2 comments/ 41588 views/ 2 favorites Dottie By: LynnGKS I'd like to be gay. I really would. Why? Because guys are hornier than gals. It's the way things are. A guy is ready to fuck at the mention of the word. A gal has to be sold on the idea. It isn't fair, of course, but that's the way things are. Unfortunately I like girls. We don't really have a choice. Most guys think girls are just like them. Girls are not like guys! Think about it for a minute. We read about "sexual harassment" and think (that is, most of us think) it means a guy is trying to make some gal uncomfortable by talking to her about sex. It's not that at all! They're not trying to harass them. They're trying to seduce them for God's sake. The guy is dumb enough, stupid enough, to think that girls are like guys. He thinks that girls turn on when you talk dirty about sex. Girls don't! That is, most of them don't. There are exceptions, of course, so sometimes you get lucky. This is a story about the one time I got lucky. Really lucky. I was flying back to DC from San Diego after a research meeting. Checking in, I saw Dottie, a gal I work with. Her lab was just down the hall from mine. I had my seat changed to sit next to her. We're both upper-thirties, average people, doing research at an Institute in DC. I had never had any kind of relationship with Dottie. Not even a casual dinner date. "Did you learn anything new," she asked, after we were off the ground and had our first drink in hand. "Not really, except that thing about searching the net," I responded. "Do you think it will work?" "I'm not sure, but I'm going to try it." I said. We continued to talk research and drink. Dottie was not a knock out sexy broad. She was average, but not someone whose shoes I would refuse to allow under my bed. Her tits were her best feature. Big and at her age I thought they might hang down and jiggle the way I liked in a mature woman. Both of us were single. I had never thought about making a move on her, but we were drinking a lot on that flight. You've seen the cartoon about the guy in the bar where the more he drinks the prettier the girl across the bar gets. That was happening to me. So, we keep talking. We talked about some new research techniques presented at the meting and then about the parties that the sponsoring companies had thrown for the people who attended the meeting. The parties where the guys were hunting for gals. "Those weren't parties," said Dot. "They were hunting grounds." "Yeah," I responded. "The guys just walked into the room, got a drink, and started to shop the merchandise. There were twice as many gals as guys. The guys had the pick of the litter." "Tell me about it! How would you like being forty years old and competing with some damn twenty-five year old whose ass is as thin as a rail and whose tits point up, not down?" "You didn't have fun?" I asked. I was surprised because I thought Dot was a really sexy broad. She turned and looked directly at me. "Fun? Shit! I didn't get laid! Three nights. Three parties. And I didn't get laid." Dottie was feeling her liquor. "Well," I said, "sometimes shit happens. Cheer up! There'll be another time." "When you're as horny as a bitch in heat sniffen' up the only hound dog in town, another time doesn't count." "Well, Dot," I said with a smile, "If you have an itch that bad, I think I can scratch it. My car is at the airport and I can give you lift home." I was joking, but then I got lucky. She looked at me with a genuine smile and reached over and took my hand in hers. "Honey, you have no idea how much I would enjoy you taking me home and fucking my brains out." That's how it started. Young guys think a slender body, young smooth skin, and a shaved pussy make for good sex. Bullshit! Give me a mature woman with handholds and a bushy, curly haired beaver every time. Besides, the mature babes have learned a thing or two about fucking. That was Dottie! Jesus that was good pussy! And she was grateful! Shortly after that first fuck I learned something important about Dottie. She was turned on by porn. There was this magazine called Plaything and there was a question and answer column in it each month, which was pure porn. I think that the mag had professional writers writing most of the stuff because it was way past amateur. But that mag got us started. Each month when the new issue came out I would buy a copy and make a date with Dottie for the next Friday night. Those Friday night dates became the highlight of our month. A couple of Glenlivets. Then, steaks on the grill and a good Bordeaux. Then we got naked on the living room floor on a very soft rug with some pillows and started to read the porn letters. We'd play with each other, read a letter, then play some more. When the letter was good enough we'd suck or fuck a little, then read some more. This went on for hours until we finished all the letters. Then we went to bed horny with the images we had stored up and we fucked the night away. Saturday morning, we stayed in bed and fucked. Up by noon, but still naked, we fixed bacon and eggs. Then we fucked. Then we showered and dressed up for Georgetown. Saturday night in Georgetown is not like the regular weekdays when the office people turn out and crowd the bars. Saturday the business is light, but the people there mean business. Dottie never wore panties and I stayed back so guys could play with her ass. In the dark bars even her pussy got its share of attention. She loved it. I enjoyed watching and she enjoyed being watched when a strange guy was feeling her up. Then we usually tried one of our favorite risky pastimes - fucking in the parking lot. The idea was to leave the bar and go to our car parked in the back of the lot. Bend her over the hood – watching to see people walking to their cars – pull up her dress, and fuck her. If people did not walk all the way back to where we were we kept on fucking. If they did, we quit at the last minute. The thrill was to come close to getting caught. Sometimes we got caught. Sunday we slept late and fucked in bed, sometimes with a re-read of the best porn letters from the mag. We stayed naked all day long. All in all it was a really great weekend. One we both looked forward to each month. Well, one Friday as usual, I dropped by Dottie's office with the latest copy of the mag. "Are we on for the weekend?" I asked. "No way, baby. I've got a presentation Monday and I have to look up some stuff to get ready for it. Lots of stuff. Can we make it next weekend?" "Sure," I said. "Next weekend is fine. Here, take the mag home with you." I handed her the latest edition that I had bought that afternoon. I went home with a hard on and poured a glass of Glenlivet neat. I could wait. It would not be long. Sometimes I used a snifter to enjoy the smell as well as the taste. When I smoked a cigar, I would dip the end in the scotch to get the flavor, just like some people do with brandy. I was half way through my drink when the phone rang. I picked it up and before I could even say "Hello", I heard her voice. "You're a bastard - you know that!" "Well, yes," I said, "We agreed on that some time ago, but is there something special that brings up the subject right now?" "You're a bastard. You left that damn magazine." "You read it? Why Dottie I thought you were going to do your homework for your talk Monday." "I thought I might take a brief look at it," she said. "And?" I asked. "And I got horny. I need for you to come over here." "Why Dottie, I don't want to interfere with your work. What if I've already made other plans?" "You haven't made other plans you bastard. You gave me that damn mag because you knew I would read it and get horny. Get your sorry ass over here." "Why Dottie, how could you think that? I thought you had work to do." At this point I was thinking about all those other poor bastards who were dating gals who