0 comments/ 152203 views/ 11 favorites Daughter & Mother By: Laszlo "Yeah, I live with my mum", Carly giggled. Her silver t-shirt stretched across her breasts as she arched back in her chair. "Dad left us both when I was born. Bastard", she added impassively. I grinned as I looked at Carly's creamy belly, exposed above the waist of her satin hipster skirt. These young girls really know how to turn a guy on, I thought to myself, as she stroked her stomach with her fingers. "Do you have kids?" she asked, flicking her hair back and leaning back even further in her seat, making her t-shirt ride up a bit more. "Nope", I replied, sipping my beer, and imagining my tongue running across that taut flesh. I'd asked this little vixen out on a date, assuming she'd think I was too old. She worked in a CD shop and I couldn't keep my eyes off her tight, swaying butt as she moved around the shop. Her blonde hair was growing out at the roots but she had a nice jiggling pair of breasts that she wasn't in a hurry to hide. I met her at the shop after work and, for our dinner date, she'd changed her clothes - swapped her jeans for this slinky skirt and her scuffed sneakers for high-heeled strappy shoes. "So what now?" she smiled, after the last of the food had been eaten and the bill had been paid. Her smile continued, as she leaned back again and looped her fingers into the top of her little skirt, pushing it down so I could glimpse her hip bones. "Looks like that skirt's a bit uncomfortable", I grinned, wondering why I couldn't see the waistband of her panties. I ended up taking her just a few blocks away, to my office, which was empty so late at night. I lay her down on my desk and kissed her cute little feet with their blue painted nails in their strappy shoes. She wriggled her skirt off altogether, showing me she wasn't wearing panties and offered her warm, wet, open lips. "You are shameless!" I laughed, as we kissed, her legs winding around the small of my back. I don't think my desk has ever seen so much work done on it. For an hour or more we alternated positions until we were both completely naked and covered in sweat and, eventually, cum. "So, do you have a girlfriend or a wife?" Carly asked coolly, as she slid her skirt back on. "Um, yeah, I do", I offered. Honesty is the best policy in these cases, I've found. Sometimes women flip out when I tell them; other times, like now, they're secretly pleased. "Wow, that's cool", Carly grinned, flashing her big white teeth. "So, are you just into one-nighters, or would you do it again?" "It's always more risky to do it more than once with a girl", I added, thinking of another girl who my girlfriend nearly found out about recently. "But, with you, yes" I added, watching her stretch her top down over her tits. "I like older guys, that's all", Carly said, sitting on the edge of my desk and pulling up her skirt to show her thighs. "Shall I?" I offered, kneeling down in front of her. She nodded, so I helped her do up the straps of her high heels. "Will you take me home?" she asked. "There's nobody there; my mother's away for the night". + + + + "Mum's left me a note", Carly said, back at her place. She was mixing me a drink in the kitchen and a piece of red notepaper was put out for her. "What does she say?" "Probably back very late tonight!" Carly giggled. "I hope that means in the morning. She's been going out with this guy, Roger, but I don't think they've fucked yet". I looked at my watch and saw the time was 1.20am. "Does she know you go out with guys like me?" I smiled. "Sure she does", Carly replied, with a wink. "She's a bit jealous, I think. That I can pull guys easier than she can. Here's some pics of her". Carly pulled out a sheaf of photos from behind a fruit bowl. "She's very attractive", I commented, seeing a tall, slim, dark-haired woman with her daughter. Guys older than me would have called her 'well-preserved'. "She looks young", I added. "Yeah, she is", Carly said. "Only 17 when she had me". I did some mental calculations. Allowing Carly to be, at the most, 21, that meant her mother was about my age. Hmmm. As I flipped through the photos a few caught my eye. "What's this one?" I asked, seeing a waist-up shot of Carly with her mother, both topless, sitting either side of a guy at the beach. "Oh, that's Will. Mum's ex", Carly offered blithely. She didn't say anything about why Will's hand cupped Carly's bare breast. Another couple of photos were of Carly's mother at some party, sitting in a too-short miniskirt, with a tell-tale little triangle of bare flesh visible between her legs. I laughed as I held the photo to Carly for comment. "Yeah, mum goes out like that all the time!" she giggled. "You should see