2 comments/ 122092 views/ 7 favorites A Warm Welcome Home Ch. 01 By: LordDominik I knew that this wasn't going to be something I'd want to repeat anytime soon. Sitting in our room, on the edge of our bed, I couldn't begin to fathom just how this weekend would turn out, but nonetheless, I was destined to carry out this act of courtesy like so many before me have done, and so many after will do. But, now was the time. Now I must face my accusers, which will judge me for a crime I am surely guilty of, yet feel no remorse for. I am guilty of loving their daughter. "Honey? Are you ready to go?" she screamed up from downstairs. "We're going to be later for dinner!" "Yes Sara. I was just grabbing some aspirin." for the headache I felt coming on far too long. As I went downstairs, I saw here standing there in the foyer like the beauty she has always been. The soft glow caressed her face like a sun's rays accent a cloud. The smile on her lips and look of approval from her eyes was enough to encourage me to do anything. "I love you Matthew." she says while pressing her body close to me and kissing me so soft, yet with the depth of an ocean chasm. "I love you too baby, with all my heart." I took her in my arms and held her close, longing for a wave of comfort that she had given me so many times before. I could feel her body responding to the touch of my hands. I felt her nipples firming and pressing against my warm chest, throbbing to the beat of my heart. There's no resisting, but to take my tongue and slide it down across her neck, tasting the scent she fills my air with, and inhaling deeply it's sweet... "MATTHEW, Stop that! We're going to be late." {Sigh} There was no way I could sit for 4 hours and let the complexity of my thoughts muddle over the countless possibilities that I could encounter on this weekend. I've always thought of myself as someone who was good at doing this. I've always seemed to get a positive response in the past, so why would this be any different? Could it be that we're spending the whole weekend there? I'm subjecting myself to the torture of not having the pleasure of her body for 2 days. Not being able to feel her softness wrapped around me as it was for so long on the night we first met. What person would open themselves to this mental torture? I guess our forefathers never considered meeting her parents as cruel and unusual punishment, or they would have written that into the 8th Amendment. I laid my head upon the rest of the seat, in the hopes of napping through a journey into what was certain to be an unprecedented level of hell. "What the hell was that?" being ever so rudely awakened. "The drainage ditch at the bottom of the driveway." she said. It felt more like a drainage canyon. That's typical among these country driveways, these long dirt roads winding through the trees leading up to a home. Regardless, here we were, pulling up to the house. My heart is pounding harder than the bass from Eminem on the radio talking about hating his mother. How quaintly ironic I thought. I opened the door of the car and began to step out, stretching from being in one position for so long. Standing there, looking at my home for the next two days. {BUUUUUUUUZZZZOOOOOOMMM} "WHAT IN THE NAME OF!" "What now?" she said. "What was that! Some kind of prehistoric mosquito?" "Haven't you ever seen a hummingbird?" "Sure, on T.V. I didn't know they doubled as dive bombers though." She shrugged off the comment and went up to the house, while I got the bags from the car. Following her into the house, I asked where I should drop the bags, and she pointed me to what would be our sanctum for the weekend. I set them down, and proceeded to the bathroom for the only relief I was going to be getting it seemed. I looked at myself in the mirror, splashed some cold water on my face and woke up to the reality of being here. "Well, I may as well make the best of it." I said to myself. Her stepfather was sitting in the living room watching NASCAR when I came out of the bathroom. He jumped up to greet me. "Hi, I'm Ronny." "I'm Matthew. Good to finally meet you." I replied with a well-practiced and diplomatic smile. As I shook his hand, I gazed at the walls and décor of the home. Clad with pictures of scenes of hunting, and hearing the ever-familiar sounds of the Brickyard in the background, I suddenly realized, this must be the first gate of hell. A wreck on T.V. interrupted our greeting and as he quickly shifted his focus back to racing, he asked "Do you like NASCAR?" "I used to live in Indianapolis, and after seeing the Brickyard and being immersed in the culture, it