1 comments/ 40299 views/ 12 favorites Pine Tree Cresent Ch. 01 By: bobluccha Brendan watched sullenly as Jean Marsden came out of her front door and placed the bin bag by the front gate. He'd been infatuated with her since he was sixteen years old. And now, he was at the ripe old age of twenty five, he'd finally admitted that he was never going to get inside her lacy thong. His thoughts wandered as she bent over to drop the sack. He wasn't actually sure that he wouldn't get a chance, he was just so shy around her, he'd never even hinted or asked. He always seemed to get himself into a muddle every time he was in her company. He'd never understood why as he was always a big hit with the girls at school, college, and now at work. There again, Jean could hardly be called a girl. She was the same age as his mother and even though she was, Jean had a look about her that defied anything that he could write down in words. He would never be able to do her justice. He caught his breath as she looked over to him and waved. He gave a little wave back and was thankful that she was so far away and couldn't see the embarrassing shade of red that come across his face. He turned away to head indoors, only to find his mother watching, knowingly, from the kitchen window. Jean turned away and made her way back up the garden path, a small smile on her face. She'd known about Brendan's infatuation even before he did. She used to think it was really sweet, but these past few years her feelings were being somewhat conflicted. It hadn't gone un-noticed by Jean that Brendan had grown into a strapping young man. Being a divorcee and the children gone on, she spent a lot of time on her own. Of course she had her friends, especially Brendan's mother Rita who she often went out socializing with. And a wild time they always had. You couldn't count the number of times that they'd brought men back to her home and spent the night giving and having pleasure. They often spoke about Brendan and his feelings. Brendan's mother, although not having said so in so many words had forbidden Jean from taking Brendan into her bed. She hadn't given any explanation and Jean had a sneaky suspicion that if not yet, then soon, Rita would be attempting to take her own son into her own bed. She'd seen the way her eyes misted over whenever he walked into a room that they were already occupying. Not that Brendan noticed. His eyes were firmly on Jean and her expansive chest. "I see you gave your customary morning wave to the slut over the street! " Rita said her back still away from her son as she continued to gaze out the window. She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips. Too late to take them back now. She waited, knowing her strapping son was staring at her. No doubt with his mouth agape. " Why would you even call her that?.... She's supposed to be your dearest friend....... What has Jean ever done to you?" Brendan whispered, still at a loss over his mothers words. "She hasn't done anything to me actually, I'm just sick of watching you two fawn over each other. I get sick of the way that you ogle her tits every time she comes over here." as Rita said this she couldn't help but slowly push her own expansive tits out and it didn't go unnoticed by her that her sons eyes immediately dropped down to see them. For at least two years Rita had longed for her own sons cock. She gazed down now and wasn't disappointed by the growing bulge in the front of his sweatpants. Brendan slowly and purposely dragged his eyes away from his mothers tits and wasn't the least bit surprised by seeing his mother ogling his growing hard-on. He'd noticed a long time ago how she'd taken to ogling his manhood every time she got within seeing distance. This never failed to excite him, just as it was doing now. He smiled as he watched his mothers tongue slowly lick across her bottom lip. This made him harder and he felt that if his younger sister wasn't in the house they might of actually of crossed that forbidden line. As it was, he'd no doubt go to his own bedroom and with thoughts of Jean and his mother floating around his head he'd bring himself to a less than satisfying climax. Rita watched her son walk away, having no response to her last comment. As he disappeared from view Rita lifted her hand and squeezed an elongated nipple. Her thoughts flew back to two years past when she'd come home early one Friday night only to find Brendan laid out on the sofa, absolutely naked, with Miranda Thomas sucking on the thickest and longest cock she'd ever seen. Rita had stood stunned at the doorway, her own cunt throbbing as she'd watched, unashamedly, as Miranda had given her son the blow jobs of blow jobs. She'd had no idea that her own son was built the way he was. And ever since, she'd been obsessed with his manhood. She measured every man that came her way with Brendan's huge tool. No one had come any where near him as yet. All Rita knew was that she wanted her own son big time and she was pretty sure that he wanted a piece of her too, but neither one of them knew how to cross that forbidden line of incest. Rita listened to her son as he closed his bedroom door, having a pretty good idea of what was about to happen behind it. Quite often when they'd had an ogling session, Brendan would suddenly leave and go into his bedroom or the bathroom. If only her daughter Samantha wasn't in. An idea quickly formed in her head. Rita made her way to Samantha's room and knocked on the door. "Samantha honey..... Are you busy?" she called through the door. "No mum... what do you need?" "If I let you take my car, would you go to Nan's for me. I promised her her baking books back by this week and it's Thursday now. Would you mind dropping them off for me?" Rita said slyly. The fact that she'd said that she could use her car was enough to swing it. She knew how much Samantha loved driving her car and also knew that it would take at least an hour for the return trip, that's not counting the time for chat and the inevitable cruising that she'd be doing. that's enough time for Rita. True to form Samantha was out of her room and in the car in a flash and was soon powering her mothers convertible away from the house. Rita estimated that she would have approximately one and half hours before she returned. She ran to the bathroom, unbuttoning her tight blouse as she went. Once there she quickly removed her bra and after a moments thought, reached under her mid-thigh denim skirt and removed her knickers. She mused as she put her damp knickers in the wash basket how if this had been a girls night she'd of been wearing a thong and she wouldn't of removed them. She was well aware of what most men liked and she knew they liked thongs. Checking herself out in the bathroom mirror she reasoned that for forty seven she wasn't half bad. Still had a great figure that caught men and boys attention, she smiled to herself as she thought even the odd woman had been caught ogling her tits and arse. Not giving herself time to think for fear of chickening out she crept along the hallway until she got to Brendan's door. She leant her ear to it and could hear a rhythmic drumming and the occasional groan coming from her