Mom and his sister both talking about his hard cock as it lay exposed in front of both of them, his sister holding his sack as his mother stroked his shaft. He stayed quiet absorbing the scene.

"Can't you see that Steve needs you to do it Mother? Just taste him for me one time...just one time," Haley said. Francine feebly looked down at her son's cock and swallowed hard. 

"Pleaseeeee, just take him in your lips." Haley whispered. 

Steve grabbed his camera from his mother as his sister grabbed Francine's other hand, gently placing it on Steve's cock with her own hand. *FLASH* 

"He won't fuck me if you don't Mother." Haley pleaded as she looked up at her mother. 

Francine saw how excited Haley was. Her daughter's dark eyes shone with excitement and wonder, just like Steve's, and her chest rose and fell with her deep breathing. 

Francine's fingers slowly closed around Steve's hard cock as her body gave in completely to her internal desires. The pleasure from the contact ran through her and she began feeling the moisture building up between her legs. *FLASH*. 

Haley leaned over, tightly pressing her lips to her Mother's. *FLASH*

Francine stiffened up, sexual instincts taking over at the thought of her son watching her kiss her daughter. Haley's lips felt so soft, so sweet with a little taste of...of Steve! She could taste his cock on Haley's lips. 

Haley's tongue came out, licking her mother's lips, separating them apart. *FLASH* 

Suddenly Haley felt her tongue inside her mother's mouth. Her mother wouldn't stop her. As much as Francine should, she wouldn't stop her daughter from her risqué explorations. Her tongue begun exploring Francine's mouth as they stayed locked in an intimate kiss in front of Steve. *FLASH* 

"Oh shit!" he moaned. 

Haley brushed one of her mother's hands away and began stroking her brother's cock as she admired his enormous size. His dick was obviously very aroused, an angry red and oozing pre-cum from the swollen tip in a steady little trickle. Haley noticed that some of her lipstick had rubbed off on the sides of his cock. 

"Let's really get this hot party started Steve. Lay down." Haley said as she let go of him, stood up and walked around the bed so that she was on the opposite side of the bed from the cameras. 




American Mom Ch. 20



Having left Afghanistan in the cloak of darkness, an unmarked CIA Lear jet approached company headquarters in Virginia early Monday morning. 

Arriving home a full week early following his successful mission, Stan Smith was literally shaking at the thought of seeing his wife Francine now that they had entered a breathtakingly exciting new phase of their relationship. After twenty years of hiding behind a veil of sexual inhibition, last week she had revealed in a phone conversation that almost overnight she had morphed into a prototypical hot wife. No longer reserved sexually, she now fully embraced being desired by men and women, and loved the attention that her new openness brought. 

"So Stan, after all of those recent hot pictures you showed us of that sexy wife of yours, what kind of surprises do you think she has planned for your arrival?" Asked agent Dick Reynolds as the plane approached for a landing. 

"Yeah Stan, what's she got planned...and by the way, can I see that first picture of her again? You know the one where she was wearing the see through top." prodded agent Duper as the wheels of the plane set down on schedule at eight thirty a.m. 

As Stan handed his satellite phone to Duper he became preoccupied with a collecting his supplies for the flight. While he stuffed his magazines and headphones into his back pack, Duper took the opportunity to openly forward all of the photos of Francine from Stan's phone to his own. 

So much for a secure CIA phone. 

After landing and retrieving his satellite phone from Duper's sweaty hands, Stan beat a hasty retreat to his big black SUV parked at the side of the hanger and drove home at breakneck speed. He knew the kids would be gone and that he would have his newly hot wife to himself this morning. 

Meanwhile, back home at 1024 Cherry Street in Langley Falls, Francine Smith strolled confidently into the kitchen, the heels of her stunning white stilettos clacking against the tile floor as she excitedly anticipated her husband's pending arrival. Her entrance was greeted by a loud wolf whistle from Klaus the goldfish, perched on the top of his fishbowl on the kitchen island.

"Oh my; Klaus. I forgot you were in here." She lied as she brought her hands to her face in mock shock. Both palms lay flat on her cheeks, while her elbows pointed straight out to the sides, shoulder high. The effect achieved her desired purpose of putting her outfit fully on display for Klaus' visual enjoyment.

Klaus drank in the view of Francine, wearing yet another gift ensemble from the owners of the "Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store". This time she wore a long white robe that extended to her ankles and was opened generously on top to display lots of deep cleavage.

While not fully see through, the robe was very translucent. The sexy garment moved enough in the breeze as she walked to make out the very tiny G-string she was wearing. As she stood with her back to the morning sun shining brightly through the window, the outline of her strikingly curvaceous form was prominently revealed. 

Her bra was a matching white shelf bra, a style that in recent weeks had swiftly become her favorite. It was the type of support garment that really did nothing more than provide obscene foundation, seductively holding up her quivering breasts but covering nothing. The dark tint of her protruding nipples was somewhat visible through the semitransparent fabric of the robe.

"Oh...My...Gott Franzine! Is that a new robe Flittchen? You look so erotische!" Klaus said, his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

"English Klaus." She glowed, knowing a compliment when she heard one, regardless of any language barrier. "What's 'erotische'and 'Flittchen'?" she inquired, having a feeling she already knew the answer to the first one.

"Erotic..." he grinned deviously, "und Slut."

"Aw; aren't you both sweet and nasty. You're making me blush and excited." She smiled, bringing her hands down from her cheeks and walking towards his bowl. "Do you really like my new robe? I thought the design stitched on the collar was so beautiful." she smiled. 

The innocent look on her face belied her true intentions as she displayed the stitching for his inspection by gripping her left wrist at her belly button while squeezing her elbows inward. The action pushed her robe collar and her thinly cloaked breasts forward.

Klaus' eyes momentarily popped out of their sockets as he drank in the image of her pendulous breasts rocking towards his face. "Oh Gott! You are killing me with all of this constant teasing Franzine." 

"Oh, really? Well if you don't enjoy it, I'll just stop. I had a great treat for you today; something I've been planning for several days. But if you can't handle a little bit of innocent flirtatious teasing I'll just forget it." She finished, playfully covering her exposed cleavage.

"WHAT!! NO; WAIT!" Klaus implored the sexy wife. "You can tease me...You can tease me. What do you have in mind" He begged.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" she smiled, casually letting go of the collar to her robe, letting the materials cascade naturally to reveal an even more expansive area of her big breasts.

"Ja Frau. I can handle it. What is my surprise?"

Grabbing his fish bowl, Francine headed for the stairs. As she reached the steps Klaus reached out with his tiny fish fins and aggressively slung the collars of her robe open, revealing the entirety of her firm bouncing breasts.

"Naughty boy." Francine playfully scolded the diminutive German spy as he clung to the top of the bowl as the water splashed below him. His eyes bounced up and down mirroring the motion of her heaving breasts. "You know I can't cover back up while I'm climbing the stairs with your bowl in my hands. Right now you could really take advantage of me and do anything to me that you wanted...but you better hurry up before we get to the bedroom and I put your bowl down. I'm going to cover up then." 

Klaus saw the invitation in her eyes, and realized she could easily set the bowl down on the steps and retie her robe right now if she wanted to. He seized on the opportunity to leap out of his bowl, landing with a loud, wet *SLAP* on top of her big, rounded left boob. 

"Heir Bin Jetzt" (Here I go) he yelled with enthusiasm before grasping her meaty boob in both his flippers, leaning over and inhaling her already stiff nipple into his mouth, his cheeks sucking inward as he created a strong vacuum. Locked tightly on her nipple, his momentum carried him over the soft summit of her jiggling boob, leaving his one pound body hanging in front of her like a Remora from a shark.

"Oh my God!" Francine exclaimed, never expecting Klaus to have such a strong suction...or to go right to the meat of the matter. "Oh Klaus..." her emotions shifted pace as she acknowledged the pleasant sensations shooting through her nipple because of the suction and weight hanging from her nipple.

The sight of the beautiful blonde MILF walking down the hallway, her thick boobs bouncing freely while carrying a fish bowl as an oversized goldfish orally hanging from her stiff nipple was comical to say the least.

Abruptly, Klaus felt himself being pulled by the tail from Francine's hard nipple. "SMACK!" The sound of his lips being pried from her sexually charged flesh filled the air as his suction was broken from her skin. 

"What are we doing here?" he asked in confusion as he recognized that she had placed his bowl on the dresser in her bed room. He always slept in the hallway when he was upstairs.

"I know it's been frustrating for you, being in a goldfish body and all." She said softly as Klaus lowered his eyes in self-pity. "I also know you want this...really bad." She said as she stepped back and opened her robe to reveal her sexy body.

As Klaus gulped deeply, she continued. "I mean, who wouldn't want this?" she smiled charmingly. "If I can be honest with you Klaus; It makes me hot when you beg for me. And I love your personality." Klaus gulped a big swallow as she continued. "You hit me as being really kinky. I just dream wistfully about the stuff I imagine you would make me do for you. But I can't do a lot about that right now. Honestly, I'm not sure if I can ever do anything about that because I'm not sure you even have the right equipment. But I did think of a way for you to enjoy me vicariously."

Klaus looked up, hopefully.

"You just sit here, be quiet, and enjoy the show I put on for you in a bit." She said softly. "Be a good boy this time, and I promise more will follow. But if you make a single peep; a single audible gasp that I have to explain...no more shows...no more cheap peeks." She pulled her panties up taut into her pussy in a sexy wedgie. "Or anything else for you...got it?" 

"Yes Mam." He responded with a look of confusion, while in the background came the muffled sound of the garage door opening.

"SHIT! I've got to go Klaus. That's Stan's car pulling in the garage." She finished, running towards the stairs. "Remember...Not a peep." She called out over her shoulder.

Pulling up to his house at nine a.m. sharp, Stan leapt from his vehicle as the garage door closed. Before he could reach the door to the kitchen from the garage, Francine came strolling out. "Wow! Now THIS is what makes America great, and why I tourture...er uhm I mean interrogate all those clients. Hot Blondes are the American way." Stan exclaimed, drinking in the intoxicating image of her erotic lounging outfit. 

Francine walked closer and stood next to her husband as Stan reached out a hand and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her closer. His cock began to pound as he felt her sexy bare ass through the smooth silky fabric. "Did you buy this sexy little number just for me?" He asked rhetorically. Even as enthralled as he was at her appearance, he was positive she had planned this all for him.

"Well; not really. It was a gift...from some admirer's." She smiled, licking her lips seductively, turning and grinding her ass against his stiffness. The questioning look that filled his face disappeared as Francine grabbed his right hand from behind and brought it around to her right tit. 

"Oh; okay. But if it was a gift from someone...admirer's...at least you're wearing it just for me this morning; and you did your hair and makeup just for me." He smiled smugly as he pawed her hard nipple and leaned in to lick her neck below her left ear. 

"Well, you have been gone for a while, so one would think so, wouldn't one...but not really." She replied, continuing to grind her ass into his crotch and smiling again as Stan looked on bewildered. "You remember the toilet in our master bath that I have been begging you to fix for weeks?" 

"Yeeeees?" he responded questioningly. 

"Well, I called a plumber Friday and scheduled him to repair it and our kitchen sink today. He should be here any second. When the doorbell rings you might want to hide." She coyly replied, turning around and kissing him passionately. 

"WHAT? But...but I just got home." he complained as he pulled away, his voice rising. 

"You heard me." She replied with glee. "I thought you might like a little welcome home surprise present from the new me." She reached down and gripped his already stiff dick. "And by the feel of this, I was right." She grinned.

Just then the doorbell rang. *DING DONG* 

"You better go hide while I get the door dear." She said. 

"You're not really going to answer the door to a stranger dressed like that are you?" he asked in amazement. 

"Isn't that what you said you wanted the other night when we talked on the phone?" She asked as she headed toward the door. "Hide!" She called out again softly as Stan followed her up the hall. 

The hall closet had ventilation slats on the door that would give him a clear view of the interior of the first floor, from the front door all the way to the kitchen. He got in the closet and pulled the door shut as Francine went to the front door. 

*DING DONG* The doorbell rang again before she could open it. "Coming!" she called out as she adjusted the opening in the top of her robe for maximum exposure.

As she pulled the door open, there stood a Hispanic man in his mid-twenties, scruffy yet good-looking in a rough sort of way, wearing jeans and an "All Day Plumbing" company shirt. 

His appearance; even his very ethnicity would have frightened Francine Smith out of her wits a few weeks ago. Today was a different story. His dark brown skin and black hair combined with the taboo aspect of her husband watching from his hiding spot in the closet pushed her level of excitement into overdrive. 

"Oh I'm so sorry Mam." Responded the startled plumber. His eyes had nearly popped from his head when he saw Francine in her robe. 

