5 comments/ 116244 views/ 18 favorites Stacy's Mom Ch. 01 By: Massageguy Stacy lifted her head off the float. A red mark ran down the side of her face where the seam had left an impression, and I tired desperately to hold back a smile. Stacy, however, was clearly not smiling. She stared at me through her dark sunglasses, and though I could not see through them, it was obvious her eyes were narrowed with accusation. “Why do you ask?” She snapped suddenly. I quickly tried to back-peddle, but found myself simply back-stroking away from her in the pool, my eyes avoiding hers, and surveying Stacy’s backyard: The lounge chairs, the garden of lilacs, the silver BMW parked in the driveway that her mom drove. “You saw her car when we got here, so you know she’s back.” Stacy added, her tone as sharp as before. “I…well, I didn’t know. I thought maybe she flew and left her car here.” I muttered, still avoiding her gaze. “To the city?” “Well—“ “And why do you always ask questions about my mom?” This time, a smile did escape me. I liked Stacy very much. She had been one of my closest friends since kindergarten, but this was one of the stupidest questions I had ever heard her ask. Why do you think I ask questions about your mom? I wanted to ask. Because she’s amazingly HOT! I disappeared beneath the surface of the water before I could yell these things; before I opened my mouth causing the destruction of a fifteen-year-old friendship. Was her mom really worth that? Sitting on the bottom of the pool, I pondered this and other questions until I needed air. When I resurfaced, Stacy was out of the pool, drying her hair, and facing the other direction. My guilty conscience rose as I realized that Stacy never asked stupid questions. She had simply wanted to see my reaction to her question. The answer had sunk beneath the water: A TITANIC mistake on my part. “Stace?” Nothing. “Stacey?” She continued to ignore me, rigorously drying her hair to the extreme that I feared it would fall out. I swam up to the edge of the pool. The filter lid clapped loudly as if applauding my stupidity. I had asked Stacy if I could come home with her after school to go swimming; A question that at this point, I hardly had to ask. We were seniors in high school now. All grown up. Yet it was only September, and I didn’t need Stacy knowing I lusted after her mom with the rest of the school year ahead of us. I watched Stacy, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t a bad looking girl by any means, standing about 5’4, with strawberry blond hair and a button nose. She was often dating one guy or another after realizing we weren’t going to “work out” as they say. Looking back, I wonder if she suspected then what I knew she knew now. “You’re in love with my mom, aren’t you?” Bingo, I thought. “Look, Stacy, I know it might be wrong, but…” “Might?” She shouted. “Might be wrong?” I sank a little lower in the water. “She’s my mother!” “Stacy, can’t you see…” “Not to mention she’s 36!” Now this was not a set back for me, as Stacy’s mom looked as if she could be in our senior class. She had given birth to Stacy at 18, and it was safe to say every other woman over 30 in town, was probably extremely jealous of her knockout looks. As I was day dreaming, Stacy made a sound of disgust, tied her towel around her waist and marched towards the house. Turning once at the sliding glass door she yelled: “You’d better be gone by the time I finish dressing!” And she disappeared inside, slamming the door behind her. Well. That was it. For years, I had been hiding my secret desires for Stacy’s mom from her own daughter, and now the bubble had finally burst. I had lost my trust in Stacy, and as awful as it is to say, what was worse: I had lost any chance of winning the heart of her mom. Stacy’s beautiful mother would no doubt come charging out of the house, cursing at me for hurting her daughter. Or…would she? I had never heard Stacy’s mother get upset, and the more I thought of it, the more I realized Stacy would probably be too embarrassed to mention anything to her mother about what I had said. And there was that summer afternoon when I was all but thirteen: A scrawny little teenager, just trying to make a buck by mowing the neighbor’s lawns. Stacy had told me her mother was interested in having me mow their lawn, and my heart pounded in my chest when the front door opened, and out stepped a vision of sex. Her mother had been in nothing but a soft white towel and matching slippers. Her hair, freshly blow-dried, hung in flowing waves over her naked shoulders. I instantly stopped dead in my tracks, the mower kicking off as I released the handle. Our eyes locked, and the only sound I could hear was the faint hum of bees in the garden and the pounding inside my under-developed chest. Then she pointed and with