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Stacy's Mom Pt. 02

By: ReggaeMan



Chapter 3

As the two recovered from their exertions, they didn't hear the sound of the BMW pulling into the circular drive and into the garage. Stacy's mom got out of the silver Beemer and lugged her suitcase into the house. She'd managed to catch and early flight home, but she was dog tired from her business trip, and she was looking forward to climbing into her whirlpool tub and relaxing. 

She called out to Stacy, but getting no answer, she assumed her daughter must be out. Her mom, Lois, was staying with Stacy, but it didn't surprise Stacy's mom that Lois hadn't heard her come in. Her hearing was getting worse every year.

She climbed the stairs to her master suite. On the way, she passed by the guest room and saw Lois asleep in her leather recliner while the television blared. It was tuned to one of those afternoon talk shows that Stacy's mom found so irritating. She tip-toed into the room and turned the volume down before proceeding on to her room.

She dropped her suitcase on the floor and kicked off her high heels. She jokingly said that, after a day of walking around in 5-inch heels, the feeling of taking them off was just about as good as an orgasm. 

She padded across the floor in her stockings, pausing at the mini-fridge where she grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay and a chilled wine glass before heading to the bathroom.

Her bathroom was as big as most people's bedroom, and that didn't include the walk-in closet that essentially doubled the size of the room. Large windows lined the wall near the Jacuzzi tub. The glass was specially treated so that when she flicked a switch, the glass would turn opaque. She didn't understand the science behind it, but it was pretty cool technology, but the truth of the matter was that she rarely used it. First of all, her back yard was secluded enough that you'd basically have to climb into a tree to see into her bathroom, and second, Stacy's mom was somewhat of an exhibitionist at heart, and she wasn't really too worried about someone catching a peek at her body.

She was in her late 30s, having had Stacy when she was only 20 years old, and she still couldn't get used to the idea that she had a 19-year-old daughter.

She went over to the tub and turned on the water to begin filling it. That's when she noticed Stacy and her boyfriend lying on the pool beach. It looked like they were asleep. Not for the first time, Stacy's mom wondered if her daughter was still a virgin. She doubted it — not with a boyfriend like Wayne. There was something about him that she couldn't quite figure out. He just seemed to have a lot more confidence than she remembered having at his age. 

She began stripping off her clothes, removing the tight white blouse that was professional while still being provocative. The tight straight skirt came next, revealing the thong underwear and garter belt that held up the hose. Stacy's mom couldn't stand panty hose, and besides, the garter belt made her feel incredibly sexy. She popped the clasps on the garters and, placing one foot on her dressing table stool, rolled the nylon down her leg. She repeated the process with the other leg and then shimmied out of the garter. 

She released the front clasp of her Victoria Secret bra to reveal her large breasts, both delighted at being freed from their bondage. She pressed them together and massaged them briefly to restore the circulation. Her nipples hardened immediately, not so much from the manual stimulation as from the cool air in the house. 

She stepped out of the thong and walked over to the tub. The water was hot, but it felt good on her sore muscles. She always felt like she had been physically beaten after a long day of travel. She lay back in the tub, and allowed the pleasure of the water to wash over her and lull her to sleep.

***

Stacy opened her eyes and realized that she had dozed off. She noticed that Wayne had put her bikini back on her while she slept, and in fact, he was still sleeping next to her. 

All of the sudden, she remembered her promise to him. "Maybe he'll forget," she thought, but quickly discarded that idea. There was no way he was going to forget that she promised to suck him off. 

"Well," she thought, "I did promise." Even as that thought ran through her head, she realized that she was kind of excited by the idea. After all, a bunch of her friends said they had done it, and they talked about how as long as they gave good head, their guys would follow them anywhere.

Stacy looked over at Wayne's sleeping form. His legs were hanging down into the water, and she could see the bulge of his cock through his swimsuit. 

"Why not?" she thought, looking around to make sure no one had come out onto the terrace while they slept. 

Moving quietly, she slid down the beach and into the pool, which was about 4 feet deep where the beach dropped off. She was able to stand comfortably, and she moved between Wayne's legs, being careful not to wake him up.

Leaning down, she began placing kisses on the outline of his cock and balls. The young man started to stir. She placed her mouth over his balls and blew her warm breath through the fabric of his trunks. That elicited a soft moan from him.

Moving back up, her kisses became more fervent as his cock continued to grow until it extended to the waistband of his shorts. She could actually see the head when she looked down into his shorts. Her little pink tongue snaked out to lick the tip when she noticed a small drop of pre-cum forming at the opening. She scooped it up, tasting the thick, slightly salty fluid, and didn't find it distasteful at all.

She grasped the drawstring on his suit, and untied it. There was no way she was going to get the suit off of him without him waking up, so she began to rub him through the fabric, stroking the long shaft and cupping his balls.

Wayne awoke to one of the greatest feelings known to man — a beautiful young woman caressing him.

"Did you have a good nap?" she asked.

"Uh huh," he said, stretching.

"I've been thinking about my promise," she said.

"And?" 

"I want these off of you," she said without preamble.

Wayne looked around to make sure they were alone, and then lifted his hips from the shallow water and slid the trunks down his legs. Stacy pulled them all the way off and tossed them across the pool.

"Hey! What if someone comes out?" he complained. 

"Well, I guess you'd better stay in the deep end until they're gone," she said deviously. 

With his suit out of her way, Stacy leaned between his legs and ran her tongue across his balls. He groaned in appreciation. She took one into her mouth, and he sucked in his breath, feeling somewhat alarmed that her teeth were now wrapped around his huevos. 

He felt her tongue dance over his sensitive balls and decided that the feeling was amazing. 

***

Stacy's mom awoke with a start. She had been having a dream, an erotic dream to be exact. She was lying in a cabana being pleasured by and pleasuring three young men. Her pussy was tingling, and she reached under the water to run her fingers through her slit. She leisurely played with herself, using one hand to circle her clit while the other squeezed her breast.

She wasn't sure what possessed her to do it, but it probably had something to do with the young men in her dream, but she looked out the big glass window onto the pool, and what she saw took her breath away.

Her daughter, Stacy, was between her boyfriend's knees engulfing his impressive cock in her mouth. She watched as Stacy took his rod deep into her mouth, and even from her second-floor bathroom, Stacy's mom could see her daughter gag slightly from taking it a little too deep.

Instead of being horrified, she was proud of her daughter's obvious "skills." She was a woman after all, and old enough for sex. Stacy backed off of Wayne's cock and holding it upright, she licked the delicate area just under the head. She swallowed him again and sucked on it for a moment before running her tongue down the length to his balls. She sucked one, then the other into her mouth. While she was doing that, her hand was pumping up and down his shaft, keeping him hard and primed.

Stacy's mom couldn't help but slip her fingers between her legs and touch herself as she watched the erotic display below. It had been a while since she'd been with a man. Since her husband had walked out on them, she sworn off men for a while. Frankly, she had a lot of trust issues. She'd gotten quite adept at taking care of her own needs, but she realized watching her daughter perform oral sex on Wayne that it wasn't the same. 

She slid out of the water and onto the edge of the tub, where she could recline against the marble wall while she watched the show below and continued to frig herself.

Her daughter had returned Wayne's cock to her mouth, and she was moving her head up and down in conjunction with the fist she had wrapped around the shaft. Whenever her jaw became tired, she would release the head from its moist prison and use her tongue and fist to keep building to his orgasm. 

"Tell me when you're about to cum. I want to taste you," she said as she took him back into her mouth. 

Wayne put his hand on her head and began thrusting his hips gently, forcing his cock into her throat. He could hear her gag slightly, but she didn't let up.

Stacy's mom pinched her nipples and drove two fingers into her own hole as she watched the young lovers. She allowed her little finger to penetrate her anus so that she was filled both fore and aft. She released her nipple and used one hand to circle her clit rapidly while the other kept both her holes occupied. She was spread obscenely wide, and she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror and smiled at the lewd, horny woman looking back at her. 

By the pool, Wayne's thrusts were becoming more aggressive. He was now fucking Stacy's face, and she knew it wouldn't be long.