"Jesus Christ." Stan muttered under his breath to avoid being heard. "She's going to give this guy a heart attack.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I must just look a mess." Francine said, tussling with her hair, as if that was the only thing askew about her appearance at the moment. "I thought you were my friend Lois. I just got out of bed and grabbed the first thing I found and ran to the door." 

"Uhh...ok...HI. My name is Alejandro. Did you call for a plumber?" the young guy asked with a thick accent, eyeballing Francine's hard nipples embossed against her filmy robe. 

"I'm so sorry; I forgot all about scheduling you to come this morning. But yes; my faucet in the kitchen is dripping and driving me nuts; and the toilet upstairs is not flushing." She said. 

"I can come back later if this is an inconvenient time for you." He said. 

"Oh no, please come in Alejandro. I really need it...fixed, that is." Francine responded with a giggle, stepping back so he could walk in.

As he stepped into the entry, Francine turned to walk down the hall. "Follow me. The kitchen is right over here." She said as she looked towards Stan's shadow in the closet slats. 

The plumber dutifully followed her as she strolled to the kitchen. He intently watched as her robe billowed in the breeze from her exaggerated stride, her tits undulating wildly in her open bra under her robe.

"Damn if she doesn't look fine in that outfit." Stan said softly, trying to assure himself with a soft soothing tone as he pressed his palm against his crotch to relive the building tightness. "But I just don't know if I can go through with this now." He finished.

Just at that moment. Two ominous looking eyes and ferocious fangs lit up on the other side of the dark hall closet. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Stan.

"What was that?" asked the plumber, frightened by the high piercing shriek.

"Just some kids playing around outside I think." Responded Francine dismissively as they arrived in the kitchen. "Here it is." she said stopping at the sink. She turned with a smile, as she caught him looking over her body. "See? It just will not stop dripping." She showed him as she tried moving the handle back and forth. 

"Looks like it just needs some new washers. I will have to turn the water off from under the sink to start." He replied.

"Oh it is such a mess under there. Let me clear a few things out first." Francine answered as she bent over at her waist and opened the cabinet door. 

The plumber was distracted from the scream as any man would be, by the view through her robe of the thin string that ran between her ass cheeks, he adjusted his cock in his pants and admired the view while Francine was bent over. 

In the closet Stan confronted the demon.

He pulled his gun and was preparing to fire when Roger the Alien stepped from the shadows, dressed in a Dracula costume, complete with glow in the dark fangs. "Roger! You ass! What are you doing in here?" Stan hoarsely asked. 

"Obviously trying on my Halloween costume." He replied dismissively.

"Halloween costume? You idiot, it's only June. You have five months before Halloween."

"So I should wait until the last minute to get my costume? Maybe you don't mind going as Raggedy Andy or as the Sexy Nurse every year Stan because that is all the stores have left in October, but I prefer to prepare early so I can have a unique costume." Roger paused for a moment for effect before continuing.

"What are you doing in here? I thought you just got home a little while ago. Figured you'd be jumping the bones on that hot wife of yours after being gone all of this time. I know I did."

Roger and Stan looked at each other menacingly before Roger continued, trying to cover his tracks. "Know I would Stan; WOULD." He emphasized. 

"I thought I was going to Roger. But then she tricked me."

"How so Stan?"

"She's out there right now flirting with that Mexican plumber. I thought I would be plowing her by now, and she's out there being all hot and teasing him."

"And you aren't enjoying this Stan?" Roger asked sincerely. "Because I thought you talked with Dr. Penguin about stuff just like this. I thought you discussed how every time you hear the word Legerdemain..." Stan froze in place, sweat forming on his upper lip, falling into a trance as he continued to listen to Roger. "...you will release Francine's inner slut for your enjoyment, and that you will be proud and turned on to have other men and women find her sexually attractive."

The alien and man stood, both staring blankly at each other until Roger snapped his fingers. "Stan. Earth to Stan."

At that point Stan began to mumble. "I will release Francine's inner slut for my enjoyment...proud to have other men and women find her sexually attractive...my enjoyment...my slut wife...turned on by my slut wife."

"Now you've got it Stan. All better now." He smiled, slapping Stan on his back and knocking him back into consciousness.

"Uh...yeah...yeah...all better now. Gonna enjoy my hot wife's slutty show." He smiled.

"Good boy Stan; good boy. Enjoy watching that slut wife of yours; she's quite the performer." Roger paused for a second before continuing. "Oh, and Stan; I DID plow that...Weeks ago...She was magnificent." 

Stan stood with a goofy smile on his face staring straight forward. Roger watched intently as Stan's boner increased two times in size.

"Well, my work here is done for the day. I'm off to the races." He said as he ducked back into the darkness and quickly reappeared dressed in Jockey silks before swiftly ducking through a hidden door in the closet.

Stan shook his head to clear his senses and peered through the slats of the closet door peering towards the kitchen. He slowly got a shit eating grin as he watched Francine remove some items from under the cabinet and stand back up. Stan could see her eyes were diverted to the plumber's crotch before she moved aside so he could get to work. 

As the plumber sat on the floor in front of the open cabinet and leaned his head back under the cabinet opening to turn off the water, Francine moved a little closer to him. 

He came back out from under the cabinet to find Francine standing well within his personal space. He looked up and swallowed hard. He was getting a close up view of her panty clad pussy through the opening in her robe, and could clearly make out that the panties were wedged between wet lips. Francine backed off a little as he stood up.

"Do you think you can fix it?" She asked with concern. 

"Not a problem. Should have you fixed up shortly." He said as he reached in his tool pouch for a screwdriver. 

"I have been after my husband to fix this but he is always out of town and never has time. I'm not sure he could fix it anyway to be truthful with you." She laughed.

"Can't fix it? What the fuck..." Stan mumbled from his hiding spot, feeling underappreciated at the moment, even if excited. 

"Is your husband out of town now?" The plumber asked, while working on the faucet. 

"Yes, as usual." She replied, looking towards the hall closet.




American Mom Ch. 20



"Sorry to have woke you up today." He replied. 

"Oh I needed to get up anyway." She said. 

"Most women I have known don't get up looking as beautiful as you look right now." He said. 

"Well thank you." She sincerely smiled as he continued to work on the faucet while checking her out. As they continued flirting he would turn to look at her and scan her body through her filmy robe. 

Meanwhile, in the closet, Stan's cock was rock hard. He took it out and began stroking it. He knew Francine would be ready to really fuck as soon as she was done with the plumber.

The plumber turned and looked at Francine again, "I'll be right back. I need to get the right washers from my truck." As he headed for the door and walked out of the house Francine came to Stan's hiding place in the closet and opened the door. 

"How do you like my little show so far? I think maybe both of you gentlemen are enjoying my performance. His cock is really hard, just like yours." She laughed as she stared at Stan's stiff dick sticking out of his underwear. As they heard the plumber shut the door to his truck, Francine closed the closet door and hurried back into the kitchen.

"Would you like a cup of coffee; or maybe a latte?" Francine asked when the plumber walked back in the room. 

"Coffee would be great. None of that sissy stuff for me." He replied, as he worked on the faucet. 

"I figured you were a real man. No sweet stuff for you. I bet you want it black, with no cream or sugar either." 

"Black is just fine with me." She turned and he averted his eyes back to the faucet. Francine grinned as she strolled to the cupboard and opened it while the plumber watched as she poured coffee in the cup from the coffee maker. 

Walking over next to him, she stood to his left, invading his personal space as she sat the coffee cup next to the sink. He turned and looked down at her cleavage and partially exposed tits. 

"Thank you." He said as he put the new washers on. 

"This is so interesting." She said softly, putting her right hand on his left shoulder. "Do you mind if I watch?" she smiled, leaving her hand on his shoulder as he silently nodded his agreement.He finished assembling the knob on the faucet while Francine stood next to him watching. 

"Alright, I'll turn the water back on and hopefully your drip will be fixed." He sat back down on the floor, unable to resist the temptation to look under Francine's robe one last time before ducking his head under the sink. Francine just stood, looking out the window and grinning with satisfaction at her acting performance as he leaned back under the sink and turned on the water.

Stan began stroking more quickly when he saw Francine inch closer to the cabinet. 'Her robe looks amazing in the light from the window.' Stan marveled to himself. The bright light rendered the translucent material transparent. As she turned to the side he could make out the outline of her nipple beneath the material as if she were wearing nothing at all.

As Francine leaned against the cabinet and stared out the window over the kitchen sink, the plumber stood up and moved closer to the sink to test the faucet. Francine had moved so close that his left hip was brushing against her plump bubble butt.

As she turned her head to face him, He looked down at her exposed cleavage once again and then turned the knob to let the water flow before shutting it off. 

"No drips. Looks like you are good to go." He said. 

"That is wonderful." Francine exclaimed. "You are so talented. Can you fix the toilet now?" she asked, batting her eyes at her new admirer. 

"Absolutely." he replied. "Just let me get some more parts from the truck."

As he walked out the front door Francine opened the closet door to reveal her husband staring at her while stroking his throbbing cock meat. "You better get upstairs into my walk-in closet if you want to watch the rest of this show." She smiled with a flirtatious expression on her face and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the stairs, his cock waving wildly in the air. 

As he turned and ran up the stairs he heard Francine call out "STAN!" in an urgent, yet hushed tone. He froze and looked over his left shoulder. 

"Any special requests?" she smiled deviously, her hands on her hips as she rocked her shoulders, the motion rolling her big breasts seductively under the loose top of her robe.

Stan froze for a moment. 'I don't know if I have the nerve or not.' He told himself as he observed his sexy wife standing at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at him in hopeful anticipation of his response. 

"Loosen the robe some more." He called out softly, unable to muster the courage to say what he really wanted. 

Francine's trembling hands gripped the top edges of her racy robe and let the filmy material loosen and hang by gravity. The net effect was to put all of the flesh of her cleavage on display along with a good portion of her breasts. A two inch wide section of the center of her bra would float in and out of view with the movement of the robe.

As Francine began to feel a degree of disappointment at her husband's halfhearted attempt at pushing the envelope, Stan took another step up the stairs before stopping once more, this time not turning his head around. 

"Francine." He called out, attracting her attention once more. "That's not really what I wanted to request." He said, trying to work up his courage. "This may be now or never Francine. Remember last Monday you asked me how would I feel if you told me you wanted to do more than just fantasize?" 

"I remember." She responded breathlessly, her chest heaving from the rush of adrenaline she felt in anticipation of his next words. 

"I think I'm ready to watch you take the next step Francine. Just don't make the son of a bitch fall in love with you. I'd hate to have to erase him." He finished as he raced up the stairs to their bedroom.

Francine's heart was beating so hard in excitement that she was beginning to get a little light headed. Just as Stan cleared the hallway upstairs the plumber reentered the house, drawing Francine's attention towards the front door. 

"All ready to go upstairs?" she nervously smiled, trying to remain calm and in charge even as his stare assured her that he had noticed her robe now being a little less form fitting.

Stan rushed to Francine's walk-in closet, leaving a trail of papers flying as he passed the dresser in the bedroom where Francine had placed Klaus' fishbowl. A few seconds after he shut the closet door, the door slowly reopened and Stan peered out, staring menacingly towards the fish bowl.

Inside the bowl was a tiny set of window curtains. The curtains appeared to be bulging in the center, oddly resembling the form of an oversized goldfish. Stan remained quiet as the center section of the curtains opened, revealing Klaus' fish eye, blinking every few seconds.

Stan became enraged and could not help himself as he called out in an angry, hushed tone. "Klaus! What the fuck are you doing in here? You're never in here. You always stay in the damn kitchen or hallway." 

Klaus yanked open the underwater curtains and yelled back in an equally frenetic, yet hushed tone. "Fuck you Stan Smith. Francine brought me in here and told me that as long as I stayed quiet I'd get to enjoy her sexy ass vicariously...and that's what I'm going to do; So FUCK YOU Stan." He yelled in a hush, flipping Stan off with his flipper as best he could.

As Klaus began to close his curtains, he did a double take. "Vat the hell are you doink hidink in zee closet? I thought she was going to let me watch as you ficket her?"

"What? Ficket her?" asked Stan.

"Fuck her, God Damn it. FUCK HER!" yelled Klaus. 

Stan stood in his wife's walk-in closet, trying to control both his anger and his labored breathing as he prepared to respond to Klaus when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 

"Just shut the fuck up so we can all enjoy the show." Stan spat. "I'll explain it all later." He said as he shut the closet door. Klaus followed the example and closed his water logged curtains.

"Right in here." They both heard Francine's muffled voice becoming clearer as she entered the bedroom, her stilettos clacking on the bathroom tile. First his sexy wife and then the Mexican plumber walked within inches of where Stan peered through the downward facing closet door slats.