an almost in-audible whisper said: “You missed a spot over there.” But I didn’t even turn my head to see where she was pointing. I was utterly hypnotized. She smiled then, her ravishing smile, and sauntered back inside the house. I lay on Stacy’s float in Stacy’s swimming pool, at Stacy’s house, daydreaming of Stacy’s mom. All time seemed to stop, that I must not have heard Stacy’s Jetta peeling out of the driveway. But I did hear her voice; Her mother’s sweet voice, without any hint of anger or frustration. “Well, there you are.” The voice said. And I almost fell off the tube. I looked up and saw the person of all my desires, standing at the far end of the pool. She wore a conservative business suit, which complemented her curvaceous body, and held two glasses. “Thought you could use a drink.” She said, and I slipped off the float, and swam to her, like a sailor being drawn to the sound of the sirens. She bent down to hold out my glass, and I could just glimpse the black lace of her bra down her blouse. “Th-Thanks.” I stammered, and raised the glass to my lips. Lemonade. She was still treating me like a kid. I wanted to pull her into the pool and kiss her passionately and tell her “I’m not the little boy that I used to be.” This I did not do, but I did feel bold. “What are you drinking?” I asked politely with a hint of sarcasm. She paused and answered: “Gin and tonic.” I nodded. “You must know that I just got back from a three-day business trip in the city.” I nodded again. We both took sips. I didn’t take my eyes off her. She was much taller than Stacey…5’7, maybe, with long beautiful legs that I wanted wrapped around my waist. Her eyes were bright green, like sparkling emeralds, eyes that now could not remain in contact with mine. “My daughter left here in quite a hurry.” She finally said. “Did anything happen?” What? So Stacy didn’t say anything to her mom! But Stacy’s mom obviously new her daughter left upset. “Yeah, she um…” I tried to think up an excuse for her leaving me here. “She…forgot her bag at school and had to…” “Hush.” Stacy’s mom interrupted. “I know why she left. I think we both do, don’t we?” At this, my jaw dropped. Was she implying…? I decided to play dumb. “What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling more cocky and confident now. “Why don’t you get out of the pool and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.” She said after taking another sip of her drink. Hmm. I think I liked gin and tonics. I swam to the chrome ladder on the side of the pool, smiling the whole way, but when I touched the bars, I realized my cock had grown very stiff during our conversation. I was feeling confident, but not that much. “Need some help?” She teased. Aw hell with it, I thought, and gripping the ladder with both hands, hoisted myself up and out of the pool. The reaction of Stacy’s mom was quite obvious. She stared right at my bulging bathing suit, licking her bottom lip, and for a second, I about thought she’d spill her drink. I stood taller at this reaction. After all, I really wasn’t the little boy that she used to know. Her husband had left her just weeks before I mowed her lawn all those years ago, and I wished I had been the size then that I was now. Maybe she would have invited me inside. Yet now she was. Before I knew it, she had taken my hand in hers and was leading me into the house! My heart raced, just as it had when I was fifteen, and I thought that at any minute, I would wake up in bed, with my boxers wet. She led me into the living room and pointed to the couch Stacy and I had sat on so many times watching TV. But everything was different now. It could have been a new couch. Her Mom took off her suit jacket and tossed it on the floor. Then she gazed down at me sitting there on the couch and smiled like she had the day I mowed her lawn. But this smile was even more seductive. She reached down and took my hand in hers and brought it to the top button of her heaving chest. Her eyes and her smile said “unbutton me” and that’s exactly what I did. With each button undone, I could see more of her lacy black bra, and as I had unbuttoned her completely, her flat, soft, tummy faced me. Now she stood in her skirt, bra, and pumps, her hair flowing over one shoulder, and she tilted her head, smiling, and reached behind her back. My heart leapt in my chest as if hearing a starting gun for the 400-meter. This is it! As her bra dropped to the floor, my jaw dropped with it, and Stacy’s mom giggled. Her breasts were so beautiful; round and supple, firm yet soft, and her nipples pointed out to me, like two pink erasers. She took both my hands now and placed them on her tits, then closed her eyes as I began to feel, for the first time, this angel I had so wanted. “Mmmmm” she moaned and then opening her eyes, her gaze turned