some of her outfits". She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom. "This is mum's room. In there is her wardrobe. I'll show you some of her things". I admired Carly's bare butt as her skirt rode up as she pulled clothes off the upper shelves of the wardrobe. She turned and surprised me by sliding her t-shirt off, then her skirt. Standing there naked, except for high heels, she just grinned seductively. "Well? What shall I wear?" She rummaged amongst the clothes she'd pulled out, selecting a lime green nylon piece of fabric. We both laughed, as Carly struggled to get into it. "I've got bigger tits than mum, and I'm an inch or two taller, so her dresses look a bit small on me". "But I'll bet that doesn't stop you wearing them, huh?" I laughed. "No way!" Carly giggled, as she adjusted the straps that didn't quite cover her ample bosom. The dress had a low waist and showed the curve of her belly nicely and hugged her butt from behind. It was thin enough to show that Carly wore nothing underneath. "Does your mum let you go out in these things?" I asked, already feeling my cock hardening again. "Sure she does. I say to her that if she can wear them, surely I can!" Carly said defiantly. "She started doing this stuff young, anyway. How do you think she had me?" Just then there was the sound of jangling keys and a door opening somewhere in the house. "Speak of the devil!" Carly laughed, as she shut the wardrobe doors and picked up her own discarded clothes. "Is me being here OK?" I asked, wondering if I'd have to do the quick out-the-window getaway. "Hey, relax. Mum's cool. You'll see", Carly said as she kissed me before taking my hand and walking into the hallway. + + + I was introduced to a slightly surprised Cheryl, a slightly trashy looking woman with big hair, wobbling on her high heels. "Not much of an evening", Cheryl said. "Just went dancing with Roger". I wondered why Roger wouldn't come in and take advantage of Cheryl's obvious charms: almost all of her long tanned legs in their strappy platforms were visible under her white miniskirt and her cleavage was on show too, courtesy of a yellow push-up bra and a low-cut button up top. "Roger's gone already, has he mum?", Carly asked, giving her mother a hug. "Yeah, hon", Cheryl replied. "Get us all a drink why don't you?" Half an hour later, the three of us were sitting in the lounge, listening to Carly's dance music CDs, drinking our third vodka and lime. I'm sure Cheryl could smell the sex on her daughter and I, for she kept glancing across at Carly who was stretched out on the rug in front of us. "It's really nice of you two to sit up and wait for me", Cheryl said, slightly woozily. "Carly, please sit up properly". She'd finally noticed that Carly had let her dress ride up, exposing her shaved pussy. I'd been staring at it for minutes, with a growing hard-on, as Carly idly toyed with her long fingernails. "That dress looks really nice on you darling", Cheryl said. "But you need to wear a g-string under it", she added, as Carly still hadn't pulled her dress down but now had pushed a finger right inside herself. "I didn't wear underwear tonight, mum", Carly giggled. "I'm just a little bit horny still. Laszlo doesn't mind". I was wondering what sort of girl has a mother who'll let her masturbate in front of her, when Cheryl answered my question. "You know, Laszlo, I've always brought Carly up to be very open sexually. I've always walked around the house naked and encouraged Carly to do the same", she said, relaxing back into the arm of the sofa. Sitting next to her, I couldn't help but admire her long legs stretched out which were almost touching me and started to wonder if Cheryl herself had panties on. "Mum!" Carly said, sitting up with her legs crossed, "You're flirting with Laszlo, I can tell." "Well, he's a good looking man", Cheryl murmured, pushing her feet against my thighs. As her legs moved, I caught a glimpse of bare flesh under her skirt and my cock stiffened some more. + + + Carly started ringing me almost every night after that. We'd flirt on the phone - and, a few times, have phone sex. "You get off on chicks in sexy outfits, don't you Laszlo?" she asked, after we'd spent almost an hour talking about how sexy Carly would look in sheer minidresses and high heels. "That's why you've got the hots for my mum, huh?" Both parts of what she said were true, but I was only prepared to admit to the first. "Well, Carly, you're right about the outfits. You wear a skirt very sexily, hon". "Right", she said, a little sarcastically, obviously not liking the way I evaded her question. She was silent for a few seconds before asking, brightly, "Anyway, mum wants you to come with us to Ian's party