"So what wrong with the commode?" the plumber asked Francine as she leaned back against the bathroom vanity, giving her hidden husband and goldfish a front row seat to the action. 

"The tank won't fill back up." She remarked as she leaned over and flipped the commode handle. As she did, her breasts swung freely in her robe. 

"No biggie." He replied as he sat down on the commode seat lid facing the tank and began tinkering inside. 

As the plumber worked away Stan noticed a huge stack of folded negligees at least three or four feet high sitting on the vanity with price tags attached. There were also eight or so pairs of tall heels, most of which looked like they were appropriate for a strip club dancer, sitting on the floor. Unknown to Stan, the stack comprised the bulk of the gifts from Francine's friends at the "Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store". 

Lying next to the pile of clothes was the sales rep booklet they had also given Francine. The booklet featured all of the outfits that the owners of the bookstore had thrown into the deal, plus a few more.

Ignorant to the fact these were gifts, Stan thought for a second about the money she must have spent of the various sheer article of clothing before he came to his senses and his attention was drawn back to his hot wife. 

The plumber noticed the stack of clothes and shoes as well. "Wow that is a lot of nice lingerie. Are you in sales or something?" he asked. 

Francine hesitated for a moment before responding. "Uh...sure...that's it...I'm an in-home intimate apparel sales rep." 

"So, you do like negligee parties." 

"That's right...I sell to housewives at parties." She replied as he continued. 

"I could tell. That looks like a really high end robe and intimate set you're wearing. I thought you might be a model of some kind...you know...since most women wouldn't have the body or the confidence to wear something that amazing in front of a stranger." 

"You are too kind. I wear stuff like this around the house all of the time these days." She replied honestly as she looked over knowingly at her husband's hiding place. 

The Plumber stood up and pulled a pad from his back pocket and began to write up a ticket. "Looks like one hundred and twenty dollars should cover it." He said as he turned to her again. 

"What does this say you repaired?" she smirked, taken off guard by the technical name of the parts. "I repaired your ballcock mam. That's the name of the valve that fills your commode tank." He finished. 

"Okay..." she laughed, "Everyone needs a good ball cock I suppose. Let me get my purse."

Francine walked to her bedroom gathered her purse. As she fumbled through the designer bag the plumber watched her from behind. 

"Oh my! I seem to only have fifty dollars on me." Francine said, ignoring her check book and credit cards.

'How did I know that was coming?' Stan stood there thinking. 

"Can you bill me for the remainder of it?" She asked. 

"I'm sorry we don't bill mam. It is payment upon completion of the work. Strict company policy." He replied.

Francine walked over to him and reached out to touch his arm with a pitiful look on her face. "Surely you can make an exception this one time." She delightfully begged. 

"Maybe we could work out a trade for the seventy dollars and I'll cover you for it." He said looking into her eyes. "I could use some of the lingerie you sell as a present for my girlfriend. Maybe we could use an item or two as barter?" 

Francine stepped back and smiled seductively. "That might work. How about you take a seat on the bed and I'll lay everything out for you to choose from?" 

As the plumber stood in her bedroom, Francine began walking back and forth from the bathroom to her bedroom, carrying outfits. Every time she passed Stan in his hiding place she would mumble under her breath so only he could hear her. "Are you rubbing that hard cock, wondering what I am about to do?" "I can't wait to hold his big brown dick in my hands." Her final message caused his knees to buckle momentarily. "Be sure to turn the flash off on your phone if you want to take some pictures...to show your friends."

Laying out the various pieces of intimate apparel and their matching shoes into sets on the bed, Francine addressed her new admirer. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to see?" she asked as she sat on the edge of her bed, her translucent robe opening to reveal her firm legs. 

From his vantage point on the dresser, Klaus began waving his flipper wildly in the air. Francine looked at him with annoyance and walked over to the dresser. "Knock it off Klaus." She whispered, hoping the plumber's attention was occupied by the order guide. "Don't you think this guy realizes that fish don't wave their damn fins like kid raising a hand in class? What the hell do you want?"

"I just thought I would make a request." He smiled deviously, feeling like he had the upper hand at last. "I thought it would be nice if you model the outfit you wore into little Stevie's room the other night. You know, the cup-less little black number...no panties...that you were carrying in your hand later as you strolled oh so sexily...und naked down the hall ...with cum all over your face."

Klaus could barely contain himself, until Francine pulled out a shawl from her closet. "I thought I told you; not a peep." She said as she covered his bowl.

Klaus sat dejectedly in the darkness of his fish bowl, realizing he had probably gone over the line, when suddenly the darkness was lifted and Francine's head appeared above the bowl opening.

"So you saw that, did you?"

Klaus sat in fear of where this was going to lead, praying she was not going to flush him down the toilet.

"Maybe if you cooperate and SHUT THE FUCK UP..." she whispered close to the water with meaning. "Then and only then I'll wear that outfit for you some time." She finished, dropping the covering one last time. 

When Francine sat back down on the bed Alejandro scooted next to her and pointed randomly to an open page in the catalog. The picture showed a stunning young blonde wearing a lacy red bra, a matching thong and garter belt and sheer red stockings. Her nipples were obvious through the bra and the rear shot of her ass left nothing to the imagination. 

"Do you have this one?" He asked excitedly. 

"Uhhmm...let's see..." Francine turned and looked over her 'inventory'. "Yes! I do have that set," Francine gushed. "That's a very popular set." She reached into the pile on the bed and brought out some skimpy bits of ruby lace. 

"Oh dear...there might be a problem." She said, standing up with a thoughtful look of on her face. "I only have one size of everything. It was all given to me specifically for me to wear. What size is your girlfriend?" Francine asked, throwing the young man an unexpected curve ball. 

"Um, I think she's the exact same size as you," he lied, nodding to her substantial bosom. Francine looked at him with amusement. 

"Well isn't that fortunate." She laughed as she threw back her shoulders, forcing up her breasts. "Are you sure she is about the same height and shape as me? I find that most women with a waist my size have much smaller breasts; and most women with breasts my size are usually really, really fat." 

Alejandro groaned under his breath as he openly stared at her chest, deciding she did have a very unique figure. He decided to push things further. "Well, it's really difficult to tell while you are wearing that robe lady."

"OK. We will just assume she's a size 38DD like me for now. It wont be my fault if the rest of the cloting is too big or small for her." She said, teasing him. "If you take the full set of bra, panties and garter belt, I can throw in a set of stockings also." Francine offered, trying to get into the part of being a sales rep. 

"Hmm, I'm not sure. It's really difficult to tell what it will look like on her." 

Francine paused for effect. "Well I suppose that since she and I are the same build, I could model them for you." she suggested with confidence. 

"Oh, that would be great!" Alejandro enthused. 

"OK." She replied bubbly. "You stay right here and I will change." Francine said as she stood. 

"OK then...I'll wait here." he said.

As Stan and Alejandro each separately waited impatiently, Francine strolled to her bathroom, closed the door, and prepared for her debut as a teasing fuck toy for another man in front of her husband. 

"I'm ready." She called out a few minutes later. Each man forced himself to take some deep slow breaths in anticipation of her appearance. 

Stan almost swore out loud as his wife confidently paraded past his hiding place and into the bedroom. He began silently snapping off photos with his cell phone as his own wife stood in front of another man while dressed like a complete slut. *CLICK* 

The deep ruby hue of the lingerie set showed Francine's body off perfectly. Stan hadn't appreciated until recently just how fabulous her breasts were. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the intricate bra and he thought he could see a dark slit in between her legs through her g-string. She was wearing a pair of black high-heels which emphasized the fabulous length of her stocking clad legs. *CLICK* 

The garter belt was tiny and the straps cut delicately into her thighs. 

"What do you think Alejandro? Would this look as good on your girlfriend as it does on me?" Francine asked with double meaning, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to be standing in front of a strange man dressed like a stripper while her husband hid in her closet. *CLICK*

Alejandro forced himself to speak slowly. "Yes, that's really nice. Can I have a closer look?" 

"Sure," Francine replied enthusiastically. The bra has got fantastic built-in support. It's really comfortable. And the whole set is 100% silk. The cups feel wonderful on my skin." She said, sounding like a professional lingerie sales lady. 

'Wow, I AM a really great actress; just like Steve says I am. That sounded as if I was speaking directly from a script.' She told herself proudly as she stood in front of where the plumber was sitting, the sheer panties covering her crotch only a foot from his face. *CLICK* 

"It does look great, I have to say," he managed to get out nervously.

"See how the panties are hand stitched at the waist, even in the back, for the upmost quality." Francine said as she slowly turned to give him a view of her incredibly exposed peach shape ass. The red panty string disappeared between the top of her bulging buttocks giving him an uninterrupted view of her creamy smooth ass. To help with the "sale" Francine flexed her butt, which was already accentuated by her tall heels. *CLICK* 

The plumber rubbed his erection a couple of times before strategically placing a pillow on his lap as she turned back around. *CLICK*

"Well? Can I put you down for a set?" Francine turned and smiled down at him over her remarkable breasts. 

Alejandro's mind spun as he thought about how to take things further. "Are you sure that it's nice and smooth. My wife has very delicate skin." 

"Oh, yes. It's lovely and very cool to the touch." she replied, looking down at her breasts. Alejandro's eyes followed hers, stopping at her thick nipples pressing against her bra. She wasn't sure if her nipple were so hard from the coolness of the silk caressing them, or from her excitement. 




American Mom Ch. 20



"Can I feel?" Alejandro asked, trying to keep his voice relaxed. 

"Sure." Francine replied, unsurprised at the request as she took both hands and gripped her left wrist behind her back. The position offered her breasts to his inspection without any hindrance.

Alejandro stood up and reached for her breasts. At first he palmed and rubbed both big breasts gently in his hands. "The outside is very smooth." He said, feeling the thrilling rise and fall of her excited breasts caused by her labored breathing.

"But I am concerned about the inside of the bra irritating her nipples. May I?" he asked with a studious look. Francine nodded yes with a friendly yet submissive look.

Alejandro slid his index and middle fingers of each hand down behind the top of the bra cups and felt the front of the material with his thumbs. "Oh, yes very nice," he said as he pushed his fingers into the low-cut bra a little further until he could feel the tops of her nipples with the backs of his fingers. He couldn't believe how smooth and velvety her bosom felt. 

For his part, Stan became increasingly less comfortable...in his pants. He silently undid his belt and zipper before dropping his trousers to his ankles.

"What about the panties?" Alejandro asked. As Francine pushed her hips forward slightly to allow him access Stan pulled his underwear over his raging erection and dropped his underwear to his ankles where they joined his trousers. *CLICK*

The plumber slid his right hand down the front of her thong allowing the back of his fingers to gently rub across her smooth pussy lips. 'Shaved' he thought to himself. 

"Nice isn't it, Alejandro?" Francine asked as though she was naive to his intentions as he felt up her crotch with one hand and, by chance of course, brushed his fingers over her right nipple with his other. "Oh yes," Alejandro moaned

After a minute, Alejandro changed to a different plan of attack. "You said that the bra has got good support, but it looks to me like your breasts are very firm and don't need that much help. It's really difficult to judge just how supportive the bra is without being able to compare your breasts with and without the bra." He smiled. 

"I suppose I could just let you have a quick look to compare mine to your girlfriend's." 

"Great," Alejandro smiled. "It would really help me decide if it is right for her." Not realizing who was playing who, he couldn't believe she was going to swallow his story as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. As she did so, her breasts surged forward with not much sag at all. She pulled the bra off completely, leaving Alejandro breathless with desire as he stared at her big rack. *CLICK*

As he'd suspected, based on their appearance Francine tanned topless. Her nipples were dark and perfect. 

"I promise you that this bra provides fantastic support for breasts as large as mine and your girlfriend's." she said as she placed her hands back on her hips and rocked her shoulders softly from side to side, sending tremors through her breasts. *CLICK* *CLICK* 

With such a temptation staring him in the face, the young plumber couldn't resist. He reached out and took hold of one breast in each hand, as if weighing them to judge their firmness. 

"Hmmm..." Francine was startled but decided to allow him to have his fun. She even went so far as to smile and thrust her big tits gently forward further into his hands. *CLICK* 

Alejandro did his best to continue the deception. "Yes, as I suspected you have great big tits just like my girlfriend. It's a beautiful bra and it does seem to give the support her boobs will actually need," he said as he continued to squeeze her astonishing breasts. 

"Oh, I am really comfortable in this bra; although I rarely wear a full cup bra these days." Francine gasped slightly without protest as Alejandro pinched her nipples to stiffness while she slid her hands further around her waist to grasp her buttocks. *CLICK*

After a few minutes Francine started to reach for the bra to put it back on, but Alejandro took it away from her. He acted as if he needed a closer inspection. "OK," he said, "you've convinced me. I'll take the set...for forty dollars credit." 