loses its romantic appeal." He seemed somewhat confused by my review of racing as if I was commenting on some masterpiece of art or opera, and quickly settled back into his elliptic vertigo of horsepower and speed. I looked to Sara who was standing at the kitchen table fiddling with her purse and asked in a whispered tone, "Smoke?" She looks to me and points out to the back deck from whence we came in. I flashed her a smile and mouthed, "I love you" as I made my way out back. Still somewhat asleep from my vehicular slumber, I took in the surroundings and I puffed on what seemed to be the only vice I was allowed. I couldn't even do that in the manner I am accustomed to. As I stare off into the flora and fauna surrounding me, my mind drifts off to a comparison of my life, as it is this instant, with the literature lining the shelves of libraries I've read. The days of losing myself in the writings of W Somerset Maugham return to me while I think of 'The Moon and Sixpence' as he said, "A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him the sacrifices he makes on her account." Oh those words ring so true to me right now. Suddenly, my hint of serenity is interrupted as the sliding door opens. I glance back to see who has taken me from this place, and there she stands. As my mind tries to wander back into thought, I am forced to a double take. That which I have dreaded doing for so long was now here in front of me. I could not believe how this was reacting in me. What kind of twisted black hole of Fate was I being sucked into? Many times in my life have Fate and I had our disagreements, and I could tell this was going to be another of them. She impregnates my mind with thoughts of rapture and Hades, and then sends me an angel in the form of an evil minion of morality. As I bite my tongue the bells of Notre Dame ring out louder than ever to Fate, "You heartless BITCH!" Thankfully, I caught myself before saying that aloud. "Hi there, I'm Sara's mom, Gina." she says with warm southern hospitality. "Hello Gina, I'm Matthew." Faking a smile was never so hard. Gina looked to Sara and says in a coy tone of voice, "You were right, he is." and they snicker it off together as if plotting some chaotic cruelty between them. "Matthew, please, call me Mom." She reaches out and wraps her arms around me for a firm yet friendly hug. "Ok...Mom." How could I be saying this? How could I be thinking this? "Honey, Ronny and I are going to run into town to the store. Will you be ok here with Mom?" In the name of all that is holy and forgiving, I BEG you, please, do NOT leave me alone with this woman. "Yes baby, I'll be fine." I rush to kiss her as if to beg her to take me with her. I suddenly feel like a child asking his parent to buy him a toy he as always wanted, or begging for a snack. Anything that would remove me from this situation would be a blessing unlike any other. The gates of St. Peter wouldn't be as welcoming right now. Sara and Ronny drove off and I'm left watching a trail of dust as if my last hope of survival was just ripped from my grasp. We have all thought about it at some point in time in life, and wondered how we might react in this strange situation. Here I am, literally staring it in the face. As I crush out my butt, and watch it's smoldering ash fade away, I feel as if this is symbolic of my life draining away from me. We go back in the house and stand in the kitchen as awkward as the statues and pictures of waterfowl that decorate the environment. I feel as if I am standing out like a sore thumb, and should be holding a 12 gauge, clad in hunter orange. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and sighing with the intensity of the crack of a whip, and move my neck to loosen its muscles. I walk into the living room; sit on the couch, and cross my legs. "Feel free to watch whatever you like." she says to me while handing me the remote. "I don't watch much T.V." as I lean my head back a close my eyes. "Are you ok? Is something wrong?" Oh, she couldn't have hit that nail any more center if she swung a million times. "I'm fine. My neck is a little stiff is all. I fell asleep in the car on the way down here and was just in an odd position." Like I'm not in an odd position now. "Well come here honey, let me work it out for you." She took my body and with the skill of a wrestler spun me to one side. My eyes sprung open as if a rubber band just snapped. She took her hands and began to manipulate the muscles of my neck and shoulders. "Really, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine." "Nonsense. Now sit still and let me take care