0 comments/ 84665 views/ 11 favorites Three On A Webcam By: dv8tor It was a welcome change from all the extensive studying I had been doing for the last few years. A job, I mean a Real Job – one that actually paid me for all the years I had spent playing with computers and the Internet. Not everyone is fortunate enough to get paid to do something they are almost obsessed about, but working as a computer and network technician did just that. It was also going to provide some necessary funds to the household my Mom and I shared. Ever since my step-father had left, things had been rather tight and now I hoped to contribute enough money so that Mom wouldn't have to work nights anymore. Since I had been playing on the Internet long before Microsoft had re-invented Windblows, I was already aware that one could find anything that could be imagined on that world-wide resource and I was of the opinion that nothing I ever saw would ever surprise me, yet the day came when I was served a rude awakening. That is the subject of this narrative. Midway through my third month as field technician, I was called upon to make a house call on a dead computer. I was rather pleased when I recognized the name and address as Jimmy Chambers, someone I used to hang around with back in ninth grade. I looked at the work order and read the description of the problem. "Client states that the Windows splash screen hangs and the computer won't boot up." I smirked to myself, "Well this is going to be an easy one. Probably just restore the registry and everything will be fine." I arrived at the home at precisely 11:00 A.M. and was greeted at the door by Jimmy's Mom. "Huh--hi, Mrs. Chambers," I mumbled as I caught a brief flash of breast as she drew her bathrobe about her waist a little more tightly. "Darrin? Darrin Williams? Is that you?" She exclaimed as she stepped back and looked me up and down. "Yes Ma'am, in the flesh." "Why boy, we haven't seen you since you and your mom moved to the other side of town! How have you been?" "Great, Mrs. C. Been doing a lot of studying and preparation for college this Fall." "Good boy. You know Jimmy's enlisted in the Navy?" "No, I thought he was going to college." "He is. He signed on a special program that allows him to go to college while he is in the Navy. He goes active this Fall." "Great, where is he?" I inquired as I looked about the living room. "Oh, he's down in Jacksonville right now and won't be back for a couple of days. Something about taking the Armed Forces Entrance Exam and Physical." "Oh, that's too bad, I was hoping…" "Yeah, but his being gone is why I had to call for service. I'm sure Jimmy could have fixed my computer but since he isn't here…" "Well, it doesn't sound like a major problem, Mrs. C. I'm sure I can have it fixed in short order." "Oh, I do hope so. You see, I use it every day, for both work and play and I now feel totally lost without it." "Well, lead me to the patient and we'll see about getting you back online." I all but drooled as I followed her down the hallway and into her bedroom. The swing of those hips and the long, lean curve of her legs hadn't changed in the three years since I saw her last. Louise Chambers had been the subject of many an erotic fantasy for a long time. Back when Jimmy and I were growing up together, I used to spend a lot of time over at his house. Louse had never been an overly modest woman and I was frequently treated to flashes of this and that over the years. I even went so far as to peek on her while she was taking a shower or changing clothes after a swim in their small pool. As we entered her bedroom, Louise walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of lacy panties that were lying on the floor. As she picked them up, she turned to me and smiled. "I still wear the same filly little under-things I used to, Darrin," she said with a devilish glint in her eyes. I flushed red with embarrassment. I had all but forgotten the incident when she caught me masturbating into a pair of her panties that she had left in the bathroom. At the time she had only smiled and asked me to run cold water over them when I had finished. I could've died, just like my erection did. "Uh, yeah, so I see," I muttered as I averted my eyes and walked over to the computer. She leaned down and peered over my shoulder as I booted her computer to the command prompt. "What are you doing?" she asked as she leaned further giving me a great view of one perky nipple. "I am restoring your registry from a previous version. This will probably fix everything." "Oh. I'm not going to lose any data, am I?" She inquired in a worried tone of voice. "I doubt it, but I'll make sure everything works before I leave, Mrs. C." "Good, I hope you're right. I especially don't want to lose my bookmarks, Darrin. Oh, and by-the-way…Please address me as Louise, now that you are a grown man and we are both adults." "Sure thing, Mrs.C, uh, Louise," I stammered. She