"Oh, fantastic!" Francine breasts bounced delightfully as she clapped her hands girlishly, forgetting that she was not a sales rep. 

"OK...what else can you show me?" he asked once she was finished. "Do you have any accessories Francine?" he continued inquisitively. 

"Accessories?" she replied. 

"You know...lotions, lubricants...toys!" 

"Um...Sure...I have those. I don't have any "new" products that I could let you take today, but I do have plenty of samples." she said. 

"Really? Great! Juanita, that's my girlfriend's name, asked me specially to get her some sexy accessories the other day. What have you got?" 

Francine bent over and pulled open her bedside table and began pulling out her various dildos, vibrators and lotions. 

"Have you got anything for men to use?" he asked, snatching up a bottle from the collection of lotions to have a closer look at it. "Erecto-sure?"

"Um...yes... Let me show you this great new product." She took the tube of cream from Alejandro's hand. 

"Yes, it's an natural salve that not only guarantees a sure long-lasting erection but it also accelerates post-climactic recovery and increases both sensitivity and the volume of cum." she read from the packaging. "It's a bit like Cialis but with added benefits and no side-effects or artificial ingredients...and it has a great taste and is completely edible too."

"Really?" Alejandro asked. "Well if it does all of that I'll take a few tubes. But how can I be sure it really works?" 

She looked up at Alejandro who was reading the fine print on the tube of cream. Francine felt a wave of attraction for him as she drank in his dark eyes and skin. 

"Would you like to try it out?" she smiled. 

Alejandro's eyes quickly shot up to meet hers.

"I could rub some on your penis for you; just to show you how it works?" she asked. "That way we can be sure that you can experience how well the cream works as if your girlfriend were here with you. You could even close your eyes and pretend I'm her if that helps." 

"Sure...but I don't think I'm going to need to close my eyes." He replied quickly.

Francine gave a huge smile and knelt down between his legs while she reached up to unzip him. She pulled out his dick and lightly stroked it up and down, noting that he was of average size. Not as large as Steve, but certainly as large as Stan. 

She took the cream from him and applied a generous portion before rubbing it into his cock and balls with long firm strokes. 

"How does that feel?" she asked looking up at him with her big eyes, the tips of her stiff nipples brushing his knees. *CLICK*

"OK," Alejandro said, doing his best to not swear. He thanked goodness that he'd jacked off that morning otherwise he would already have exploded over her face. "I can't believe this is fucking happening." 

"Oh, it's happening." She smirked obscenely as she slowly and dreamily masturbated him in her right hand while her left hand fondled his balls. "Oh look; its working already." she breathed heavily. "It's gotten so much longer now. You're so big Alejandro." she lied, eager to make him feel good. "Why don't you just lie back and pretend I'm your girlfriend?" *CLICK*

He could feel the tickle of her breath over his scrotum. Alejandro decided to try and raise the stakes. "I'm sorry, I can't." 

Francine's eyes widened. "Why not?" she asked skeptically. "Doesn't it feel nice?" 

"Oh it feels very great. It's just that Juanita never jacks me off. She always uses her mouth." 

"Her mouth?" Francine repeated with a smirk. 

"Yes, she loves to give me oral sex. So it's really difficult to compare." He didn't finish the sentence. 

"Uhhhhhmmmm...Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm is I used my mouth on this pretty cock of yours." She replied as she leaned in and kissed the head of his dick before drawing back. It smelled slightly musty. The cream hadn't improved the aroma or flavor in any way. But she had to pretend she loved it. She had to make the whole experience fantastic for him as well as Stan. 

'Work him over good Francine. Put on a great show for Stan.' she said to herself. 

Alejandro sighed in unqualified pleasure as Francine leaned forward and licked his cock. *CLICK* She alternated between slurping on his balls, licking his shaft, *CLICK* sucking his glans and bobbing her head up and down his entire length. *CLICK* He knew he wasn't very well endowed man, but he was impressed with the way she managed to swallow him whole. *CLICK* 

For the next half an hour she sucked him like a professional, bringing him to the brink of climax several times, before calming him down and starting again, while her husband looked on excitedly from his hiding place. *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK*

"Please, Mam," he groaned. "I need to cum," he pleaded as she brought him to the brink once more. 

She'd done her absolute best to give him the blowjob of his life. She nodded around a mouthful of his cock and was just about to pull back and finish him off over her tits when he spoke up.

"Please don't swallow my cum yet. I want to see in your mouth how much cum I produce...so I can tell if the cream works." As he started to buck and squirt into her mouth she held it there while mouthing him slowly to completion until his shudders had totally subsided.

His jism tasted very salty but she dutifully opened her mouth to show that it was full of spunk. *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* 

"Wow. That really is a big mouthful of cum. Ok you can swallow it now," he ordered. Francine gulped it down her throat. *CLICK* 

"Mmm. That was delicious," she smiled, still eager to please. "How was that for you? You certainly showed lots of stamina. Did it feel good?" 

"Lady, I can honestly say that was the best blowjob I've ever had. Thanks. That cream really does work!" he added just to keep the game going. "But we haven't tested out how quickly I can recover. Usually I wouldn't be able to get hard again for an hour after such a big orgasm. Why don't you use your mouth on me again to see how quickly I can get hard?" 

Francine's smile reappeared as she bent her head down and began to suck him hard. Alejandro stroked her head as she bobbed on him, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he was aroused again. He decided to see what else was in her pile of "accessories".

As he began rummaging through the contents, he felt Francine moan around his cock as she saw what he was doing. He pushed her head down. "Don't worry. I'm just seeing what else I'd like to take in trade."

Francine sighed as she kept sliding her mouth up and down. 'Maybe that cream really does work.' She thought to herself. 'Stan never has any luck with it."

"These look interesting," he said to Francine as he pulled out two devices from the pile. "I'd like to get a vibrator for Juanita. Which one would you recommend?" 

Francine looked up and continued stroking him with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other as she answered. "Oh, yes. Those are two of our most popular rechargeable vibrators. The flat one is a Flutterer. It's designed for clit stimulation. The long one is a Big Boy Toy. Although it can be used externally, it's also fantastic for penetration." 

"Have you tried either of them?" 

"Well, yeah!" she said with enthusiasm. "They're mine after all." 

"I'd like to see which one makes you the most aroused," he said, holding out both too her.

"Oh really?" she smiled. "Sounds like a challenge." Francine was hugely aroused already. Perhaps it wasn't rational for most women, but she was hugely turned on at the thought of this stranger watching her pleasure herself with a sex toy while her husband watched from the closet. 

She lay back and turned on the Flutterer. She was conscious that Alejandro's face was inches away from her pussy as she started to rub the flat and wide stimulator gently over her clit. 

It wasn't long before she started moaning as the Flutterer did its work. It really did feel fabulous on her lips and on the hood of her clit. She began to rub it rhythmically up and down the top of her pussy.

Alejandro was entranced. He'd never seen a woman masturbate in real life before and Francine was a stunningly beautiful woman. He decided to get a little more involved. 

Francine's eyes shot open as she felt something hard nudging at the opening of her cunt. She looked down to see Alejandro's broad grin as he began to push the Big Boy inside her. "I thought maybe they would work well together. I could always take both of them in trade." he said as he turned it on. 

"Fuck!" screamed Francine as virtually the entire length slid into her overly stimulated pussy. When he turned it on seconds later she convulsed immediately in spontaneous orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she whimpered as Alejandro began to push it steadily in and out of her. 

Over the next twenty minutes, Francine came countless times. The combination of the two vibrators was just too much to withstand. She relaxed her body as Alejandro finally slid the Big Boy out after another shattering climax. "Oh, wow. That was amazing." She looked down to find Alejandro, kneeling between her legs and now holding a full erection. "Uhmmm. You got hard again!" she purred. 

"Yes." Alejandro said as he pushed his hips forward. His cock sliding into her pussy smoothly. 

"Alejandro!" she exclaimed as he pushed her knees up to her shoulders and began to pump her with confidence. 

"Your cunt feels so good." He called out as she began lifting her hips up in time to meet his thrusts. 

"Oh yes, Alejandro. Fuck me, you nasty bastard. Give it to me hard," she moaned doing her best to excite him and her husband further.

Alejandro didn't really care what she was saying. All that mattered was that he was fucking a truly gorgeous woman for the first time in his life. His girlfriend had been a ruse the entire time.

After another few minutes of grinding, groaning and ineffectual acting, Alejandro decided that he'd like to try a different position. 

"Let's try you on top. Juanita loves that." He lied.

"OK," Francine said happily. She had become a bit uncomfortable with her knees pinned to her shoulders. With her being on top, she could regain some control. He lay back and Francine swung one of her long legs over before slowly lowering herself down on his stubby cock. "Oh that's nice, Alejandro. Go ahead...play with my tits," she urged. As he fondled her enormous chest, she ground her hips up and down. 

All too soon for Francine he began to spurt what seems like gallons of spunk into her, before she collapsed on him. Francine lay there until she felt his shriveled cock slip from her pussy.

Alejandro was utterly exhausted as well as utterly elated. All his fantasies had just come true. Francine was standing in front of him, still in nothing but her red stockings and garters. Her breasts were heaving as she breathed in and out, worn out after her exertion. Her nipples were an angry red from his tweaking, biting and sucking. Cum was leaking out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs and her makeup was smeared. 

"Francine, can I just say how wonderful you've been. You're a very beautiful woman and I feel truly honored that you've been so practical in your product demonstrations," he said as he reached out and gave her breasts a final grope. Francine blushed slightly. "Oh, thanks. I mean it really was no trouble at all." she fibbed.

Alejandro reached up and gave her a kiss on her soft lips before reaching around to cup her buttocks and squeeze. Francine automatically kissed him back, and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue into her mouth. His breath smelt unpleasant and his hands were rough on her smooth ass; but she held back as she didn't want to offend him.

Alejandro dressed and tore off a copy of the invoice for Francine that stated "Paid In Full" across the top. He handed it to her, along with a card, "If you need any more work done on your pipes, please give me a call." 

"Oh I sure will. You did a great job." She smiled. 

He headed for the door and Francine followed him. As he turned the knob he turned one more time to look at her body. "Are you sure you don't need any more work done while I'm here?" he asked. 

"Nope, I think we're good." He turned and walked out the door and Francine shut it behind him.

She ran up the stairs, entering her bedroom just as Stan came out of the closet with his hard cock still out of his shorts. 

"So? Did you like your wife's little show as much as you thought you would Stan?" Francine said as she ran over to him, dropping to her knees, and sucking his cock into her mouth. 

"Hold on...one second." Stan interrupted her before she could get into a rhythm. Francine watched, stunned as Stan ran to the dresser and pulled Francine's shawl from its place covering Klaus' fish bowl.

'I thought that was what he wanted me to do?' she thought dejectedly as she watched her husband.

*RAP* *RAP* *RAP* rang the sound of glass being tapped hard. Klaus' rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to find Stan Smith standing over his bowl with a scowl.

"See that beautiful, nearly naked woman over there fish?" yelled Stan as he pointed to his wife while Klaus nodded slowly. "I'm gonna cum in her mouth Fish...because she belongs to me! Just watch and live vicariously through this Motherfucker!" Stan screamed, his neck bulging while Francine smiled with delight where she kneeled. 

Klaus was pushed back in fright as he watched Stan walk across to the room and grab Francine's hair in his left hand as he grabbed his bulging cock in his right, staring the entire time at the frightened goldfish. 

Klaus watched wide eyed as Stan smiled and pulled his wife's smiling lips to his crotch. "This is how a real man does it fish! A man with a real dick...not some little fish wee wee. Sit back and watch."

"USA! USA! USA!" Stan shouted towards the dresser as Francine obediently wrapped one hand around his cock and stuck the throbbing meat in her mouth while she fingered her pussy with her other hand. She went at his cock as if she was starving, nearly swallowing it down her throat as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her on and off his aching member, spit and slobber flying.

Klaus watched in astonishment as Stan fucked his wife's face unrelentingly until his body suddenly began to spasm. Within seconds Stan's cock erupted in a weeks' worth of cum, all of it coating Francine's face.

Stan let loose of her hair, at which point Francine collapsed on the floor, exhaustedly pushing the cum from her face into her mouth as Stan strolled towards the dresser once more.

The last thing Klaus saw before everything went black was Stan Smith picking up his wife's shawl. "Vicariously through that Nazi." Stan smugly smiled as he dropped the shawl over the bowl and everything turned to black.