thought like gals. Who had to be talked nice to. Who had to be turned on. Who had to be persuaded. I had a gal who thought just like a guy, and a horny guy at that. Mention the word fuck and she started to spread her legs. "Get your sorry ass over here!" "Dottie, it's not that easy ... "What do you mean, not that easy? Just get in the fuckin' car and drive over here." "Well Dottie, what I mean is, you need to learn a lesson." "What the hell lesson are you talking about?" "You need to appreciate me more." "I appreciate you. I appreciate you. I really appreciate you. Now get your sorry ass over here." "Okay. But when I get there," I said slowly, "I want you buck naked in heels standing on the front porch." "Hey! I live in a respectable Bethesda neighborhood. My house was once the house of the mistress of President Harding. I have neighbors close by. Respectable neighbors. I can't run around on my porch naked." I laughed. "If you want to fuck me Dottie, then you better do it. If I don't see you on that porch when my headlights flash across it – if I don't see that hairy beaver as I turn in to the drive, I'm gonna back right out and leave. And you better be naked. Buck naked in spike heels!" "You bastard! You sorry bastard! Shit! Okay. Please. Please get your ass over here." Dottie was pissed. Really pissed. But she was horny. And I think she was more horny than pissed. This was fun! As I turned in the drive there she was, exactly as ordered. That big thick curly haired brunet beaver stood out in my headlights as I turned in the drive and those big tits with that sexy forty-year-old sag were there to please me. I could tell she had thought to herself, "To hell with the neighbors, I gotta get laid." And she was gonna get laid. Big time. We started drinking right away – no steaks – no wine – just sex. She read the best letter to me and then laid back and spread her legs on the floor in the living room, waiting. I kept reading the magazine. "Fuck me you bastard – don't read that magazine - fuck me!" "Don't you want me to read the letters and turn on," I asked innocently. "I been reading those damn letters for an hour. You got a hard on. Fuck me!" Dottie was shouting now and rubbing her pussy. I had never seen her so hot and horny. "Fuck me dammit!" "Ask me nice," I said, laughing. She got up off the floor and came over to me. She pushed me down on my back and mounted me like a cowboy, grabbed my dick and shoved it into a dripping wet pussy and started to fuck. She collapsed down on my chest, pumping her ass like a slut, holding my head in her hands and moaning in my ear. Her big tits were bouncing on my chest. "Jesus, Oh Jesus, that's good," she said into my ear, as her hips pounded me. "God I needed that dick of yours. Thank you baby for coming over here. Oh sweet Jesus." She had her orgasm in minutes and I rolled her over to pump for mine, but she had another one first. Making her wait must have turned her on. When I was finished with her I rolled off and laid beside her. "There now," I said. "You enjoyed that didn't you baby?" "You're a bastard!" Dottie said. "You're a real bastard." "You want me to leave?" I said starting to get up. Dottie grabs me and holds me down. "You're just saying that to make me beg, aren't you? You're a bastard. You know you can make me beg. If you want to hear it I'll do it now and get it over with." I laughed. "Not right now. But the next time you decide to work instead of fuck, please remember this weekend. I went home with a hard on. If I had not already known what a horny bitch you really were I would have been worried. As it was I got through a half drink of Glenlivet before your hormones got to you. Dottie, you are the horniest, sluttiest, most dependable cunt I ever knew." "Complements, complements! You don't mean it but they will lower my pants," she said with a smile. "You're not wearing pants," I said. "Well on those formal occasions when I am," she said. We had a splendid weekend and the following Monday it was back to work as usual. The guy who had the lab next to mine would often drop by for coffee in the morning. He was single and it was not unusual for the subject of pussy to come up. That Monday, for some reason we reviewed the available ladies at the institute. To my great surprise he suggested I get to know Dottie. "You fucked her?" I asked. I was surprised because Will usually stayed away from gals at the institute. Will chuckled. "Yeah, I fucked her for almost a year. She's a really great fuck. Not much for looks but great in bed." "Hell I've been fucking her since our meeting in San Diego," I said. "You were out there weren't you?" "Yeah I was there but I didn't see Dottie. If you've been fucking her then you know what I'm talking about. Damn good pussy. Some guys never appreciate that because they're so hung up on thin waists and young faces." "I've got an idea," I said. "Why don't the two of us fuck her some night? You know how horny she is. She'd probably go for that." "I don't know. She's horny but at her age a three-way fuck might be over the top for her." Will looked skeptical. "If you can set it up I'd sure go for it, but you have to figure out how to do it." "Okay," I said. "Here's what we'll do." I explained about our monthly weekends with the letters in that skin mag and told him to be ready on the Friday night I went over there. He agreed. The next big Friday night I set things up as usual with Dottie except that I suggested a little grass to loosen things up. She thought it was a great idea. We had drinks and dinner and then stripped down and got on the rug with more booze and a joint. Things went very well and just as I planned the phone rang as we started to read the letters. It was, as planned, a call from Will. I laughed and joked with him and then gave him a big loud invitation to come over. "What the hell did you just do?" Dottie almost yelled at me. "Who the hell did you invite over here?" "Your old buddy Will," I said laughing. "Oh my God. He can't come over here. I'm naked!" I laughed. "He's seen you naked. Hell, he's fucked you naked!" I kept laughing and saying it was OK and Dot kept objecting and saying it wouldn't work and in no time at all the door bell rang. I got up and let him in and he smiled at Dot, still naked on the floor, and started to take his pants off. "You're both bastards!" Dottie shouted. Then she started to laugh. She was so stoned and drunk that she could hardly stand up. Will joined us on the floor and started puffing on a joint. "I have to catch up with you to potheads," he said. Fortunately, I had reviewed the letters in the mag earlier in the day. And just as fortunately, there was a letter about a three-way. I started to read it out loud as we drank and shared the joint. When I got to the good part Dot started saying no. "I can't do that. I have never done that. You guys can't do that to me. That's obscene!" Dot kept shaking her head no. Will laid on his back and pulled Dottie on top of him. She mounted him cowboy style and he shoved his dick up into her. "That's it," Dottie said. "Just one at a time." She was fucking him hard and enjoying herself. I got some lubricant that I had the forethought to have with me and lubricated my dick really well. Dottie's ass was high in the air with her legs spread and she was a perfect target. I straddled Will's legs and grabbed her ass. "Oh no! Oh God no!" Dottie cried out. "Oh no! Please! No!" I put the head of my dick on the tight sphincter muscle of her ass hole and applied gradually increasing pressure. Will had his arms around her holding her tight. I had my arms around her hips. With her legs spread wide she was helpless. She had no escape. I felt her sphincter start to relax – then suddenly it gave way and my dick drove it deep. "Ahhh! Oh God! Please! Oh!" Dottie was groaning and crying out as I penetrated her, but then she seemed