from seductive to lust. She came to me, straddling me on the couch, her skirt riding up a little and her soft thighs touching mine. One hand combed through my damp hair, but it was her other hand that I watched. She lifted up her right breast so that her nipple was only inches from my lips. “Go ahead.” She whispered. “Suck on mommy.” The words had such an impact that I instantly did as I was told, wrapping my lips around her and sucking like a nursing baby. This time, it was my turn to moan, although hers became louder, filling the house with her sound. “MMmmmmm, Yessssssss” she sang, my tongue rolling in circles around her candy-like nipple, my hands squeezing all around it. And that’s when I felt it, a warm drop of liquid on my tongue. Stacy’s mom responded instantly, for she could feel it too. Her eyes looked down at me with embarrassment and shock, but still sucking, I looked back at her with need and want and love. I had tasted a drop of milk in my mouth, and given her expression, I could tell this had not happened in a real long time. But then she began to smile once again, taking my head in both of her hands, and pushing my lips against her tit. “Drink baby. Mommy will nurse you.” I began to taste more drops. Somehow my sucking was jogging the memory of breastfeeding deep inside her, and after all these years, she had started producing milk again: Right here. This woman, this mother of my friend was nursing me, and I was swallowing every drop. All of a sudden, her nipple popped out of my mouth with a wet sound, as Stacy’s mom fell to the left side of me on the couch. She was positioning herself, still holding me close. “Sorry baby, I wanted to lay down. Come here now.” She said softly, and I crawled up her body, kissing up her tummy, as I came to her other nipple already moist from milk. I fluttered my eyelashes over her, before taking her deep into my hungry mouth and she arched her back on the couch, giving me her milk. By this point, my cock was practically ripping through my wet bathing suit, and I was soaking her skirt. “Where are my manners?” she asked, reading my mind, and somehow, at the same time, we repositioned ourselves so that I was lying with my back on the couch, and Stacy’s mom was straddling me. She kissed me long and wet on the mouth, and I could tell she liked tasting her milk on my lower lip, sucking long on it. Then she began nibbling down my chest, her teeth grazing over me, sending a tingling sensation all throughout my body. When she got to my bathing suit, I watched breathlessly, hardly standing my own excitement. What she did next almost made me cum in my suit. She leaned over me, gripping my cock through my suit and opened her mouth around the head, and gently bit down on the most sensitive part of a man’s body. It didn’t hurt, but felt like a 1,000 volts of pleasure ripping through me. She giggled again, and slowly began tugging off my bathing suit. Enough games, I imaged her thinking. I want to see his cock. I helped, by lifting my ass up off the couch, as she slid my wet shorts all the way down my legs in one sweeping motion. Then she gasped. For several seconds she just stared down at me, her pouty lips trying to speak. Then she said: “My, you really have grown up, haven’t you?” All I could do was nod and smile, and fight back an orgasm as she lowered her head and began to take my cock into her mouth. She sucked and slurped my cock, and I arched my back at the sensation. She looked so good with her eyes shut and her lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft, and she must have known I was close to cumming several different time, because she would take me out of her mouth and flick the tip of her tongue teasingly over the head of my cock before sliding it back inside. As she sucked, cupped my balls in her hands, tugging gently, and soon she began sliding her wet tongue down the back of my cock and started lapping at my balls. I tugged her hair, trying to push her head even closer. Then, trailing her tongue up my body she whispered in my ear: “My name is Kirston.” “Kirston.” I repeated the name like a child learning a new word. And the thought dawned on me that I had never known Stacy’s mom real name. “Kir… “But you can call me mommy.” She said and kissed my cheek. “Do you want to taste mommy’s pussy?” She purred. I nodded, and she stood, unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside. She wore a little black thong, which I removed myself, quickly peeling it off her and she moaned at my impatience. Placing her hands on the armrest above my head, she straddling me, with one foot was on the floor next to the couch and the other tucked on my side. Her pussy was already dripping wet, and she lowered it down over my mouth. I quickly licked up the drops of nectar that were about to fall, then