She heard him groan "Now!" loudly and make one final thrust into her mouth before he unloaded his sperm-filled balls. A warm swath of semen coated her tongue and the back of her throat, and she swallowed knowing the next blast would follow in seconds. He didn't disappoint her. The second shot was even bigger than the first, and she felt the gooey liquid seeping out around his cock and dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. She was trying desperately to swallow it all, but before she could get load number 2 down, load number 3 filled her mouth again and she more or less gave up. She swallowed as best she could and allowed the rest to leak out of her mouth. 

Wayne's orgasm started to subside, and he loosened the grip he had on her head. She continued to suck on him, pulling out the last drops, before withdrawing from his now softening penis.

Stacy's mom could see the cum glistening on her daughter's face like shiny pearls. "Oh my God, she swallowed the whole thing," and that realization pushed her over the edge as she convulsed with her own orgasm. It was so violent that she slipped off her perch on the edge of the tub and slid back down into the water, causing waves that cascaded over the side and onto the marble floors. 

As she recovered, she looked down at her daughter who was now licking Wayne's cock, cleaning all the cum off his shaft and balls, gently and deliberately. Wayne looked like he was in heaven, and Stacy's mom couldn't blame him. She had had men in a similar position, and she understood what it meant to hold the power to please in your hand. 

She watched as Stacy finished her task and then saw the girl swim across the pool to retrieve Wayne's trunks. He slipped them back on, and they kissed. They broke apart laughing and jumped into the pool and began playing like all kids do when they get in the water. 

Stacy's mom decided it was about time for her to announce her presence. She climbed out of the tub and grabbed a big fluffy towel off of the towel warmer. She wrapped it around her torso and went to the sink to comb out her long blond hair, much like her daughter's.

After she removed the tangles, she padded into the bedroom and opened the double French doors that led out onto the terrace overlooking the pool. 

"Hey, you two. Looks like you've been having fun."

"Mom!" Stacy said in a surprised voice. "When did you get home? I thought you weren't coming in until later. How long have you been here?" she asked with trepidation.

"Long enough," her mother replied with a pause, "to take a nice relaxing bath." I didn't want to disturb you two." 

Stacy gulped and wondered what, if anything, her mother might have seen. She realized that the beach was easily visible from her mother's bathroom.

"How are you, Wayne?" Stacy's mom asked.

"I'm doing great," he said with a grin that was just a little too big. "How was your trip?"

"Long and tiring. I'm glad to be home. Oh, by the way, can you come over and mow the lawn tomorrow.

"Sure thing," he said. "I'll do it after school."

"Oh," Stacy said disappointedly. "I have volleyball practice after school tomorrow. I guess I won't get to see you."

"Don't worry. As big as your yard is, I'll probably still be working on it when you get home."

"OK, we'll see you tomorrow then," Stacy's mom said, as she turned to go back into her bedroom. Although, she didn't see Wayne's eyes follow her retreat, she knew that they were there. The strategically placed towel couldn't hide everything, and looking up at the terrace from the pool would have given him an eyeful. The exhibitionist in her enjoyed the thought of him catching a glimpse of her nakedness beneath the towel. After all, what harm could come of it?

Chapter 4

Wayne mowed the lawn while Stacy's mom watched from the window of her second story bedroom. He had removed his shirt, and she could see the sweat gleam off of his tanned athletic body.

"He's delicious," a voice behind her said. Stacy's mom was so focused on the young man working feverously in her yard, that she was slightly startled when she felt her best friend's hands encircle her waist.

Karen leaned down to kiss her friend's neck, which she tilted to grant greater access, but she didn't take her eyes off of Wayne.

"You want him, don't you?" Karen asked, reaching one hand up to grasp her bikini-clad breast and squeezing it playfully.

"He's just a kid," Stacy's mom said lamely. 

"He looks like a man to me," Karen replied, rubbing her own breasts against her friend's back.

"Yes, he does, doesn't he," she sighed, starting to react to what Karen was doing to her.

The two women were obviously more than just friends. They were, as they say nowadays, friends with benefits.

Since Stacy's dad had walked out on them a couple of years before, Stacy's mom had more or less given up on men, but she still had needs, and her former college roommate did an excellent job of meeting them.

The two had dabbled in a lesbian relationship in college when neither of them had a boyfriend, but it wasn't a committed lifestyle for either of them.

Karen was definitely the aggressor. She'd come on to Stacy's mom one night in the dorm when they had been drinking wine and lamenting how the men in their life were either pigs or lousy lovers or both.

Karen had commented that a man couldn't possibly know how to please a woman like another woman could. She then proceeded to prove her point to Stacy's mom, and when Karen was done, she believed her.

"I'll be right back," Karen said, "just keep watching him. Think about all of the things you'd like to do to him and vice-versa."

She didn't have to tell Stacy's mom twice. The idea of taking the young man's cock in her mouth like her daughter had done yesterday made her wet, and she slipped her hand down the front of her bikini bottom to play with her clit.

Karen emerged from the closet and saw her friend touching herself. There's something incredibly erotic about a woman with her hand in her panties pleasuring herself. 

She watched for a minute before coming up behind her friend and untying the string holding her bikini top in place. She slipped the strings off her shoulders, forcing her momentarily to abandon her masturbation to allow the top to fall to the floor. 

Karen kissed her friends back while she reached around to cup her large breasts, lifting them and pushing them together. 

She slid her hand down her flat stomach and into the bikini bottom to join in the masturbation. Their fingers jockeyed for position, complementing each other and bringing Stacy's mom closer to orgasm.

"I want you to think about him taking you from behind," Karen whispered in her ear. It was at that moment that she pressed her groin into Stacy's mom's ass, eliciting a gasp from the woman when she felt the unnatural bulge pressed against her buttocks.

In her foray into the closet, Karen had donned one of their toys, a 7-inch strap-on dildo, and she was pressing it into her friend's perfect ass.

Karen grasped the bikini in her fingers and tugged the material down. Stacy's mom stepped out of the bottoms, now completely naked in front of the large window and still watching as Wayne worked his way back and forth across the 2-acre yard.

Karen was on her knees behind her. Stacy's mom bent over at the waist, placing her hands against the glass and spread her legs wider to give her lover access.

Karen placed kisses on the woman's ass, extending her tongue and running over the curvy flesh. Then, she arched her neck and buried her tongue in the pussy before her. 

"You want him to fuck you, don't you?" she asked between licks.

"Yes," Stacy's mom replied. 

"Would you bend over like this for him?"

"Oh yes."

"What if he wanted to fuck you here?" she asked, suddenly stiffening her tongue and inserting it into her anus.

"Oh, God, Oh," she moaned. "No ... I mean ... maybe ... oh, yes ... if he wanted to."

Karen smiled as she returned to her pussy, licking up and down the slit adding her own saliva to the natural lubrication being created by her body.

"Umm, maybe we could do him together," she suggested. "I bet that would blow his mind."

Stacy's mom was only half listening now. She was too wrapped up in the fantasy of making love to Wayne and what Karen was doing to her pussy. 

Karen kissed her way back up her friend's body until she was standing behind the bent-over woman.

Karen took the dildo in her hands and slid it between the wet lips of her lover's pussy. Using her hips, she thrust it back and forth, coating it with lubrication before setting the large tip against her opening. 

Gently, she worked the silicone toy into her friend, who was thrusting her hips back to take it more deeply with each thrust.

"That's it, baby, fuck me. Fuck me, Wayne. Stick that big cock inside my wet pussy." Stacy's mom was totally into the fantasy now.

Karen picked up the pace, banging the dildo into her with a quickening pace. Her own groin was slapping the ass in front of her, and she looked down to watch the dildo penetrate the slippery hole. She withdrew so that only the tip was still inserted, and then she slammed it back in, drawing grunts from Stacy's mom, who had to brace herself against the glass to keep from falling over. 

"That's it, take it. Of course a tramp like you would want that hot young stud to pummel your pussy and your ass."

"Oh yes, that's it, Wayne. Make me take it. I'm yours. Fuck me, baby. Fill me with her hot cum."

Karen's hand came down with a loud slap on her ass, and Stacy's mom squealed in shock. "You like that too, don't you?"

But Stacy's mom was no longer responding. Her eyes were locked on the hard body of the teenager outside her window, and she totally believed it was him pounding her pussy into submission. 

Karen reached around to manipulate her friend's clit while continuing to drive into her. That proved to be the thing that pushed her over the top, and Stacy's mom, ground her ass back onto the dildo as her pussy contracted around it. She grabbed her own breast and squeezed it roughly, pulling at the nipple as her mouth hung open, gasping for air. 