to relax and take me deep. It was the first time I had fucked a woman in the ass (or a man either!). Dottie started to breathe hard as I fucked her. Her ass hole felt like a tight pussy, but it was smoother than a pussy and softer. Then I felt the strangest thing that I have ever felt in my life. I felt Will's hard cock fucking her pussy so close to mine that it seemed like there was nothing between us. Our cocks went in and out, sometimes together and sometimes alternately. "Oh my God," said Dottie. "Jesus that feels good. Oh my God. Fuck me you bastards, fuck me. Oh sweet Jesus that's good. Oh God! Do it together – keep together – do it together - fill me up you bastards. Fill me up." And then, not two minutes from when I shoved my cock up her ass, she started to moan and groan and yell and then I felt her muscles start to contract. If Will was feeling in her pussy what I was feeling in her asshole he was going to pump his load with me. I started to grunt and then I felt my ejaculate start to unload right up her ass and I was out of control. As I finished I heard Will's rough voice groaning and I knew he was pumping his load as well. I collapsed, falling off to the side and Dottie rolled off the other way. Will laid there on his back, his limp dick dripping and drooping down. The three of us laid there breathing heavily and sweating and exhausted. I looked over at Dottie laying there with her legs spread wide. She had cum dripping out of her pussy and her ass hole. It was a good five minutes before Dottie lifted her head. "I need a drink," she said loudly. "A big drink. Straight. No rocks. No water. Will one of you horny bastards get the hell up off your sorry ass and get a sweet young girl a drink?" "Sweet young girl?" Said Will, lifting his head and looking around. "Where the hell is she?" I started to laugh. It was the grass, of course, but our situation had something to do with it. This was a great night. A night to be remembered. I got to my feet and headed for the bar. I poured three glasses of straight Glenlivet and walked back to the living room. I handed drinks to Will and Dot. "Here's a toast," I said, raising my glass. "To a sweet young girl who just lost her cherry. Will, you and I just shared a forty-year-old cherry tonight. And it was still young and sweet. It's not that often that you get a forty-year-old cherry. " We three drank up. I knew in all three minds there was the same dirty thought. The thought of another Friday night when the next edition of Plaything came on the stands. Dottie and Me A little about me. My wife recently passed away and I have been mostly working in healthcare. I am 52 and chunky. One thing about healthcare is that most of the women working there are always looking for some fun. Now that I was alone I went a little wild, and was fucking anything that walked. I found that as much as I enjoyed fucking I loved to eat pussy even more and got a great reputation for it. One of the Directors I work with was Dottie. She was 68 but looked great with killer legs that she showed off in stockings and heels as well as a firm ass and tits, but a reputation as a miserable bitch. Her husband was 10 years older then her and rumor had it that he didn't care anymore. Retired and home alone most of the time. One day I was working late and was near her office. I heard her on the phone talking to someone and basically she was saying she couldn't wait to see him and get fucked. I continued doing what I was and she came out of the office. I think she realized that I had heard her and she went to me that even old ladies liked to have fun! I smiled and laughed. She smiled at me and left. The next week on Friday I was at a meeting in Eatontown, NJ. When it was over I went to the local TGIF to get some diner. Who do I see there but Dottie and a fellow who looked young enough to be her son. She was all over him and then she looked over and saw me. Her mouth dropped. I decided to leave at that point. That Monday she came to my office and closed the door behind her. She was very blunt said she hoped what I saw was between us. I said of course, that I would never talk about anything that happens outside of work. She then started to talk to me and tell me how lonely she was and how the guy she was with could not satisfy her. I was kinda shocked but listened as she told me she heard about me and my ability to satisfy. She then stood up and twisted her body and asked if I would like to see if I could satisfy her! I said sure, when? She said after work. I followed her home. I was a little surprised that she wanted me to follow her home till she told me her husband was out of town for the next 2 weeks in Florida with their kids. She then sat down and had me pour us each a glass of wine. As she drank hers she said did I mind if she took control? I said no problem. She then told me to undress for her. I stripped and then she told me to crawl to her. I did and when I got there she told me to remove her shoes and massage her feet. As I did so she moaned and told me to lick and suck her toes through her stockings. Again I did as I was told, massaging her calf and thighs. She had me stop and she stood up. She then told me to worship her feet and as she did this she removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her in panties, pantyhose, and bra. She then sat down and told me to work up her thighs, to give her a tongue massage. I gladly did this and when I got to her panties she had me remove them and her bra. " Eat me through my pantyhose, suck my cunt you little shit!" As she said those words i worked harder. I then ripped open her pantyhose and licked her clit. Her cunt was soaking! I dove in and worked her clit,licking and sucking it. All of a sudden she squeezed my head in her thighs and came. As she did she squirted in my face. As she shuddered I noticed she had been pinching her nipples and they were like bullets sticking up. She started to cry and I asked her what was the matter. She told me she had female plumbing problems for the past 10 years and anytime she came she squirted. She said her husband refused to eat her anymore as did her boy-toy. She said he would come as soon as he got in her and while he fucked her 2 or 3 times she did not cum from that, only by having her pussy licked or masturbating. I told her I loved it and had no problem sucking it up! She then pulled me closer and forced my head into her tits. I started to suck them and as I did she moaned again. She laid back on the couch and spread her legs. I put my cock in her but she pushed me back and said no. " I want you to serve and service me. You can't fuck me unless I tell you so. You will do as I tell you. If you agree then we can have a lot of fun." Because I enjoyed so much servicing her so far I agreed. She then knelt on the couch and bent over, telling me to lick her ass. I went to work, lick and sucking her ass, forcing my tongue as deep in it as I could. At the same time I continued to massage her thighs. After 10 minutes or so She told me to sit on the floor and put my head back on the couch. She then sat on my face and ground her pussy into my lips. I licked and sucked when all of a sudden she collapsed on me and came, again flooding my face. As she did this I felt her foot jam into my balls and my mouth opened.."Drink it you pig!" I dared not obey and I sucked down all her juices and piss. She finally stopped and rolled onto the couch. She then instructed me to jerk off on her stocking covered toes. I did as I was told and all it took was a minute and I shot a big load. She then put her foot up and told me to lick it clean. I reluctantly did as I was told and worked her toes till they were wet from my mouth, no cum on them. She then told me I should get dressed and go home, we would talk tomorrow. Dottie and Me Pt. 02 So if you read my last entry you knew about Dottie