son. Her already hardened nipples became so distended they were obscenely poking their way through her blouse. She quickly reached down and deftly undid all but the last two buttons on her blouse, grabbed the door handle and walked straight in. Brendan's body left the bed as his bedroom door flew open. "For fucks sake mum.... Why didn't you knock?" he said as he tried frantically and unsuccessfully to pull his boxers over his hard cock before his mother could see it. "I'm so sorry love I didn't realise that you were even in here. I thought you'd gone out." all the while staring at his throbbing tool that he was still trying to cover. Rita decided to go for it' "My god love, you've got a huge cock...... I never ever seen one that big............ it's lovely baby." Brendan slowly stopped his panic and for the first time noticed the way his mother was dressed. It occurred to him that she wouldn't be dressed that way unless she wanted for him to see her like that. And to be honest, it wasn't unpleasant. Not by any means. Maybe he would be having more than a quick one off the wrist this time. He slowly removed his hands so that his cock was exposed to his mothers eyes. He laid back on the bed, his arms nonchalantly behind his head, staring at his own mothers huge full tits and waited to see what would happen next. Rita didn't disappoint. Rita started towards her son. Her heart was pounding. After two years she was finally getting what she wanted. There was no doubts in her mind about right and wrong. Her sons cock was her obsession and there wasn't a chance in the world that she was going to back out now. By the look of lust on her sons face as he gazed at her practically exposed tits, it was obvious that they were both on the same page. Not a word was said as she reached him and painstakingly slowly ran her long burgundy painted nails along the big vein running from his equally big ball bag to the angry looking helmet. She moved back down the bed, their eyes never leaving each other and quickly removed his jeans and boxer shorts. Once this was achieved, she headed back up the bed until she was level with his waist. Brendan could no longer keep eye contact. He'd always known his mother had a tremendous bust but he'd always tried to be discreet about looking. That is up until a couple of years ago, when she'd first started checking out the bulge in his pants. Now, he openly looked at her chest wanting to see more. "You like mummy's titties baby?" Rita asked her horny son. "You want to see more?" Brendan just nodded his head, unsure of himself. All he could think was this was his mother. The woman that had given birth to him. The same woman, he mused, that he's lain here on this bed thinking about her as he'd pulled himself thinking about her huge tits. And when he was really horny, he'd think about his mum and Jean together. His cock lurched as Rita undid the last two buttons on her blouse and pulled it apart finally revealing her heaving bosom to her first born. Hoisting her skirt further up her smooth thighs she sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes met Brendan's as they simultaneously lifted their hands towards each other. Rita's grasped his throbbing cock whilst Brendan's lifted one of her heaving bosom's. "That was very smart mum to send Samantha off like that." No surprise registered on Rita's face as she took in what Brendan had said. She licked her crimson lips as she deftly pulled back the sodden foreskin and pre-cum oozed out. Brendan's big hand mauled her firm breast and pulled on her turgid nipple. Just the feel of Brendan's tool, throbbing in her hand was doing all sorts of things to her already sopping cunt. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, there was a time clock ticking and she was fully aware that twenty minutes had lapsed since she'd burst through the bedroom door. The clock was ticking and it would keep ticking until Samantha came home. With a small reluctance, Rita released her sons hard cock and standing beside the bed stripped of her blouse and skirt. It was with pleasure that she noticed Brendan's eyes flick down to her pussy and widened when he realised that she was naked down there. A small doubt came a went quickly as she stood beside the bed looking down on her lustful son. How could she be having any doubts about what was going to happen, when it had all she'd been fantasising about for two years. Now it was about to happen there was no way she could be having doubts. She looked up into Brendan's eyes. There was no doubt there, only want and lust. Without another moments thought Rita straddled her sons fat cock. A quick slide of her fingers through her slimy cunt lips and she lowered herself fully onto him. Brendan's hips rose to meet his mother downward thrust. Rita's wet cunt lips smacked against Brendan's cum filled balls, a sound she was sure could be heard all around the crescent.............. Meanwhile, across the street, Jean steps out of the shower. As per normal, her body's craving some form of sexual release. This urge comes on at least three times a day. And so, at least three times a day, Jean, having an empty house, can give herself some form of sexual gratification. Whether it's with her fingers or with any one of the sex toys in her bedside table. Her thoughts slide to Brendan as she finishes towelling herself dry and rubs oil into her skin. It hadn't gone unnoticed by her that every morning her thoughts turned to her friends son across the way. And why not, she mused. What's not to like. At twenty five, he was nearly half her age. At least six foot two, full manly chest, muscular arms and legs and good looking too. Not to mention the tool he's got between his legs. Yes, she'd seen it pressing against his shorts many times. It's hard sitting in your friends kitchen, trying not to stare at her sons swelling lunch box as he tries not to be too obvious as he ogles two sets of huge tits. And yes, she'd caught him many times ogling his own mothers breasts, just as she'd seen Rita trying uselessly not to be seen staring at her own sons cock bulge. All these thoughts and her own hands smoothing oil over her body was driving Jean into a sexual frenzy. She knew that her own fingers or even her huge black dildo wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her today. Smiling to herself, a thought came into her head. She'd seen Rita's car powering out of the crescent just before she'd stepped into the shower. Maybe she should go and invite Brendan over. There would be no need for Rita to know. She was sure that Brendan would be discreet. She knew he would do whatever she asked as long as he got his hands on her big mature breasts. She wouldn't even have to dress up. Jean knew that Brendan was so enamoured with her that all she had to do was crook her finger at him and he would come running. And so, her decision made, she quickly dried her short blonde hair, donned a tight t-shirt over her braless tits and a pair of denim shorts. Her customary four inch heels on her feet Jean walked across the street. Little did she know then what she was going to see. What she did see would change all three lives forever. As normal, Jean never knocked on