chuckled. "I'm going to go take a shower, Darrin. Just make yourself at home. You remember where the kitchen is, don't you?" "Of course, Lousie, I remember it all like it was yesterday." As she reached the door, she paused then turned around slowly. "I'm not going to lock the bathroom door but I would prefer it if you didn't peek in on me while I'm in the shower." "Wha??? I wouldn't…" I blurted. "Oh Darrin, you think I didn't know about your juvenile attempts to see me naked?" She laughed. "Oh gee, Lousie. I'm sorry, I didn't mean," She cut me off in mid-sentence. "Darrin, forget it. I knew you and Jimmy both were stealing peeks, and to be honest with you, I rather liked it. Why do you think I always left my bedroom and bathroom door cracked. I thought it was rather exciting to have such attention." She gave a delightful toss of her head and moved on down the hall before I could summon up a response. I sat there and pondered everything she had said and done in the past few minutes while I waited for the computer to boot back up. The peeks into her partially opened robe, along with the insinuations of exhibitionism had the blood flowing rather quickly to my groin. I shifted in the seat and adjusted my trousers to allow a little more space for my growing erection. As the computer came to life, I diverted my attention to the task at hand. I began to systematically check all her software packages to make sure they were working correctly. Then I opened her web browser and started making sure her bookmarks were functional. My eyebrows shot up when I discovered that two of her bookmarks were for webcam sites. It wasn't until then that I noticed the little webcam sitting on top of the computer. I had always wanted to get one of those cameras, but finances just wouldn't allow it. It was only recently that USB cameras have become available for laptops, which is what I used since my Mom had the PC in her bedroom. "I guess Jimmy likes to play on webcam," I chuckled with a little envy. I also discovered several Adult sites, most of which had membership requirements. I could still hear the water running in the shower, so I decided to snoop around a little. I opened up her Internet Cache and was amazed at the number of jpg files it contained. I arbitrarily began to open some of the files and nearly fell out of my chair as I saw pictures of women masturbating, guys jerking off (lots of those), and quite a few pictures of young guys having various forms of sex with older women. Then I clicked on the "documents" button and noticed that a large number of the contents were screen captures. Intrigued, I opened a couple of them up. What I saw next left me frozen in place with one the hardest woodys I had ever experienced. She had obviously been taking screen captures of some of her webcam sessions and then viewing them later. Every one of them portrayed the same theme; that of a very young guy (late teens, possibly early twenties) and a woman who looked to be about forty to forty-five. In most of them they were masturbating, side-by-side as they took turns with the keyboard. I opened each one in numerical sequence and left it on the desktop. The sequence showed the two people getting closer to orgasm, each picture taken a few seconds apart. "Wow! This is some hot shit!" I exclaimed under my breath. There were only three more jpegs left to open when I heard the shower shut off down the hall. "Damn, not much time here," I muttered as I clicked on the last three files. I just sat there, my mouth agape as they popped open on the screen. The first one was of Louise and Jimmy sitting side-by-side and engaged in mutual masturbation. He appeared to be sliding a small vibrator into his mother's pussy while she was stroking his cock with one hand and squeezing one of her breasts with the other. That picture alone nearly made me cum in my pants without even the slightest touch. The second picture was of Jimmy leaning back while Louse had her mouth fastened upon his cock. You could see his cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she sucked his seed from him. The last picture, though, left me sitting there in mute shock, my mouth hanging open in astonishment. The picture showed a solitary woman, leaning back in a chair. She was totally nude, her legs were splayed wide apart and draped over the arms of the chair. She was thrusting a substantial dildo deep in her richly thatched pussy while holding one of those hand-held massagers against her clit. She was obviously cumming, her head was thrown back, her eyes were wide open and staring intently at the computer on her left and her mouth was open in the form of an O. She was also my mother. I don't know how much time had passed since I opened that last picture, but suddenly I could feel my nuts tighten as I started spurting in my pants. Instinctively I reached down and cupped by swollen gonads in my hand and squeezed while staring intently at