and that I worked with her in the hospital. I never worried about what I wrote because, quite frankly, I didn't care. Well Dottie found out that some other employees of our hospital also read stories. One in fact worked for her. Chris was a nurse in charge of compliance. She was about 35, 5 foot and 250 lbs. While she was married her husband cheated on her and didn't care. They had no kids and when he got drunk he smacked her around. She finally dumped her when she came in to work with a black eye. She came to Dottie a few days later and asked her how she did it. Dottie asked what she was talking about. Chris wanted to know how she dominated men! She explained to Dottie how she read my story here and figured out who we were since I used real names! Dottie called me and told me to get my ass to her office. It was a Wednesday in the afternoon so I figured she wanted to discuss work. I walked in she told me to close the door and she walked over to me and put her arms around my head and pulled me down like she was going to kiss me. Instead she kneed me in the balls. I dropped to my knees in pain. Before I could move she used her pointy heels to kick me in the crotch! She then told me to kiss her shoes and worship her. Afraid to get kicked again I did as I was told. Then I heard her say, "You see, this is how it is done!" I then realized we were not alone but I dare not raise my head to see who was there. After a good 5 minutes of licking her heels and calves Dottie told me to get up. That is when I saw Chris. She then told Chris that perhaps she would train her using me as her toy! Chris loved the idea! I of course had no say. Before I got kicked again I dropped to my knees and bowed towards Chris. Dottie said "Good Boy!" Chris then sat down, crossing her legs, causing her heel to dangle. She looked at Dottie and told me to remove her heels and worship her tired feet. I have never really been into foot worship but knowing how upset Dottie had been I did as I was told. I removed her heels and as I did so I licked and kissed her ankles, working down to her toes. She had on pantyhose and they were sweaty. As I did so I massaged her feet as well. She told Dottie that this was nice! As I did this I could see that she was getting aroused so I worked my hands up her thighs and massaged them as well. She started to moan out loud. Knowing Dottie's office was locked and her secretary would not let anyone in Dottie told me to please Chris. I was able to work my hands under her dress and caress her sopping wet pussy through her pantyhose. She spread her legs, opening a few buttons on her dress. I then tore a hole in her pantyhose and started to lick her. It smelled terrible. A big woman, her hips I found out was 72 inches) she sweated a lot. But I did as I was told and in less than 5 minutes she came very hard, squirting in my mouth as she did. She finally pushed my head away. At this Dottie rolled her chair around and her dress was up and I serviced her as well, but when she finished she held my head and forced some piss down my throat. When done they had me stand and Dottie instructed Chris to open my pants and see my hard cock. It was wet with pre-cum. Dottie had her jerk me off and it only took a few tugs to shoot a load into her hand. Dottie had her feed it to me. I reluctantly ate it. Dottie then stood over Chris and had Chris lick her cunt. Chris seemed not to want to do it but Dottie told if she didn't listen she would be in trouble. She did as she was told but after two or three minutes had her stop. She then told Chris that I was would be over on Friday night to service her. Dottie may or may not come as well as Dottie's latest stud. She then dismissed Chris and asked me if I had any problems with this. I told her no. She told me that Chris needs some release and this may be the only way it happens. Then she kneed me in the balls again and as I was in the floor kicked me several times in the nuts. She told me that was for writing the story and never to write again as long as we were together. Since I just left that job and I am no longer with Dottie the tales will continue. Dottie Completes the Hat Trick Hello, this is the finale for Dottie. It became a nice trilogy and I think this is a fine completion for her. As usual this is totally my own creation and I might have missed a few errors here and there in this amateur work. I hope nothing is too glaring that it distracts from the tale and I hope both men and women enjoy this little bit of erotica. ***** Dottie Completes a Hat Trick My son Bill and I were in the hot tub. I had just moved onto his lap. I could feel his luscious meat settle between my creamy cunt lips. Bill was kissing my neck and I couldn't help but respond to his ministrations. His touch was tender and loving. My son knew which buttons of mine to push and in exactly which order. My body was abuzz with the tingling sensations he provided. I pushed my body back and forth along his thick steely pole. "Oh Mom, you look so hot," Bill said staring into my blue eyes intently. "You get me so hard." I grinned lasciviously, flashing my pearly whites, "I know, baby, I can feel that hot tool between Mommy's lips. You want to put that in Mommy's hot pussy again, don't you?" "Fuck yea, Mom," Bill groaned. We continued our sexy play while our loving spouses looked on from the patio. Bill's wife (and my daughter), Brandee, was being pestered by my husband, Larry, but she was loving it. Giggling and playfully swatting at his hands, Brandee truly enjoyed Larry's hands on her half-naked form. All she had on was a silver suspender bikini and Larry was tugging the scant material, exposing her bronzed skin to his feasting eyes. She was at the grill trying to take care of our burgers. Bill had invited his Dad and me over to try this new meatless burger recipe. It had tofu in it, but Larry was more interested in tasting the gorgeous little Brandee, than he was in any meatless cheeseburgers. "Larry, stop," Brandee cooed, still chuckling, "You'll make me burn these." "Let them burn. What I want in my mouth isn't on that grill," Larry teased as he dipped his head to kiss her beautiful tanned shoulders. He slid his strong hands down to circle her slim waist. His right hand traveled back up her slender body to tug the silver top away from her perky tit. Larry cupped the cute orb before tweaking one hard little nipple. She swatted his hand again "Larry, these are for Dottie. You guys can't be eating so unhealthily anymore," Brandee told him, but left her boob exposed for him. It was all part of their "Get Dottie Healthy" plan. As you know by now, I am Dorothy, but everyone calls me Dottie. I am 57 years old and have three children. One of which, I was currently enjoying between my legs. I have two sons, Wyatt being the oldest at 33, and the one beneath me, Bill, who is about to turn 29. I have one daughter Wendy and she is 23. I have two daughters. Wyatt's wife is Karen and Bill's wife is the one in my husband's roaming hands, Brandee. Aside from all them is my adorable little grandson, Allen. He is a beautiful big boy of 5 and just starting Kindergarten. I'm 5'4 and up to recently, I've been more than a little on the zaftig side. I had been carrying a few extra pounds around. As a full time housewife and mom, I didn't have a lot of extra time, but with all my housework and stuff, I managed to maintain a curvy figure as best I could. It was a thick voluptuous figure, but still pleased my adoring husband, Larry. Unfortunately, the preoccupation with being Mom and taking care of my appreciative family meant I had stopped taking care of myself as well as I should have. A recent check-up confirmed that more exercise was needed along with eating healthier. I hadn't gotten grossly out of shape, but if I wanted to be around for a good long time, changes were needed. Brandee is a physical