next weekend. He's a friend of mum's". "Do you want me to come too?" I asked, wondering if Carly could tell I was attracted to her mother. "Of course, hon. I always want you to come!" she giggled. + + + At work, peoples' tongues started wagging, too, when Carly dropped in to say hello one lunchtime. I was at the reception desk when, suddenly, she appeared at the entrance to our office suite. "Hi!" I said, looking up, taking in her curvy shape squeezed into a cute white sundress which was dotted with tiny strawberries. "I just wanted to drop something off to you", she said, with a smile, leaning against the reception counter, her hip thrust out to one side, her long legs shown off nicely in her high-heeled wedge sandals. "Yes, that's right, I'd almost forgotten" I said quickly, noticing Bev, our receptionist, eyeing Carly's very short dress up and down. I took the packet that Carly held out to me. I blushed as I realised I could see right through Carly's dress at her brown nipples and I noticed Bev, too, fixing her gaze on the little glimpse of fuschia-coloured satin which had become visible between Carly's legs. "Photos, huh?" I said, opening the packet. I didn't have a clue what this visit was all about - not until I saw the first one, anyway. It was a photo of Cheryl, rear-view, head turned to look at the camera. She was outdoors on a sunny day, standing on steps in very high white strappy platform shoes. Her denim cutoffs were cropped so short, though, that much of her smooth butt was visible. "Very nice", I said, wondering why Carly had brought these in to me, flipping to the second photo. Full-length shot of Carly with two girlfriends, all laughing, at a party. A very tall and slim girl is on Carly's left, wearing a thong bikini and nothing else - very pert small tits sticking straight out. On Carly's right, a buxom Indian girl, again topless, with a short skirt. Carly, in between, wearing her white strawberry dress but, clearly, with nothing underneath. "Whose party?" "Ian's. He's in the next photo". The next photo was close-up Carly on a bed with a man aged around 35. Carly was sitting spread-legged, with high heels on and panties under her dress. The photo captured the texture of her skin nicely, her painted toenails and silver toe-ring. However, the panties were totally sheer, showing her pussy lips clearly. "I like this one", I smiled. Carly smiled back and I thought I saw a tiny blush on her cheeks. Bev kept looking at us and kept answering calls, while keeping her eyes firmly on Carly's delicious butt which was more easily in view the further she leaned against the counter. "One more", Carly said. The last one made me blush. It was of Carly, surrounded by a group of people. She was lying, on a beanbag, her legs slightly apart. Naked. Well, almost naked. She had a pair of silver high heels on, looking slutty and wanton. "I like this outfit best", I smiled. "I do too. That's at Ian's as well", she said, taking the photos back from me. She leaned and kissed me chastely and turned on her heel towards the lift. I admired the swell of her butt cheeks under her dress as she got into the lift. "Who's that young woman?" said Bev, with a disapproving look on her face. "Oh, just a friend", I said nonchalantly. + + + After that little visit, I couldn't wait until the Saturday night of Ian's party but, finally, having made my excuses to my girlfriend, Karen, I headed off to pick up Carly and Cheryl. I rang their doorbell but wasn't sure if they'd heard me: loud dance music was booming loudly. I wondered, too, if I'd worn the right clothes; I had a new blue shirt, undone a little, and my favourite tight black pants which show off my butt nicely. At least, that's what girls tell me. "Hey, hon, you look fabulous!" Carly said as she greeted me. "I should say the same, babe!" I commented, as I hugged and kissed her. I held her at arm's length to admire her: her large breasts jiggled behind a tiny metallic halter top which caught the light and was held together by a slender chain across her back. A tiny slit skirt - no more than two flaps really - was sitting so low on Carly's hips that her slit was visible from above whenever she took a step. "Does your mother know you're wearing this?!" I laughed. "You don't even have panties on, Carly!", I added, wagging my finger and grinning. Carly laughed too, and shook her butt, before replying, "Wait till you see mum. C'mon, she's in her room". I was hardly able to walk, my cock was so hard, as I followed Carly's swaying butt, first into the lounge to turn the music down a little, then into Cheryl's room. "Mum, Laszlo's here!" Carly called. I started to wonder what sort of relationship Carly and her mother really did