began to kiss and suck on her puffy pink lips. “Mmmmmmm, that’s it baby, suck on mommy.” She cooed, and I obliged, now parting her lips and pushing my wet tongue deep inside her. She pushed herself lower and I felt my tongue slipping deeper inside. I could not have guessed that she had once given birth, because her pussy was so tight, the walls clasping my welcoming tongue, hugging it lovingly as if it had waited for this moment for many years. She tasted so good; so sweet. My hands reached around and I felt Kirston’s beautiful ass for the first time. Two soft round cheeks and smooth as cream. I squeezed both cheeks in my hands as I sucked her clit between my lips, and I heard her gasp in surprise. Then she began to fuck my mouth. Gyrating her hips on top of me. “Yessss!!! Ohhh, mmmmm, yesssss! I’m gonna cum!! I kept slipping my tongue in and out, giving the inside and outside of her pussy equal attention, until I felt her thighs shake, and she let out the sexiest scream I had ever heard. “Ahhhhh, I’m CUMMING!!!!!! She suddenly flooded my mouth with warm spurts of juice that I hungrily gulped, then continued sucking and fucking her pussy, until she collapsed on top of my body, my cock only inches from her slit. She kissed my lips, tasting her cum, and we both breathed deeply. “I want to fuck you.” I finally said, but she seemed to hesitate. “We’ve been so bad already.” She said looking worried. “But don’t you want me to—“ “Ohh yes, more than ever.” She said smiling, pressing her tits to my chest. I could tell she had already changed her mind. “But not here.” Damn. Did we have to wait a week? A month? Meet at a hotel? “In the bedroom.” She said softly, standing up. I quickly got off the couch, and took her hand, this time leading her. We walked down the hall towards her bedroom. The room I had tried to peek inside so many times growing up, but never stepping inside. Now, I would finally get to see where… Kirston stopped, and I turned to see what was wrong. She looked down at her feet for a moment like a little girl with a big secret. Then she spoke. “No. Not that bedroom.” She couldn’t mean… “My daughter’s bed.” And she bit her lower lip, waiting for my response. Speechless, I could only nod, and she led me farther down the hall and into Stacy’s room. This was so naughty, but at the same time, so kinky I couldn’t back down. I would be fucking my best friend’s mom on her own bed! We frantically pushed the stuffed animals off on to the floor and Kirston got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass in the air. “Fuck me quick!” She pleaded. “Before I chicken out and we go into my room.” She said anxiously, looking back at me over her shoulder. I moved behind her, grabbing her hips, the tip of my cock finding her dripping pussy in an instant. “MMMmmm, yes, hurry!” Then I pushed inside, and it was as if we had melted into one another. I almost came right then, it felt so good. “Harder!” she pleaded, and I began to thrust my cock in and out of her, as she moved her ass forward and back, the bedsprings squeaking. “Yeah, you like fucking your friend’s mommy, don’t you Jordan?” Oh my god! She said my name! “You’re such a good motherfucker…I wish you were my son and could fuck me every day!” “I will.” I grunted, pounding into her again, driving her face into her daughter’s pillows, my balls slapping her ass. She moaned and reached under, fingering her clit. I reached under and squeezed her tits, feeling the last drops of warm milk on my palms, her nipples like small pebbles. Then she looked back at me, her tousled hair in her face and between thrusts asked: “Do you….ughh…want to fuck….mmmmm..m..mmommys ass?” It was a question I always dreamed I’d hear her say. “Mmmm, you’re a naughty mommy, aren’t you?” I teased. “You want me deep in your butt?” “Ohhhhh yessss! Fuck me in my ass!” And she slipped off my cock and reaching back, spread her luscious creamy cheeks. I could see her little pink asshole, and it looked very… “Tight.” She finished my thought. “I’m sooo tight, so go slow.” My cock was dripping from her juice, and I knew this would help. Inching up behind her, I took my cock in my hand and guided it to her naughty hole. As soon as she felt the head kiss her crack, she moaned into the pillow and pushed her ass back. I gazed at her asshole blossoming in front of me; opening for the head of my cock and swallowing it in. She felt so tight and so warm. Then she squeezed her ass, hugging the tip of cock and then relaxed, letting me inch deeper inside her butt. “Mmmmm, that’s it baby. Fuck mommy’s ass.” Inching my knees higher up on the bed, I pushed with my hips and felt my cock slide all the way up to the base. She whimpered as if in pain, but quickly started moaning once more. “Soooo DEEP!” She screamed. “FUCK ME!!” OHH PLEASE FUCK ME!!” This