Stacy's Mom Pt. 02



Karen allowed the dildo to slip out of her friend's open gash, and it hung there from the harness, glistening in the sun. She turned Stacy's mom around, and took her in her arms, gently stroking her hair and kissing her as her friend recovered. 

"Wow," Stacy's mom finally said, "I think you may have hit upon a pent-up desire."

"Ya think?" Karen replied sarcastically, and both women laughed. 

Wayne was just about finished, and Stacy's mom slipped her bikini back on and stepped out onto the terrace as Wayne pushed the lawnmower back toward the garage. 

"Hi Wayne," she said.

He looked up at the terrace and caught site of Stacy's mom standing there in a white bikini. At first he was at a loss for words. Stacy's mom was totally hot. He probably would have fainted if he knew that her friend has just fucked her with a strap-on while she fantasized about him.

"Hi," he stammered. "I didn't know you were home. How does the yard look?"

"Not bad," she replied, "but I think you missed a spot over there." 

There was something in the way she said it that seemed to have a double meaning, but he couldn't quite figure it out. 

"No problem," he said. "I'll go back and get it."

"Thanks, honey. And when you're done, come on in for a glass of lemonade, and I'll pay you."

Wayne nodded, heading off to complete the work. "If you really want to pay me," he thought, "I can think of several ways that don't involve money."

To be continued..



Stacy's Mom Pt. 03



Chapter 5

Tonight was the big night. Wayne had turned 18 a week earlier — officially a man — and Stacy and her mom had decided to throw him a pool party, inviting all of their friends. Stacy had thought long and hard about what to give him for his birthday. She had a pretty good idea, and she hoped her mom would go along with it.

"Mom, how come you didn't invite any of your friends to the party?"

"Well, Karen is out of town on business, and ... "

"I'm not talking about Karen, Mom. How come you didn't line up a date for tonight."

"Stacy, men haven't been real high on my list since your dad left us. I really can't see myself committing to some serious relationship just so I can be hurt again."

"Who said anything about serious," Stacy said. "I'm just talking about having some fun — you know, get laid," Stacy said with a smile.

"Stacy!" her mom said shocked. 

"Come on, Mom. We're both adults, and it's been two years since dad left. It's time for you to get back in the saddle and ride, so to speak."

"Alright. That's enough, young lady," her mom said, but Stacy could tell she wasn't really mad. "I'm not going to talk about my sex life — or lack thereof — with my own daughter. I know we're very close, but ..."

"Mom, I'm just worried about you. I want you to be happy, that's all. I was thinking that tonight ..."

Before she completed her sentence, the doorbell rang.

"That must be Wayne," she said, moving toward the door. "I'll talk to you later, mom. I've got an idea you might like." 

Stacy let Wayne in and led him into the kitchen.

"There's the birthday boy." Stacy's mom shouted, "Come here and give me a hug!"

She was wearing a pair of unbuttoned white short shorts as a cover-up for her navy blue bikini bottom, which was clearly visible through the open front of her shorts. On top, she wore a thin cotton shirt tied in a knot below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. It was unbuttoned down to the knot, and he could see her large breasts encased in a skimpy red bikini top.

He felt his erection grow in his swim trunks as he awkwardly gave her a brief hug.

"I don't think so," she said in a displeased voice. "I want a real hug."

She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed against her body. He could smell the wine on her breath, and she could feel the bulge against her bare stomach. She held him just a little longer than what might seem appropriate, but he couldn't really complain. He just hoped she hadn't noticed his hard on.

The first thing she noticed was how hard he was. In fact he was hard all over. It was all she could do to keep from slipping her hand down the back of his shorts and cupping his tight hard ass, but that would have probably sent him running and screaming from the house, and ruin the party.

"I'm going to go finished getting ready," Stacy said. "Wayne, why don't you keep my mom company while I put on my makeup?" 

"Sure, sounds great," he said enthusiastically. "Is there anything I can do to help get ready for the party?"

"Well, why don't you carry those coolers onto the patio. They're full of ice and drinks, so they're heavy."

Wayne walked over, reached down, grabbed the handles and lifted the cooler effortlessly. The muscles in his arm were taught and clearly defined. 

If women could get hard, Stacy's mom would have had a stiffy. Instead, she just felt a wetness form between her legs. 

He carried out the coolers, and she followed him onto the patio with her glass of wine. She took a seat at the teak patio table, covered by a large green umbrella. 

"Why don't you grab a cold drink and join me while we wait for Stacy?" she suggested.

Wayne went over to a cooler and opened it, but all he saw was beer. He dug through the ice for a moment, gave up and tried one of the other coolers. All that one had was wine coolers and Mike's Hard Lemonade. The third cooler didn't have any drinks in it, just trays of Jell-O. "What the hell?" he thought.

"Um, I don't see any soft drinks," he said.

"Soft drinks? You can't drink soft drinks on your 18th birthday. Oh, I know the legal drinking age is 21, but that's a totally bogus law. What? You're old enough to vote, old enough to go to war, old enough to run for office, but you can't have a beer? That's bullshit! Besides, we've got plenty of room for everyone to sleep over if they have too much to drink. I've even bought a home breathylizer to test your friends before they try to leave. Here's the rule. If they want to drink, they have to hand over their keys. They don't get the keys back until their Breathylizer results are .02 or below. If that means they stay all night or I call them a cab, that's the way it's going to be."

Wayne was impressed with her planning. He grabbed a Fat Tire from the cooler, popped the top and sat down next to her.

"Were you happy to finally turn 18?" she asked.

"Definitely," he responded. "I'm tired of being treated like a kid. I'm all grown up, and it's time for everyone to see and recognize that."

"I understand how you feel, and I definitely see you as an adult." 

The way she said it made him blush slightly, and he sipped his beer while they looked out over the pool. His eyes lit on the "beach" area where a few days before Stacy had performed her first blow job on him. "Damn," he was getting hard again.

As if reading his mind, Stacy's mom said, "I have a confession to make. I saw you and Stacy when you were by the pool."

Silence filled the air, and Wayne felt his ears grow very red and hot. His heart was pounding in his chest.

"I didn't mean to watch, but I couldn't help myself," she said.

"Uh huh," was the only response he could muster.

"It looks like you and Stacy have become quite ... close."

"Uh huh," at least he could respond with two-syllable grunts. He took another sip of beer trying to lubricate his throat, which was suddenly bone dry.

"There's more," she said pausing as if unsure to continue. "While I was watching, I touched myself." 

He almost spit the beer out across the patio.

She continued quickly. "I admit it was weird watching my daughter be so ... intimate with a boy — correction, a man — but to be perfectly honest, I was more focused on you." 

Stacy's mom took a sip of her wine and waited to see how Wayne would respond.

Before he could, though, Stacy came bouncing through the open French doors.

"Hey Baby. What have you two been talking about?"

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him longer than he was comfortable with, considering that her mom was sitting right there. 

"We were just having a little chat, weren't we Wayne?" her mom replied. "You can't keep him all to yourself, honey. You have to share."

Wayne's head snapped in her direction, and he caught the twinkle in her eye.

No, he hadn't misinterpreted the meaning behind her words.

"Well, I guess I can share him a little," Stacy said lightly, but only with you mom. The other girls coming tonight better keep their paws off of him. 

Wayne's head was swirling. "Were they both talking about the same thing? Stacy's mom was clearly telling him that she wanted him, but was Stacy giving her approval? Or, was he totally losing his mind?"

"What else do we need to do before the party, mom?" 

"Not a thing, honey. We're all set. People should start arriving in an hour or so. So, you two can hang out, go swimming or do whatever you want. I'm just going to relax out here on the patio until the mayhem begins."

"Well, I think I'll give Wayne his birthday present before everyone arrives," Stacy said. "Come on, Wayne, it's up in my room."

The pair headed upstairs as Stacy's mom watched them go.

Wayne entered the room, and as Stacy came in behind him, she closed the door.

Hearing the door close, Wayne turned to see Stacy topless, having pulled her tank top over her head. He could see that her nipples were hard.

"I think I've picked out the perfect birthday present for you," she said, with a hint of a smile on her face.