therapist for the elderly at the local gym and although I don't consider myself elderly, I accepted her offer to help me exercise safely and efficiently. Brandee and Bill were both helping out with my exercise and teaching me to make better food choices. Wendy helped out more around the house and had me working out with her in the basement. Larry and I went out more and became much more active. I even went down to the hotel and swam frequently. Since, I began working out, I've lost about 30 pounds so far, but still am bit curvy. I have dropped a couple pant sizes and tightened up the booty some too. I am still quite busty, just a bit more toned and getting slimmer all the time. Soon, I'll have a hot slim and stacked look. We gave my sunshine blonde hair a cut and I don't have the light brown highlights anymore. It's a really attractive shoulder length style that frames my face better now that my cheeks have some angles to them and were not so round. My eyes of course are the same sparkly blue as ever. Bill was currently on the receiving end of his work. My body may have gotten slightly smaller, but I still packed the same potent sexual punch. I was grinding on his lap in the hot tub while my mouth worked on his neck and ears. His hands had claimed my still hefty globes and he worked my pale rose colored nipples into tightened peaks. As I pushed back and forth along his engorged prick, I could feel his springy pubic hairs tickling my V shaved pubic mound. He was primed. I lifted my body to line his hardened weapon up with my seeping twat when my phone rang. "Shit," I groaned, sliding over to the edge of the hot tub. I prepared to climb out but Larry waved me off. Bill asked, "Are you kidding me?" His eyes were wide in disbelief, "You are going to answer it now?" Larry had moved away from Brandee and scooped up my phone from the deck chair. He came over and handed it to me. He looked at the screen and said, "It's Wyatt." I was pleasantly surprised. "Hi, honey," I said cheerfully when I answered the phone. My elbows were on the edge of the hot tub and I was holding the phone delicately, trying to touch it as little as possible with my wet hands. My knees were on the bench and my boobs were out of the water. I didn't realize my butt was perfectly displayed to Bill until I felt his hands teasing my wet folds from behind me. He was determined to have his fun. Absently smacking at his hands now, I continued, "How is everything?" Wyatt answered, "Hi, Mom. It's good to hear your voice. Thing's couldn't be better here. Allen likes his Kindergarten and Karen is back to working part-time." "Oh, that's great honey," I told him, "Are you moved into the new house yet?" "Yea, everything is here. It's a mess. We still have a lot of it in boxes," he admitted. "Anyway, that brings up why I called." I turned and gave Bill a warning scowl after I smacked his hand away from my dewy labia. I was still turned on, but didn't want to give away to Wyatt what was going on. "I have an old trunk I left there in the attic," Wyatt continued, "It's an old black and brass one. It had a bunch of documents the last time I opened it. I was hoping you could ship it to me." I said, "Honey, that thing has to weigh a ton. It would cost way too much to ship. Why don't I just bring it to you instead?" "You would do that," Wyatt asked. "Sure," I answered, "I can come see the new house. I can spend a couple days, see Allen, you and Karen. If you have room." "Yea, we have room," he said enthusiastically, "We made the all bedrooms up first. We'd love to see you." "Alright, honey," I told him, "I'll call you in a couple of days. We can work it all out then." I was looking forward to showing off my recent weight loss, but I didn't let them know. It would be my surprise. We chit-chatted for only a few more minutes, which was hard enough with Bill still teasing my slick snatch. The warning look and swatting hands only dissuaded him for a second or two before he was back at me. Once I handed my phone back to Larry, I barely had a second before I felt Bill's hand on my hip and his probing pole at the entrance to my hot channel. He wasted no time in sinking into me. I moaned aloud as Bill's fat knob parted my gooey quim and plunged into my slick tunnel. My son's big body felt hot and powerful when he thrust up against me. I could feel his taut stomach against my smooth rounded butt. He gripped my hips and leaned forward shoving his rod deeper into my molten core. Pleasure radiated from my prick-filled cunt. The buttery channel welcomed Bill's spear, stretching deliciously to accept him. My son rolled his hips like an expert cocksman while he enjoyed my depths. My big boobs jiggled and shook in time with his hot assault. After close to 5 minutes of clinging onto the edge of the hot tub, I became dimly aware of Brandee's squeals of delight from inside the patio door. Brandee had taken the food inside and Larry had wandered into the house after he took my phone. No doubt, my husband and daughter were engaged in some vigorous coupling right inside the kitchen too. Bill's tempo increased and his pounding cock began to take on a jackhammer's force. He held that pace for an astounding 10 minutes while I came again and again in mind blowing flashes of white light explosions. My hair hung about my bowed head as my son's meat drove into the hilt. "Fuck, Mom, here it comes," Bill cried huskily. He held my flared hips tightly and let out a guttural groan as his seed spewed forth into his Mom's aching cunt. My chest heaved and I came again on my son's probing shaft. There was a ringing in my ears that I barely registered next to my sobs of pleasure. I could feel Bill's hot breath on the back of my neck as he clung to my body for support. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sometime later, the four of us sat around the patio table and ate the surprisingly wonderful burgers. I told the other three about my phone conversation with Wyatt. I explained what he wanted and that I agreed to go visit him soon. Bill and Brandee exchanged a look that, at the time, I didn't consciously notice. I asked Larry if he wanted to come too, but he declined. He had a few conventions at the hotel over the next few weeks and he needed to keep his staff on point. Larry arranged for Bill to come over to the house in a couple days to help him bring the trunk down. They had apparently moved it up into the storage area in the garage. We added a crawl space type overhead in the garage that we now used as extra storage. However, standing on a ladder and trying to drag the huge heavy trunk out of that tight storage area and maneuvering it safely to the ground was going to be too much for Larry to do by himself. It was probably going to be a chore even for the two of my fine muscled men. A couple days later, I went to the gym for my workout routine with Brandee. Afterward, our hot session in the showers was an exquisite follow up that left me relaxed and serene. Her body is so tight and compact and she knows what I enjoy. She had me pressed against the tiles breathing heavily as her long delicate fingers sawed in and out of my dripping box. She sucked on my heavy melons and had me melting against her. We went to a nearby café for a light lunch and then I went home. As I pulled up to the house later, I could see Bill's motorcycle out by the curb. I passed the driveway and backed in, lining my Lincoln Navigator up with the garage door. In the rear view mirror, I could see my two handsome men struggling in the garage. I climbed out and watched their strong bodies muscle the heavy trunk out of the space. They got it to the floor safely with only a minimal of swearing. "Christ, what's in this thing? Bricks," Bill asked, catching his breath. He wiped his sweating brow, looking at the chest incredulously. Larry look winded too, "There better not be a