was it. I had passed the point of no return and I knew I was about to cum. She seemed to sense my cock throb inside her. “Cum in mommy’s ass baby!” “I’m gonna….mmmmm…” I felt it rising deep inside me, about to explode. “YES!” “I’m gonna….mommmy….I’m GONNA ….UHH…I’m CUMMING!!” “MMMMmm, CUM BABY!” And I did. I erupted deep and tight inside her ass, torrents of warm cum shooting up inside her. She came seconds later, pushing her hips back, as I held her shoulders, thrusting again and again, her ass milking the last drops of cum, and our voices loud enough for the whole block to hear. Stacy's Mom Ch. 01 We lay on Stacy’s bed, panting, my cock still nestled inside her cum soaked bowels, my face up by Kirston’s face, both of us panting, her sweet perfume filling my senses. All time seemed to stop. And then, a voice. “Mom?” We rolled over, still locked together and froze at the person in the doorway. Stacy. She stared at us with an expression of puzzlement rather than anger, then tilted her head, placed her hands on her hips, and smiled. THE END Stacy's Mom Ch. 02 Stacy stood under the threshold like a nightclub bouncer who just happened to be a cute 18-year old girl. I knew this would be my last sight, for Stacy would surely kill us both in a mad rage at any moment. It wasn't a bad sight either. Surely better than the front of a speeding train or jagged rocks one hundred feet below. I stared back at my longtime friend and I began to realize that if her mom, who's ass my cock was still engorged inside of, had not been the object of my lust, well then, Stacy and I may just have worked. Stacy merely stared back at me. She had smiled when I had first looked up, but the expression had merely swept across her face like a soft breeze, allowing her stoic gaze to return. She's flipped. I thought. That's why she smiled. For what seemed like an eternity, no one spoke. Then Stacy's lips parted and broke the silence. "Well, well." She said, tilting her head to the side again, "I was wondering how long it would take you two." What did she say? I stammered, and began to try to free myself from her mom's ass. "Don't you dare move." Stacy said sharply, pointing a finger directly at me, and I froze, my cock halfway out. I could not see Kirston's face, but it sounded almost as if she were grinning, if it is at all possible to hear a grin. But why? Nervous laughter? She was just in as much trouble as I was. Stacy walked slowly into the room, and I wondered if she had picked up any moves from her mom. She seemed to saunter, her hips moving her in the direction she wanted to go. She reached the end of the bed and sat down in such a meticulous manner as if trying not to disturb the position of the two naked people before her. What a stupid thought. She's just getting closer for the kill. Surely she has some concealed weapon on her that... "Well?" Stacy said impatiently. I cleared my throat and tried to speak. "Um...what?" "Aren't you going to continue?" At this point I did hear Stacy's mom. She moaned a long pleasurable moan and wiggled her ass so that I could feel the sensations spiraling through my cock. "Stacy?" I asked, utterly confused. "Yes?" "Um, aren't you mad?" Stacy sat on the side of her bed, her hands in her lap and I could tell she was thinking of how to answer the question. "Yes Jordan, I was upset. I know you've had a crush on my mom for a long time now, but I didn't know for sure until this afternoon when you were so totally obvious about it." She paused, bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands. "I have always wanted to be more than your friend Jordan, and you made it clear today that you only wanted my mom." I was still confused. If Stacy was so upset, why hadn't she thrown me out of her room by now? And why calmly confess these things to me in front of her mom? Was she trying to tell both of us something? I had so many questions, but before I could start asking them, Stacy's mom spoke. I could feel her velvety voice through her back and against my chest. Like her daughter's voice, it was calm, without a mild trace of tension. "So she let you Jordan." She said. "My little girl wanted you so much that she let you have her own mother." What?? Then Stacy spoke again. "When I left you in the pool and came inside the house I was really angry. I was sobbing...just a wreck. I decided to finally approach mom about everything. I told her how frustrated I was with the whole situation, how I felt about you, and that I finally knew without a doubt that you wanted to...well...I was shocked when mom suggested this plan." "P-plan?" I mumbled. "Yes dear." Stacy's mom cooed. "I suggested to Stacy that she leave the house and I would seduce you while she was gone; so that all your desires for me could be fulfilled. And we would both be getting something out of