American Mom Ch. 21



This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

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"So Steve, what's the plan for tonight since your dad is out of town and Haley is in New York at the Phish concert?" Francine asked with eagerness. She had purchased several new toys at the Hustler store earlier in the day in anticipation that he would want to do another hot photo shoot. 

"DeAndre Green is going to come over so we can play his new Zombie Apocalypse game on my Xbox." He replied nonchalantly, even as he noticed her discernible look of disappointment.

"Who is DeAndre Green dear? Do your Dad or I know his parents?" 

"You've heard me talk about DeAndre Mom. He's my new friend. You have probably seen all the internet and newspaper articles about him; Pearl Baily High School's all-time leading wide receiver, and recent University of DC scholarship signee?"

DeAndre was also one of the guys Steve had shown Francine's photo on his phone; but he left that part out.

"I'm sure I have heard about your little friend dear." Francine was deeply disappointed, but decided not to push the issue. 

"And..." Steve continued, "I thought it would be cool if you could pick up some hot wings at Hooters for us." 

"Hooters?" she asked with a bit of disdain. 

"Yeah mom. All the cool guys at school, including DeAndre, say they are the best. I've wanted to try them for a long time. It would make me look really big in DeAndre's eyes if we served that tonight. Would you mind?" 

"I suppose not." she replied somewhat dejectedly as the doorbell rang.

Steve ran to the door to let in his new friend as Francine gathered her purse and keys. "So guys..." She smiled before stopping in mid-sentence. All of Steve's friends that Francine Smith had ever met were a nerdish bunch. Fat; pimply; geeky. They ran the entire gamut of nerdism.

Francine was shocked to be greeted at her door by a budding Adonis standing next to her son. DeAndre Green was six feet tall and appeared to be chiseled from granite...black granite dressed in a tight tank top and shorts. 

"Pleased to meet you Mrs. Smith." Francine admired his dark muscles as he reached out to shake her hand.

"Nice to meet you also DeAndre." She managed to spit out before continuing. "I was just on my way to pick up an order at Hooters for you boy's to eat tonight. Do either of you want anything else from Hooters besides the wings?" 

"How about some beer and one of those hot waitresses to serve us?" joked Steve, poking his buddy in the ribs. 

"HA Ha mister...very funny." Responded Francine as she headed out the door.

As she drove Francine tried her best to get over her very real disappointment at how the night was turning out. She had bought several adult DVD's and had been taking notes of what the women were doing in all of the sexiest scenes so she could recreate them for Steve. Now, to top off the disappointment of no homemade video tonight, her son was making jokes about finding the waitresses at Hooters attractive. 

But on the other hand, there was another very hot young man in the house to help distract her disappointment.

Pulling into the parking lot, Francine locked her SUV and walked into the restaurant. The young girl greeting customers pointed her to the bar to place her to-go order. "We don't get too many orders for take out." The girl commented. 

"I bet you don't." Francine responded cattily to the young woman, totally unimpressed by the girl's own set of small Hooter's. 

Sitting at the bar and checking out the menu, her attention was drawn to the woman behind the bar.

'Humpff; I've got a much better body than she has.' Francine thought as she looked around the restaurant at the other waitresses 'Hell, I look better than any of these girls. Why would Steve joke he wanted me to bring one of these young bitches back to serve him and DeAndre when he has me available?"

As she angrily set her attention back to the menu, she placed her order for several types of wings, more than enough to keep the two teens occupied all night. She waited patiently for the order to be filled as she looked around the restaurant. 

'Those shorts the waitresses are wearing are the same color as my old pair of orange biking shorts that I found the other day at the bottom of my dresser drawers. I'm sure mine fit a lot tighter than what these girls are wearing. Talk about a camel toe!' she laughed to herself as she imagined the bright orange shorts tightly puckered up in the cleft of her shaved pussy. 

As she looked towards the TV's over the bar, her gaze locked on a sign next to a Hooters waitress tank top that was framed on the wall. "Be a Hooters Girl at Home! $19.95. Available in small to XXL" A smile formed on Francine's lips as she pulled her wallet from her purse and called the bartender back over.

Later, back at the house Steve and DeAndre were playing the video game intently, staring hard at the screen as they heard Francine enter the house from the garage. A few minutes later they heard her voice from the doorway to the kitchen. 

"Are you two guys ready for some drinks and wings?" 

"Sure mom." Steve replied, somewhat irritated at the untimely interruption. He continued playing as his mother's form entered his peripheral vision and stood off to his side. 

"Just put em down wherever mom." A few seconds later he felt a hard elbow in his side from DeAndre. 

"What the fuck DeAndre?" he squalled as he paused the game and shot a perplexed look at his new friend. DeAndre's face was frozen in amazement, his mouth gaped open and his gaze set solid.

Steve followed DeAndre's gaze to find Francine Smith holding a serving tray with three beers and a platter of wings. 

Steve's eyes dropped to scan his mother from the floor up. She was standing confidently on a new pair of four inch white platform stripper shoes, buckled around her ankles. His eyes followed her tanned legs up to find her wearing an extremely form fitting pair of bright orange, stretchy bike shorts. The material sucked deeply into every crevice, pressing into a distinct camel toe between her visibly puffy pussy lips. 

On top she was wearing a Hooters waitress tank top that was cut off a few inches above her belly button. The tank top was a size or more too small for her obviously braless tits and clung to her like a second layer of skin. Her nipples stood hard, pressing against the thin cotton top. 

"I hope you guys don't mind me joining you for a drink. My manager said it would be okay because it's just good customer service. He also said you asked for some change to share so you two can tip me tonight." She continued as she laid ten one dollar bills and four five's and two twenties on the table in front of them. "The only catch is, you have to spend it all tonight." She said as she broke into a huge friendly smile and patted the tops of a couple of dollar bills that were peeking out from where they were stuffed down the front of her shorts. 

"You guys did say you wanted beer and a Hooters waitress; didn't you?" she smiled, her lips shining from freshly applied lip gloss, her eye lids painted a light blue. 

"Uh, sure mom." Steve smiled. "Are those beers really for us?" 

"Well, I think that if you gentlemen are old enough to eat these Hooters hot wings, and have your own private Hooters waitress then I think you are probably old enough to chase them down with beer." She smiled as she set the tray down, her breasts wobbling delightfully underneath her tight shirt. 

"You certainly make a beautiful Hooters girl Mrs. Smith." DeAndre said as he stared directly at her chest. 

"Well thank you DeAndre." She made sure to bend directly on front of him so he got a good view of her cleavage. In his mind he compared the image in his mind of the photo Steve had showed him days ago; the one of Francine in her nightie. He swiftly decided the real thing was much more impressive. 

"Ahem!" Steve cleared his throat loudly. 

"What?" DeAndre stammered, turning back to the game to see that he had been killed. 

"Mom can you move your ass please; it is in my way," Steve said. 

Francine turned and wiggled her ass playfully. "Is this better?" 

Steve surprised DeAndre as he smiled, "Actually, that is much better." 

"Now boy's..." Francine suddenly had a serious look. "We can all play silly games like this tonight, but there are only two rules." 

DeAndre swallowed hard as Francine spoke, realizing the situation had suddenly taken a serious tone. 

"Rule number one. You must be old enough to eat at Hooter's to be served. DeAndre, how old are you?" Francine asked.

"I just turned eighteen last month." he smiled hopefully. 

"Perfect. Francine beamed before continuing. "And rule number two DeAndre, you cannot tell your parents about my serving you beer as your waitress tonight in this outfit. Okay?" 

"Yes mam. I won't tell anyone." DeAndre responded. 

"Like I said, just don't tell your parents." Francine smiled as she turned to go to the kitchen, her ass cheeks oozing out from the bottom of her tight shorts. 

"Put your eyes back in your socket's loser, and drink up." Steve chided his friend as the two teens proceeded to drink their beers, watching Francine's ass gyrate smoothly as she walked towards the kitchen. The white fabric of her thong waistband stuck up over her hips, nearly glowing against her tan skin. 

When she returned from the kitchen she set down a platter of wings. After eating their fill of wings and watching Francine's soft tease show, the two boys began playing DeAndre's new Zombie Apocalypse while Francine cleaned up the kitchen. 

Francine was preparing another tray of snacks when Steve walked in. He moved behind her and reached his hands around her, pushing down her bicycle shorts and thong with a bit of effort, and slid his middle finger easily inside her wet pussy. 

"Are you enjoying teasing my friend?" 

Francine shrugged and turned it back on him asking playfully as she gyrated her pussy against his touch. "Does my big boy enjoy me teasing his friend?" She was slightly stunned at his response. 

"Maybe I do. Do you want to fuck him?" he said, turning it back on to her.

At the time she thought they were just having harmless playful banter, so she answered, "I would fuck his brains out so hard." Suddenly he cocked his head as if hearing something. He pulled his finger out of her and yanked her shorts up just before DeAndre walked into the kitchen. 

"Thanks Mom, we will make sure that happens." Steve said. 

"What happens?" a clueless DeAndre asked. 

"Mom was just telling me she wants to play the game a little too, so I said we will make sure that happens." 

"But you told her thanks?" DeAndre responded. 

"Don't worry about it man." Steve brushed his soon to be fucked friend off. "What did you want anyway?" 

"Uhmm, another beer if it is okay Mrs. Smith." Francine retrieved another beer from the refrigerator and handed it to DeAndre, who was quickly on his way back to the family room.

Once the sound of the video game resumed, Steve resumed his physical and psychological sexual blitz on his Mother. Pulling her shorts and thong down to her ankles in one swift motion, Steve reinserted his finger in her sloppy wet pussy. 

"Where were we...oh yeah? Will you obey every order I give you?" he asked as his young hands grabbed her hips and held her in place, his fingers sinking deep in her hot flesh. 

"Fuck Steve...Yes! Whatever you want," she replied, moaning from frustration at being denied the hard fucking she had been craving all day.

As he started finger fucking her again, Steve hissed, "Would you like to take DeAndre's cock in your mouth?" She moaned, his fingers feeling so good pumping in and out of her pussy. "I've seen him in the gym shower Mom; he's almost as big as me.

"Is that what my boy wants? Do you really want your mommy with your friend's big black dick in my white mouth?" 

"Now that you ask me, that is exactly what I want to watch you do," her son informed her, his tone not as playful as hers.

She kissed him feverishly and then looked him in the eye, his hand firmly on her hip as he finger fucked her. "Are you serious, Steve? Because I'll do it." 

"Deadly serious." he smiled, revealing his plan to her. "The house is empty except for the three of us. You didn't really think I was going to let the night pass without another sexy photo shoot and video did you?" 

"Oh Steve; this is so arousing. It would have been so unthinkable a few weeks ago for me to let a black man even touch me...let alone put his forbidden cock in my mouth."

His mother smiled as he continued. "I am going to direct you in a new video and photo shoot, based on the concept of a video game showdown. One that includes something any teenage boy finds critical to such a video concept." 

"You mean Aliens and Zombies" she quipped. 

"No...A hot babe fucking the contestants," Steve retorted, smacking her firm ass.

"You must have put some real thought into this already," she smiled, the naughty ideas in her son's dirty mind exciting her. 

"You ever been double penetrated Mom? A bick dick in your pussy and ass at the same time?" he asked, as casual as if he was asking if she had been to the grocery store. He lifted her right knee in the crook of his arm and pushed it against the counter top while slamming his big cock deep in her pussy with one swift motion. 

"No...that...would...be a...first...for me." She moaned between his strokes, lying so she would not hurt his feelings. 

"Will be; not would be; cause it's gonna happen." He hissed in her ear. "Ever fantasized about it?" he questioned. 

"Of...course...baby," she replied, wiggling her ass, while fucking him back.

"Cum now Mom," he grunted. Francine obeyed, letting the rising tide of emotion wash over her, the thought of having a young virile black cock fuck her raced through her mind. 

"Fuuuuck, yes," she hissed. She shuddered and moaned softly for another thirty seconds as she came down from her climax.

Pulling out, Steve looked his mother in the eye. "I am serious, I want you to let DeAndre fuck you." 

"You are such a naughty boy whoring your mother out." she weakly teased as she slowly recovered from her orgasm. "Do you want him to know you have been fucking me?" She asked with a tone of hope. 

"I think so. It is a fucking amazing secret I am dying for someone besides Haley to know." he said, his shy nerdy side surfacing again. 

"OK, but please be careful who you tell. I do have a life to protect." she pointed out. 

"Really?" Steve said, contemplating her words. "We are all over the age of consent, even if barely." He wrapped his arms around her. "And did you forget? You are a star already. I uploaded the video and stills the other night of you and me and Haley. It has over fifteen thousand votes already. You said you were going to handle things with Dad in case he ever found out. Remember?" 