have when I saw Cheryl's outfit. It was a minidress - I suppose that's the word for it - which didn't really cover anything. "What do you think, Laszlo? Sexy enough?" Cheryl asked, pirouetting for me. The honey-yellow 'dress' barely extended below Cheryl's waist. Like's Carly's top, it was a halter neck, but tied so loosely to allow the fabric to fall either side of Cheryl's tanned breasts, still quite firm for a woman her age. Underneath, she was wearing a g-string made of fishnet; through it, I could see her cleanly-shaven lips. "I can see you're already getting a bit frisky, Cheryl", I laughed, looking at her shiny pussy, as she faced me. "Oh damn!" she giggled, "Is it really that obvious?" She pushed her scrap of fishnet aside and ran a finger along her pussy before offering her hand to me. "You be the judge", she giggled, pushing her long painted nail against my lips. The characteristic musky odour filled my nostrils as I took her finger into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. I held it there, while I looked calmly at Cheryl. Her free hand was back at her pussy and I knew she was starting to masturbate. "Mum!" Carly said indignantly, "Would you stop flirting with Laszlo?" Just then, the doorbell rang. "Who's that?" I asked, popping Cheryl's slim finger out of my mouth. "That'll be Erin", Cheryl said. "Answer the door, Carly, there's a dear". Carly looked petulant as she clomped to the door in her platform heels. As soon as she'd gone, Cheryl pressed herself against me, her breasts rubbing my chest , her tongue entwined around mine. With the beat of the music, I could hear the giggle of female voices at the door and, enjoying a few moments of bliss, I ran my hands around Cheryl's butt. "Mum, Erin and Paula are here", Carly announced, standing in the doorway, hands on hips. Cheryl and I moved apart and I was introduced to Erin, a friend of Cheryl's about her own age, and Paula, her daughter. For half a second, I thought that Erin and Paula would be shocked by Cheryl's half-naked, lipstick-smudged appearance. But they obviously knew her better than I did. "Cheryl, darling, you're up to your old tricks, I can tell", cried Erin, tottering forward in her black stilletos. Erin's frizzy peroxide blonde hair was matched by an equally amazing gold minidress, held together at the front by a precarious knot. Her firm suntanned breasts were in danger of popping out altogether, as she wobbled over to me after kissing Cheryl. "Hi, I'm Laszlo", I said, straightening my shirt and holding my hand out, trying not to stare at her impressive tits. "He was supposed to be my date", Carly was saying to Paula. "But I guess I can find another one at the party, huh?" she added with a slightly forced laugh. Paula was a slightly plump olive-skinned girl who'd managed to get into a lace minidress which, like her mother's, only just covered her butt. Her legs were a little too chunky for such a short dress, but she was wearing the highest heels I'd seen yet, as if to make up for her height. "I've just gotta adjust this, then we're ready to go", Cheryl said, motioning towards her g-string as she sat on the bed with her legs apart. "God, mum's such a slut", I could hear Carly complaining, in a loud whisper, to Paula. "Would you help me adjust this, Laszlo?" Cheryl asked, with a wicked little giggle. She slumped back, legs apart, as her finger looped the slender knot of black fabric which was all off to one side of her wet pussy lips. Her high-heels were dangling on the ends of her toes and I was just about bursting out of my pants. "Your mum's pretty hot, though, Carly", I heard Paula say, and I could hear their shoes click-clack across the parquetry floor as they moved towards us from the doorway. Erin simply stood where she was and looked at Cheryl's wanton pose. "You like the mothers of the young girls, too, huh, Laszlo?" she smiled. I wasn't sure if that was an offer and, in the few seconds I thought about it, my attention was distracted from Erin's breasts to Cheryl, who'd started stroking her pussy. "Dad hated it when mum did this in front of other people", Carly was saying to Paula, who just watched. I wondered what sort of mother masturbates in front of her own daughter when I felt Carly's hand on my shoulder. I turned to meet her gaze: her clear eyes looked steadily at me as she raised her arms and draped them around my neck. Pouting her lips towards mine, she ground her hips against me. "Untie my top", she whispered. A single knot at the back undid it. Carly stepped back, her breasts now swinging free, and started swivelling her hips to the music which could be heard from the stereo in the lounge. I hadn't seen Carly dance before and my attention was