my mother's apparent orgasm. Time froze and the picture seemed to grow in my vision until it was all I could see. The world ceased to exist as I feasted my eyes upon her luscious form. "Well, I guess all the good stuff is still there," a voice from far away jolted me out of my reverie. "Oh Shit!" I exclaimed as I hurriedly tried to close all the open windows. Suddenly, I saw a hand enter my field of vision and watched as it landed gently on my wrist. "No sense closing them now, Darrel. The secret is out," Louise said softly in my ear. "I…I..uh…." Words seemed to fail me. She grabbed the arms of the chair and turned me away from the computer. "I think we had better have a little talk, Darrel," she said as she seated herself on the edge of the bed and tucked her terrycloth robe under her legs. "That was my Mom, Louise. How did you get that picture?" "The same way Jimmy and I got all the other ones, we captured it while we were playing on the webcam. "You mean, my Mom???" "Yes, Darrel, Danielle likes to play on webcam just like Jimmy and I do." "But, but…" I tried to find the words thoough it appeared as if I had suddenly become a blathering idiot, totally lacking in communication skills. "Darrel, you're an adult now, so let's deal with this head-on," Louise said as she leaned forward and placed her hand on my knee. "I'm sure, by now, that you realize a woman has the same needs as a man. We all masturbate, sometimes out of desperation. After your father left, your mother tried dating for a while but all the men she met were either assholes or wanted nothing to do with a woman who already had a child. I had the same problem after Jimmy's father died. We used to talk about it a lot. When the Internet came along we both started finding solace in chatrooms, sometimes just talking with other lonely women who were in the same boat. Other times we found that engaging in online sex chat was a welcome diversion. It was safe sex, albeit not very satisfying. Webcams changed that." "How? Why would she want to display herself like that?" "Have you ever been to an adult webcam chat room, Darrel?" "No, I never had a camera and I was always underage." "Oh yeah, forgot that part," Louise smiled. She stood up and walked over to her dresser and procured a pack of cigarettes. She picked up an ashtray then walked back over to the bed. She seemed lost in thought and I started to say something when she cut me off. "Let me explain something to you, Darrel. Men and especially women, as they get older, they realize that their youth and good looks are fading. For men this frequently results in extramarital affairs, usually with a younger woman. A man's ego is a fragile thing, even if they do seem to wear it on their shirtsleeves. When a younger woman takes an interest in an older man, it is almost beyond his control to stop his urges. This is one of the primary causes of divorce – kinda like what happened in your family." "Yeah, Mom explained that to me," I said softly. "But what's that got to do with Mom?" "Well, with women it is a little bit different. Many, if not most women define themselves by how desirable they are to the opposite sex. Age is not so important, at least with some, but desirability is everything. Younger women usually find this desirability thing to be a bit of an annoyance, especially the really good-looking ones. To most, the fact that every other man walking down the street either hits on them or undresses them with their eyes, is sexist and demeaning." "I can understand that. It is probably neat at first but I imagine it gets boring if not irritating," I remarked. "That is an astute observation, one that is seldom made by any man, let alone one as young as yourself. Darrel," Louise smiled warmly. "But I still don't see," I tried to continue. "Darrel, when a woman gets older and her face starts to sag, her tits begin to droop and her ass looks more like a sofa cushion, she loses her confidence. Women don't age as well as men, which is why it really isn't that hard for an older guy to find a younger girl. Women are usually lucky if they find someone their own age, let alone younger." She held up her hand as I started to say something in protest. "Let me continue." "One of the great things about webcams is the lack of detailed clarity. With the right lighting a woman not only looks better, but even younger than in the harsh light of day. Wrinkles, age spots, sagging flesh, pockets of cellulite, etc. all seem to fade under they eye of the web camera. I don't mean to be crude, but doesn't the picture you have there on the screen of me look better than I do in person?" "Uh, Louise, you look great under any condition!" She reached over and patted my knee. "You are a dear boy for saying that, but I want you to look at it objectively and put aside your boyhood fantasies for a moment." "My fantasies? What are you talking about?" I asked indignently. "Oh come one, you know what I am talking