the back door of Rita's house, the unwritten law is if it's unlocked then come in. as she did now. She called out to Rita as she passed over the doorstep, even though she was sure that she wasn't in. having seen her car leaving the crescent. The only minus was Samantha, but she was no real concern. She knew enough tales about sweet little Samantha that would surely keep her in her place and her mouth shut. The house was strangely quiet. She moved through the kitchen, calling as she did. It was only when she reached the hallway could she hear the unmistakable sound of sex. Not just sex, but raw, unbridled, wet, satisfying sex. Jean was immediately jealous. Brendan was giving somebody else what she came over for. Jean edged slowly down the hallway until she stood outside Brendan's bedroom door. The sounds coming from the room were already setting Jean's already turned-on blood on fire. The rhythmic banging emanating from the room were a clear indication that Brendan was doing somebody and doing it well. A quick thought entered Jean's head. Could Brendan actually be doing his own sister. Why not, she wondered. Mother is out of the house, Samantha's got a body all young girls cry for. A horny stud for a brother and anything could happen. Jean lifted her hand to the door knob. Slowly turning it until the faint click of the latch releasing told her it was safe to push. It occurred to her that there were no voices that she could hear. Being quite vocal herself she felt this was quite odd. It didn't stop her from creaking the door open. She slipped her head through the slightly opened door and was met by the sight of a woman's legs splayed apart and Brenda's tight buttocks pounding relentlessly between them. Well, Jean mused, it definitely wasn't Samantha under her brother, Rita was out, then who the fuck is he doing. Jean watched for a short time but couldn't resist slipping her right hand inside her shorts. Her fat pussy was already excited and she was more than ready to accept two of her long fingers inside her sodden quim. the sight of Brendan's big heavy ball sack was driving the horny mature woman crazy. It was taking all her restraint to not go in and get a hand full. Within two minutes, Jean could feel her climax approaching. But then, through the haze of her imagination, that it was her beneath Brendan, getting the best fucking she'd ever seen anyone getting, came a voice. It was Brendan. No surprises there, but what was said rocked her on her heels. "OH fuck mum...... your cunt is just so fucking wet." Jean stood stock still. How could it be his mother. She'd seen her go out. And then the penny dropped. She hadn't seen Rita go out, all she'd seen was the car leaving. So maybe Samantha was driving. It occurred to Jean that they might of worked it that way so that they could get on with their illicit fuck-fest. Well she'd see about that. Rita wouldn't dare try to stop her now. This was just to big a secret. They hadn't noticed her yet so Jean push the door wide open. She saw that Brendan was getting harder and faster and she could tell it wouldn't be long. "Cum for me baby.......... Cum in your mummy's hungry cunt.....on fuck yeah, I love your fat cock in me." "Fuck mum... I'm gonna cum." Jean timed it to perfection. One cough and Rita's eyes shot open, her head left the pillow and seeing her friend standing in the doorway attempted to get her son off her. "Oh shit... Oh fuck......... Brendan get off me......Oh shit." Any attempt to get her son off her was bound to fail. Brendan was far too gone for that. When Rita in her panic was able to move him it was too late. As he pulled out of her his enraged cock erupted. Jism flew from him in long ropes. It landed on his mothers face, tits, her hair in fact every part of her upper body had some cum on part of it. All the while Rita held Jean's stare. Lust being replaced by shame and guilt and then replaced by lust. Jean didn't say a word. She walked towards the two illicit lovers and looked down at her friend. She'd always harboured secret fantasies about Rita. Who wouldn't. She always looked like sex. No more than she did now though. Jean looked at Brendan. He stared straight back at her. No shame on this studs face. With her right hand, Jean cupped Rita's full, cum covered tit and with her left she reached down and grasped Brendan's still hardened cock. "And there I was thinking that we were best friends. Were you holding out on me darling?" Rita couldn't answer her. All she could do was watch Jean's hand as she slowly manipulated her sons enormous erection. Cum still oozed out of it and dripped onto her belly. Even now as she watched this spectacle, she could feel her pussy flooding with her own juices, her inch long nipples were pointing straight at her friend who'd already noticed. "No wonder you didn't want me fucking him... you wanted him all to yourself." At this statement she felt Brendan's cock give a mighty lurch.. "OHHHH...... you like the thought of fucking with me dear do you?........ I've wanted to fuck you for so long, but your mother forbid it....... So what now....... Where do we go from here?" "I think we can work something out.... don't you mum?" said Brendan as he watched Jean's talented long nailed fingers as she slowly pulled his foreskin back. Rita too watched her friend with her sons cock. Not really hearing Brendan's question she failed to respond. So he asked again. Rita heard him that time and gave a sudden jump. "Christ, Sam's going to be back soon. She can't catch us like this, let me up Brendan." She looked defiantly at her friend. Daring her to force the issue. Again, Jean took the upper hand. Pine Tree Cresent Ch. 01 "Tell you what. Why don't you go and wash up Brendan and wait for me in the kitchen. I won't be long. Go on, run along." Brendan was quick to move. He had a feeling that he was going to be fucking the other object of his desires very shortly. He wondered what the two women would do when he was gone. But not for long. He was soon in the shower for the second time that morning. Jean stood looking down on her best friend. There was no-way that they would fall out over this. But she could give the impression that they could and maybe it could be even better than she hoped. Maybe, just maybe she could get her best friend as well as her son in her bed. She was pretty sure that Brendan wouldn't object to this. In fact she was sure he wouldn't. The only snag was the gorgeous woman laying on the bed next to her. "Listen honey, that's your son taking a shower before I take him over to my house, where I'm going to suck and fuck him all day. I've waited a long time for this. Now the way I see it, you can either get up, shower and carry on about your day and pretend that this never happened and that I'm not over the road giving your son the fuck of his life. And hope that he comes back wanting to have the occasional fuck with you, or, you can get up and shower and once you've given excuses to Samantha, you can come over and join us." At this, Rita's eyes opened. Did she just hear her right? Did Jean actually imply that she wanted to have sex with her as well as her son. How did she know? Did she suspect that she'd harboured secret