While he watched, she unbuttoned her short shorts and unzipped them. She pushed them off of her hips, and they dropped to the floor. She stood there wearing only a thong. She turned around so that her back was to him, and pushed the lacy panties over her hips and down her thighs where they joined the shorts on the floor at her feet. She turned to face him completely naked.

"Wayne, I know you've wanted to go all the way for a long time now. I wanted our first time — my first time — to be special. Today we're celebrating your birthday, and the thing that I most want to give you is myself. I want you to make love to me."

Wayne had never heard a sweeter sound than the words coming from her lips. He moved forward and took her in his arms and kissed her. She felt the cotton of his clothes rubbing against her breasts, and it felt so erotic being completely naked while he was fully clothed.

Her hands grasped at his cock through his shorts while she fumbled with the button and zipper to remove them. Finally vanquishing the exasperating fasteners, she pushed his shorts down, leaving him in his boxer briefs that molded to his body and accentuated his package. She cupped her hand over his bulge, squeezing it, all the while continuing to kiss him.

She ran her hand up his abdomen, pushing his Polo shirt up so that she could come into contact with his bare skin. Sliding her hand down his belly, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs, grasping his shaft, which was hard and hot in her small hand. 

He moaned into her mouth, and she could fill the fluid leaking from the tip of his penis. She dropped to her knees and tugged at his underwear to strip them off him, and his hard cock dropped like a drawbridge in front of her face. She wasted no time engulfing him in her mouth.

Again he groaned, this time at the exquisite feel of her hot mouth sliding up and down his shaft. He dropped his hands into her hair and tugged her forward as he thrust with his hips to push himself more deeply into her mouth and throat. She gagged slightly and then swallowed and was amazed to realize that the head of his penis had slipped down her throat and that her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

"Oh, my God," he cried, realizing that she was deep-throating him. 

She backed off his cock and took a deep breath, and then she lunged forward again, swallowing as his penis hit the back of her throat. It went down even easier the second time. She held him there for a few seconds before backing off again, letting him slip all the way out of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva that stretched from her lips to his penis. 

She couldn't help but take pride in her accomplishment. "Do you like that, Baby?" she cooed. "Do you like fucking my throat?"

She plunged back down on his cock before he could even answer and swallowed him again. His pubic hair ticked her nose, and she held it for even longer, marveling at the feel of his cockhead all the way down her esophagus.

He pull back, both of them gasping for breath.

"Stop!" he said. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum for sure, and I want to fuck you."

Ripping the shirt over his head, he then pulled her to her feet and guided/pushed her to the bed. She fell backward, her legs splayed as she looked up at him. 

She scooched up the bed, and he fell between her thighs. His face immediately went to the juncture of her thighs, and he began kissing her slit, allowing his tongue to part the moistening lips. 

He held her thighs open wide so that she was completely spread before him. She closed her eyes and let the sensation of the oral sex wash over her. 

"Oh yeah, Baby, get me nice and wet so I can take your big cock. Do you want to be the first? Do you want to fuck my virgin pussy? I've wanted you to take me for so long, but I made myself wait for the right moment. Do it, Baby! Fuck me now!"

Wayne slid up her body and was about to enter her when he realized that he didn't have any protection. Stacy saw the concern in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Baby. I'm on the pill. My mom wanted me to start taking it last year when we began dating."

A big smile came over Wayne's face as he relaxed, and Stacy felt his big cock sliding up and down her slit, coating it with her juices. 

Although Wayne was trying to be patient and gentle, he was too excited to move slowly. He pressed the big head of his cock into Stacy's tight opening. She sucked in her breath as he pushed gently. She had taken two of his fingers inside her before, but his cock was thicker, and she was suddenly concerned that he might be too big.

Thrusting gently with his hips, his cockhead slid a little deeper with each thrust.

Stacy gritted through the minor pain, trying not to spoil it for him. She felt herself being forcefully opened up with each short thrust, and then the head was in, and they both let out a deep breath.

Wayne leaned down to kiss her, keeping his hips steady for the time being. He captured the nipple of her right breast in his mouth and flicked his tongue across the hardened bud. Pulling his lips away, he blew on the saliva-covered flesh.

The sensation made her nipple ache from the cool air hitting it, and she didn't noticed as he thrust a little deeper into her until he started his withdrawal. 

He slid all the way out of her, and she felt totally open to him. He pushed forward with his hips and slid his cock back into her, this time pushing almost all the way inside her. Again, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe how deep he was. 

"Slow, Baby, let me adjust," she said.

Wayne paused and let her get accustomed to the thick invader that was stretching her tight virgin hole to the max. 

"Pull out slowly," she said, "now, back in. That's it"

As he thrust forward, she raised her hips to meet his, and this time, he fully entered her. She felt his heavy balls nestled against her anus, and she held him there feeling fuller than she had ever felt before. 

He withdrew almost all the way and slid back into her. 

"Oh! God! That feels so good," he said. 

"Yes," she agreed breathlessly.

Again, he pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, this time a little more forcefully.

"Unggh!" Stacy grunted. There was still a slight bit of discomfort, but it was starting to feel better and better.

"That's it, Baby, fuck me. Fuck your birthday present. Give it to me like I know you've wanted to."

Wayne started thrusting fast and deep, driving into Stacy so that his cock was buried way up her belly and his balls were slapping her ass.

She wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles together so that she could pull her own pelvis to his. This opened her up even more.

"Come on, Baby, shoot your hot load into my virgin pussy. I want your hot cum filling my hole just like you filled my mouth the other night. Did you like that, Baby? Did you like it when I let you fuck my mouth and cum in it? Did you like it when I swallowed it all?"

"Oh yeah" Wayne grunted in reply. He loved the way Stacy was talking dirty to him. "I love fucking your mouth almost as much as I love fucking your tight pussy, but when I get done with you, it's not going to be that tight anymore."

A shiver ran through Stacy as she continued to take him deep. She reached around to grab his ass and pull him into her again and again. Her hands grasped his cheeks, spreading them, and he felt the cool air kiss his anus. 

"Come on, Wayne. Cum for me, Baby. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum running out of my pussy and down my ass."

That was all it took, and Wayne buried himself in her cunt balls deep and erupted. His sperm leapt from the tip of his penis, flooding her insides, and the additional lubrication immediately made his thrusting easier. He could feel his cum sloshing along the shaft of his cock. As he withdrew, his juice spilled out of her hole, sliding down the crack of her ass and coating his balls as he slammed back into her. 

It seemed like his contractions would never end, but eventually, his balls were empty, and Stacy's pussy contained most of the contents.

His shriveling cock slowly extricated itself from her hole, and he collapsed on top of her breathing heavily as he tried to recover. Stacy held him in her arms, relishing how close she felt to him. 

"Happy birthday, Baby," she whispered. "I hope you liked your present."

Chapter 6 Wayne and Stacy cleaned themselves up and made themselves presentable. They had just arrived downstairs when the doorbell rang, and the first of their guests arrived.

Soon, the party was in full force. Ke$ha was claiming that the place was about to blow, and from the way some of the girls at the party were hanging on their dates, Stacy was sure it wasn't only the place that was about to blow.

She had already come upon two couples in secluded areas. One couple was kissing passionately while the guy had his hand down his girlfriend's bikini bottom fingering her. Stacy could tell by the way she was thrusting against his hand that his finger or fingers were buried deep in her snatch. She couldn't help but watch for a few minutes, and she found herself getting even wetter, if that were possible given the state of her cum-filled pussy.

The other couple was actually two team members from the cheerleading squad. She had no idea that they were lesbians, but from the way one was kissing and sucking on her lover's breasts, it seemed like a safe bet that they were at least bi. Briefly, Stacy wondered what it might be like to have another girl kiss her. Her best friend Katie had tried to get her to experiment awhile back, but Stacy had chickened out. She vowed that if the opportunity presented itself again, she wouldn't let it slip by. She was pretty sure her mom and her best friend, Karen, had more than just a platonic relationship. 

For one thing, Stacy had stumbled upon her mom's box of toys one day when she was looking for a pair of high heels to borrow. When she came across the strap-on harness, she couldn't help but wonder whom she used it on or who used it on her. Then, one day, Stacy heard moaning coming from her mom's room when Karen was over, and she had the answer to her questions.

Stacy downed her third Mike's Hard Lemonade as she danced around the pool chatting with friends. She could see Wayne in the pool hanging out with his buddies. They were hammering the beers pretty hard, and she could hear their loud, raucous laughter all the way across the large pool.