of you." I couldn't believe the conflict pouring over me. On one side I it was revolting to feel her hands touching me in a way to release this tenseness. On the other hand, I couldn't say no to her touch. I could tell she was Sara's mother just by her touching me. The softness of her skin, the strength of her grasp, and the comfort of her compassion were as familiar as if I'd known her forever. The ultimate trap of life was being sprung right in front of me, and I walked right into it. "There now, is that feeling better?" "Mmmmmm, yes it is, thank you." She continued to work her hands throughout my neck and shoulders, and soon my body gave in to her touch. No longer could I withstand the pressure of resisting. I felt her hands pull me closer to her body. In no way could I keep from falling back into the familiar touch and feeling. I'd swear it was Sara, in every way imaginable. That's the problem though, what my imagination brought about. I felt it all. The smoothness of her skin against mine, the warmth of her breath against my neck, the passion of the reality surrounding me. It was all there. "I'm gonna need to take off your shirt honey to work this one out." I gasped at the thought of exposing myself to my soon to be Mother-In-Law. The hesitation was quick and unyielding as she quickly took my shirt from the bottom, and pulled it o'er my head. She took one hand and began to work the upper part of my spine. I could feel her fingers tracing each vertebra with the same intensity as her hands on my shoulders. "Does that feel good?" "Oh yes, it does." I say in low almost incoherent voice. "Would you like me to stop?" OH, what a HELL OF A TIME to ask that question I thought, as the tips of her nails trace my spine and send shivers throughout my body. "No, please continue." Her nails began to trace up my spine, over the back of my neck, and up around my ears. She continued by bringing them down my cheeks, under my chin, and over my chest. Pulling me back against her, I found that she had unbuttoned her shirt to expose the skin of her body. Oh, the paradise revealed to me. I could feel the hardness of her nipples in my back through a bra that displayed her tits as if they were a rare treasure. Her nails lightly caressed my nipples and brought them to a peak. My breathing increased with gasps at her every touch, and my body shivered in anticipation of what may be to come. I turned my body to hers, and gazed into her eyes once again. This look was so much different from the last. Was it the way I was looking at her, or she looking into me. Nevertheless, our mere sight of one another held each other as tight as I wanted her in my arms right this instant. I leaned closer, and for the first time in my life, my worst nightmare of conscience became my wildest fantasy come true. Her kiss is as intoxicating as Sara's. The softness and subtlety, the passion and desire, the pure conviction behind it guides me to a utopia of pleasure undiscovered in boyhood fantasy. I brought my hand up from her thighs and began to massage her tits. The lusciously full and perky 42D's stared me in the face. I couldn't believe a woman of her age had tits so incredibly firm. I kissed her deeply still as my hands moved behind her to release them from their shell. As the tension of the bra loosened and it slid from her chest, there sat a testament to perfection. Two of the most beautiful breasts I have seen in my life, and here they are for me to get lost in. I took my mouth and lowered it to a nipple. As I took the nipple in my mouth and began to suck it, I felt as if life itself was just breathed into my body. Her back arched pressing the erect flesh into my mouth further. A wave of consciousness overtook my body as a whole. I felt every nerve within me come to life. In an instant, my cock throbbed from its flaccid slumber, to an erect body and stood ready for pleasure. As I sucked her nipple and teased the other between thumb and finger, a moan escaped her lips. The moan was a musical symphony being performed to the beat of her heart. Still attending her nipples, I stood up and pulled her up with me. I pressed my body to her, and she knew right then my desire. We began to undress one another until nothing stood between us, not even air. She could feel the throbbing of my cock against her stomach as I felt the moist warmth of her pussy rising around my balls. I sat her back on the couch, and slid my cock between her lips. She anxiously accepted it as she began to stroke it fervently with her tongue. My head dropped back as my eyes rolled and a deep growling moan came from within