body in there," he joked. I said, "It's mostly books, I think. You don't remember it being that heavy when you put it up there. Wyatt had left it in the attic. You two moved it up there," I finished pointing up to the storage space. Larry commented, "I remembered it was heavy...but damn." "Well, put it in the car now so you don't have to move it again later," I suggested. My car was my other baby-my Lincoln Navigator. Larry had purchased it a little over a year ago. He didn't enjoy it as much as he expected and I inherited it from him. It had the works and was a sexy, glossy silver color. Now, Larry has a gorgeous pearl MKS that suited him better. I could see how heavy the trunk was when the boys sat it in my SUV and it lowered a little. I was going to tell Wyatt know he'd need a couple friends to help him unload it. A couple of phone calls with Wyatt over the next week solidified my plans. We talked about the particulars of my visit. When I would leave here, what time I should arrive there, what route I was taking, how long I'd stay and where I would sleep was all discussed and settled. Brandee packed some snacks for my trip and gave me a whole menu plan for my visit. She is a persistent little Bitch. She had all my meal mapped out for me so I didn't stray off course. She even included the times I should eat so no factor was overlooked. My trip was all set for the following week. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The night before I was to leave, my bags were packed and loaded into the car, my audio book selection was organized, and my cooler was in the backseat (within reach) and had plenty of bottled water and the snacks Brandee gave me. All I had to do now was take care of my husband before I left. Larry was in the kitchen with his head stuck in the fridge when I strolled in behind him. He was beautiful sight. Larry is a well-built 58 year old man. He has kept his 6'2 frame well maintained and he cuts a nice figure at around 212 pounds. I watched his broad shoulders and narrow waist in a black Under Armor shirt as he poked about for something of a snack. His long strong legs shifted as he peered onto a lower shelf and moved some stuff around. All he had on were the shirt and a sexy pair boxer briefs that worked well on his cute firm butt. My man has an ass that looks good in anything, ladies. I had on a sheer blue baby-doll. It was newer one that hugged my new body perfectly. Hopefully, more weight loss would make it too big-(fingers crossed). Larry hadn't seen me wearing it yet, but I'm sure he was going to enjoy the view. His eyes gleamed appreciatively when he had turned to watch me enter the kitchen. The sexy lace at the bodice put my tingly hard nipples on display and the nearly transparent material had my smooth pooched tummy and wet cunt in view to his roaming gaze. "Are you hungry for something, baby," I asked, putting my hand on my hip and cocking them saucily. Larry grinned wickedly, "I'm feasting my eyes on what I'm hungry for." "Well, maybe I'm the one who will be putting something in her mouth," I teased as I knelt in from of him, "I think you will find yourself satisfied when I'm through with my meal though." He leaned back against the cool refrigerator as I crouched in front of him. I pulled his boxers down and his quivering manhood popped out to swat me under the chin. His hands came down to caress my cheeks and hair lovingly. I pulled the lace down allowing my big tits to sway under me as I grasped Larry's missle. I took ahold of the base of his stalk and whipped his meat against my lips, cheeks and chin. I smiled up my hunk of a husband when he moaned unconsciously. I opened my mouth and blindly lapped at his turgid rod as I slapped my tongue with his tool. I purred in anticipation and swooped in to claim my prize. My cheeks hollowed as I took in Larry's slab of meat. My head did a frenzied dance, as I bobbed back and forth, gobbling his musky rod. His hips bucked uncontrollably. His groans of pleasure filled the kitchen as my husband pushed more of his meaty stick into my throat. I reached around cupping his firm butt and pulling him to me. I snaked a finger between his cheeks and relaxed his buttocks, allowing me to push a well-manicured finger into his rectum. In short order, I began to feel his turgid tusk begin to throb against my velvety, caressing tongue. I thrust my heavy tits forward into Larry's greedy hands when I looked up to him. My wet sucking mouth pushed him toward his climax and was rewarded his Larry's hot jizz shooting into my gullet. He leaned back and released my globes, roaring in ecstasy. My hot suction continued to pull his spunk from his pulsating spike until he was drained. He gulped in air as he shook his head, trying to regain his mind. "I thought my handsome husband would enjoy a little treat before I left in the morning," I told him as I wiped the corners of my mouth. Larry said, "Thank you, baby. That was intense." We spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch. We meant to only cuddle, but when I felt Larry's tool rise with new life, I had to take advantage. We fucked on the couch with one leg draped over the back of the couch and one leg on the floor. Larry was nestled in the V of my spread legs and he pumped me to orgasm twice before exploding inside me. After that, we spooned lovingly until finally we went upstairs to bed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The following morning, Larry and I had breakfast together. He put the last of my stuff in my SUV for me and we kissed lovingly in the drive-way before going our separate ways. It was about a ten hour drive (at the speed limit) to Wyatt and Karen's new house in Illinois. I got onto U.S. 131 and headed south. I put in one of my audio books and settled in for a long drive. I stopped in Sawyer, Michigan for gas and took a bathroom break in Demotte, Indiana. I did stop one more time in Dwight, Illinois for a quick bathroom break. I didn't need to stop again until Wyatt's Approximately 11 ½ hours after starting my trip, I pulled into Wyatt's drive-way. The house was a large, beautiful home with a gorgeous green yard and a two car garage. Allen came running out to me as I climbed out of my vehicle. "Grandma," he shouted as he ran up and jumped into my arms. I grunted at the big boy's weight, "Oof! You are so big now. Look at you." We hugged and I sat him down. Wyatt and Karen came to the front door as Allen and I strode up the walkway. Wyatt still looked so much like his father and Karen was beautiful as she stood beside him. She has long flowing red hair that looks like a sunburst with fire at the tips. Her sea green eyes and cute dimples give her a forest nymph quality, but her serious composure proves she is not one given to flights of fancy. Her face is lovely and her form still has a few stubborn pounds that have hung around after child birth. It only makes her soft and sexy. Wyatt had an arm around her small waist the as I approached. "Hi, Mom," Wyatt said as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. We hugged. Normally, this interaction would have been nothing to notice. Now that my relationship with my son Bill had changed, however, I actually felt slightly aroused at being this close to Wyatt. The smell of his body and the warm touch of his lips on my skin caused a slight tingle in me. I felt his strong hand on my hip when he leaned in. I noticed the sensation ignite a passion in my body. What was going on in my head? I turned to Karen, "It's nice to see you, Mom. We are both so happy you're here," she told me in her mild tone, "Please, come in. Wyatt, grab your Mom's things." The house was a very lovely two story home that Karen had decorated tastefully. It had four bedrooms and three and a half baths. A decent size yard circles three sides of the house and a narrow cobblestone walkway is on