She toyed with the idea of pulling him into a secluded alcove of the pool and relieving a little of the sexual tension that had developed from watching her friends make out, but she decided to let him recover a little longer — not that he really needed time to recover.

Her mom was sitting at a table by the pool, looking fantastic in her bikini. Stacy hoped she looked that good when she was her mom's age. In fact, Stacy was just a tad jealous of her mom's body. She could see the effect it had on the guys at the party, including Wayne, who every so often would steal a glance over at her mom lounging by the pool.

Stacy thought back to the off-handed comment he had made about being attracted to older women. She pondered that thought for a moment.

Even as those thoughts ran through her head, Wayne glanced over again at her mom, and this time, Stacy saw her mom give him a little smile. She had been watching him too.

Stacy dove into the pool and glided underwater silently until she reached the other end, coming up behind Wayne and sliding her body up his legs and back as she emerged from the water.

Her hands encircled this muscular chest, and she planted a sensuous kiss on his neck while pressing her breasts into his back. Her actions drew a hoot of delight from Wayne's friends. 

Stacy slid her hand down Wayne's ripped abs and into the water, where she quickly gave his cock a squeeze through his swimsuit. He jumped in surprise, but not before she discovered that her affection had had a pronounced effect on his member.




Stacy's Mom Pt. 03



She jumped out of his reach as he lunged after her. She tried to swim away, but he was too fast for her, and he grabbed a leg and pulled her back to him, twisting her in his arms until she faced him.

"You're a bad, bad girl," he said in a whisper. "You should be ashamed of yourself. I think I'm going to have to punish you."

She shivered in his arms.

"What are you going to do?" she asked. She knew he was joking, but there was enough seriousness in his tone to make her pulse race.

"I'm going to take you upstairs," he said, letting his hand slide down her back.

"And?" she asked.

"I'm going to put you over my knee, pull your bikini down, and spank this tight little ass," punctuating the last word by squeezing her left butt cheek in his hand. 

"Promise?" she asked in a husky voice.

His face registered a momentary shock at her reaction and then spread into a wide grin. Stacy draped her arms around his neck and moved her body in close to kiss him. As their tongues intertwined, he felt her grind her pubic mound against his swollen cock. He felt like he was about to explode.

"I want you now," she breathed into his ear. "I wish all of the people were gone because I want to fuck you right here in the pool."

"Oh God," he said. "What can we do?" his voice tinged with desperation.

"I'm going to go to my room. You wait here for 10 minutes. Talk to your friends, have another beer, and then make some excuse to go into the house. Come up to my room. I'll be waiting for you."

"OK," he agreed readily.

Stacy glided away from him and headed toward the edge of the pool. Forgoing the ladder, she placed her hands on the edge of the pool and pushed herself up and out of the water. He watched the water wash down her toned athletic body as she afforded him a view of her spectacular ass. 

She stood on the edge of the pool with her back to him, knowing he was watching her. She lifted her hands up to her hair, and tilted her head back as she squeezed out the water. She grabbed a big fluffy towel from the towel rack and used it to wipe down the rest of her body. Not only did she have Wayne's full attention, but all of his friends were also watching. She even attracted the attention of the two lesbian cheerleaders. She didn't notice as one punched the other in the shoulder for gawking just a little too long at Stacy.

She tossed a look back over her shoulder and smiled at Wayne before padding over to the table where her mom sat sipping her wine. Stacy bent down and whispered something in her mom's ear, and her mom shook her head. Stacy said something else, and her mom looked at Wayne and then back at Stacy. She seemed deep in thought, and she absent-mindedly took another sip of wine. Again, Stacy whispered something to her, and her mom looked into her daughter's eyes. Stacy smiled and nodded her head, and finally, her mom did too. 

Stacy headed toward the house and bounded upstairs to her room.

Wayne couldn't believe how long 10 minutes could be. On the positive side, though, his boner had deflated, so he wouldn't have to worry about walking into the house with his swim trunks tented out. 

He popped the top off another beer and accepted the good-natured ribbing from his friends about "needing to get a room" and "how they'd like to 'smack' that." Wayne wasn't really paying full attention. His mind was already upstairs with Stacy.

"... hotter? Stacy or her mom?" Wayne only caught the last part of that comment from his teammate Chad. 

"What?" he asked, slightly confused as he tried to reconstruct what he had heard.

"I asked, 'Who is hotter? Stacy or her mom?" Chad said.

Suddenly, all of his friends started chiming in with their opinions on the subject.

"Oh man, I'd fuck her mom twice a day and three times on Sunday," Peter said. "Stacy's mom has totally got it goin' on!"

"Are you kidding?" Mike objected. "Stacy is one fine piece of tail ... no offense Wayne," he quickly added, but Wayne was back in the netherworld, hearing only parts of the ongoing discussion.

"I'd like to do them both at the same time," Rasheem added, and suddenly they all stopped talking for a second as that word picture ran through their minds.

"What do you think, Wayne? You interested in a little mother-daughter fest? Hell, for all we know, he's already tapping that," Chad said, nodding toward Stacy's mom and smiling at the rest of the group.

That brought Wayne back to the real world. 

"Jeez, grow up, you assholes. Stacy's mom is totally cool. I'm sure all she does is sit around and think about fucking losers like you. That woman could have any man she wanted. Why would she be attracted to some dumb-fuck teenager?"

Though he said it with conviction, Wayne didn't want to admit that he had fantasized about doing it with Stacy' mom, and in fact, he thought he was just the kind of guy she needed after her husband left her.

Turning and heading toward the edge of the pool, he added, "You nerds should stick to girls more your own speed. I'm pretty sure that Stacy's mom could hurt you."

"Man, I'd like that," Rasheem said dreamily, and the rest of them started cracking up. Wayne exited the pool just shaking his head.

Little did the boys know that the sound of their voices carried further than they thought, and in the dim light, they couldn't see the hint of a smile appear on Stacy's mom's lips.

To Be Continued... 



Stacy's Mom Pt. 04



Chapter 7

Wayne climbed the stairs to Stacy's room and knocked softly on the door.

"Who is it?" he heard her call out.

"It's me," he said quietly.

"Come in."

Wayne opened door. The room was bathed in candlelight.

Wayne gasped when he saw Stacy lying on the bed.

She was on her stomach and the bottoms of her bikini were pulled down so that her ass was bare before him.

"I'm ready for my punishment," she said, and Wayne could tell she wasn't just teasing him.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he stepped into the room and walked to the bed, sitting down beside her prone form.

He reached out and caressed her buttocks, and Stacy sighed. 

"I want you to spank me," she said with just a hint of trepidation.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his fingers tracing the crack of her ass, which was slightly parted because of the way her legs were spread.

"Yes," she said. She was propped up on her elbows looking back at him. He could see the lust and determination in her eyes.

She let her head drop between her arms. 

"Do it!" she said, not trusting herself to look at him now.

Wayne brought his hand up and lightly slapped her left butt cheek.

"NO!" she said, her head whipping around, and he saw the fire of frustration in her eyes. "I said I wanted you to spank me!"

This time, he brought his hand down hard, and the sound of the smack filled the room. He could see the red handprint begin to form on her buttocks.

"Harder!" she demanded.

His hand rained down, and this time, she felt the sting of the slap, and she gasped.

"Again!" And he complied.

"Ah, oh, yes! That's it. Harder! Aghh!"

Wayne's hand rested on her warm globes as he paused to catch his breath. His hand was sore, and her butt was cherry red. Stacy was mewing as she squirmed and thrust her pelvis against the bed trying to satisfy the sexual tension that had built in her body. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want you to take me like this ... from behind!"

Wayne was out of his swim trunks in record time. His cock was rock hard and glistening with the clear liquid of his pre-cum.

He yanked Stacy's bikini bottom off her body, and straddled her hips. His aching pole slapped down on her glowing buttocks, and he could feel how hot her skin was from the recent spanking.

He slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass. Spitting into his hand, he coated his shaft to make it wet, and tugged her cheeks apart so that his cock could slide up and down the valley of her backside. 

She still wasn't wet enough there to glide easily, so he slid down her body so that his face was in the perfect position. He let a string of spittle fall into her crack, right onto her rosebud. She jumped at the sensation.