diverted long enough from Cheryl's moaning to notice that her daughter was a great dancer. Her little hands ran up and down her juicy breasts and her tiny skirt flipped around as she flicked her hips, giving us glimpses of bare teenage pussy. "Sit here!" Cheryl's voice said behind me, as I felt a tug on my elbow. "You too", she added, motioning to the other women. Erin and Paula obeyed and, for a minute or two, we all watched Carly dance with her eyes closed. As soon as Cheryl touched me though, my cock sprang to attention. She knew it, too. I couldn't resist at all; I just lay back and let her do what she wanted. "Naughty boy!" she said, elatedly, as she undid my pants and my cock sprang free, "No underpants!" Daughter And Mother In Control Sandra listened to her daughter with shock at first. She couldn't believe she was saying such things. The girl wanted to make their white rich neighbors, the Van Horns, their slaves. She had it all planned out already and was showing her a tape of Jennifer (Mrs. Van Horn) seducing the paperboy in her backyard which she had recorded with her new cam only days earlier. She taught it was unfair for her mother to work so hard to try to make a living while the neighbors could screw around and enjoy the finer things at their pleasure. Just because she was black. Sandra had watched the tape at first with disgust and then found herself getting excited despite her better nature. Jennifer had made the boy get on his knees and service her ass while she masturbated herself at his discomfort. Afterwards, the boy was allowed to masturbate his cock in front of her while she laughed at him. It was disgusting the way she used to kid. Marcie was telling her the plan on how she was going to blackmail Jennifer with the tape while Sandra was to seduce the husband into submission. It was totally ridiculous and the same time seemed to be totally practical. After all, she had noticed the neighbor (John Van Horn) had been admiring her body for months now and shouldn't be that hard to tame into her toy. Jennifer; however, was another story, but Marcie was convinced she could do it. A life of luxury for them. She pondered for awhile getting excited herself at the thought. Finally, she agreed. They continued to plan how it was going to be done late into the night as both women went to bed rubbing there clits with their thoughts. The next morning Sandra was at the peek hole in the fence with Marcie cam. She saw Jennifer in the back yard on a lawn chair as usual with only a bikini on getting her daily sun tan. Marcie was entering the yard and starting to creep up on the woman. As she got close, Jennifer looked up and said something to her. Marcie sat down in a chair by the table in front of her and was talking to her. Sandra focused the zoom lens in to see the redness on Jennifer face as she slowly got up from the chair. Suddenly, Sandra saw Jennifer reach out and slap her daughter across the face almost knocking the girl down. She wanted to drop the cam and come to her daughter rescue but continued to watch as Marcie turned to leave and started walking. Their plan was doomed she thought and almost lower the cam before she fall Jennifer chasing after Marcie and yelling something. Marcie was ignoring her as she continued walking with the older white woman calling out and following her. Could her daughter take another slap, or should she help, Sandra pondered. Then the surprise. Marcie spurned around and was barking something at the older white woman. They just both stood there for moments and then to Sandra surprise, she watched Jennifer reach up and unhook the top of the bikini top letting it drop to the ground. Sandra got excited at the sight of the older woman sagging white tits bare in her lens. I can't believe it, she thought, trying to focus the lens in more detail. Jennifer next reached down and unhooked her bikini bottoms in front of Marcie letting them drop also. Sandra move the lens up and down looking at Jennifer red face, her sagging tits, and her round white ass. She reached down between her own legs and slipped her hand under her dress and started rubbing her clit. She watched as Jennifer got down on her knees in front of Marcie while her daughter went around her and grabbing her bikini top started tying Jennifer hands behind her back. The older white woman was putting up no resistance but turning all shades of red while her hands were tied. Next, Marcie picked up her bikini bottom and started tying her ankles together. Sandra could see Jennifer was now at the mercy of her daughter and started rubbing her clit faster wished it was her over there. She continued to watch. Marcie had moved back in front of Jennifer and surprisingly