the left side of the house, next to the tall stone wall that separates his house from a small grass alleyway. It had a small door and it's where the garbage goes out for pick up. Inside, the drapes, couch cushions, paintings and family pictures were all arranged thoughtfully and created a comfortable setting. Dottie Completes the Hat Trick "Wow, Mom, you look fantastic," Wyatt gushed as we walked down the hall to my room, "You look great. Have you been working out?" Karen exclaimed, gazing up and down at me, "That's what it is. You've lost weight. "I couldn't put my finger on it at first. I immediately noticed something was different though. I bet Larry is loving it...repeatedly," she added, giggling and wiggling her eyebrows at me. "Here is your room." The spare room was the spacious, comfortable bedroom on the first floor. It had a soft queen sized bed and was decorated with neutral tones. It was quite relaxing. I set up my hygiene stuff in the small attached bathroom while Wyatt put my bags up on the bed. They left me so I could relax after my long drive. I pulled my clothes out of my bags and put them in the drawers. I thought about a nap, but if I lied down now, I would be asleep for the rest of the night. I pulled out a pair of jammies. I undressed and was about to slip into my PJs when Wyatt poked his head into my room. I was wearing just a sheer white bra and thong panties. I yelped in surprise. "Hey, Mom. I opened a bottle of wine. Care to have a drink with Karen and me on the porch," Wyatt asked, obviously unperturbed by my half-naked appearance. Flushed, I replied, "Um...yea, honey. I'll be right out." I joined Wyatt on the porch while Karen put Allen to bed. It was a beautiful night and he had a radio tuned to a easy listening station. I sat in one of the chairs and accepted the offered glass of wine. We sipped wine and chatted when Karen returned. We discussed Karen's excellent decorating of the home. Wyatt told me about his promotion, raise, and new contract. After only an hour, and a second glass of wine, the day caught up with me. The early rise and the long drive and me dead tired quite quickly. I stood up, "Alright, kids, I have to get some sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open." Karen told me, "Well, Allen has school in the morning and I have to go into work for a couple hours. Looks like it will be just you and Wyatt here tomorrow." "What," I asked, "You mean you don't have to go to work tomorrow too?" Wyatt answered, "I took tomorrow off. That trunk will need unloaded before I can get it of your car. Plus, I don't get to see enough of you." My mind flashed to me standing in the spare room practically on full display when Wyatt walked in. "I'll see you in the morning, then," I smiled, "Good night." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning, I got up at 9:30. Karen and Allen were already out of the house. I could hear Wyatt in his den across the hall. I put on my black lace bra and a dark blue button up blouse over it. My blue jeans were a pair of my new slimmer fit ones (or at least as slim as my large round booty would allow) and I had a gorgeous black lace thong. I crossed the hall and looked in. He had on a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor pulling stuff out of the trunk. The trunk was almost empty and the contents were spread out in different piles. He looked so much like his Dad had at the age. Slim and tall with no hint of my family's bulk on his 6'2 frame. He had always had a long lean build. Bill had played football in high school, but Wyatt had been in softball, cross country, and track. Hi didn't really excel at them like Bill had; he was more intellectually focused. His extra-curricular activities were mostly to help his college transcripts and applications. He had the same dark brown hair and deep brown eyes as my husband and I loved watching him take each itme out of the trunk, give it a quick scan, then place it into one of the piles. Like his dad, he is also clean shaven and he has a head of short dark hair. It was striking how similar they are- both beautiful, intelligent men. I rapped lightly on the door jamb. Wyatt looked up, smiling. "Good morning, Mom. Are you hungry," he asked while he sorted through a group documents. "Always," I admitted, "But Brandee will kill me if I don't stick her menu." I did a quick spin. "I guess I can't argue with results though." Wyatt said, "Mom, you've always been hot. First in a more voluptuous way, which I always enjoyed; now in a much healthier way, which still looks completely amazing." I blushed. Wyatt has never been one for bold compliments like that. I took his hand and helped him to his feet. I captured his cheeks in my hands and kissed him smartly on the mouth. I thought I felt the briefest touch of his tongue before the quick kiss ended. With our arms around each other companionably, we strolled into the kitchen. We scanned Brandee's meal plan and began making breakfast. We talked about all kinds of things; his work, Karen's job, Allen's school, the purchase of the house, and more about my weight loss. Most of it was rehashing what we'd talked about the night before with Karen, but it filled the time while we prepared our food. Once we sat down, however, Wyatt dropped the bomb. "So, I've been talking to Bill a lot lately, "Wyatt began, "He told me about what you guys have been doing." The color drained from my face, "W-what do you mean," I asked, looking directly at my hands on the table. I couldn't even look him in the face. I knew what he meant, yet, I still prayed it was something-anything-else. Wyatt quietly said, "About the sex, Mom. Bill told me about the sex." It was his quiet tone that had my eyes coming up to meet his. I couldn't tell if he was quiet out of shame or disgust or out of tenderness. He was looking back at me intently. "How did that make you feel," I asked my oldest cautiously. "Hot...and mostly jealousy at first," Wyatt admitted. "Jealous," I inquired hopefully. My son smiled, "Yea, Mom. I've always found you attractive, hot really. I wish I'd had the guts to do something about it sooner." "I honestly don't know if I could have gone through with it if this had come about any sooner," I told him, "It was the whole Mother's Day thing and one thing led to another...you know the saying." "Is now too soon," Wyatt asked. I asked him coquettishly, "Too soon for what?" Moving in, he said, "For this." His mouth met mine as he scooped me into his arms. Our mouths clashed as Wyatt and I kissed passionately. My body responded immediately. I could feel the heat rising from my core. As we kissed, I began unbuttoning my blouse. I leaned back and looked my son in the eyes, "What about Karen?" "She knows, Mom," Wyatt told me as he sucked on my earlobe and licked my neck. "Why do you think she and Allen are out of the house on the first day of your visit?" I smiled and resumed my loving, erotic embrace. Wyatt finished unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, which he dropped into a puddle of cotton on the kitchen tile. His hands deftly circled behind me and quickly released the hooks of my bra. I pulled my bra off allowing it to join the shirt on the floor beside us. Wyatt enjoyed my boobs displayed to him now. My bountiful bosom is now a darker tan color, from my being more active outside and the tanning at the health club. Brandee, Wendy, and I had been also doing a lot of sunbathing in Bill and Brandee's back yard. My nude sunbathing was cock hardeningly obvious I quickly discovered. The bulge in his loose athletic shorts was immediate. My own nipples instantly hardened in response. We stood and our arms wrapped around the other. I pressed my body into Wyatt's and he pressed back moving us until I had my back against the wall. My hand gripped him tightly and explored the contours of his form. I lifted my