me. "Ohhhhhhhhh Sara!" She chuckled at my mistake. I can't believe that I just called my future mother by the name of my fiancé. I can't help it. Her mouth and technique are exactly identical. My cock throbs with the same intensity as when Sara takes it. "Please, don't stop." I ask her. She takes my cock even deeper in her throat than before. Feeling her muscles tighten around the head I'm coaxed to thrust deeper. I look down to her and see her rubbing her clit. She's grinding against it, knowing it's begging for the same attention. I lay her down and spread her legs wide. My cock soon finds itself back in its warm and welcoming haven. As I lay atop her, I welcome the sweet and musky aroma offered by her pussy. I begin to take the tip of my tongue and lightly tease the throbbing clit she's been grinding against. With every movement of my tongue, hers matches it, feeling the head of my cock receive the same attention I am giving her. Her moans begin to increase as my mouth finds new ways to make her pussy wetter. My tongue taking long full strokes as if I were a child with an all day lollipop. Taking every drop of her sweetness into my mouth and swallowing it whole. I can feel her pussy begin to tighten and her hips begin to grind into my face. I can tell she longs to release the juice that I so much want to taste. I begin to rub her clit wildly, as I take my tongue and slid it as far in her pussy as I can. Harder and faster, as my mouth molests her pussy, my cock is fucking her face with the same speed and aggression. Suddenly my cock leaves her mouth as she screams in ecstasy, "OH MATTHEW, I'M CUMMING BABY!!" I feel the wetness of her juices flow down my throat and take every drop of her and swallow it deep within me. She strokes my cock madly and I feel the stir of climax approaching. "Oh Goddess Gina. YES. Jerk my cock! Harder, FASTER! OH, OHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH MOM I'm CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG!!" She stroked my cock and let every drop of my cum spray on her and coat her face. As my cock hung there, still throbbing, I moved my body so that I could see the cum coating her face. I looked to her, smiled sweetly, gazed deep in her soft eyes, and kissed her passionately. I felt my own cum being rubbed into my face. Upon the break of this kiss, she licked my cum from me. We lied on the couch in one another's arms for a few moments, before gathering out clothes and dressing one another. I kissed her again as I made my way back out to the deck where I first met her, to smoke yet again. To Be Continued... A Warm Welcome Home Ch. 02 Standing here afterwards is a rather unique experience. They say that hindsight is 20/20. Well, based on what just happened, I don’t know that I could easily agree with that statement. Nonetheless, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. I had no idea that their pussies could feel so much alike. Not to mention the technique. You’d swear she taught her specifically how to please a man. No way though, not possible. As I stare down the long driveway, I wait in anticipation, unmatched by any I have felt before. Not in a good way either. Like many a western films, the good guy will stand in the middle of main street waiting for a cloud of dust symbolizing the bad guy coming. I awaited that cloud of dust, signaling a showdown with Sara. I had to tell her. She will be so pissed at me over this and I pray that she can forgive me. I don’t see how though. How is it possible that she could forgive me for having sex with her mother? With my soon to be mother for that matter. My Goddess, I called her MOM while shooting my hot cum all over her face. Is this ecstasy or insanity? It’s not long before I hear the rumbling of a truck engine coming up the driveway. The minute she was in sight, my eyes didn’t leave hers. She had to have been able to seen the look of utter despair on my face. Sara and I have had such a connection since moment one of meeting each other. She can look beyond my eyes, into my soul and tell that I feel as if something has died. Ronny parked the truck, and grabbed the groceries from the store, and began to walk in the house. I was sweating profusely and felt like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. My eyes haven’t left hers for one second. As she came up the steps, she could see it. I know she knew. I just know it. As I opened my mouth to speak the words, and all I felt like was being sick, and a lump in my throat that felt like El Capitan. “Sara, we need to talk.” I said in a humbled and quiet voice. “Not now Matthew, we need to start