Then, he did something he had never done before. He buried his face into her crack and began lapping at her backdoor, spreading saliva as he teased her sensitive little anus. 

"Oh, oh, God! Ah, oh that feels so good," Stacy admitted somewhat embarrassingly. "Keep doing that, Baby. Lick my ass," she moaned, burying her face into the covers.

Wayne hardened his tongue and thrust it gently into Stacy's virgin ass, and she squirmed at the amazing sensation that coursed through a part of her body that she had never imagined could be so erotic.

She felt Wayne withdraw, and she experienced a momentary feeling of disappointment, until she felt his cock glide back between her cheeks, now sliding easily through the wet passage. 

The large vein on the underside of this thick prick rubbed insistently against her asshole, and every time the head of his cock passed her rear opening, she felt it "knock" against her backdoor before continuing its slide to the top of her cleft.

Stacy had friends who let their boyfriends fuck their butts. Some said it was how they kept from getting pregnant, and others maintained that they were still virgins because they had only let their guys fuck their asses and not their pussies. 

Stacy wasn't so sure about that, and she wasn't sure she wanted to have Wayne's big dick back there, at least not yet. 

He continued to slide between her cheeks, and she moved her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, which brought his cockhead closer and closer to her vagina.

Finally, his penis slipped into her wet hole, and she moaned in gratitude as he slid it all the way in with one slow, steady thrust. 

"God, you're wet!" he exclaimed. 

"Uh huh," was all she could manage with her face buried in the covers and her arms stretched out in front of her. 

Wayne knew he wasn't going to last long. Spanking Stacy's sweet ass had excited him more than he imagined, and he'd almost cum just from sliding between her butt cheeks.

He kept his thrusts slow to make it last as long as possible, but Stacy was getting impatient. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, moving faster and forcing him to pick up the pace. 

"That's it!" she encouraged.

"You like it like this? You like me fucking you from behind?" Wayne asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes!" Stacy gasped. She started to feel a familiar tingling, a feeling that up until now, she had only experience by her own hand or Wayne's tongue and fingers. 

"Come on, Baby! Do it! Slide it into me. You spanked my tight ass, now fuck my tight pussy!"

She put her hands on the bed like she was going to do pushups and used them to thrust herself back against him. The sweat from their exertions was making their bodies glisten in the candlelight. It felt incredibly sexy to be sliding against each other.

Wayne was ramming harder now, and Stacy was on the brink, pushing back against him and panting. She felt the muscles of her vagina contract, and she went rigid as her orgasm racked her body. 

Wayne felt the convulsion grip his cock, massaging it from the inside, and he let loose with a torrent of sperm deep inside her belly. He continued to ram into her, punctuating each contraction of his own orgasm by burying the head of his cock as far up inside her as she could take it.

He collapsed on her sweaty back, his chest sliding against her tanned skin. His penis was still way up inside her, and even though he had just cum, he was still partially erect. 

He moved her hair out of the way so that he could blow cool air across the nape of her neck, and that sent a shiver down her body that he felt all the way to his balls.

When they finally caught their breath, he lifted himself from her and allowed his cock to slide slowly from her slit, dripping her juices and his as he exited her ravaged hole. He could see his cum leak out of her opening and stain the sheets of her bed. Her gash was as red as her buttocks.

Stacy didn't move as he sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair, pushing it behind her ears and off her face. He leaned down, and she felt his tongue graze her ear. His warm breath sent another shiver running through her. 

"I love you, Stacy," Wayne said simply, without any preamble, and with absolute sincerity in his voice. 

"I love you too, Wayne. I have for a long time, you know."

"I know," he said. "I've always known. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say it."

"That's OK," she said. "I wanted to hear it only when you were ready to say it."

She rolled over partially onto her back, and laced her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. The kiss was delicate and beautiful, reflecting the love they had just professed to each other. 

Wayne pulled back and looked into her blue-green eyes. He didn't want the moment to end, but he knew they had better get back to the party. No doubt their friends had already surmised what they had been up to. 

"You go first," she said. "I'm going to clean myself up; otherwise, my bathing suit will be wet, and it won't be from the pool. I already started leaking once tonight from the load you deposited earlier," she said with a mischievous grin.

For some weird reason, the thought of his cum leaking out of his girlfriend strangely excited him, and his cock gave a little twitch and stood a little straighter. 

"Jeez," she exclaimed. "You horn dog! Get out of here. My pussy has had just about all it can take today. If you need any more relief, you're on your own."

Wayne grinned sheepishly, and said, "OK. I'll see you downstairs. He gave her one more kiss, slipped his trunks back on started toward the door.

"Have you had a good birthday, so far?" she asked before he turned the knob. 

"Are you kidding?" he said. "It's been unbelievable!"

"Good," she said. "I do have one more surprise for you, but you won't get that until later."

His eyes lit up. "What is it? I can't wait."

"You'll just have too. Now get back outside so I can get cleaned up." 

He closed the door behind him, headed downstairs, grabbing another beer before padding back outside. He hadn't made it two steps out of the door when his eyes made contact with Stacy's mom. He saw a slight enigmatic smile on her lips.

"There you are," she said, "I wondered where you had run off. What have you been up to?"

Was it his imagination or had she stressed the word "up" in that last sentence?

"Have you seen Stacy? She's neglecting her guests."

To Wayne's slightly guilty conscience, it sounded very much like Stacy's mom knew exactly what he had been UP to and why Stacy was neglecting her guests. 

"I, uh, was going to the bathroom, and I grabbed another beer," he said lamely. 

"Is your birthday turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?" she asked casually.

"Sure, it's been great," he answered, trying to sound nonchalant. "I really appreciate you throwing this party for me." 

"No problem," she replied. "We're glad to do it. You only turn 18 once, you know. Stacy and I want to make it special. Now go on and have fun with your friends."

Wayne started to turn when she called out to him again.

"Oh, and Wayne, I have a little something for your birthday, but I'll give it to you later."

"Wow! That's great. You didn't need to get me anything. This party is more than enough." 

"Oh, it's my pleasure," she said. "I hope you'll like it. I think you will."

"I'm sure I will. Thanks again." 

She watched as he took two long strides and launched himself into the air coming down in a cannonball that doused his friends in a tidal wave of water.

Chapter 8

The party broke up at about 1 a.m., but most of the teens failed the sobriety test, so they had to find a place to camp out in the large house, not that that was really a problem. As the guest of honor, Wayne had his own room. 

He was a little disappointed that he wouldn't be sleeping with Stacy, but that probably would have been going too far. 

He didn't really know how many beers he had had to drink, but it was quite a bit, and he was tired. After all, he'd fucked Stacy twice and then horsed around with his friends until late. 

Stacy was out of gas too. They moved to the stairs, stepping over friends who conked out on the floor. Pausing at the door to his room, she wrapped her arms around his waste, and she kissed him. She could taste the beer on his breath, and for some reason, it turned her on. 

"Come on, Baby," he said. "Sleep with me tonight. I want to wake up next to you."

"Wayne, you know we can't do that, but maybe after everyone is asleep, I can sneak into your room. I don't know what time it will be, so just go to sleep. If you're lucky, I'll wake you up with a blowjob," she teased.

Wayne didn't put up too much of a fight because frankly, he was too tired, so he kissed her again and Stacy moved toward her room.

Wayne stumbled into the guest room, stripping his clothes off as went, leaving a trail from the door of the bedroom to the door of the bathroom. He was completely naked by the time he entered the bathroom.

Standing in front of the toilet, he lifted the seat and, grasping his cock in his hand, aimed a heavy stream into the bowl, emptying his bladder of at least some of the beer he had downed tonight. The piss seemed to go on forever, and every time he thought he was almost done, he would start up again. He started to think that this might be a record, and he laughed to himself at the thought that maybe the Guinness Book of World Records might be interested in a new category.

Finally, he finished and flushed, washed his hands and was pleased to find a cellophane-wrapped toothbrush and toothpaste in a drawer by the sink.

"Wow! They even have new toothbrushes for the guests. That's unbelievable," he thought. He wasn't sure why he thought that was such a big deal, but right now, it was.

He brushed his teeth and went back into the bedroom. He had brought some clean clothes to wear, but he was too tired to even put on his underwear, and besides, he didn't want anything to stand in the way of a potential blowjob from Stacy later in the night, so he just collapsed in bed naked, crawling under the covers. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

Stacy's mom stopped by her daughter's room and knocked softly on the door.