fantasies for her? She thought that she'd been so clever and circumspect about her peeks. To be honest, it wasn't full blown lust, more of a hankering. A wonder, if you will. She looked back at her friend, even now when she was trying to be firm and to a certain degree, threatening, she still looked ravishing. Many Friday nights had they lain together on Jean's king-sized bed, men on top of them giving them what they been after all night. But, they never touched each other. Looks like that's about to change. Not a word had left Rita's mouth since they'd been discovered. Jean was still waiting for a response. Jean reached down and slowly ran a long nail up the bare thigh that was showing from beneath the sheet, up her mid-riff, around one naked boob, though a now cold puddle of cum that had gathered in her exposed throat, up over her chin and smeared her sons juice across Rita's full red lips. Jean then immediately bent down and kissed her friend full on the lips. Her tongue searching in her friends hot mouth. Although Rita never pulled away, she didn't particularly take part either. Jean pulled away and said, "I'll be going now, if you want us, you know where we are." Jean left the room, leaving Rita still on the bed, reflecting about how things were not even two hours ago. Life had been normal then. Just her, her two children and her best friend living across the road. Now, life would never be normal again. Her friend is about to take her first born and screw the living shit out of him. Something she'd forbidden before today. Now, she had no choice. He was old enough to do as he wished and she'd always known her son wanted very badly to fuck Jean. But what was she going to do? What would Brendan say when she arrived? She really didn't know. As these thoughts were going through her mind, she realised the she was gently stroking her pussy. Thoughts of her son and her best friend fucking was obviously turning her on. So much so that she was actually fingering her wet cunt. Knowing this made up her mind for her. The only thing was Samantha. She must never find out. It could destroy her and the family. Thoughts of Samantha spurred her into action. Here she was lying naked, in her sons bed, fingering her wet cunt, covered in her son drying jism, thinking about going across the road for a long threesome with her son and her best friend. Samantha couldn't find her this way. Rita flew out the bed, grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom. As she closed the door, she could hear Brendan and Jean leaving via the back door. Brendan followed a short distance behind Jean. Just so he could watch her butt in those tight shorts. Jean hadn't said a word since he'd found her in the kitchen. Just winked and crooked her finger and he'd followed her out the door. Thoughts of his mother intruded and he hoped that they hadn't fallen out with each other. He had to ask. "Jean?........" "Yes dear? "How was mum.... She ok?......... you didn't argue did you?" "Whoa..... Slow down..... Listen Brendan, me and your mum are best friends and we won't fall out over this. Ok? We just had a little chat." "Ok, fine..... But what about." By now their walking was taking them down Jean's garden path. She turns to look at him and can't help the quick glance down and sees his excited state even though he's showing concerns for his mother. "I think we'd better get inside before the neighbours spot that deadly weapon and you get arrested." Brendan looked down at himself and had to agree. Jean opened the back door and led her young stud inside. She watched him as he pushed the door closed behind him. He was so handsome and virile. A shame she hadn't let him fuck her before now. Well, she'd put that right soon. Maybe over the coming days, weeks, months, they could try to make up for lost time. "Well, how was mum?" Brendan asked. "Brendan. Your mum and me are best friends. Have been for many years and will be for many more. Just because I caught the pair of you fucking won't change that. But if you must know, I told her I was bringing you over here to suck and fuck you all day and that if she felt so inclined she could come and join us. Is that ok with you?............ would like to fuck us while we fuck each other?" He didn't need to answer. She could tell by the ever hardening bulge in his sweatpants that it was alright with him. Another give away was the glazed look in his eyes. He was sort of looking at her, but not. Jean walked towards him. She knew how he felt. She was feeling the same. Her nipples had never felt so hard. Brendan was unable to take his eyes off them. As she was braless her almost inch long nipples were trying to burst through the material. He couldn't believe this was finally going to happen. After all these years he was finally going to fuck the woman of his dreams. He felt, rather than saw, Jean's hand grasp his cock through his sweatpants. A groan escaped her lips as she squeezed him. Brendan's cock lurched, yearning for more contact. Brendan lowered his face and the two sex hungry, soon to be lovers met for their first tongue lashing kiss. The breath was sucked straight out of Brendan. Never before had a single kiss meant so much promise. As Jean's mouth clamped onto his, their tongues duelled in the middle. Her hand still clamped around his bone hard cock and her massive breasts squashed against his chest was sending him further into lust and want. He felt Jean's other hand grasp the back of his hair. He'd thought that she was going to pull him in tighter, but he was wrong. She pulled them apart instead. Jean looked down at her hand gripping her young neighbours cock. "Mmmmm....... Your so hard Brendan. Are you close baby?" "Fuck yeah..... I don't think I'm gonna last too long." Jean smiled to herself as she walked backwards pulling, by his prick, her young lover with her. She kept moving until she felt the bench seat hit the back of her legs. She lowed herself down so that she was sat level with Brendan's turgid tool. She quickly and deftly pulled on the strings to his sweatpants. Her long manicured nails gripped the waistband and pulled them over his cock and down his legs. She was now face to face with Brendan's amazingly hard cock. She grabbed it by the base and was more than gratified that she would be able to use two hands and the helmet and more would still be protruding from the top of her fist. "Your dick looks really hot and angry Brendan.... Would you like me to take the edge off for you.. I could suck you into my hot mouth and it could cool you off...... do you think you'd like that?" Jean said as she locked eyes with Brendan. "Jean..... I've beaten myself once this morning............ I've fucked my mum already this morning, but the sight of you and knowing what's going to happen is still making me hot....... What do think?" Jean had stopped listening by then. Her mouth was just about to envelope his red helmet. Brendan watched amazed as Jean's full red lips opened to let his hard-on into her salivating mouth. Brendan was no novice to blow jobs. He had had the pleasure of a woman's mouth on him many, many times. But this was something else. Nobody had ever taken him to this height before. Within a view moments his balls were churning and he was having to control, with all his will power, the urge to send a torrent of hot jism down Jean's throat. He had to keep his eyes closed. As yet he wasn't able to watch Jean using her mouth on him. If he had he would of lost all control. As it was, Jean had most of his prick in her mouth and throat, her left hand was churning his big balls, while her right was teasing his rectum. "Oh Christ................. Fuck yeah, ..... I'm gonna cum Jean." Brendan panted. He lowered his hands until they grasped Jean's short hair. He pulled Jean further onto his cock. His hips moved with her and he was able to face fuck her for less than a minute before he let loose his third cum of the day. Jean expertly swallowed load after load as it poured into her squeezing throat. "Oh god!!!...oh my fucking god!!!........... I have never been sucked like that before. Fucking hell." "You liked that uh?" Jean smirked. Although she knew what she was capable of, she was still a little smug that she was able to bring this hot stud off, even though he'd already shot his load twice already this morning. Jean stood up in front of Brendan. Her hands slipped beneath his t/shirt. And she ran her manicured nails across his six pack. "Now it's my turn. Why don't you run upstairs baby. I think we're about to have a visitor. We won't keep you long." Brendan looked out the window. Sure enough his mother was just crossing the road. Freshly washed and refreshed she looked amazing as the wind blew through her raven hair. "What do you think Brendan. Does she look good enough to eat?" "Fuck yeah. I've always known she was hot. No. I've always known you were both hot. I just didn't know how hot you both really were." "Well young Brendan, things are going to get a little hotter around here from now on. Quickly. Get upstairs. I need to speak to your mother alone. Don't worry she'll be fine." Brendan made his way to the stairs and looked back at Jean as she deftly undid her blouse buttons exposing herself to Rita as she walked through the door where Jean would be waiting for her. Rita had just left the shower when Samantha came back into the house. Quickly explaining to her that Brendan had gone out with some friends and that she was going over Jean's for chat and coffee, Rita slipped a t/shirt over her braless tit's, a short skirt over her knickerless pussy and customary heels on her dainty feet. A quick flash with her make up, as she never left the house without any and shouting to her daughter she made her way across the road. Towards her son and her best friend. She pondered how her life, in fact all their lives had changed in the space of a few hours. She felt her juices running down her thighs as she remembered how her own son had powered into her relentlessly, finally shooting his hot cum across her exposed body. She thought about how her friend had caught them and manipulated the situation to her own advantage. She remembered the new tingle in her battered cunt as her friends long fingers had grasped Brendan's still hard cock as she spoke to them. If only she had admitted her own cravings about Jean and her lust for her own son, they could have been having fun years ago. With hardened nipples and a pounding heart, Rita opened the back door. There stood her one true friend. Naked apart from black strappy four inch heels. Rita gazed into Jean's eyes, pushing the door closed behind her. She unashamedly dragged her lustful gaze down her friends body, who stood before her, showing Rita what she was shortly going to enjoy. Rita reached behind herself and threw the latch on the door. She then swung round to her friend and moved into her open arms. They kissed for the first time. A tongue searching kiss that took both women's breath away. Their equally massive bosoms were pressed against each other as both women tried to press themselves into each other. Reluctantly, Jean stopped kissing Rita long enough to say, "Your son's waiting upstairs for us, why don't we join him and make up for lost time?" Rita's hand came and caressed her friends face. "Mmmmm, yes, why don't we." Pine Tree Cresent Ch. 02 The last five years hadn't been easy for Sydney. With an infirm wife that needed practically all round care it wouldn't be. Not that he begrudged her that. It wasn't her fault. She'd been a good wife to him and so helping her in her needs wasn't a problem. The problem, if it is a problem, was that he is lonely. Sydney Thompson is sixty eight, his wife, Doreen, of forty five years is sixty six. They had had a great marriage until her illness. A sex life that would make even his horny neighbours sit up and take notice. She now wasn't able to give him any sexual satisfaction whatsoever and hadn't been able to for the last five years. He knows that he's being selfish sometimes, but all credit to him, he's never once voiced his selfish concerns to his poor wife, or to anybody else. They are his own thoughts. Everyday Sydney would rise at six. Prepare breakfast for himself and Doreen, shower and then give Doreen her bed bath. Once that was done and she'd had her required but useless medication the hours would become his. He used to sit and read to her, but that became futile as she was in some trance state most of the time. He would spend many hours sat at the front window, watching life carry on in the crescent as if nothing had changed. Of course it hadn't for them. It wasn't their wife laid in bed not able to do anything for themselves. Living next door to Rita didn't help. He'd spent many hours on many days waiting to get a glimpse of her. She never failed to boil his old blood. He had noticed though, over the past few months that she and that good looking boy of hers were spending a lot of time in Jean's house across the way. Always just them three. Never Samantha. Thoughts of Samantha gave Sydney's cock a lurch. He'd had the good fortune to spy on Samantha just yesterday. He'd been sat in his normal position and had seen Brendan cross over to Jean's. within minutes, Rita followed. Sydney was beginning to think something a little bit naughty was going on over there. Seconds later he heard music playing in the back yard. Knowing there was nothing more to see out front, Sydney scurried through the house to the kitchen window. The music was coming from next door. It had to be Samantha as Rita and Brendan had just gone over to Jean's. He was unable to see into the garden from this position and not knowing why, quickly decided that he'd better go upstairs into the guest room and see what was going on. He was glad he did. There, sat on a red blanket was the crescent's biggest cock-tease. She was wearing a white bikini that did nothing to hide her bulging tits that were threatening to catch up with her mothers. Sydney stood transfixed as the eighteen year old tease rubbed oil into her silky skin. The sex hungry old man couldn't help but get an erection as Samantha oiled her inner thighs. Sydney ogled as her slim fingers gently caressed the tops of her thighs. Her fingers softly touching the slim piece of material that was supposed to be covering her young pussy. He couldn't help himself. Without thinking he pulled the net curtain