it, as I had not had a good fuck in a long while." Stacy gasped, but quickly smiled. "She was shocked by my suggestion at first, as you've just seen, but it soon made sense. Didn't it honey?" "Mhmm." Stacy replied. Her mom continued. "And now that you've fulfilled your fantasy of fucking your friend's mom, I'll leave you two alone. You must have a lot to discuss." And with that, Stacy's mom began to slide slowly off my cock. "I said don't move mother." Stacy was now pointing her finger at her mom. I suddenly knew what was to come, and as my heart raced in my chest, I watched the scene unfurl before my eyes with the delight of a child on Christmas morning. "What, honey?" Stacy's mom asked, her question laced with hopeful anticipation. "Please continue. I was hoping to come home and catch you two in the act." Stacy pouted. "Well, we've just finished sweetheart." But before her mom could pull off my cock, Stacy lunged forward, and with both hands, gripped my ass and pushed forward, causing all of my shaft to submerge itself into the warmth of her mother's ass. "Ohhhhhh." Her mom and I both exhaled in unison. "You're not done with him yet mom." Stacy said. "This was your idea, remember?" Then she moved her hands from my ass to my own hands, guiding them towards her mom's beautiful round breasts. "There you go." She said lovingly, and her mom moaned as I began to fondle them in my hands, my palms grazing gently over her hard nipples. Soon, at Stacy's request, I was fucking her mother's ass again, pumping in and out of her tight little hole, my head spinning with excitement. As if being watched by Stacy didn't turn me on enough, she had kicked off her shoes, sat up on the bed, and started talking dirty. Words and phrases I had never before heard my friend utter were now pouring from her cute little mouth as she began to squeeze her own tits through her t-shirt as she watched us. "You like that mommy? You like it when my friend fucks you? You're such a slut, aren't you mommy?" "Mmmmm, ohh YES!" Was her mother's response, as I drove my cock up her ass to my balls, and she squealed with pleasure. Then Stacy did something that made me swoon. Lying on her tummy, she crawled up towards her mom's ass, licking her lips and flicking her gaze up to me. "Slide it out slowly, but not all the way." She purred. And her mom moaned at her daughter's request. I did as I was told and slowly, inch after inch, slid my cock from mommy's asshole, the wet slurping sounds bouncing off every wall of Stacy's bedroom. Her mom reached up and grabbed the headboard and I could feel her muscles pushing, shitting my cock out. "There. Stop." Stacy said abruptly, the head of my cock almost visible. Then she bowed her head as if in prayer and I felt her soft, wet tongue slide down the length of my cock to her mom's pink puckered star. I arched my back at the feeling, trying desperately to hold back the load of cum that my balls had been producing over the past ten minutes. I looked down, hoping I could see what I felt, her tongue working its way up and down, but Stacy's head was completely blocking my view. I grabbed a handful of her strawberry blond hair and simply closed my eyes. "Now slide slowly back in." She whispered. I did so, and her lips and tongue were there to greet every inch of my cock, like cups of water handed out to a marathon runner. "I...I'm gonna cum soon!" I said. "No! Not yet!" Stacy said sharply, and suddenly, my eyes were open as I felt my cock leave its warm home. Stacy's mom had turned around and now gazed at Stacy and I with a devilish grin on her face. "I really do want to see you to get...together." She said with a wink, and Stacy leaned in and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I could taste both her mom and myself on her tongue, but it only added to my hunger. I held her close to me, kissing my friend for the first time like I had never kissed her before. It was such a passionate kiss, that I felt my cheeks go hot, Stacy's tongue dancing over mine, and her nails on my back. I lay her down on the bed and quickly began removing her clothes, pulling her t-shirt up and over her head, our breaths both getting harder. Stacy's mom leaned in and began to jerk my cock in her hand as I undressed her daughter, and as she leaned over Stacy, I saw Stacy's eyes go wide. Her mom's puffy, shaved pussy hovered right over her daughters face, and as I was unzipping Stacy's jean cutoffs, I saw a sight that made me stop: Stacy and her mother were practically in a 69 position, and it looked as if Stacy was about to do something she had never done. She slowly lifted her head off the bed and parting her lips, slid her tongue out and dragged it right down the length of her mommy's slit. Kirston stopped as suddenly as I had, and her eyelids began to flutter. She looked