Francine looked down at her son, softly bit her lower lip and nodded her head silently in agreement. Even though the thought of the truth coming out scared her, it excited her even more. 

As he headed back for the family room, Francine gathered her wits and the next round of snacks when she heard Steve yell. "Mom, can you get DeAndre and me a couple of beers and some more snacks?" 

"Sure, honey," Francine called out, knowing full well Steve's intent. She reached down and grabbed the waistband at the front of her tight shorts and pulled up, nestling a massive camel toe in her wet pussy fold. She then grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator and sauntered out.

After giving Steve his beer without any fanfare, she strolled over to DeAndre and bent down allowing him a very generous up close and personal look of her ample cleavage. Lingering there way longer than necessary, she asked "Can I get you anything else, DeAndre?" He stammered, " No mam." "That's too bad," she purred, putting her hands on his thighs to push herself up. 

Putting her right foot in its tall heel on the couch between the boys, she spoke in a soft voice. "Steve, baby, I've got a cramp in my calf, can you help me?" He smiled, 

"Sure Mom." As Steve slowly rubbed her calf, she positioned herself so her deeply defined camel toe was clearly visible to young DeAndre. Dampness from her excitement was beginning to darken the material indented in her lips.

After Steve finished rubbing her calf, she sighed dramatically, and replaced her right foot with her left. Winking at DeAndre playfully, she said, "The things women will wear to please men." 

DeAndre sat staring intently at her camel toe. "Do you like these shoes DeAndre?" Francine asked sweetly, snapping him from his trance. 

"Oh...yeah, right...they look great Mrs. Smith. 

"Oh, aren't you sweet." She responded. After Steve rubbed her calf for several minutes she set her foot back on the ground and asked again, with a soft playful banter, "Can I get you two studs anything else?" 

"No we are fine," Steve replied, a devious smirk on his face and a confident look in his eyes as he watched his rattled friend as Francine retreated to the kitchen with a swing in her step.

Once on the other side of the kitchen entry Francine pinned her back to the wall and held her breath so she could overhear the teen's conversation. It was difficult to hear over her own hard breathing. 

"Come on DeAndre," Steve pleaded, "you know how much I like Zombie Apocalypse, and my Dad said I can't buy it until I earn the money. Just let me have the game to play for the next couple of weeks while he's out of town and I'm putting the money together. I'll give you my copy when Dad lets me have it." 

"Why would I do that Steve?" DeAndre asked in an aloof manner. "What's in it for me? You gotta at least give me something in return." Steve put his index finger to his lips and thought for a few minutes. 

"Well...how about if I show you a picture on my iPhone of me...with a real live naked woman?" DeAndre's eyes bugged wide open. So did Francine's in the kitchen. 

"No way!" DeAndre exclaimed. 

"Way." was Steve's casual reply. 

"Deal!" practically screamed DeAndre.

'I guess this is the moment of decision.' Francine thought. 'Do I let Steve do this? Can we trust DeAndre?' she pondered. As she continued to debate herself in the kitchen she heard the pounding of Steve's feet climbing the stairs, and then quickly coming back down.

Quickly scanning through his photo album on his cell as he ran down the stairs, Steve selected the photo of his mother with her head on his shoulder facing away from the camera, her beautiful nude backside exposed under her transparent negligee. 

As he turned the phone towards his friend, DeAndre's face froze in shock. "Who is she Steve, she's freaking magnificent." 

'Oh my God! No turning back now.' reflected Francine with a soft giggle.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Steve replied coolly. 

"Oh my God Steve...you are the King! No way is another guy in our class ever going to get this close to such a beautiful, nude woman...ever!" 

Francine blushed with pride from her eavesdropping vantage point in the kitchen. 

"Well; you're right DeAndre." Steve replied, suddenly becoming full of himself, and enjoying the admiration of his new friend.

"I'd give anything to know who she is." 

'He must have shown him the photo where my face is not showing.' Thought Francine, nervously but quietly keeping herself occupied in the kitchen until things played out. 'That's sweet that Steve is trying to protect my privacy...but I am a little disappointed if I'm being honest.' She admitted to herself. 'I thought he was serious about me fucking his friend. What a pity.' 




American Mom Ch. 21



"Anything?" Steve questioned, his mind beginning to race. "Maybe give me your old flat panel TV so we can hook my Xbox in my room to it?" 

"Sure Steve." DeAndre quickly agreed. His family had recently acquired a new sixty inch LED TV and had put their old thirty two inch unit in their storage building. DeAndre knew his parents would never pull the TV out again, so he had nothing to lose. 

'He IS going to tell him it's me.' Francine excitedly thought as she absentmindedly began slowly rubbing her hand across her bare, flat belly. "Uhmmmmm..." 

"Deal!" said Steve as he grabbed his phone and switched to the photo of his mother with her back still to the camera, but her smiling face on display next to Steve's. 

DeAndre stared at the photo speechless, his gaze going from her smiling face to her exposed ass. 

"Bullshit! That's not your mom...that's a Photoshop." DeAndre stated, convinced his new friend must have manipulated his own mother's face onto this killer bod and somehow Photo shopped himself into the picture as well. 

"You must think I have some pretty mad graphic art skills DeAndre." Steve replied as he rotated to the third photo. The one of Francine smiling broadly, his arm around her waist as her entire front was exposed beneath her transparent negligee to the camera. 

"Guess I did this one too." Steve smirked.

"But...what's this all about Steve?" DeAndre asked, mind numb at what he was seeing. 

"My Mom's a hottie...and she thinks I'm the snizzle, that's what." Steve boasted. 

"What? Seriously Steve, your mom is hot. You are the luckiest guy in the world like that and all, but..." 

"My mom thinks I'm the greatest thing ever. She does anything I ask her to do." 

"Like pose for these pictures whenever you ask?" 

"Actually those photos were her idea...but yes." 

"What else have you had her do?" DeAndre asked, treading carefully. 

"Well, let's just say she is encouraging my photography studies, and working as my video and still photography model...for some very adult subject matter" he smiled. 

In the kitchen Francine's hand worked its way quickly to her left nipple, lightly teasing it. 

"You're so full of shit Steve." DeAndre replied, his voice rising. 

"Am I? Then why has my Mom been walking around the house all night in stripper heels and the sexiest Hooters outfit ever...braless? You did see that skin tight top; right? Those super tight shorts? She would be arrested if she wore that outfit in public." DeAndre gulped noticeably. 

Francine pinched her nipple harder. 

"I'll tell you why..." Steve continued. "Because she dresses hot like that all of the time for me when Dad is out of the house." he retorted. 

"I don't believe you at all Steve. In fact I'll put a wager on it." 

"Go on...I'm listening." responded Steve. 

"Call your mom in here right now. If she will admit she is posing for you on a regular basis...like an adult model would...then I will give you the game and the TV for keeps." 

"Deal." Said Steve. "Moooommmmm" he bellowed, not bothering to get up from his seat on the couch. 

"Yes, Sweetie?" Francine called out, quickly teasing both her nipples roughly before smoothing out her top in anticipation of being called into the room. 

"Can you come in here for a minute? DeAndre needs to ask you some questions." 

"Okay." came her confident response. 

A few seconds later the sound of Francine Smith crossing the kitchen tile in her tall heels could be heard by the two teens. She purposefully walked in a circle twice where she couldn't be seen from the family room so that DeAndre would not realize she had been standing beside the door listening. She entered the family room with an air of great confidence to find Steve patting the couch between DeAndre and he, inviting her to join them. She walked to the couch, rolling her hips seductively. 

"Just a second mom." Steve reached down and grabbed a one dollar bill." I want to give you a quick tip for the great service so far." He started to hand her the dollar when Francine reached down into her shorts on each side at her hips. The boys looked on in awe as she smiled and pulled the waistband of her thong panties up even higher, out of her tight, stretchy shorts and over her hips. 

"Put em there boy's." she said seductively. 

Steve and DeAndre looked at each other before DeAndre quickly reached down and grabbed a one off the table. Both boys tucked their dollar into the waist of her thong.

"So what was it you boy's want, Steve?" Francine asked as she settled down onto the couch between the two, thrusting her chest out as she settled in against Steve, his right arm encircling her shoulder. As she leaned back into her son she looked down into DeAndre's lap and saw the tenting effect she was having on him. 

"Uh...hi...again...Mrs. Smith..." DeAndre mumbled out as he soaked in her sexuality. 

Steve looked on arrogantly and began. "So mother, DeAndre and I were discussing the photos you and I posed for the other day for me to keep on my cell phone." 

"Oh, you mean the ones where I'm wearing that cute little negligee?" Francine giggled as she looked back and forth between the two. 

"Those are the ones mother. DeAndre thinks that is not you in this photo." Steve replied smugly as he held his phone up showing the third photo. 

Francine reached for the phone and examined the photo of her and Steve facing the camera, her big tits and shaved cunt boldly exposed. She held the phone out in her left hand as she leaned over and placed her right arm around DeAndre's shoulder, pulling him closer. 

"DeAndre, that's me in this picture. Why would you think it's not me?" she asked warmly. DeAndre was too stunned to reply. 

"I also told DeAndre that the pictures were your idea Mom. He didn't believe me." Steve stated. 

"Oh absolutely." She softly whispered in DeAndre's ear as she nodded in agreement. 

"I also told him that you were now helping me with my photography and videography work. But he doesn't think that's true either." 

"Well, did you show him any of the videos or the other pictures we made? Steve is sooo talented." she told DeAndre proudly as she reached her left arm around Steve's shoulders. The sexy MILF now sat erect between the two teens, her breasts rolling with the motion as she settled into the couch. 

"No mother, I didn't. I don't want to just show him your work for free. It just doesn't seem right since you could easily be a professional model." 

"That is sooo sweet Steve." She gushed as she leaned over and gave him a short kiss on the lips. 

"Have you two been making love?" DeAndre asked, looking with shock between mother and son. 

"I don't know if I would call it making love. It's been pretty intense." Steve replied. 

"Fucking is probably not a nasty enough term to describe it." laughed Francine, reaching over and rubbing Steve's hard cock through his pants.

"Every day I fuck one, two or all three of her holes, don't I mom?" 

"Yes, dear. My body is yours to play with whenever you want and," she declared, and added looking back to DeAndre, "to share with whomever you want."

"You can keep this secret right?" Steve asked DeAndre. 

"I can't believe this is all real." Francine heard DeAndre say. 

"That was not the correct answer." Steve said. "The question is can you keep the secret? Otherwise we stop right now and you go home."

DeAndre eyed Francine's body as she leaned back into the soft couch back. He watched as her full breasts heaved up and down softly with each breath, her hard nipples stretching the material of her tight shirt. He admired her taut midriff exposed between her shorts and top as well as her tight muscular legs. 

Finally he pulled his gaze up to her beautiful golden mane framed face. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation above her beautifully plump, partially open lips.

"Are you kidding me?" he rhetorically asked. "Of course I'll keep you're your secret. I'm in."

DeAndre's watched with excitement as Steve pulled his mother back to him with a handful of her hair, turning her head to optimize DeAndre's view as they began to kiss aggressively. Within seconds their tongues were pirouetting like two snakes wrestling.  

"I'll give you my special edition Zombie Apocalypse Xbox if I can see the other photos and videos!" DeAndre hollered out. 

"Well that's some exuberance." Francine laughed as she and Steve broke their embrace. "It's up to you Steve, but I think for that kind of reward, maybe we should do a new video and photo set with DeAndre in the room rather than just show him an old set. What do you think Sweetie?"

Steve acted as though he was thinking hard for a few moments before replying. "I'll go get the equipment." He said. "I'll be right back." He finished, as he walked quickly towards the stairs before running up. 

A few minutes later Francine and DeAndre heard Steve bound down the stairs. As he began setting up the equipment Francine left to refresh her hair and makeup, returning ten minutes later looking radiant 

"Okay mother, we are going to recreate this evening, but like it would be in a porn movie. We are going to start with you greeting DeAndre at the door. Then you two will come into the living room where you will serve me and DeAndre beer and wings, if we have any left. DeAndre and I are going to play the video game, and you are going to walk in. We can improvise from there. What do you think?" 

"I'm in!" nearly screamed DeAndre. 

"No shit. We already established that" laughed Steve. "I'm asking Mom." 

"Sounds good to me." Francine smiled, tussling Steve's hair as he sat back on the couch.

"Okay then. We can start with some still camera shots and then video." Steve directed. 

"He is sooo good at this." cooed Francine as she adjusted what little clothes she was wearing. A few minutes later everything was ready to go. Steve turned on the video camera on the tripod in the living room and stepped out onto the front porch with his digital and video cameras with DeAndre as Francine readied herself inside. 