"Honey, it's me. Can I come in?" she said.

"Sure, Mom, I'm just getting ready for bed."

Stacy was combing out her hair in front of her vanity, and her mom came up behind her and took the comb from her hands and began performing the task for her daughter.

"Do you think the party went well?" she asked as she combed out the tangles in the long blond hair.

"I think everyone had a blast!" Stacy replied. "It was epic."

"And was it what you thought it would be?" her mom asked.

Something in her tone made Stacy know that her mom was no longer asking about the party, but rather about losing her virginity.

"Yes, and more," she said. "I know I don't have much to compare it too, but he's an amazing lover, mom, and he loves me. He really does, and not just because of the sex."

She saw her mom smile in the mirror as she continued to comb her hair.

"Are you sure about this, honey? she asked, their eyes locked together in the mirror. "Is this what you truly want?"

"I do, mom. Trust me, it's going to be great. I'm not going to get hurt."

Stacy's mom leaned down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "You are the most loving, caring, giving child any parent could ever want. I love you very much. You know that don't you?"

"Yes, mom, I know," Stacy said, rolling her eyes just a little. Her mom could get a little sentimental when she'd had a lot to drink, and Stacy was pretty sure she'd downed a bottle wine all by herself.

She kissed her daughter again and told her goodnight. She closed the door softly behind her, leaving Stacy staring at her reflection in the mirror. Stacy searched her feelings and took stock of her emotions. Yes. She had made the right decision. She was sure of it, but deep inside, she knew that things might look different in the light of a new day.

***

Wayne was sound asleep, and he never heard the door to his room open with a whisper. The silky clad figured paused only briefly in the doorway before entering the room and closing it behind her. 

She stood at the end of the bed and looked down on the sleeping boy — no, man — she corrected herself.

It was a warm evening, and he had thrown most of the covers off, baring his chest and left leg, which was wrapped around the sheet that covered his right leg and groin. The pale blue moonlight streaming in through the window afforded her a well-lit view of his chiseled body. He was fine, there was no doubt about it. He almost looked Photoshopped, she thought. 

He had one arm across his stomach and the other cocked above his head, his fingers loosely curled around the wrought-iron headboard like he was posing for a spread in a woman's erotic magazine.

She took a deep breath, trying to decide if she should go forward or simply retreat to her room. She wrestled internally with the question until finally, lust won out over logic.

She slipped the short, shear robe off her shoulders, and if fluttered silently to the ground. Underneath, she wore a silky white camisole with spaghetti straps and tap pants. Lace formed the "vee" between her ample breasts, and her heavy breathing was making them rise and fall. Her hard nipples were clearly visible.

As she gazed upon the young man before her, she grabbed her left breast with her right hand and squeezed it, allowing her fingers to pinch the hard nub extending at the tip. Her left hand moved up the inside of her thigh, up through the wide opening of the tap pants to the molten area between her legs. 

As she slid her finger through her moist lips, the boy stirred on the bed, and the sheet covering his groin shifted slightly, and she thought she could see his balls in the dark juncture of his legs. She removed the finger from her wet slit and brought to her mouth, sucking her own juices from her finger, which made her even wetter.

It wouldn't take much, she thought. A simple tug, and the sheet would be gone. He was obviously naked under the sheet. One tug ... just one little tug, and she would see it all.

She knew she would do it, but now she began to enjoy the building anticipation. How long could she resist? Would he wake up and see her standing there watching him, touching herself while she watched him?

Grasping her neglected right breast, she lifted it out of the top of her camisole to her extended tongue, using it to tease her nipple and areola. Her wet nipple glistened in the moonlight.

She decided that she had made herself wait long enough. Moving silently to the bed, she gently lifted the sheet and peered under it. 

"Oh my!" she thought. "Very nice."

Laying the sheet beside him, she climbed on the bed. Fortunately, it was on of those Tempurpedic beds — the ones where in the commercial the woman is jumping up and down on the bed, but the wine glass doesn't tip over. 

She gazed down on his soft cock, and studied it. Even soft, it was five inches long. She leaned in closer and breathed warm air across the underside. She inhaled and took in his musky scent and a hint of something else -- the scent of a woman.

She tried not to think about where that scent came from as she moved her mouth closer and allowed her tongue to flick across his frenulum, that little band of tissue on the underside of his cock, just below the head. 

Wayne didn't stir at the attention. He was seemingly dead to the world, so she continued her oral exploration of his manhood. 

Her licking was delicate and slow. She wanted to enjoy his body before he inevitably woke up. She planted kisses along the length of his shaft down to his meaty balls. She noted with delight that he kept that area shaved. She kissed his balls and allowed her tongue to nudge them gently within his sack. She would have liked to have taken them fully into her mouth, but his position just didn't grant her access.

She worked her way back up to the tip of his shaft, and lifting it softly in her fingers, she took the head in her mouth. She realized with astonishment that this was the first time she'd ever had a soft cock in her mouth. All the other ones had been hard.

She swirled her tongue around the head, not worried so much now about being surreptitious. Even though Wayne was still asleep, his body was reacting to the stimulus she was administering. She could feel him swelling in her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand and moved the other to his abdomen. She allowed her fingers to glide over his six-pack abs and up to his nipple, which she lightly caressed.

He stirred slightly and unconsciously; he thrust with his hips, pushing his penis deeper into her mouth. She almost gagged, mostly because she wasn't prepared for it. She allowed him to slip out of her mouth, and let her tongue dance along the thick vein just below the head. She knew from experience that this was the most sensitive area of his cock. She'd once made her husband blow his load simply by flicking her tongue back and forth across that vein until he exploded. The best part was that her jaw wasn't even sore the next day like it usually was when she blew him.




Stacy's Mom Pt. 04



Wayne was coming closer to waking. He was squirming in response to her ministrations, and his hips were thrusting more regularly now. 

"Oh," she heard him moan softly. "Oh, Stacy that feels so good. It's even better than the last time."

His eyes were still closed. She took the head back in her mouth and allowed him to thrust into her face while using her tongue to stimulate him. With her left hand, she alternated between squeezing his balls and allowing a finger to trail down lower and press against his anus. That elicited a groan from his lips and a thrust from his hips, so she kept doing it.

He was fully erect now, and more than a mouthful. She had a new respect for her daughter, whom she'd seen swallow this monster by the pool. 

Wayne moved his hand and placed it on the back of her head, using it to guide her where he wanted her to go. He was fucking her mouth steadily now, and Stacy's mom let him do it. 

She let her finger slip down to his butt hole again and pressed more firmly. Without any lubrication, she didn't try slip it in, but he definitely felt the added pressure.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good. Don't stop. I'm close. I'm so close! Yes, yes, YES!"

He flooded her mouth with his cum. Stacy's mom swallowed and kept sucking, trying to draw out every drop.

His penis softened in her mouth as she sucked him clean, and she gave the tip a little kiss as she withdrew her lips.

Wayne opened his eyes, and he struggled to focus.

"What the fuck?" he said out loud, scooting backward away from her so he could sit up.

"I ... I thought ... I thought you were ..." his voice trailed off realizing that he was about to tell Stacy's mom that he thought it was Stacy sucking his cock.

She looked into his eyes and smiled an enigmatic smile.

"What's the mater? Didn't you enjoy that?" she asked.

"Yes, well ... sure ... it was fantastic. It's just ... I thought ... Holy shit!" 

"Wayne, don't you think I know how you look at me? Don't you think that Stacy knows how you look at me? Tell the truth. You've fantasized about me doing exactly what I just did, haven't you?"

Wayne looked down, but he nodded.

"And more, right?"

He nodded a little more vigorously this time.

"Stacy knew that. I'm the other half of your birthday present tonight, and in a way, your Stacy's present to me."

"Is it your birthday, too?" he asked stupidly.

"No," she laughed. "She just knew that I was in rather desperate need of some male companionship, without the baggage that goes along with an adult relationship.

"Are you telling me that Stacy knows you're here ... and what we just did?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh yes, and if I know her, I bet she's got her hand down her panties right now thinking about what we just did and what we're going to do."

"What we're going to do?" he asked a little too eagerly.

She laughed again.