away from the window. His other hand stroked his hard cock through his trousers. He hadn't been with a woman for many years and the sight of this nymphet teasingly putting oil over her body was driving him crazy. Next door in the garden, Samantha was in a world of her own. She was thinking about her mother and Brendan. She wasn't blind or stupid. She could see the looks that passed between them. The occasional touches. Especially when they thought that she wasn't looking. It was so obvious that they were fucking each other. She smiled as she thought of Brendan's huge cock. She'd seen it many times and had often thought about taking it for herself. In time she thought. Then there was the disappearing act they pulled all the time. First one and then the other would go over to Jean's house. It so plainly obvious what was going on. Her nipples hardened as she thought of Jean fucking with her brother and mum. She'd often thought of herself getting her hands on Jean's big tits. One day she'll surprise her horny neighbour and knock on her door herself and see what happens. Her mind wandered into all things sexual as she poured oil onto her legs. She felt more than saw the net curtain move from next door. Over the top of her sun glasses she caught a glimpse of Sydney. He was watching her. Samantha smiled as she thought of him. He was a nice old man and was obviously sex starved as she often caught him watching her or mum and Jean. She knew that his poor wife wasn't able to help him in that way now so she didn't begrudge him his looking. This was the first time that she had been in this position though. She was in her element. There was nothing she liked better than being a tease. She loved the way men ogled her eighteen year old body. They all wanted a piece of her. Some actually got it. She wasn't an all out cock tease. If she set out to tease, eventually the teased got their way. She imagined Sydney next door, cock in hand. His old balls full of cum that hadn't been spent in years, watching from the upstairs window as she oiled her body. Inwardly, Samantha shrugged. Why the fuck not. Lets give the old man a little lift for the day. She reached behind her and unclipped the minuscule bikini top. Her fleshy orbs were free in the sunshine. Then making sure she was fully facing her neighbours window, Samantha poured an excessive amount of oil over them. More oil, meant more rubbing, which meant a longer pleasure for Sydney. She slowly, tantalisingly slowly rubbed the oil into her orbs, every so often tweaking her long nipples. She was enjoying herself immensely. Just knowing that she had a mans eyes glued to her while she performed a so-called innocent routine for him always gave her a thrill. She wondered how far to go. Did she dare reveal all her charms to her older neighbour. She knew she could. Her mother and brother would be across the road for hours yet. But no. not today. Sydney's mouth had dried up. He couldn't raise enough saliva to even swallow. His eyes were fixed on Samantha's amazing breasts. Oh what he'd give to have his hands on them for just one minute. He'd undone his shorts as soon as she'd removed her top. His cock was the hardest it's been for an age. Although he wasn't one to turn down Mrs palm and her five lovely daughters, it was never quite the same as pussy. Especially young eighteen year old pussy. He watched longingly as Samantha rubbed, no, caressed oil into her soft skin. It didn't go unnoticed by Sydney how she would keep pulling on her nipples. Eventually Samantha laid back on the blanket. Her knees raised and opened facing Sydney. Her hands stroked her inner thighs as she stared at the window behind her sunglasses. That was about all the old man could take. The longest rope of cum flew from his cock as he squeezed and pulled. It splattered against the window pane and it was followed quickly by another equally strong spurt. Sydney, grabbed the window sill for support as he felt his legs losing their strength. He leaned on the window for a minute to get his breathing back and steady his nerves. He couldn't believe what he had just done. It was like he'd been unfaithful. Of course he hadn't. he opened his eyes to see his cum sliding down the window. He quickly removed his vest and wiped it away. It wasn't until he'd finished that he looked down only to see Samantha getting up off the blanket, looking up to his window and gave a little finger wave. He waved back, but was mortified. Did she know what he'd just done? Would she tell? At no time did he even consider that what had happened had happened because she wanted it to. Sydney had hid himself away for the rest of the day. Thoughts of Samantha entering is head at will, causing him to get aroused at any given time. That night with thoughts of his young neighbour in his head he'd pulled himself off again. He had a hard time sleeping and had awaked early this morning. Thoughts of Samantha again caused him to become aroused even as he watched her mother crossing the road to Jean's. he needed to take his mind off things and decided once he'd checked on his poor wife he would do some gardening. The veggie patch needed a hoe through it. And it wasn't going to do itself. He went upstairs to Doreen's room. He knocked and entered. She was sleeping. This was no surprise. She spent most of her time sleeping nowadays. As her time got nearer, the more she slept. He looked down on her. She was still beautiful. He'd fallen for her the first time he'd laid eyes on her. She'd been as highly sexed as he was. He'd often looked down on her like this. Many times had he been tempted to take his marital rights. But when it came down to it, he just couldn't do it. She'd been a perfect wife and mother and he would do everything in his power to make sure that she would keep as much of her dignity as was humanly possible. His cock was stirring again as he thought about the life that they had and thoughts of the teenage temptress next door were threatening to over take his sanity. He bent down and kissed his wife on the forehead. Whispering that he loved her, he left the room. Once he'd donned an old pair of boots, Sydney went out into the garden. He'd been toiling for twenty minutes when he suddenly felt that he wasn't alone. He looked up and down the garden. He didn't see anyone. He moved across the garden so he could look down the side of the house and still saw no-one. It wasn't until he went back to his work that he heard a cough. He looked up towards the sound and there leaning across the fence was Samantha. His cock involuntary leapt in his shorts. All thoughts ran through his head. Mostly about how this young girl had invaded his thoughts for the last twenty four hours. He finally found his voice. "G..g...g.. good morning Samantha." he stammered. "Hi Mr Thompson. You ok?" she all but purred. Just the sound of her voice was sending him signals he didn't know how to deal with. He bent down to carry on with the hoeing. In actual fact, he was trying to hide his embarrassment that was trying to balloon out his work jeans. "I'm fine thank you Samantha. ... why's a young girl like you doing home on a nice day like today?" "Oh well you know Mr Thompson, it's not as