reached out and slapped the woman across the face with a blow harder than she had received earlier. Jennifer cheek was red from the impact as she tried to maintain her balance. Another slap followed as Sandra watched the white woman tried to regain her senses and was moving her legs apart in front of Marcie. She never thought Marcie could be that cruel to another person but when she watched her daughter foot plow into Jennifer cunt sending the woman backwards on the ground in pain she now knew better. Her own cunt was dripping at the sight. Marcie was yelling something at the woman when she noticed Jennifer trying to get back on her knees and the pain the woman must be going through. Marcie started walking towards the chair as Jennifer started crawling on her knees behind her. The plan was starting to succeed as Sandra cunt flow freely between her legs. Marcie had the woman now over her lap and was really whapping Jennifer big round butt. Jennifer was squirming wildly in her daughter lap and Sandra could see the red imprints of her daughter palm all over the woman butt. Finally, the woman quit squirming accepting her fate as Sandra watched in lust as the woman ass bucked up and down with each swat. Marcie pushed the woman off her lap as Jennifer was squirming on the ground in pain. Standing up, Marcie proceeded to the house and grabbing the hose returned to the white woman wiggling on the ground below. She was still yelling at the woman as Jennifer turned over putting her face to the ground and her reddened rear up. Sandra watched Marcie secured the white woman by her waist and then start pushing the water hose faucet in the woman's big ass. What was she going to do, Sandra thought, now inserting her fingers in her cunt and pushing them in? She watched Marcie turn the faucet knob and the woman jerking up in shock. Her daughter had turned the water on in the woman's asshole. It was only for a moment before Marcie turned it back off but the effect could be seen through the lens as Jennifer stomach seemed to be much bigger and the woman was squirming in misery. Marcie had popped the hose out and stood up while the woman was shaking miserable below her. At her command, Sandra watched Jennifer struggle to get up and then again on command bent over almost to her knees. She maintained her position for a minute before Marcie slapped her ass and Sandra watched a stream of water shoot upward behind the woman ass. She came at the sight almost dropping the cam while falling on the ground in pleasure. It took her a while to regain herself as she got back up and grabbing the cam put it back in the peek hole to see what was going on next. Marcie was going in the house with Jennifer on her knees crawling behind. She put the cam back down and lay upon her back stroking her cunt as fast as she could. She needed to cum again. She thought about how she was going to accomplish her part of the plan and pondered what was going on at present in Jennifer house. She came again. Sandra felt like it was hours since hearing from her daughter as she completed her shower and admired her mature body in the mirror. She had call Jennifer's husband John early this morning and asked him to come over with an insurance plan that his company was selling. She rubbed her clit slightly still remembering what she had witness earlier that morning. The camera was well hidden in place for her evening activity. They had planned it pretty good. The phone finally ran as she left the room to answer it throwing a towel around her waist. Her daughter voice was on the other end. "Marcie, I can't believe what you did to that bitch." "Are you okay dear?" She asked. Marcie started telling her what she was doing to Jennifer in the house and how much fun she was having. Sandra cunt started getting wet while she listened. She was beginning to reach down to stroke it when she heard a car drive up in the driveway. "Got to go honey", she told Marcie. "Looks like my new slave is arriving." "Can't wait to have my turn with the bitch later." "Bye, bye." "Enjoy." She hung up the phone as the doorbell rang. Getting up with only the towel wrapped around her she walked over and opened it. Mr. Van Horn, John, stared at the brown skin body in disbelief and lust. "Come on in sugar," Sandra said, turning her back to him and swaying her hips as she walked to give him a good view. "Hope you don't mind." "I just got out the tub and haven't had time to get dress." She lied. John eagerly told her he didn't and she felt his stare at her ass as they walked in the living room and she took a seat on the sofa. Crossing her legs, she gave him a good view of her large thighs and could see the reddening of his face as he focused on