"You don't think I'm done with you, do you?" she asked, sliding up his body. "I want you to do all the things to me that you've fantasized about," she whispered and then she kissed him on the lips, her tongue insistently probing his mouth. At first he was unsure, but when he finally realized that it was really Stacy's mom in bed with him, he let go of his inhibitions and decided to revel in his fantasy come true.

He rolled her over on her back and kissed her again. His lips found her neck, and he could smell her Aliage perfume. It was the same scent that Stacy wore. He kissed down her shoulders, his lips nudging the thin strap off her shoulder. He traveled down toward her breast, kissing her nipple through the silky fabric. Using his tongue, he toyed with her firm nub that extruded through the material. She gripped his head and pulled him forcefully into her breast.

"I want to feel your lips on my skins!" she panted, and she pushed the fabric out of the way so that nothing would stand between his lips and her flesh. He latched back on to her tit, sucking and nibbling it, making her squirm and moan from the attention. 

His hand slipped beneath the loose fabric of her camisole, up her sensitive stomach, grasping her breast from underneath, pushing it up and out so that its tip was aimed right at his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, circling the areola and blowing lightly, which made it ache from the cool air. 

He kissed her lips again, and then whispered in her ear. 

"First, I'm going to eat you, and then I'm going to fuck you like I fucked your daughter this afternoon. "

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Do it. Bury your tongue in my pussy. "

Wayne kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth, taking her breath away. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her thigh, leaving a trail of clear fluid.

"My God," she thought, "he's already hard again." 

He slid down her body, grasping the tap pants in both hands, and tugging them down. She lifted her hips off the bed so that they could slide over her ass. Then, she lifted her legs up in the air so that he could completely remove them. 

Once the pants had cleared her feet, she opened her thighs with her legs still in the air, baring herself to him completely.

The moonlight bathed the area between her legs, and he could tell that she was completely smooth there. He liked that. He was going to have to talk to Stacy about doing that.

He moved his face close to her pussy while she held her legs up and out by grasping them behind the knees. She felt so open to him, and the thought excited her.

She felt his warm breath coming closer and closer, and the anticipation was almost too much for her to bear.

He started by planting delicate kisses on her outer lips. Then, she felt his tongue insinuate itself between those lips and part them. She felt the cool air on her intimate skin.

He took one of those lips into his mouth, sucking on it and stretching it gently to open her up even more. Stacy's mom marveled at how a boy who just turned 18 could already be such an accomplished lover. That was a question she wanted to get an answer to, but not right now.

Right now, she wanted to focus on his tongue, which was now buried in her hole, sliding in an out. She found herself wishing his tongue was about a foot long. While he tongue fucked her, he slipped a hand under her buttocks to cup and squeeze them. He didn't know it, but she loved to have her ass touched, especially when she was being eaten.

He held her left cheek firmly, and slid his tongue up to the top of her slit to toy with her clit. Using the finger of his right hand, he gently caressed the area surrounding her vagina and that delicate skin between her two openings.

His tongue brushed across her clit like a painter stroking a canvas. He alternated between large flat strokes and delicate circling motions, all the while spreading the paint of his saliva all over her cunt, making her extremely wet. 

"I want to feel you inside of me," she insisted, pulling him up her body so that she could grasp the hard rod between his legs. 

She rubbed the big head up and down her slit, coating it with her juices, and circling her clit. Every time the head got to he hole, she allowed it to slip inside just a fraction of an inch before running it back up to circle her clit again.

She even let it travel beyond her pussy to that nether hole below, rubbing herself there and pushing with her hips to feel the pressure against her back door, but then it was back up to circle her clit.

Finally, she poised the head at her pussy mouth, and prepared herself to be entered. 

"Enter me slowly," she said. "I want to feel every inch slide into me."

He did as commanded, and she was stunned at his restraint. Most teenage boys would have rammed into her and shot their load before they were halfway in.

Wayne, though, was obviously not your average teenage boy, and in fact, it was clear that his experience hadn't been gained at the hands of his daughter, who confided that she just lost her virginity today.

No, Stacy's mom was pretty sure that Wayne's experience had come from a woman who knew what she wanted in bed ... a woman with experience ... not some teenage girl, but a real woman ... frankly, someone like her.

Wayne's thick penis was about a third of the way in, and Stacy's mom groaned as she expanded around it. 

"Umph. It's been awhile since anything that big has been inside me," she panted. "Easy, let me get used to it."

Wayne pulled back slightly and then began his forward momentum again. Using short back strokes, he continued pushing a little deeper with each forward thrust. Soon, Stacy's mom felt his heavy balls nestling in her crack, and she knew she had every inch of him inside her. She let out a loud breath, not realizing that she had been holding it.

He withdrew about half way, and then slid back inside her. His cock slid easily in her hyperlubricated cunt. 

He pushed all he way up inside her again, and reaching up, he stripped the camisole strap off her other shoulder, tugging it down and bearing both breasts in the process. He captured her right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, eliciting a gasp from her. At the same time, he pulled almost all the way out of her and slammed back in. 

"Yes! Aghh!" shd cried. "Suck my tits and fuck my pussy. I want that big dick to fuck me senseless."

He pulled almost all the way out, leaving the tip just inside her. He paused there. "I'm sorry," he said. "What did you want me to do?" he teased.

"Fuck me! You tease. Ram your big hard cock into my tight hole. Fuck me like you fucked my daughter!"

"We'll have to change positions for that," he grinned. 

"Oh, my! You took her from behind didn't you, you bad boy!"

"That's ... how ... she ... wanted ... it!" he said, timing each word with his cock ramming into Stacy's mom.

"Bend me over the bed," she said breathlessly. "I want you to take me like that."

He pulled his cock from her, and it glistened in the moonlight, drops of her pussy juice falling onto the covers.

Grasping her legs, he flipped her over roughly and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs could hang down. She placed her feet on the floor with her ass in the air. Her face was buried in her arms.

"Stick it back in me!" she demanded. 

He entered her in one quick thrust, and she groaned into the covers. She spread her legs wider and bent her knees a little to give him a better angle.

"You're just like your daughter, aren't you? You both love fucked from behind, don't you?"

"Yes! God, Yes!"

"You know what else your little girl likes?" 

Before she could answer, she jumped at the hard smack that came down on her ass. A second landed on the other cheek. 

"That's right. She likes to be spanked on her sweet little ass, and from the looks of it, so do you." Two more slaps rained down, and her cheeks were starting to turn rosy red.

"Am I right?" he said, punctuating the question with another smack.

"Uh huh," she mumbled into the covers.

Another smack connected. 

"I couldn't hear you, what did you say? Do you like to be spanked too?" Smack! Smack!

She never did answer because that last smack, coupled with the pounding Wayne was giving her pussy, pushed her over the top, and her cunt began convulsing around his enormous prick.

Wayne had never felt such strong muscular contractions, and it was more than he could take. At the same time, he unleashed his second load, pumping the contents of his balls into Stacy's mom. She could feel him convulsing within her, and it sparked an immediate second orgasm that wasn't as intense as the first, but was still pretty damn good.

Wayne was exhausted. He'd come four times today, not counting his morning masturbation routine, and he was literally too pooped to pop. 

He withdrew his slimy firm dick from her womb and collapsed on the bed beside her. She was finally starting to catch her breath, and she leaned over to take his softening prick in her mouth and gentled licked and sucked him clean. 

Wayne was pretty sure he'd never felt such a luxurious feeling as having his cock gently, lovingly sucked clean after sex.

When she was done, Stacy's mom curled up next to him and rested her head on his chest. 

"You know," he said. "I used to be pretty sure that Stacy was not the girl for me. The fact of the matter is I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I kept seeing Stacy because I wanted to see you. The irony, though, is that I fell in love with Stacy too."

"Wayne, you don't have to worry. I would never try to take you away from my daughter. We wouldn't have done what we just did if she hadn't been adamant about it.

"Stacy loves you, and she wants you to be happy. She also loves me and wants me to be happy. To me, this seems like a win-win situation for you. You've got two hot women to fuck whenever you want, unless that thought doesn't appeal to you," she teased.

"No, no, I think that will work for me," he deadpanned. "I'm pretty sure I'm up to the challenge."

Running her fingers over his lengthening cock, Stacy's mom had to agree.

"There's just one thing," he said, and she denoted a tone of seriousness in his voice.

If we're going to keep doing this, I can't keep calling you "Stacy's mom."