dinner.” “This is important though. You NEED to know this.” “Honey, trust me, it can wait.” It can wait??? What was she saying? I was about to tell her something that would most likely have me walking home. And I’m from Nebraska! The outrage of this is unreal. The continued suffering I am being forced to go through. My having sex with her mom has taken a backseat to store bought catfish. How in the hell could she see fit to put me through this? I sat on the deck, smoking one cigarette after another, until she came out and told me dinner was ready. I couldn’t move. There was nothing left in body but remorse and anguish. The other side of that coin is a cock that is coated with her mom’s saliva from a blowjob that is only matched by her daughter. Something I would most likely never experience again. Sara walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me started kissing my neck slow and soft. OH GODS that’s my kryptonite. Well, that and catfish. “Honey, dinner is ready, let’s go eat.” “Baby, please, I need to talk to you.” “Trust me Matthew, it can wait.” She pulled me up out of the chair and dragged me to the table. I sat down to the plate prepared for me. I just sat and stared at it, catfish, fresh corn on the cob, and fresh peaches. Gina looked me in the eye for what felt like forever. This was unimaginable. “Aren’t you hungry?” she said in her coy southern tone. There was no way I could make the volume of sarcastic comments running through my head. I sat there and forced down dinner. It took all I had not to be sick from the feelings running through me. I hated myself for being there, and I hated Sara for making me wait to tell her that I’ve destroyed the bond we made together. I finished my dinner, excused myself and went into our room and lay on the bed with my head facing the wall. I just wanted to curl up and die. I couldn’t begin to judge the passage of time. Every moment felt like an eternity of betrayal. I couldn’t stand this anymore. I’m going to march out to the table and tell her right there in front of everyone. This can’t wait any long. Besides, if I go down, at least I will go down in a blaze of glory. Not to mention, it’s not as long of a walk home from her mom’s as it is from our house. Maybe I’ll have a bit of a head start. Just as I rolled over, I heard footsteps in the hall. Now I didn’t want to move. A wave of fear crashed over me that had me frozen where I lay. I wanted to do this, and now I don’t. A million things running through my mind and now I don’t know where any of them are taking me. I hear the handle of the door being turned, and I’m just lying there. Sara walks in the room and sits on the edge of the bed next to me, placing one arm around me, and starts rubbing my back. “Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?” I’m frozen in a gaze of emptiness. Empty, but full of everything that marks the end of the world. An orchestra of trumpets blaring the 7 plagues of Revelations exploded in harmony being led by the pounding of my heart. “First off, I want to say that I am sorry. I Love you with all my heart and soul and can’t begin to think how this could affect you. I want you to know that I will do ANYTHING to try and make this better for you.” “Matthew, calm down. What’s the matter?” “While you and Ronny were at the store, your mom was massaging my neck and shoulders and it kind of got out of hand.” “What do you mean out of hand?” She asked this not as if she was worried something happened, but as if she was curious about some idle story I was telling and she didn’t quite understand the plot. “Well, you see, she and I were sitting on the couch and she began to rub my shoulders and then she was rubbing my neck and her hands went to my chest and then she was rubbing my neck some more and then…” “Matthew, you’re babbling, slow down.” “Sara, I had sex with your mom. I ate her pussy and she sucked my cock.” A voice rang loud in my head. I feel as if I have just sounded the bugle call and the armies would be massing at my throat any moment. Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war. When my English teacher in high school told me that this would all make sense later in life, I certainly had no idea he would mean this, the bastard. Well, Mark Antony wasn’t half right when he said, “Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood, over thy wounds now do I prophesy.” She sat up and faced away from me. I couldn’t begin to tell what I had done to her. “Did you enjoy it?” What the hell kind of questions was this? Did I enjoy it? This is the last thing I expected to hear from her mouth. Surely I thought she’d be in tears by now, crying, hitting me, denying it or whatever, but not this. “Well, did you?” “Yes, I did.” I said in a quiet and ever so guilty tone of voice “Did she make you cum?” “Yes, she did. I came on her face.” “And did she cum?” I can’t believe me she was asking me if I made her mother cum. This is not at all how I expected this to go. Hell, I expected I would be dead by now. “Yes, she did. I swallowed it.” I could see that she has started shifting in her spot a little bit. I imagine that this has made her quite uncomfortable, and quite frankly, I am surprised she’s maintained her composure this long. I’d thought I’d be dodging objects being thrown at me by now. She turned to me again and I could not believe my eyes. While my face was buried in a pillow, she has unbuttoned her top, and unfastened her bra. “Um, Sara. What are you doing?” “Getting undressed silly. What does it look like?” Ok, now I’m totally lost. “But why?” I ask. “Because I’m getting ready to fuck the man I am going to marry.” “Aren’t you mad at me for doing that with your mom?” She looked at me with a sheepish look in her eye. I could tell she had something planned. What though, I had no clue of. She continued to undress there on the bed, and every time I would try to speak, she would place a finger over my lips to silence me. After she finished undressing, she proceeded to undress me. Sliding my shirt over my head, unzipping my jeans, and all of this had a curiously confusing déjà vu feeling to it. Confusing, yet erotic at the same time. She took her lips and kissed me ever so softly and gently. It’s as if I was in a prison and the jailer was teasing me by waving the keys in front of me. I accepted her kiss with hesitation, but oh how it felt so good. I felt her naked body pressing against mine. The warm touch of her flesh caressed every inch of my skin. She proceeded to take her mouth and greedily wrap it around my cock. I felt the limp muscle begin to twitch and spasm to life. “mmmmmmmm, oh baby, this can’t be real.” “And why not?” she asked as her lips crested the head of my cock. “Is this your way of saying you’re not upset with me for what happened with your mom?” “No, I’m not upset with you.” “At all???” “Not one bit” OK, now I am even more confused than before. How is it possible that a man can get away with having sex with the mother of his fiancé? Yet even still, here Sara is using her mouth to make love to my cock. Goddess this feels so good. The uncanny irony of mutually talented tongues caressing the medium that will bring our children into this world. “Sara, wait. You know how loud I get. They’ll hear us.” “It’s ok honey, you’re free to be as loud as you want, or do whatever you want.” Whatever I want huh? Does that include freeze time and find the rewind button on the surreal sexcapade? I don’t suppose there is any point in fighting this. Not that I could if I wanted to. If there’s one thing has always been a constant in this universe, it’s that fucking Sara stopped whatever else was going on. The whole world just seemed to melt away and it was just you and she. “Ohhhhhhhh baby, you know I love the feeling of your lips on my cock.” I could feel her taking me deeper in her throat. I know she doesn’t often go deep because she gags easily, but when she does, I can’t hold anything back. “OH MY GODS Sara, take my cock in your throat slut. Show me the whore you really are.” Her gagging and my feeling her throat closing around my cock increased my soft groaning to a much more vocal rapport. There was no way I was hiding this. “I want you NOW SLUT. Give me that pussy I’ve wanted all day!” She climbed on my cock, and with a swift execution of gravity I felt her pussy and all it’s juices draping over my cock in an instant. I’d wanted this since walking down the stairs and seeing her standing there. Since her erect nipples pressed against my chest this morning, I was so afraid I wouldn’t have her for 2 days. And now I have her as free as I want. I felt her pussy tightening up around my cock. She was never one for wasting any time as she began to buck harder and faster. Seeing her tits bouncing like a majorette in a parade, and her hair flying makes me feel the intensity of her orgasm even more. The Goddess Ishtar herself was taming the Great Bull of the Heavens. Her voice screamed in passion. “OH MATTHEW, FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!!!! Give me that cock deep in my pussy.” “OH SARA, you WHORE GODDESS, CUM ON THAT COCK NOW BITCH!” I could feel her juices flowing down around my balls and every drop of it was a nectar of life and