arms to arc them around his neck. Our kisses journeyed across our necks and face, only to drift back to allow our tongues to dance together. Wyatt grazed his hands down my side to claim my ample bottom. He groped and kneaded the soft flesh tightly encased in denim. The, he did something unexpected. Wyatt lifted me! I wrapped my smooth legs around his waist as he held me aloft and pressed me against the wall. I was so hot. I don't think I have ever been this aroused as I was at that moment. Still clutching my wide butt, Wyatt moved us over to the kitchen table. He placed me on the cool table top. My legs dangled over the edge as I stretched out onto my back. My nude form was exposed to my son's appreciative gaze. My large jugs spread out across my chest. Wyatt plucked my socks off and undid my belt buckle. He unbuttoned my tight jeans and slid them and my thong off, increasing the pile of clothing next to us on the floor. My used two fingers to diddle my wet sexpot while my son undressed for me. The creamy dew had my plump lips coated. My body was ready to receive Wyatt's cock. He was naked when he moved between my thick spread legs. It struck me, again, how much he resembled his father. He used his stiff rod to smear my nectar all over my quivering cunt. He grasped his turgid member and directed it toward my glistening quim. My sticky fingers held my lips apart so he could penetrate me deeply all at once. In one hard push, my incestuous hat trick was complete. I had now fucked all three of my children. Wyatt held himself still while I adjusted to the size of his significant missle. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy, but I could not stop the low moans from escaping. My expression had to mirror Wyatt's look of pure bliss. I clutched onto the table as my son thrust my cock in and out of my frothing snatch. My big melons were caught by his mouth as he leaned in and pumped me vigorously. First one, then the other was painted with his saliva. He nipped at my erect nipple gently, causing my breath to catch. He fucked me smoothly, reveling in my satisfied whimpers of delight. I was overjoyed to hear Wyatt's grunts and heavy breaths as well. My tanned globes shook as he gradually increased his tempo of his pistoning assault. My body reacted more and more as electricity traveled through me, igniting tingling nerve ends. My climax was close and Wyatt gave it to me harder while his own orgasm approached. I could feel his muscle throb and my explosion came with his simultaneously. When I came, I dug my fingernails into his back, holding on for dear life. Our wails echoed across the kitchen as rode the crest of pleasure. Wyatt somehow managed to continue the feverish pace until he was soft and we were both completely spent. He sat back into the kitchen chair while I stared up at the ceiling. I could feel our mingled juices trickling out to coat my thighs and drip a little onto the kitchen table. Our breathing was heavy and his heart had to hammering as fiercely as my own. My legs closed, rubbing my thighs and sending little thrills into my still tingling body. My boobs were still heaving up and down with my heavy breaths. I pushed myself up and off the table. Crooking my finger at Wyatt, I walked still nude back toward my room. His smile was wide as he stood and dutifully followed my swaying hips and bare butt. The spare bedroom was out next destination. "Karen and I haven't christened this room yet," Wyatt said as he joined me. My fingers stroked his dangling cock, "No time like the present, then," I told him. My ministrations had the needed effect, because soon, Wyatt sported another impressive hard on that was ready for his mother's channel. As soon as he was next to me on the bed, I scooted down to suck on his wonderful cock. His hips bucked and his back arched as I slobbered all over prick. His animalistic moans were like music to my ears as I slurped ravenously on his rod. I knew he was enjoying his mom's lashing tongue. "Oh fuck, Mom that feels so good. I wish we had done this sooner," Wyatt groaned as I lasciviously serviced his aching rod. In time, he shifted and pulled me over on top of me until we settled into a hot 69 position. My trimmed honeypot, slick with my trickling juices was attacked by Wyatt's seeking mouth. I wailed in delight, "That's it baby. Lick Momma's pussy. Your tongue is magic sweetie!" He savored my flavor and his tongue was like heaven. My orgasm came before his this time as I writhed and whined at the rapturous feelings coursing through me. I squirmed in post-orgasmic bliss until I rolled off my son. I changed position so he was still on his back. I grasped his spear and lowered my body until I was impaled fully. His hot tusk was buried in my slick tunnel and I could feel his upper legs against my smooth rounded cheeks. I was stuffed full of his cockmeat and I was delirious. "I hope you are ready, Wy," I said as I grinned down at him and cupped my big tits naughtily. I brought the plump nipple to my lips and sucked it, chuckling as Wyatt's eyes popped out. I gave Wyatt the fuck of his life. I know how to use my pussy muscles and for the next 20 minutes, I gyrated while I gripped his pole continuously. My still voluptuous form was soon glistening with a fine sheen of sweat which ran down my face and body. Wyatt's strong hands came up to cradle my bouncing breasts. He caressed the soft flesh and tweaked the stiff peaks. Wyatt cried out, "OH YES!! Oh my god, Mom. Yea yea!" Wyatt began to push up to meet me as I came down. The motion of our clashing bodies brought us to the zenith that awaited us. I rode my son long and hard with my back arched and my hands fisted in my hair. My tits were thrust out to his groping hands and he groaned one last time and soon his balls were draining his jizz deep into my clutching channel. His eyes were squeezed shut as we both cried out in unison. I came so hard that I lost contact with Earth for a split second. When my body and mind returned to me, I realized that I had collapsed into a sweaty satisfied heap atop Wyatt. The contented smile on his face and the blissful look in his eyes suggested he felt as pleased as me. Our mutual juices seeped out of my well-fucked cunt. I gave Wyatt a long kiss while he stroked my slick form. We stayed cuddled like that until our breathing returned to normal and our hearts seized galloping in our chests. "What now," I asked, looking down into my son's beautiful eyes. "Well first I call Karen's sister and have her pick Allen up from Kindergarten today so he can spend the night at her place,' Wyatt told me. I frowned, "I still want to see my only grand-child while I'm here, honey." "You will, Mom, you will," He assured me, "You're here all week, this is just tonight." I lifted and eyebrow, "And Karen," I inquired. Wyatt smiled wickedly, "Ah, well, Karen I call right now and tell her to get home fast." "Really," I giggled. I knew it was my turn to wide eyes. "Oh yes," Wyatt said, "Bill told us about Brandee and Wendy too and now Karen wants to enjoy this new body of yours as well. She is the one that gave me the idea about the trunk...to get you down here." For the rest of the afternoon and that night, I joined Karen and Wyatt in their bed. I found out what a true wild cat that hot-bodied Karen can be. She was a skilled and enthusiastic lover. I always discovered she was extremely voca and the neighbors had to know what was going on in the bedroom on this side of the low wall separating the houses. I napped during the day, while they were at work and Allen was in school. I spent the evening with Allen playing and being grand-motherly, but my nights were spent with Wyatt and Karen. I was fucked to a frazzle by the time I left at week's end. Before I left, they let me know that they had cleared some time off. They planned to join us next Mother's Day. I couldn't wait.