at me innocently, as if to ask, "How can you be kissing me there if you're here?" and then let out a sound that would make any man's shorts suddenly wet. She reached up and grabbed my shoulders for support as Stacy began to eat out her mother's delicious pussy, and I softly whispered to her mom: "She can't help it. You are too irresistible, even for your own daughter." My remark clearly made her even wetter, for now Stacy began to make erotic moaning sounds as she drank the flowing juices from her mommy's wet pussy. I took Kirston's hands in mine, and with a reassuring smile helped her to lie down on her back. Stacy and I quickly changed positions, so that both of our mouths were inches away from our mommy's yummy pussy. "Ohhhh yess, please! Please lick me!" She began to beg. "Lick mommy's pussy!" And we did. Kirston's daughter, and for all practical purposes, her adopted son, were now slipping both their tongues into her dripping slit. Then Stacy and I took turns, she pushing her tongue deep inside, as I sucked on her swollen clit. Then, as Stacy sucked her mom's clit into her mouth, I began to slide two fingers deep inside. Mommy was in bliss. Her tousled hair was strewn about the pillow and over her face as she spread her legs wider, and lifted her hips off the bed to meet each tongue and finger. As we both sensed her getting closer and closer to cumming, we sucked and slurped and fingered harder and wetter and deeper. "Ohh,Ohhh...I'm...gonna...I'm...Ohhh...I'm CUMMING!!! Stacy's mom gushed in her climax, sending juice into both my mouth and Stacy's. We lapped up every drop then climbed up on either side of her, draping our arms and legs over her body, as she held us close. Stacy looked over her mom's heaving breasts at me and smiled. "Now I know why you wanted my mom so much." And her mom giggled. "I've actually thought about doing that for a while mommy." Stacy then said. "So I guess I have Jordan to thank for a lot of things." "Well then thank him honey!" Kirston said. "The boy wants to cum!" Stacy flashed me a naughty grin, then climbed over her mom and straddled me. I bit my lower lip as I felt the lips of her pussy kiss the tip of my cock, glistening with pre-cum. Her mom sat up on her elbows to watch. "Don't be such a cocktease Stacy!" She scolded. I know how desperately you want to fuck him." And as she finished the sentence, Stacy lowered herself completely over my cock, making the cutest wince and hunching her shoulders up. "Mmmmmmmm" She moaned and began riding my cock, sliding up and down slowly then a little faster. "That's a good girl." Her mom said. "Ride his cock." Then she turned her back to us, reaching towards the nightstand. Stacy leaned over me and pressed her tits against my chest. They were smaller than her mom's but still a good size, and her skin was just as silky. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around one of her rock hard nipples and began to suck softly as she fucked me. "Yes! That feels so good!" She panted, and I sucked harder, pulling her into my mouth and nibbling like a thirsty baby. Just then, Stacy's eyes got wide again and her mouth dropped open. I figured she was about to cum, but then I noticed her mom was on her knees behind her. What was she up to? "Lean over sweetie." Kirston told her daughter, and Stacy pressed her body towards mine again, her skin covered in goose flesh, and I saw the reason why. Mommy had put on a strap on, and was proceeding to push the thick rubber cock against Stacy's puckered ass. Clearly mommy wanted to be in on the action again. "Mommy's gonna help you cum baby." She sang. "Ohh please mommy." Stacy begged. "Do you want to be sandwiched between your best friend and your sexy mommy?" "Mmmm...uh huh." Stacy nodded, the overwhelming look of pleasure in her face as her mom pushed her cute cheeks apart and began to enter her daughter's tight asshole. As she slid deeper and deeper inside, she reached under and played with Stacy's clit as she rode my cock, and it drove Stacy completely over the edge. "Cum with me!" she pleaded to me and she pulled at my hair as we both came, my cock unloading wave after wave inside her bouncing pussy. It felt so good and so right to be fucking Stacy, like it was the culmination of so many things, and as she collapsed on my body, I squeezed her tightly, as her mom leaned over her daughters shoulder and brushed the strands of wet hair off my forehead. ... The three of us fell fast asleep in Stacy's bed, and after waking and finding the sun had set, we all went skinny dipping under the stars. I felt like I was in ancient Greece, making love to two beautiful, naked, sirens in the dark water. Half way through our swim, Stacy had to run inside to pee. Her mom and I waited twenty seconds and then followed. But that, they say, is another story.