about. Besides, we'll get to that subject later. Now answer my simple question." I looked over at the computer screen then back at Louise. I couldn't help but feel another tirring in my crotch as the dildo in her pussy excited my still ribald libido. "I guess I see what you mean, Louise." I acknowledged. "Darrel, one of the greatest compliments a man can give a woman is to get an erection just from looking at her. When that look comes from a man who also presents an attractive appearance and displays some charm, it is even more flattering and frequently arousing." She looked pointedly at my slowly distending fly and the wet spot that was still visible. "Just like now. I'm getting all wet because you are getting hard from looking at my picture." "Uh, well, gee-whiz! How could I not get hard look at you with that dildo in your pussy? Like you just said, I have had my share of fantasies about you for many years and to see something like that is nothing short of miraculous, at least in my mind." "Oh, you are a dear boy. But I have to ask, Darrel, did you cum looking at my picture or that of your mother?" I know I must have turned a deep shade of red since I could feel the flush rising from my chest to envelope my face. "I was on the edge when I was looking at your pictures and I wanted to take my cock out and stroke it. Matter of fact, I almost did until I heard the water shut off. But when I saw my Mom in such a lewd pose, I lost it," I confessed honestly. "So, watching your mother fuck herself excites you?" I know I blushed even deeper and I hung my head before answering. "Yes, it does. I guess I haven't changed much from when I used to peep on you and my Mom." "Don't feel so negative about it, Darrel. Believe it or not, it is accepted as normal behavior for young boys to have fantasies about their mothers." "I guess some mothers feel that way about their sons too, huh?" I rejoined. Louise looked away for a few moments. Then she started to speak without turning back to face me. "Yes, probably more often that you could possibly imagine." "But not every mother succumbs to the temptation, Louise. I would think that few do at all." Louise snapped her head back and glared at me. "Don't judge me, Darrin! You don't have the right." She snarled. "Whoa! I'm not judging you, Louise. Personally, I think it is really cool and Jimmy is a lucky guy. If I had you to come home to I wouldn't waste my time on these wet-behind-the ears, vain little girls I find myself associating with, albeit infrequently." She looked at me long and hard. Gradually her features softened. "Thank you, Darrel. I thought for a minute I had misjudged you." She stood up and walked back over to the dresser to get another cigarette. She lit it and stared into the mirror for a few moments before turning around to face me again. "Darrel, do you still fantasize about me?" She asked softly. "Yes, once in a while. Since I don't see you anymore I must confess you aren't foremost in my mind." "Who is?" "Ummmm, well, you know….it changes." "You're being evasive. Who do you think about the most when you are masturbating, Darrel?" I just sat there mute, another slow flush coming to my cheeks. "Your mother, right?" "I, uh, well, maybe." Louise walked over to me slowly and stopped mere inches away. "You think about your mother while you stroke your cock, and you do it all the time, right?" "Allright! Yes, I do! Hell, I hear her every morning before I get up and it drives me crazy knowing she is on the other side of the wall, playing with herself and I can't do anything but listen and pull-off." Louise laughed. "Oh you poor boy, if you only knew." "Knew what?" "Your mother does that on purpose. She wants you to hear her masturbate." "She does? Why?" Louise sat back down on the bed and put out her cigarette. "That's how Jimmy and I were up until about six months ago. I used to catch him spying on me all the time so finally I started leaving my bedroom door open at night. I would stick a porno tape in the VCR then lay on top of the sheets and fuck myself while I watched the movie. I made sure both I, and the movie were loud enough for Jimmy to hear but not so loud as to make it obvious. It took him about a week before he had the courage to come into my room and watch me openly. Next thing you know, we were laying in the bed and masturbating together every night." I just stood there with my mouth agape. "That lucky son-of-a-bitch," I thought to myself. Then another thought manifested itself and I blurted out the question before I realized it. "Have you fucked him?" Louise hesitated before replying. "Yes, but only once. That was something we never intended but when you get really aroused….sometimes things just happen." I looked away for a minute, then I asked one of the more burning questions in my mind. Three On A Webcam "Have you ever fantasized about me, Louise?" "Sometimes. Back when you were younger and I would see you peeping on