DeAndre rang the doorbell as Steve began taking pictures. Francine opened the door. "Oh hello DeAndre. Are you here to see Steve? She asked. 

"Uhm...yes I am Mrs. Smith." He replied woodenly. 

The intense illumination from the light attached to his video camera lit Francine and their entire front porch up. Steve focused his camera in over DeAndre's shoulder on her stiff nipples pressing lewdly against her tight little Hooters top. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Well, I am on my way to work at Hooters for the night, but you can come on in to visit with Steve." She smiled, pleased with her witty adlib for the camera's.

Steve snapped photo after photo of his mother's gorgeous ass encased in her tight biking shorts as she walked back into the house while DeAndre stared in awe at the motion of her hips swaying. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

While Steve placed the video cameras on tripods, Francine went to the kitchen to prepare her tray with three long neck beers and snacks. After a few minutes she heard the sounds of the video game from the TV. 

"Action!" came the command from Steve. 

Francine sauntered to the doorway with her tray. "Would you two boy's care for a snack before I go to work?" *FLASH* 

"Oh, uh sure...Mom." Responded Steve as he quickly stood up. 

"Oh are you boys playing a video game?" asked Francine as she placed the tray on the coffee table, her cleavage spilling out for the benefit of the video cameras. 

"We have a contest going on. Would you like to watch us play Mother?" Steve asked, moving in front of the camera for a close-up. 

"I think I have a little time before I have to go to work at Hooters." Francine responded as she subtly swayed her shoulders back and forth from right to left several times. The motion caused her big tits to rock sexily in her tank top. 

She once more sat on the couch between the two teens, dropping down with an exaggerated motion for the cameras. DeAndre blatantly stared at her tits as they bounced to a stop under her skimpy tank top. She passed out a long neck beer to each boy and began drinking her own.

Francine settled back, leaning deeply against Steve, his right arm wrapping her shoulder. "Could you hold my beer mom?" he asked as he handed his beer to her. 

As Steve whispered something to her, Francine grinned wide and shook her head in agreement. As she watched the game intently she began gently stroking the neck of the beer up and down, as if she were stroking a cock. DeAndre's eyes nearly popped out of his head watching her blatantly erotic motions. 

"Could I try guys" Francine asked. 

"We are having a contest mother." Steve relied disdainfully for the cameras. Francine looked at her son with puppy dog eyes. 

"Oh for goodness sakes mother." He responded, reaching the controller over to her in his left hand. "We can pause the game for a few minutes and let you play the demo. Do you know how to operate the controller?" he asked. 

"How hard can it be" she replied, emphasizing the word hard as she took the controller. 

After dying three times in thirty seconds, Francine turned to the two teens. "Maybe I do need a hand." 

"I can help you out." Steve responded, pulling her compliantly over to sit on the couch between his sprawled legs. Reaching his arms around her, he put both hands on the controller. 

"I'll help you work the buttons, but let me show you how first by myself." Francine smiled a silly grin as her son operated the controller in front of her, his forearms encircling her ribs and pressing up on the underside of her boobs. 

Steve controlled the game by himself for a while, his arms moving the controller in exaggerated motions, pressing his arms into her abundant boobs. "Think you're ready to join me" he said deeply in her ear, causing a visible shiver to run through his mom. 

"Uhmmm." She responded. 

Mother and son both played the game for a few more minutes, just long enough to establish footage from the video cameras for editing. 

"You take it now mom." Steve directed, letting loose of the controller and resting his hands on her hips. As his mother played the game Steve's hands began to wander slowly. DeAndre stared as his friend's left hand began gently circling his mother's hip, while his right moved up and down her ribs. 

Francine played her part to a tee, intently staring at the screen and killing zombies, totally ignoring the movements of her son.

"This game is too easy Steve." Francine cockily declared. "I must be a video game savant of some sort. I bet I could hold my own with you boys." 

"Not a chance Mom...but if you want to have a tournament between the three of us I'm up for it. What about you DeAndre" Steve laughed. 

"Yes. I would be ok to playing for a tournament Steven." DeAndre responded woodenly. Steve shot his friend a dirty look and whispered under his breath. "C'mon man; you can act better than that I know."

"What kind of stakes do you boys want to play for" Francine asked, never taking her eyes from the screen, moving her controller like a madwoman, the motions rocking her tits. 

"You know me and DeAndre don't have any money mom." Steve replied. 

"Well, pick something else then, because I'm going to kick your asses. This game is fun. I'm going to call in sick at Hooters so we can play all night." Francine laughed, picking up Steve's cell phone and pretended to carry on a conversation with her "manager" at Hooters.

"Hello, Mr. Dickschmear?" They all three broke out in a fit of laughter. "Yes Mr. Dicschmear, this is Francine Smith...yes... Mr. Dickschmear I have asked you not to refer to me as 'Sweet Cheeks'...or 'Sweater Meat'...In any case, I am not going to be able to make it in to work tonight. *COUGH* *COUGH*...yes I do think I am getting a chest cold...no sir I do not need you to rub Vicks vapo rub on my breasts...OK I will see you tomorrow. Thank you." 

Again all three broke out in a fit of snickers and hoots.

"Okay boy's. What are the rules of the game going to be" Francine asked, resuming her Zombie hunt. 

"If you feel that confident in your skills mom," Steve struck a thoughtful pose. "Let's make it really interesting." 

"I'm listening." She said. 

"Hit and Strip Zombies" was all Steve said. 

Francine set the controller down and looked between the boy's. "Hit and Strip Zombies? What is that?" she asked, playfully adding a gullible look. 

"Pretty simple really." He continued, "Every time you get bit by a Zombie in the game you have to take a pull on a bong." Francine looked at the boys with skepticism. "And every time you die, you have to take off an article of clothing...and you can't add anything to what you already have on right now."

Francine pretended to act stunned for the cameras. "Steven Smith. I am your mother." She bashfully responded. 

"What's the big deal mom? You said you're a savant at this game and can beat us...right?" Francine looked questioningly from the boys to the various cameras before striking a confident smile. 

"That's right, I am. I have just one question." She directed at Steve. "Do my shoes count as an article of clothing?" 

"Sure, whatever." He responded. 

"Bring on the Zombies!" she replied in response with confidence.

The three set out on a mission that began to dissolve on the screen. DeAndre had picked out a geeky computer type as his avatar, and Francine a Tomb Raider rip off, and Steve an extreme athlete teen. 

Almost instantly Francine was bitten by the first zombie to enter the screen. Steve paused the game and handed Francine the bong. 

"What the hell happened there" she asked, honestly not understanding that the demo of the game was a lower level of difficulty that the easiest team mission. 

"Fhhhhhhhh" she took a deep lungful pull from the bong and held it in. "Whhhhhewwww" she let it out, chasing it with a swig of beer. The mission went smoothly for the next five minutes as the player's power became fully rejuvenated. 

Suddenly all three were bitten in a frenzied attack of twenty five zombies. As they killed the zombies over the course of the battle Francine and DeAndre both died as well. Steve remained alive, if just barely, having been bitten three times. 

"That sucked." Steve told the others as he paused the game. "Two bites for me, five for DeAndre and six for you mom. Light that bong up twice Mom and then you and DeAndre pass it three times. I'll join in the last two passes." 

By the time they finished passing the bong ten minutes had passed. "Take something off DeAndre." Steve directed. 

"DeAndre has to take his shirt off. DeAndre has to take his shirt off." Francine sang over and over like a nursery rhyme. Suddenly she realized both boys were staring at her. "What" she asked. 

"You died also mother." The realization finally made its way to her brain through the fog of the earlier bong hits. 

"Ohhhh...I have to too...to...too." She snickered as she stood up and faced the boys.

Grabbing the waistband of her shorts, Francine slowly turned around, facing away from their stares. Because of the directions the cameras were facing, her front and back sides were both being recorded as her thumbs slid around to the back of her waistband and pushed down. 

The sexy MILF played it up for her son's video cameras by wiggling her exquisitely tight bubble butt as she pushed the tight shorts down over her mouthwatering ass. She smiled delightedly over her shoulder at the boys as she bent over at the waist, pushing her shorts down until they cleared her tall heels. The vision of her standing in her stripper heels, wearing her tight tank top, her ass fully on display thanks to her thong was massively intense. 

When Francine turned around to face the boys she struck a sexy pose, her right knee leaned in to her left leg, her left hand on her hip as her right arm dangled. 




American Mom Ch. 21



"Oh dear me...would you look at that." She said with a strong southern inflection. The effect her bicycle shorts had on her tiny g string was nothing short of amazing. The small triangle of fabric was stuffed completely into her wet pussy cavity. DeAndre stared intently once he realized she had no hair on her pussy. 

Francine laughed as she dug her thumbs in the material and pulled it from her pussy, smoothing the material as best she could while letting loose another silly giggle. "Let's get the game started again." She implored, sitting back on the couch, her knees high in the air and splayed wide because of her tall heels.

The three continued their mission, rebuilding their power. As things were getting relaxed in the game Francine could see in her peripheral vision DeAndre stealing glances at her tiny g string. Without taking her eyes off the screen, Francine began to move her feet apart and spreading her knees even further. Soon her thighs were extraordinarily wide open. 

Steve and DeAndre were both so engrossed with her display that they never saw the nest of zombies they walked into. By the time it was all done Steve and DeAndre were both dead and Francine was mortally wounded.

Ten minutes later, after all the bong hits were finished, Francine reminded the boys that it was "Time to lose some clothes." 

Steve lost his shirt. DeAndre removed his shorts, leaving him in only his underwear. As they all sat on the couch in various stages of undress Steve asked Francine "Why did you take off your shorts instead of a shoe earlier?" 

"Now what kind of fun would that have been?" she continued "Besides, this is what you boys wanted to see isn't it?" She laughed, patting her little g string and falling back against her son, laughing.

Steve pulled Francine closer, dropping his hand to rest on her big right tit. He massaged the pliable flesh with his open palm for a while before sliding his fingers down over the very brief top to tease her rock-hard nipple. 

Francine noticed the tenting in DeAndre's underwear from his erection. "DeAndre, do I look pretty dressed like this?" she asked, trying hard to focus her red eyes. He appeared stunned. "I only ask because it looks like you are enjoying looking at me, based on what's in your underwear." 

Francine beamed a smile at DeAndre that would harden any man's dick. Turning her head to face Steve she spoke softly, effectively ending the video tournament. 

"Take them out Steve" she whispered just loud enough for the camera microphone to pick up. 

"Take what out?" he asked, knowing exactly what she was referring to, but wanting to really tease her. 

"Steeeve...You know!" the horny mother ran her hand up and down her son's thigh as she pleaded to be exposed. Steve continued to twist her nipple roughly, knowing that his mother loved for him to be just a little forceful with her nipples. 

"Take them out...my tits." she whispered vulnerably. 

By now Steve was squeezing her other tit through the front of her top and showing her no mercy. 

"You mean you want me to take your big tits out...right here...on the couch...in front of DeAndre...so he and I can both see them?" 

"Yes!" she begged with a look of submission, her eyes going back and forth between Steve's steel hard gaze, the cameras and DeAndre's crazed eyes.

"Okay then." Steve replied as he ran both hands down into the front of her tank top and pulled down, bringing both her big bouncing tits out into the open, squeezing them while DeAndre watched. 

"What do think DeAndre? Steve asked his friend, "I believe mom's tits are nicer than any porn stars...don't you?" DeAndre was having trouble speaking, but nodded his head vigorously. 

"Mother, I believe that DeAndre and I need a refill on our drinks." Steve commanded as he took his hands away from her chest. 

With a look of bewilderment Francine reached down and started to pull up her top before going after their drink refills. 

"We've already seen what you have mom. Besides, you lost your shirt in the last Zombie frenzy...remember? You might as well just take that top the rest of the way off and be a topless Hooters waitress for us. Don't you think that would be cool DeAndre?" Steve asked his buddy. 

"Uh...yes!" his friend responded, "That sounds fantastic to me as well Mrs. Smith." 

Without any indecision, Francine stood up and stuck her chest out with a dazzling smile for the cameras. Steve began shooting a long string of photos as she pulled the tiny top up over her head before throwing it on the floor at the end of the couch by DeAndre. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* "

As she began to turn and walk to the kitchen, Steve called out. "Mom, just a second." 

He reached over and grabbed two ones from the table and handed one to DeAndre. "We want to tip you for the beers. DeAndre you go first." 