love. Her pussy became so tight that it almost pushed my cock from deep inside her. With every contraction I felt her take all of me back inside of her and then push me out again. “OHHHHHHHHH MATTHEW I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING!!!!!!!!!” Her body crashed hard against mine in a pool of sweat and tears. I took her nipple and began sucking and biting at it like she has had me do, so many times before. The pain instantly shot to her clit and again she was exploding with cum on my cock. Her screams echoed through the house as I whispered. “You like that pain, don’t you slut? Don’t YOU?!” “Oh fuck yes Matthew, oh yes.” She cried in her whimpering ecstasy. We lie holding one another for a moment, and when she moved, I could see through the crack in the door that her mother was on her knees giving her dad a blowjob outside the door. I couldn’t believe that our fucking madly, aroused them. Sara stood, and went to open the door. “What are you two doing out here?” she asked “Joining in on the fun, of course.” Ronny said “Oh no you’re not, because if you were, you’d be in here with us.” I could NOT believe my ears. Did Sara just invite her parents to come in our room and have sex with us??? I shot upright in bed with awe and amazement. I could not believe what was happening. I was utterly speechless as their two naked bodies came in. Her mother was standing there in all her beauty with a pussy that glistened. The same pussy my face was in only hours ago. Her father with a throbbing erection that I could tell Sara was getting even wetter over. “What’s going on here?” I asked in astonished confusion. “You’re being welcomed into our family Matthew.” Sara’s mom replied as both her and Sara came over and kissed me deeply and passionately. Her mom took one of her tits and reintroduced it to my mouth. Sara proceeded to suck the other nipple in a very practiced fashion. Sara’s ass rose high in the air as Ronny came from behind her and slid his throbbing cock deep in her pussy. I could hear her screams of being fucked even though she has a lusciously full tit in her mouth. There was no masking the noise she made. Her mom moved to my cock and with the same precession as Sara, lowering her pussy around me. This was it, it was really happening. I was witnessing incest first hand, and I LOVED IT! Her mom fucked my cock with the skill of her daughter. I felt her pussy explode at least 3 times. I know that Sara had also cum multiple times all over Ronny’s throbbing cock. She took it all with her mom’s breast in her mouth and didn’t miss a beat. That’s my girl. I could tell Sara was in the mood to use her tongue. She quickly lay her mom on the bed and began eating her pussy madly. Her mom without missing a beat did the same, as they became the Gemini twins of sexual fantasy. I took my position at Sara’s face and slid my cock deep in her mom’s ass. It warmth and tight grip welcomed my cock like a long lost friend. Ronny hastily followed suit with Sara’s ass as he drilled his cock deep inside her. She let out a scream of intense pain, which I know she loved every minute of. Soon, the four of us were sharing a sexual rhythm that couldn’t be met by the best barbershop quartet. Our bodies were covered with sweat and cum. Sara and her mom would take breaks from one another’s pussies and run their tongues along our cocks as we continued to punish their asses. This could last much longer. I felt a swelling that was all too familiar, and my screams became louder and more tempestuous than ever before. I knew Ronny was close to cumming as he’d been fucking her ass harder and faster with each stroke of his cock. The women got on the floor on their knees and crossed our cocks and sucked them both impetuously. Ronny and I were both screaming so loud as they fingered one another’s pussies and waited for the gifts we would present them. Finally, our cocks exploded with a force that felt almost atomic. The streams of our cum mixing with one another covered their faces and tongues. They licked each other clean, and sucked every last drop of cum from our cocks. Quietly, Sara and her mom kissed one another goodnight, and Mom and Dad retired to their room. Sara and I crawled back into bed and I held her shivering body against mine. Kissing softly for a while and feeling my cock tremble against her cum soaked pussy is something I will never forget. Just as we began to drift of asleep for the night, I asked, “Are you sure you don’t have any sisters?” “I Love you Matthew, my beautiful husband.” “And I Love you Sara, my stunning wife.” All comments are welcome through e-mail.