me I would go to bed and frig myself thinking about you stroking your cock and watching me play, Darrel. I don't know why but that thought always made me cum really hard." I reached down and readjusted my cock again. My ejaculate had dried and now things were getting uncomfortable as once again my cock began to rise as my mind was filled with visions of Louise furiously masturbating to thoughts of me, and of my mother doing the same thing for my benefit. "Are you saying that my Mom wanted me to hear her masturbating in the hopes I might do the same thing that Jimmy did?" I asked as the import of what she had told me finally sunk in. "I imagine that is the case, Darrel. I had already told her about me and Jimmy and how it came about. She was quite taken with the notion of you watching her masturbate." "Fuck!" I said aloud as I reached down into the front of my pants and finally got things arranged. Louise just sat there and smiled. Once I had regained some semblance of control I glanced over at the computer screen. Two of the remaining pictures were side by side, that of Louise going down on Jimmy and my mother wracked in the bliss of orgasm. Seeing the two pictures side by side like that made something else click in my head. "You grabbed that picture of my Mom while you were doing Jimmy, and she was watching you guys, huh?" "Yes, Darrel. Although Danielle frequently plays on camera for an appreciative audience, she seldom ever lets anyone see her face or watch her cum. That was a private session where no one else was watching us, or your mom. Jimmy was really getting off on watching your mom and she was equally aroused by watching us." "Gawd, I wish I could have seen that!" I exclaimed. Louise looked at her watch then stood up and walked over to the computer. She closed all the pictures on the desktop then opened her browser. "Your mom should be getting home for lunch right about now. She always goes online and plays at lunchtime. You want to watch her play, now's your chance." "Really?" I stood up and allowed her to sit down at the computer. In a few minutes she had one of the members sites I had seen earlier up on the screen. Quickly she browsed through the participants list until she clicked on one labeled, "HotMomAlone". I immediately recognized my mom's bedroom. The camera was pointing at an empty chair but I could just make out some activity on the edge of the field of view. Louise reached up and made some adjustments to the camera. "Stay out of the camera's lens until I tell you, Darrel," she said as she opened her own vid and fine tuned the field of focus. A few moments later I saw my mom sit down in the chair. She was clad in a slinky negligee that revealed more than it concealed. Her dark brown aureoles were plainly visible through the sheer material as were the black satin panties she wore underneath. I only paid half attention to the text screen as Mom, Louise and others exchanged naughty comments and lascivious remarks. I guess I was growing antsy for I couldn't help but ask, "Well, she's only got an hour for lunch, when is she going to start playing?" Louise looked over at me then down at the lump in the front of my trousers. "Soon, Darrel. Look how hard her nipples have gotten." Louise also opened up another couple of vids, one depicting a couple who were fondling each other and another of a guy leaning back in his chair and stroking an immense cock. "Damn! Look at the size of that thing!" I exclaimed. "Heh heh, yeah!" Louise licked her lips appreciatively. "Remember something else about webcams, Darrel. With the right lighting and camera angle, things in the foreground appear to be much larger than they truly are. But it sure does drive the hormones into overdrive to see something that at least appears to be that large." "I looked down at Louise who had slid her left hand beneath the robe and was obviously playing with her pussy. "Are you friggin' it, Louise?" She looked up at me and smiled. "Of course I am, silly. Why else would I even be here?" She then looked down pointedly at my cum-stained pants. "Why don't you just step out of those and take matters into your own hands, Darrel. I don't know about you but all this talk and now the vids have made me hot and I need to cum." I needed no further encouragement and was out of my clothes in record time. As I grasped my cock I saw Louise lean back in the chair and open her robe to fully expose herself to me and the onlookers. I was so enthralled with the sight before me I almost forgot about my mom, who had removed her panties and was gently running her fingers up and down her very wet slit. Louise had stopped watching the screen and was intently watching my hand as it slid up and down the turgid length of my cock. "Ummmm, you are hung rather well, Darrel, a bit larger than Jimmy I would say." I smiled, "I know, we used to stroke off together and compare sizes. He was always disappointed that his was an inch shorter