Francine gathered her courage and walked over to DeAndre, thrusting her hip with the earlier tips tucked into her thong towards him. *FLASH* 

"What are you waiting for DeAndre? Go ahead and place it in her thong with the other tips." Steve encouraged his friend as DeAndre carefully threaded the bill down into the side of her thong waist band, staring into her eyes with a look of trepidation. *FLASH* 

"My turn." Said Steve with glee, as he handed the camera to DeAndre. "Just point and shoot buddy." He said as he pulled Francine down onto his left leg, her bare back resting against his chest while she faced DeAndre and one of the video cameras. *FLASH*  

"Great service." Steve said as he pulled her waistband six inches away from her belly and tucked his tip next to the others. *FLASH* He snapped her thong tight with his hand still inside. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Smiling up at his mom, he reached around and pulled her left knee open to its limit. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Now she faced DeAndre and the video camera, her knees spread obscenely. *FLASH* 

Soon Steve's left hand was aggressively attacking her exposed left nipple while his right hand wormed its way further down the front of her thong. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine laid her right arm around Steve's shoulder and leaned her head back as she began to dreamily rock her hips gently forward against the onslaught of his hand. *FLASH* 

Steve held her knee open with his left hand as his right middle finger dove into her sopping wet pussy, obscured from view by her thong. The sound of her wet pussy being violated by her son's fingers filled the room and was captured by the video cameras. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Okay, that's all you get for one beer. You'll need to pick up the service to get a bigger tip." Steve said as he slapped his mother's ass and pushed her up off his lap. 

"I'll try better Sir!" she smiled as she weakly walked to the kitchen. 

While she was in the kitchen fixing their drinks Steve talked to DeAndre. "So buddy, what do you think about this new side of my mom?" 

"Oh my God Steve! This is crazy! She looks incredible." DeAndre said with enthusiasm. "She has the most awesome tits I have ever seen." 

"Do you want to play with them?" Steve asked with a sly smile. DeAndre looked at his friend like he was crazy. 

"WHAT! You can make her to do that?" 

"Uh...YEAH!" Steve replied. "I think it's pretty obvious she will do anything I tell her to do. Besides, can't you tell she wants to?" 

About that time Francine returned in just her thong and heels with the boys drinks *FLASH* and resumed her spot sitting between them. Steve immediately began to play with the tit closest to him. 

Steve spoke up when it appeared that DeAndre couldn't get up the nerve to help himself. "DeAndre, mom's other boob looks awfully lonely. Why don't you help it out" He needed no further encouragement and began to fondle it with both hands, playing with the nipple, his black hands contrasting starkly to Francine's pale boob. 

Almost immediately Francine began to gasp heavily. Steve slid his free hand between her legs and began to stroke her pussy through her panties yet again. He looked to his friend. "DeAndre, go ahead and tell my mom what you just said about her." DeAndre's face contorted in embarrassment. 

Francine leaned over on the couch and put her arm around her son's young friend. "So, what did you say about me to my son?" she asked, her arm pulling him to her. 

"N-n-nothing," he again stammered. 

"Please tell me," she purred, yearning to hear a compliment. 

"I said you look incredible... and that you have the most awesome tits I have ever seen." the excited teenager blurted out.

She looked down at DeAndre playing with her tit. "Suck it DeAndre." She ordered with a moan. 

Francine laid her head back and moaned loudly as he immediately took her big boob in both hands and pushed it into his mouth, working over her hard nub as Steve pulled the crotch of her thong to the side, gaining access to rub Francine's clit. The thong kept snapping back over his hand, impeding his access.

"Stand up for a second mom." Steve directed. DeAndre let loose of the lip lock he had on her nipple and stared as she stood, while Steve reached into the end table drawer by the couch. "I think we need to modify your outfit a bit." He said as he produced a pair of scissors for the drawer. 

Francine looked down over her shoulder, watching as her son cut the back end of her thong flush from the waistband. He slapped her hard on the ass with a loud *CRACK*, and then turned her around and cut away the front of her panties to match. Francine stood proudly in just her tall heels and her thong waistband, now stuffed with six one dollar bills. 

The beautiful blonde mother, now breathing heavily and going crazy with lust, sat back on the couch between the two teens. With her knees spread wide, the tall heels forcing her legs to lean against the boys, she reached over and began to squeeze Steve's cock through his pants. "Now mother. That feels really good, but please don't forget about my friend." 

Francine looked up into Steve's eyes as if in a dream state before reaching over and grabbing hold of DeAndre's crotch with her other hand. 

"Oh God," the dark skinned teen gasped, as her hand wrapped around his eight inch cock through his pants. 

"Oh God indeed. I plan to worship this big delicious licorice cock, baby," she teased, before looking at her son. "He feels like he might be as big as you Steve."

"Let me help you out here mother so you can do a comparison." Steve said confidently as he pulled Francine's hand away and reached for his own zipper, freeing his rock hard nine inch cock. His mother excitedly grabbed hold of it and began to pump her hand up and down its length. 

"Don't leave DeAndre out of the action, Mom" Steve ordered. 

Francine stared into the eyes of her son's friend and softly snarled as she smoothly stroked her son's huge cock in her left hand. "Let me have that ebony rod so I can compare it to this ivory one." 

DeAndre quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. With the video cameras facing her DeAndre rubbed her right tit and Steve fingered her soaking wet pussy as Francine inspected the boys thick rod's as she pumped them.

Looking back and forth between the two stiff meat sticks, Francine skillfully studied both teens by placing the heel of her hands at the base of their cocks and laying her hands flat on each prick at the same time. She wrapped her thumbs and pinkies around both shafts, pressing both dicks flat with her middle three fingers until they pointed straight out. 

"Hummmm." She contemplated the situation with precision, eyeballing the length of each cock extending past the tip of her middle finger. Both teens assessed the situation to satisfy their own curiosity. They could all three see that while there was a good three inches of dark cock sticking past the end of Francine's dainty right hand. They also saw at least a healthy four or five inches of her son's hard dick extending beyond the tip of her left hand.

"And we have a winner." She announced, allowing Steve's dick to stand up. "It was closer than I thought it would be," she said as she stroked him gently, her breasts moving hypnotically from her efforts. "...but in any case I am one lucky gal to have two such fine dicks at my disposal tonight. She smiled radiantly

Francine laid the back of a knee over each teen's leg, forcing her pussy to unfurl for the cameras as she began to rhythmically stroke the long cocks for several minutes as she looked longingly between them. 

"Cut!" called Steve after a few minutes of this foreplay. "Now, I'm going to man my Canon camera while you work on DeAndre, Mom."

Francine kneeled down between DeAndre's legs. "Okay Steve, get your cameras ready and watch as dear old mom takes care of your buddy's cock." *FLASH* 

Francine grabbed DeAndre's hard black cock in her left hand and shoved it up against his stomach. She dipped her head and stuffed her nose into the soft skin under his balls and took a big whiff. She let out a little moan and rubbed her lips on the underside of his balls. *FLASH* 

His big balls rolled around all over her face, seemingly as if she was trying to balance them on her face. The contrast of the dark testicles on her white face was striking.

"Oh Mrs. Smith, that feels fantastic!" 

"Shhhh." She responded. "And Mrs. Smith is much too formal for what I am doing to you right now." she purred back. "Call me Slut." 

"What?" he gasped, clearly not able to process what was happening to him. 

"You heard me. Call me Slut...and then just watch Steve's nasty cum hungry mommy take care of you." She jacked him off as best she could while continuing to kiss at the underside of his balls. The jerking motion made his balls dance on her sweaty face. She started licking his balls and pretty soon they were soaking wet with her saliva. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

Francine stretched the skin on his sack and put a lip lock onto one of his balls. Slowly and gently attempting to suck the big ball into her mouth. *FLASH* 

"Oh my goodness Steve, your friend's balls really are huge. I'm not sure they will fit in mommy's slutty little mouth." She breathlessly moaned before going back at it to give it another try. This time, his right ball popped into her mouth as he nervously moved his legs in excitement. *FLASH* 

His testicle filled her entire mouth, causing her some difficulty moving her tongue around on the ball while it was in there. She stopped stroking his cock for a few seconds while she figured out how to breathe through her nose. Before long, she was pumping away on his dick again. 

Carefully, she pulled her head back until the ball popped out of her mouth. Moving her head to the other side of his crotch, she repeated the whole thing with his left nut. It felt amazing, especially when she hummed a bit and she cradled his fat black testicle on her tongue. The cameras picked up the stunning dissimilarity of her lipstick and his dark wet skin.

"Okay mom...time to get down to the business of acting. Beg him to let you suck his cock...and be sure to look over to the camera every now and then." 

Francine smiled and then went into character for the video. 

"You've been fantasizing about me haven't you big boy?" she asked, taking nearly all his cock in her mouth and then slowly pulling back until the mushroom shaped top popped out of her mouth. 

"Aaaaaaah, yes, I've fantasized about you since the first time I ever saw your photo." he admitted. 

"What have you imagined?" she asked, swirling her tongue around his mushroom top. 

"Your tits," he groaned, "I have always wanted to see them." 

Drawing her tongue back in her mouth, she leaned back and asked, "These?" as she began caressing her nipples. Her firm breasts were now in the face of the anxious teenager. 

Smiling coyly, she asked, "So DeAndre, is seeing them enough or would you like to bite them and lick them?" 

His eyes never left her breasts as he asked, like a kid at a candy store wanting a treat he is never allowed, "May I?" 

"On two conditions," she said. 

"Anything," he replied, in a trance, staring at her nipples. 

"One, you have got to suck both of my nipples, they're both dying for attention." 

"Ooooookay," he said. 

"And," she said, cupping her breasts towards his mouth, "You have to talk dirty to me. I want to hear you say nasty things to me while I suck you off. I want to be a cheap fucking cum slut for your cock DeAndre. Make me do nasty things. Be nasty to me...and promise to fuck me like a dirty slut." *FLASH* "For the next little while, I want you to treat me like your own personal big titted slut. I want you to make me drink your cum...make me do nasty things to your cock. Please!" 

Clearing his throat and making sure his voice didn't squeak too much, he gave it his best shot. "Alright you horny fucking slut, isn't it about time you sucked this hard cock of mine? I know you want it. You're cunt is probably dripping wet already, isn't it you fucking whore?" 

"Uhhhmmmmm. Yes...my little cunt is sopping wet for you. I hunger for your big black cock. Please...make me suck your beautiful black prick." *FLASH* "I am your slut tonight DeAndre." 

Francine Smith sucked him like the expert cocksucker she was, bobbing back and forth, taking his whole cock in her mouth while sucking like a porn star. "I'm really looking forward to a tummy full of hot, nasty cum. Would it be all right if when you cum...if you do it in my mouth? Please tell me you want to cum in my mouth?" *FLASH* 

"Awww. Fuck." He groaned. 

Francine looked up at him in eager anticipation, playing it up as she licked her lips and looked back and forth from his face, to his cock, to the video camera. *FLASH* 

She was almost whimpering. She had convinced DeAndre that she hadn't been kidding. She really wanted...no...needed to suck his cum. 

The muscular teen grabbed his cock in one hand and gave it a slow stroke right in front of her face. A big dollop of precum oozed out the end and ran slowly down the shaft of his dick. "Lick that up; and make sure you don't waste any." He said, pointing his cock at her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah...it will be my pleasure."

Francine Smith dipped her head slowly towards his cock, keeping eye contact as he watched as her lips softly eased over the head of his dick. *FLASH* 

She purred like a kitten and was making a low, moaning sound as she sucked on the fat, spongy head, sort of holding half the head of his cock in her mouth while sucking and licking at the same time. *FLASH* *FLASH* 

"Do you like that?" she asked, taking his cock in her hand and removing her mouth from his cock just enough so that she could talk. 

"Please do it some more." he begged. *FLASH*

Steve Smith walked over to the end table while his Mom was preoccupied with DeAndre and grabbed his half empty beer bottle. After downing the last of the brew, he spoke up. "New Scene Mom."

Francine pulled her lips from DeAndre's black schlong and sat upright. While she sat back on her heels and softly stroked his dick, wet with her saliva, she paid keen attention to her son. 

"Up from the couch DeAndre." Steve ordered his friend with a wave of his hand, directing him to stand away from the couch. As DeAndre shuffled carefully yet stiltedly over Francine's legs his cock swung wildly, smacking her in the face with a wet *SPLAT*. 

"Watch out with that thing before you put someone's eye out." Francine giggled, swatting his bouncing penis away from her face and standing up.

Steve Smith paused for a moment, holding onto the empty beer bottle while drinking in the sensual beauty of his mother. "What?" she asked with a sunny smile, noticing his intense examination as she stood before him.

"You are just the most incredibly sexy woman on the face of the earth." He remarked. She stood somewhat wobbly from the intense exertion of the past few minutes, perched on her tall stripper heels and attired in only the tiny waistband of her cut off panties. Her skin was shimmering, glistening from the sweat of her intense sexual workout. Even her sultry makeup had taken on a gleaming sheen.