nice as yesterday. If it had of been I'd of been laid out in the garden. You know, catching some rays topping up my tan." Sydney chanced a look in her direction. Had he been mistaken or had he detected a tease in her voice when she spoke about sun-bathing yesterday. Surely she couldn't of seen him. She could only of seen him cleaning the window and everybody does that. No, it was just his mind. He brought his hand up and wiped his brow. It wasn't just the heat that was causing him to perspire profusely. In his heart he wanted to tell Samantha to go away. She was a big distraction. But his head wouldn't respond to his heart. "You look really hot there Mr Thompson. Tell you what, I'm not busy, why don't I come round and give you a hand?" "No Samantha. I'm ok.. Really. I'm used to this. I've always done it alone." Sydney rushed the words out. Panic set in. Samantha was already walking down the garden. Shouting over her shoulder that it was no problem and that she really wanted to help. Before he could say another word, he heard the latch open on his back gate. As he looked on his mouth suddenly filled with a copious amount of saliva. Samantha was wearing a white halter top that just about managed to contain her firm big tits. This was tied at the bottom, just above her belly button. Looking past her flat stomach she was wearing the tightest pair of black short cycling shorts that he'd ever seen. They were so tight that nothing was left to the imagination. He couldn't help but notice that the crutch had been sucked into her vulva. It was like she was naked. "Hey Mr Thompson, you have any gloves I can use. I've just had my nails done yesterday and I don't want to spoil them after one day." Samantha had noticed the old man eyeing up her body. He couldn't help himself. She wondered if she could go through with her plan. She'd enjoyed teasing him yesterday. The more she thought about him pulling himself off as he looked at her, the more she'd felt sorry for him. It must be awful being sexually frustrated and not being able to do anything about it. She resolved that she was going to help him. Sydney was slow to answer. His tongue thick in his mouth. "Tell you what, I'll just look in the shed. Shall I?" Sydney watched her tight buns as she walked back to the shed. Samantha knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes burning into her butt. She entered the shed and saw immediately what she needed. Without a moment thought she picked up a garden fork and slung it into other gardening tools. Sydney heard the crash and was running before the sound had died away. By the time he entered the shed Samantha was laid on the floor, with the fork laid beside her. In her hands she nursed an ankle and was moaning gently. Sydney rushed into the shed as he heard the girl groan. All thoughts of his erection gone. But not by Samantha. She saw it as soon as he came in. it actually stopped her dead. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. It can't be real. She'd never seen anything like it before. Not on a man. And she'd seen plenty of men's cocks before. But, if what her mind was telling was true, this was insane. He was an old man. But his cock was enormous. Sydney moved towards her. "Are you ok Samantha?............ here, let me give you a hand." Samantha remembered to groan again as the old man pulled her to her feet. Samantha being Samantha expertly manoeuvred herself as he pulled until by the time that she was on her feet she could stumble back into him. It was with pleasure that she felt Sydney's hard-on press into her butt. He wasn't fast enough to pull away and Samantha was quick to take advantage. "Why Mr Thompson, you are pleased to see me, aren't you?" she said as she turned around and stared directly at his throbbing tool. Sydney was mortified. "I'm so sorry Samantha...... I .......I.... I don't know what's come over me." "Hey, don't worry Mr T, I'm thrilled that you like me. What the hell have you got in there anyway." she said reaching for him. "Let me see." Sydney was torn. He fleetingly thought of his poor wife but still couldn't drag his eyes away from the girls heaving tits. "I'll tell you what....... I'll show you my big tits, but then you've got to show me that big cock. Deal?" As she said this, both hands came up and gently squeezed her two melons right in front of him. Poor Sydney was beginning to feel that he'd been set up. But he was also feeling other things. Most of all, he was feeling his resistance slipping. He was mesmerised as he focused on the young girl in front of him as she lovingly squeezed and teased her young succulent tits, whilst she stared at her, for want of a better word, victim. Sydney knew in his head that he should be, at the least, be shaking his head. He knew he should be turning around and walking back to the safety of the house and his wife. But as he watched this young girl in front of him, he was like a rabbit caught in headlights. He was going nowhere. It had been too long. For the first time in many years, his cock was doing the talking, and winning. Unable to speak without tripping over his dried up tongue, he nodded. "Good choice Mr T." Samantha lifted her hands behind her head and pulled at the tie. The old man watched and waited. All being said and done this was like a dream come true. He tore his eyes away from Samantha's and focused on her covered breasts. He knew what he was going to see. He'd only seen them yesterday. But this close they would be magnificent. "Do you promise Mr Thompson?........... will you keep your word and show me that big... hard.... cock?" Samantha smiled as Sydney nodded dumbly whilst staring at her tits. Without any grandstanding, Samantha pulled her top down. The old man gulped and dry swallowed and then did it again. Never before had he seen tits like these. They were truly gorgeous. They were so young they didn't sag, were totally blemish free and to cap it all off, they sported a pair of hardened nipples that had to be half an inch long. His cock had gone crow bar hard and it hadn't gone unnoticed by Samantha. "You like my tits Mr Thompson?" she purred as she watched his cock bulge throb in front of her. She couldn't wait anymore, she had to see it and see it now. "Come on Mr T, you promised. Get it out for me." Sydney was like an automaton. Unable to drag his eyes away from those huge tits, he started fumbling with his gloves. Samantha, being eighteen and impatient, reached forward to hurry things along. "Here, let me help. You just concentrate on the gloves." As if she had done this many times, in seconds she had his belt, button and zip undone. She pulled his jeans down. She was mildly surprised to see he was wearing boxer shorts. Not what she imagined. She'd expected an old man like him to be wearing Y-fronts. Breathing as heavy as Sydney now, her excitement reaching new heights she stared at the log that was forcing his underwear to tent out obscenely. As she looked down his legs, she was shocked to see his helmet, big and wet protruding from the leg of his boxers. Her young mouth watered as she saw a fat blob of pre-cum drip onto the floor. "Fucking hell Mr Thompson, that's not a cock, it's a junior baseball bat. It's