than mine and a little bit skinnier." "Ha ha ha! That's funny! Reminds me when I was in Junior High and the girls would compare breast sizes. I was always humiliated cause I never was even in the running." "Well, I think your breasts are wonderful! Can I touch them?" I asked as I moved closer. "Please do." I felt her shiver slightly as I placed my hand gently upon her right breast. I caressed its softness then rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Ooooo, yessss. That feels wonderful," she cooed as she dipped a finger into her moist hole. Then she stopped everything and leaned forward to type on the keyboard. I glanced at the screen and noticed she had received a private message from my mother. "I guess she saw your hand, Darrel, and now she wants to know who is here with me. I told her it would be a surprise if she wanted to go private." "If you go private, will I be able to see her face when she makes herself cum?" Louise just smiled. She closed all the vids then stood up and walked across the bedroom to fetch another chair. "Go ahead, sit down in front of the computer. I am going to keep your face hidden for a while. Hopefully Danielle won't recognize you, at least not right away." "Ok" I was a little bit nervous, but horny as hell. In a way it was a shame that I was having to divide my attention between the lovely creature seated next to me and the computer screen. I looked over at Louise who had mysteriously procured an eight-inch dildo and was busy rubbing it down with lubricant. She noticed my gaze and grinned mischievously. "I am going to enjoy watching this, Darrel. I hope you don't mind." "Mind? Louise, watching you already has me on the edge of cumming. I think I am going to enjoy watching you as much as watching Mom." The screen came to life with a pop-up box asking if we wanted to accept the connection request. "Click the Ok, box, Darrel" I did so and a few seconds later Mom's vid popped into view. This time I could see all of her, and I do mean all. She had removed both negligee and panties and now stood before me in all her splendor. I suddenly heard her voice come from the computer speakers. "Who is that with the wonderful cock, Louise?" Mom inquired almost breathlessly. "Oh, someone I've known for a long time, Danielle. I thought I would share him with you for a little while this afternoon before I throw him on the bed and fuck his brains out." "Oooo, you lucky girl. I do appreciate you sharing him with me this way, hopefully he'll have something left for you when I am finished with him," she snickered. "Girlfriend, you wear him out and it'll be the last time I ever share my playthings with you," Louise laughed. "How come I can't see his face, Louise? He traveling incognito or something?" "Only for the moment, Danielle. He is a bit shy but perhaps that'll change before you have to get back to work." I had been languidly stroking my aching member all during this exchange and it was quite apparent Mom was interested in my actions. "Well, young man, whoever you are, since you are there with Louise it is quite apparent you like to watch us old broads fuck our pussies and make gooey messes on our chairs. Well, I like to watch guys jack-off so we are going to have ourselves a real good time, aren't we?" Her sultry voice and the slutty words she used excited me even further as I leaned over toward Louise and spoke into her microphone, doing my best to disguise my voice without making it obvious I was doing so. "Oh yeah, I am one horny voyeur and mother-fucker wannabe who just loves having slutty women watch while I jerk my cock until it squirts love juice all over my chest and stomach." "Ohhhh My! You got a real hot one there, Louise. Is he really another mother-fucker wannbe?" Mom asked as she laid back in the chair and slowly slid a rubber phallus into her waiting depths. "I think so, Danielle. He keeps telling me how hard he gets every time he hears his mother jilling-off in her bedroom and how is always sniffing her panties then cumming in them whenever he gets a chance." I had leaned back in the chair, stroking my cock with my left hand while I cupped my nuts in my right. That last statement caused me to snap my head to the right and give Louise an inquiring look. She covered the microphone with her hand and said, "I know you didn't tell me that but you do it, don't you?" "Yes, I do. I love the smell of my mother's pussy." "Ohhh, you really are a nasty boy. Now you just lean back and stroke that magnificent cock of yours. I'm gonna sit here and fuck myself silly while I watch the two of you," she said as she uncovered the microphone. "You're just a voyeur slut, Louise," Mom said with a chuckle in her voice. "Yes I am, Danielle. That's why you and I get along so well, we are very much alike in that respect." "You're giving away all my secrets, Danielle, but that big cock is making me so wet I am almost ready to take it over the edge." I was