them. Loosening her towel slightly, her large tit tops was exposed. John finally found his voice as he took a seat opposite and started talking about the policy and struggling with his words. His sight was totally on her thighs as she enjoyed his stare. This man had been sex starved she thought as she watched him staring at her thighs. He was going to be easy to tame. Much, much earlier than she had imagined. There wasn't much need to prolong it since he oblivious was obsessed by his stare. She could see the large bulge in his trousers as he was now trying to get his words out with little success. "Mr. Van Horn." she yelled out loud. "How dare you get a hard on looking at my legs?" John nearly fell back in the chair in surprise. He knew his cock was about to explode and her voice totally took him by surprise. "A married man looking trying to mentally rape me," she continued. "I aught to put your white butt over my lap this minute and spank it." "You pervert." John sat quiet and shaken. He had fantasized for weeks of this dark skin beauty and now his fantasy was being played out in front of him. He gasped for air and words. Finally, he spoke, lowering his head. "Yes mam." He replied. "That's yes mistress to you boy," Sandra yelled playing her role perfect. "Get your butt up and get those clothes off this minute." "I'm not going to wear my hand out on your worthless butt while it's covered." John didn't hesitate. He immediately got up and unbuckled his pants dropping them to the floor and then unbuttoning his chair letting it fall. His shoes quickly slid off as he stepped out of his pants. His cock was sticking straight out in his jockey shorts for her amusement. Too damn easy, Sandra thought. Why hadn't she done this earlier? The man was probably a wimp and Jennifer had probably been fucking his ass. She was getting wet looking at his budge. "Well, what are you waiting for?" "Didn't I tell you to get naked white boy," she yelled out as angry as she could be. John quickly dropped his shorts as his cock sprung straight out at her. His face was totally red but he made no effort to cover his cock with his hand. Sandra knew he was now hers to own as she let the towel open exposing her tits and cunt to his view and watched as he gasped in surprise and lust at the sight. "Don't just stand there." "Get your butt over my lap now and I'm going to show you what your mother should have done years before," she yelled. John knees seem to shake as she watched him walk over and slowly got across her broad thighs. His cock was jutting out between her thighs as she closed them on it and noticed his moans of delight at the pleasure. "I think 50 on a big white ass like yours should be enough to warm it up." She told him slapping his right ass cheek. Ohh. John yelled. Ohhh. Ohhhh. Sandra was enjoying the sight of his white ass globes wobbling in her lap with each spank. His ass started squirming as more and more blows were delivered to it in succession. "Please no more mistress," John begged. "It hurts." "You bet its going to hurt." "You pervert." Sandra yelled. "When I get through with your white ass you want be able to see for a week." Sandra could feel his cum leaking down her thighs and knew the bastard was trying to get off. She laid the remaining blows as hard and fast as she could on his ass just to prevent it. He was yelling and cussing as she pushed him off his lap onto the hard floor below. "Awhhhhh." John yelled grabbing his ass and rubbing it while squirming on the hard surface below. Sandra got off the couch and stood straddling his face from above. "Is this what you wanted to see boy?" She asked spreading her legs wide and giving him an excellent view of her wet cunt above." "Bet you want me to sit on your face." "Don't you white boy." John was staring at disbelief and excitement. His cock sprang up as he laid starting up in lust at her hairy black cunt. He couldn't stand it. "Please mistress," he asked. "Please sit on my face." "What about your wife white boy." "She'll probably shit her pants knowing you was begging to lick my pussy." She taunted. "Fuck her." John replied. "Sit on my face mistress." "Let me lick your beautiful pussy. Sandra slowly lowered her cunt down on John face as she felt his tongue quickly start licking up and down her clity. This was too easy she thought enjoying the feeling between her legs. She knew she was getting this all on tape and enjoying every minute of it. She came and rubbed her cunt up and down on his nose as he tried to tongue it longer. "Now for the main course dearie." She teased him getting up and then turning around so he could see her beautiful black ass above. Slowly she started lowering it back down on his face. She was