fucking huge." Without anymore ado, she slipped her slim fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down his legs. His cock sprang upright, hitting the sex siren in the cheek. She leant back and took stock. It had to be at least ten inches long with fat pulsing veins all along it's length. As fat as a coke can and she doubted whether she was going to be able to even get his angry wet helmet in her more than willing mouth. She was sure going to try though. Sydney was slowly getting his senses back. He heard what she'd said about his cock and although he was sixty eight, he wasn't adverse to feeling proud. He looked down at himself, he had to admit, his tool had never been so big and hard. Samantha tore her eyes away from the twitching cock in front of her face. Standing up, she swept her arm across the work bench. She motioned for the old man to sit himself down. He complied. Willingly. All thoughts of his wife gone for now. He couldn't wait to see where this was going. Once sat on the bench, he looked at Samantha, who was staring at his cock whilst playing with her tits. She did this for many minutes before she finally spoke. "You know Mr Thompson, I had every intention of coming over here today and giving you a hand job. But after seeing that big fat prick, my only regret is that I'm on my monthlies. But, I still have these huge tits you keep ogling and my wet mouth to use on you. Would you like that?" Sydney, at last found his voice. With a small groan he said, "More than anything." Samantha smiled. She had never been turned down before and she hadn't expected Mr Thompson to either. Her average lovers were normally in the early thirties. She tired of boys her own age as they were so lousy lovers. So excited about getting in her knickers that they would lose all control and cum before she had any real enjoyment. When men hit thirty, it seemed to her that they gained more control and wanted it to last. This was better for her. At sixty eight, Sydney was by far the oldest man she'd ever been with. But, by the size of this piece of man meat in front of her, she would definitely be looking for more men like him. Like her mother, Samantha adored sex. Had known this before she reached puberty. Had listened often, when her father was home, at the love making going on behind closed doors. By fourteen, she taken to spying on her brother as he'd brought his then girlfriend home and taken her on the sofa when he thought it was safe and Samantha was asleep. She'd lost count of the times that she had fingered her pussy as Brendan fucked some slut in their front room. It was because of him that she developed her love of cock. Pine Tree Cresent Ch. 02 Samantha eased forward. Sydney's cock was twitching wildly. Pre-cum bubbling freely from it's opened eye. The sexy teen ran both her hands along it's length making sure it was absolutely saturated with his excrement. Once accomplished, Samantha eased her two orbs apart and enveloped Sydney's huge cock between them. Pushing her tits firmly together, Samantha slowly raised her torso until Sydney's helmet disappeared from view. Lowering herself, equally slowly until it reappeared. Each time it did appear, more oozing pre-cum would be laying between her mammoth breasts. "Mmmmm........ I'm loving this Mr T....... would you like me to use my mouth on you now?.... Would you?........... I think you would. ...... your cocks so fucking fat Mr T, I don't think I'll be able to get my mouth over it. ... would you like me to try?" Sydney was laid back on his elbows as he watched, unbelievably, as the sexy teenager used her fleshy tits on his big old cock. He was beyond his wildest dreams and didn't hesitate as he said, "Oh god, yes please Samantha." Sydney's bum involuntary lifted off the work bench as he watched the teasing slut lower her hot mouth to his fat wet cock. A groan left his throat as she sucked the dribble pouring from his cock eye. Her left hand squeezed and manipulated his big hairy balls, whilst her right held the base of his full raging hard-on. He rested on his elbows as Samantha, with experience beyond her years, handled his cock like a fifty year old whore. She knew what men liked and had no qualms about doing it. She ran her teeth up and down his rod, each time she reached the base she would suck one of his hairy balls into her mouth. Sucked it gently before running her teeth back up to the helmet. His cock swelled to what seemed to him, impossible proportions. Samantha's fist flew up and down his entire length. She knew he was close and did everything she could to bring it on. There was nothing she liked better than to watch men cum. Especially when she'd caused it. And she was definitely causing this. "Do you want to cum Mr T?........ would you like to cum over my tits?........... In my mouth?....... Over my face?..... Tell me Mr T." Poor Sydney couldn't answer. His full attention was on the little fist that was moving at an alarming rate, up and down his dick. Samantha hadn't expected him to answer. She knew he wasn't the type. She could feel his balls churning in their sack and she squeezed him gently. She looked up into his eyes, and licked her lips. With a roar, Sydney couldn't take anymore. The sight of this teenage siren, with her fist wrapped around his cock, making him feel things he'd never experienced before was just too much. Before he could give her any warning, a rope of cum hit Samantha in the face. From her chin to her eye. Samantha didn't miss a stroke and was rewarded by another blast across her tits. And still she kept pumping all the while talking to Sydney. "So much cum Mr Thompson....... All for me......... I've never seen so much cum before." This was in fact a lie. A harmless one, but still a lie. She'd watched her brother last year when he'd been fucking Sally what's-her-name on the sofa and he'd pulled out at the final stroke and ejaculated all over Sally's naked body. Sally, had rubbed the copious amount of Brendan's jism into her body. It had taken for ever. Samantha had cum on the spot with her fingers deep inside her quivering hot cunt. That was then. Mr T came a close second. Even now as she slowed her stroking, his cock was still throbbing and flowing hot jism over her fingers. Minutes later, Samantha was stood in front of Sydney. His cock lay semi soft along his thigh. It was still impressive, even now. She lovingly ran her nails along it and said, "I'll be back in a few days Mr Thompson, and I want you to shove the fat prick in my wet cunt. Could you do that for me?............ if I come round in a little mini skirt, will you lift it and bend me over and fuck me silly?" Sydney nodded. She didn't need to ask. He was hers for the taking. Tying her top back around her neck, covering her expansive tits, she bent down and kissed Mr T's limp cock. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the shed. Leaving a shaking old man, trouserless, lying on his workbench. As Samantha left the shed and walked the garden path, she failed to see Brian, Sydney's younger brother standing in Sydney's kitchen. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they'd been up to. Brian smiled to himself. This could be very interesting.