stoking myself in earnest now, trying to keep time with my mother's strokes as she plunged her dildo deep within then drew it out slowly, repeating this maneuver with a quickening pace. Danielle was working it hard and fast, her eyes darting from the computer screen to me and back. The moans and grunts the three of us were making filled the room and added immeasurably to the eroticism of the whole scene. "He's leaking pre-cum, Danielle. I don't know who is gonna cum first, you, me or him." "Ohhhhh, Louise! I'm almost there!" My eyes were fixed on my lovely mother. I could see she was really close to cumming. Her hips were thrusting back at the dildo and little whimpering sounds were emmanating from her throat. Louise suddenly jumped up and adjusted the cam so that I was in full view. "Cum, Danielle. Cum with your son!" She all but shouted into the microphone. Mom's eyes, which had been squinted shut just seconds before, now flew open. She seemed to freeze in mid stroke but there was no way I was gonna stop. "Watch me, Mom. Cum with me as I come for you!" I shouted. "Oh my God, Oh Fuck! I'm cumming, Darrel!" She cried out as her legs shot out in front of her rigidly while she slumped even lower into the chair. It was the most erotic moment of my life, masturbating with two lovely women, both of whom I had fantasized about countless numbers of times. I was cumming so hard that I felt as if my whole body was going to turn to jism and explode out my cock. Thick, copious ropes of jism erupted from my very swollen cock, the first jet hitting me squarely on the chin. Suddenly I felt the full length of my manhood bathed in moist warmth. I looked down and watched as Louise engulfed me, taking the full length deep into her throat. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I literally screamed, the sensation was so intense. Louise fucked herself furiously as she tried to swallow every drop of my love seed. "Stick your finger in his ass, make him cum some more!" I heard Mom shout. "OHMYGOD!! OH FUCK YES!" My own shouts echoed off the walls as Louise dug into my anus and probed my prostrate. Through half-opened eyes I saw Mom spread her legs so wide they were almost perpendicular to her torso as she plunged three fingers into her cunt and pumped her pussy while rubbing her clit with the other hand. "Yeah, oh Fuck! Do him, Louise, suck him dry!" Mom exclaimed as she stared wide-eyed at the computer screen. Louise fell back onto the floor, her hand and dildo a mere blur as she writhed about in the throws of her own orgasm. I just lay back, spent as I watched Louise and my Mom push themselves to repeated orgasms. "Damn! I wish I could do that!" I muttered aloud as I had counted Mom at six orgasms and Louise at four. Slowly, both the women came down from their sexual heights. As they regained their composure, I saw tears running down the side of my mother's face. Still panting slightly, Mom leaned toward the computer screen. "Darrel, I can't tell you how much I have wanted to do that with you! I have fantasized about this for months. Just wait until you get home tonight. This is going to be a very special evening." "Can I come over too, Danielle? Jimmy won't be back until Friday and this is one night I really don't want to be alone." "Yes, Danielle, but only if you make me a promise." "What?" "Don't fuck him! At least not now. I want his batteries fully charged when he gets home." "Awwww, but I was so looking forward to it, Danielle," Louise whimpered with a smile. "Later, Danielle. Besides, I want to watch when he learns what a truly great fuck you are." "Ok, I agree. Till tonight then." "Yes, tonight," Mom stood up and grabbed the towel she had been sitting on and wiped the woman cum that was running down her thighs. "I can't remember the last time I was this juicy," Mom snickered as she sat back down in the chair. "I really have to go take a shower and get back to work. It's gonna be a long afternoon." "Yeah, for all of us I imagine," Louise said. "You keep those long fingers our of that sweet pussy of yours, Danielle. If one of us has to abstain for the entire afternoon, then all of us do." "I suppose that's fair, although I already feel the need coming on," Mom laughed. "You feel the need? Shit girlfriend, he is still hard and I am only a foot away from him. Gonna be REALLY tough to resist!" "No touchy-fucky, Louise! You promised!" "All right, all right! I'm gonna clean him up and send him back to work before he loses his job over horny, juicy pussy." I must confess, it felt really strange to be talked about as if I wasn't there and almost treated as a side of beef being eyed by hungry wolves. But I liked it. For the rest of the afternoon I tried hard to concentrate on my job, but my imagination keep pulling up scenarios of what might happen later that evening. Turns out, not even my fertile imagination could of conceived the delights I was going to experience. (To Be Continued)