only halfway down before she felt his tongue on his asshole. "Slower slave." She demanded. "Lick around the rim for a while first." Sandra felt his tongue working around and around her anus opening and then start working its way inside. Her cunt was soaking wet as she rub it on his chin while he darted his tongue in and out her asshole. It was pure bliss to have your asshole tongued. It wasn't very long till she climax again. She slowly got up. "Get your white ass up and call your work and tell them you're sick." She demanded. "I have plans for you boy." John quickly got up and ran over to the phone dialing his boss. He was acting like he had a severe cough over the phone while Sandra took behind him groping his ass cheek in back. As soon as he got off, she pushed a finger deep in his asshole making him lean over the table in surprise and excitement. She noticed his cock springing up in excitement and his ass pushing back for the intruder as she plunged it in and out. "Cum white boy." "Cum for your mistress." She commanded knowing he was on the verge of cumming. "Ahhhhhh." John screamed as his white cum shot out under the table below. Sandra slowly withdrew her finger in triumph. She could tell by his compulsions that he was hers now to use anyway she wanted. "Get down there and lick that mess up you created on the floor while I make a Phone call." She commanded. "It better be clean by the time I get back." John immediately dropped down and started licking his cum spots on the floor as Sandra walked out into the kitchen and quickly calls her daughter on the phone. She heard Marcie voice on the other end. "Oh hi mom" Marcie said. "How are things over there?" Sandra quickly started telling Marcie of her adventure with John not daring to Leave out any details. Her cunt was getting wet again and wanted to get back to living room as soon as possible. When she was done, she thanked her daughter for the idea and hung up. Quickly, she ran back to the living room to see John still in position with his white ass sticking straight out at her. She rubbed her cunt in excitement. Meanwhile, "Keep it up toilet face." Marcie was saying from above sitting on the couch and Hanging up the phone. She had a toilet plunger in her hand and was pumping it up and down on Jennifer Poor face lying on her back on the floor below. "My feet are still sore." Marcie had her feet between Jennifer large breasts as the woman below was rubbing her feet with her large boobs. "I might need another butt massage by your tongue soon." She laughed rubbing Her clit. Daughter & Mother At this, Carly opened her eyes to look, although she continued dancing. She was beginning to perspire and a delicious sheen covered her bare skin as she writhed. "You just stay there", Cheryl said to me, as she used one hand to keep me on the bed, the other to turn herself over. Resting on all fours, she pushed her butt up against me, inviting me to enter her from behind. "I want to see Carly dance", I said, so I pulled Cheryl around across my lap. She adjusted herself quickly and neatly and, before I knew it, my cock was sliding into her warm folds. "Oh, yeah", she cooed into my ear, "You know how long it's been since . . ." Her words trailed off as she started to enjoy the sensations of sex. Carly opened her eyes again and surprised me by giving me a wink. Erin and Paula had also lain back on the bed and were enjoying the spectacle, smiling while whispering to one another. To the pounding of the music, Cheryl slid up and down on my cock, giggling like a schoolgirl. She was remarkably fit and strong and each wriggle of her hips brought me closer and closer to orgasm. "You're amazing", I whispered, as she repeatedly clenched me hard and then released. I desperately didn't want to come, thinking that if I held off, I could probably fuck Carly later on too. But it was too late: I gushed with a great spurt and felt myself empty totally into Cheryl, who grinned from ear to ear and slowly stopped writhing. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. + + + Boom, boom, boom, went the music - and the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I couldn't believe I'd just fucked Carly's mum. In front of her. A huge wash of guilt went through me and, for a split-second, I wanted the bed to swallow me up completely. "Hey, Laszlo's passed out!" I heard Carly giggle. "What have you done to him?" I felt a finger on my cheek and opened my eyes. It was Carly's. "Babe, you OK there?" She was smiling. With a shock, I realised Cheryl still remained astride me. Her face was a blur, as were Paula's and Erin's beside me. The music continued pounding and I returned Carly's smile with a grin as she leaned over to kiss me.