“The biggest!” Jerry moaned, pushing at her blonde head, urging her mouth back around his cock. “Suck my cock and I’ll come so much for you, Susan!”
Marcy, her mouth tilled with her son’s balls, could see Susan’s lips stretch about his cock, taking his full cock-length into her hot mouth. Susan’s lips brushed at Marcy’s as they came down. Marcy and Susan moaned softly as they both sucked on Jerry.
Marcy slipped her hand to her son’s ass, squeezing an asscheek. She felt Susan’s hand on her other asscheek, and pulling hungrily on his balls, she wiggled a finger into the crack of his ass. Susan, feeling what Marcy was doing, spread Jerry’s ass open. She lifted her mouth, looking hotly down into Marcy’s glowing eyes.
“Does Jerry like a finger up his ass, too?”
“Mmmmm,” Marcy moaned, not wanting to turn her son’s hot balls loose to reply.
“Yeah!” Jerry gasped, feeling his mother’s finger slip into his asshole.
“Wonderful!” Susan squealed. “Then I can tongue fuck you in your little ass, too?”
“I wanna blowjob now!” Jerry yelped. “You can stick your tongue up my asshole later, Susan. Come on, sick my cock now!”
Susan made a soft sound of pleasure as she closed her lips about his cock again, her lovely blonde head bobbing up and down. She watched Marcy sucking his balls, and Marcy watched her sucking his cock. Marcy pushed her finger deep into her son’s asshole, twisting her naked ass on the bed, Susan sucked hotly, her lips tight, her tongue fucking.
Jerry had one hand on the top of his stepmother’s head, the other behind his ass and squeezing at his mother’s naked tit. His balls were full again, and his mother sucked them very hard.
“This won’t last long!” Jerry moaned. “Ohhhh, suck me, both of you!”
The words boiled out of Jerry’s tight throat. The discharge of his cock suddenly spurted into his stepmother’s mouth.
Susan made wet, gulping sounds, but creamy fuckjuice seeped from her tight lips, running down the shaft of his cock to his balls. With a squeal, Marcy pulled her mouth off his balls and began to lick up the comejuice escaping Susan’s gulping mouth.
“Ohhhh, shit, shit!” Jerry cried out, coming hard, spraying down his stepmother’s throat.
Susan swallowed all she could…
Marcy licked up what dripped away…
And then Jerry slumped back, breathing very hard, his face glowing as he grinned at them.
“This is the best trip I’ve ever had!” he said. “If I wasn’t so fucking hot to have you fuck my cunt,” Susan said, “I’d say we should get some rest. Remember the amusement park?”
“Fuck the amusement park!” Jerry shouted. “Oh, no, baby!” his mother giggled. “Fuck me and your stepmother, instead!”
Both Marcy and Susan pulled Jerry down between them, kissing at him hotly, their hands all over his crotch and ass.
“Fuck us, fuck us sore!” Susan said.
“He will!” Marcy laughed. “Oh, yes, our son will fuck us sore!”
And Jerry tried…
THE END
AB-5527 MAKE ROOM FOR MOTHER
FOREWORD
Most of us lead two lives — real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies — wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies — and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
MAKE ROOM FOR MOTHER — a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Laura opened her legs a little more.
The sun coming in through the window was hot on her thighs, on the tight crotch of her bikini panties. The heat was nice; it made her cunt feel very good.
She lay sprawled across her couch, one arm resting lightly on her stomach, the other above her head. Her eyes were closed, and she felt drowsy. The fantasies kept whirling through her mind, becoming more and more erotic, more impossible. It amused her to imagine such crazy things, such painful and absolutely impossible positions her body could be twisted into, all of them lewd, very lewd.
Laura was a lewd person.
Laura was a wanton person.
Laura wanted to fuck.
Laura did fuck, but it was all in her mind. In her mind, using her wicked imagination, everything imaginable was done to her, to her body, and she did everything to her dream partners. In her fantasies, she could hold and stroke and caress a big cock, toy with hot, full balls. She could lick at them, kiss them, taste them. In her mind, she could do anything she wanted to do. No body knew about it but her. And it was so much fun.
The moist heat of her cunt excited her. She loved it when her clit knotted and swelled and pulsated so deliciously. Sometimes she could come in her fantasies, and then come for real.
She liked her fantasies because in them she could do anything she wanted to do, anything at all. She could be depraved, get wild, used and abused and use and abuse. But Laura didn’t like those words, used and abused. In her way of thinking, she couldn’t be used or abused by a person with a lovely, long, thick, very hard cock. She could only enjoy, enjoy to the fullest.
She didn’t understand women that felt abused when a man fucked them. She didn’t understand how a woman could feel abused if the man with that hard cock shoved it down her throat, or even into her ass. She didn’t find anything abusive about a hard cock penetrating her body, no matter where it penetrated.
To her, that was ecstasy, not abuse.
But Laura was a wanton in her mind only. She had very little experience to go by. She had never been fucked in all those wet, hot places she imagined getting fucked in. Only her cunt, only her pussy, her twat.
Twat… such a silly word, she thought, but exciting to whisper or think about.
She wondered where such words came from, especially cunt. She couldn’t associate the word cunt with her pussy. Pussy sounded pretty good to her. It reminded her of a kitten, a soft, furry kitten. Her cunt was soft, and it was furry, just like a kitten. Pussy was a very good word for it, but not as exciting as the word cunt.
And cock… another stupid word. Cock made her think of a farm, with a strutting rooster in a hen house. Maybe that was it, a cock, a strutting cock, lifted upward, hard, proud. Prick made a little sense to her. Prick her cunt like pricking her flesh with a needle. Still, it wasn’t as exciting as cock. Cock and cunt, two very exciting words to her.
Fuck was another word she loved. If it was said in her hearing, there was an immediate response between her thighs. She didn’t know why, but if she heard the word fuck, she became wet there, and would tingle nicely.
Asshole she could understand. There was a bole there, right between the cheeks of her ass, so asshole made sense.
But blowjob?
Why was it called a blowjob when no one really blew? Cocksucking was much more descriptive. After all, a girl sucked the cock, not blew on it.
Tits… breasts… tits.
Her hand moved up her stomach until she palmed one of her own tits. Her tit was firm, rounded, with a pink nipple that hardened just from the things that went on inside her mind. She fondled her tit through the thin, summer sweater, feeling her nipple pulsate against her hand. She liked to feel her tits, just as she liked to stroke and gently caress her pussy.
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As the hot sun increased the sweet heat on the crotch of her panties, she dropped one foot over the edge of the couch and to the floor. The other leg she bent at the knee, letting it rest on the back of the couch. The sun was full on her pussy now, and that felt even better. She lifted her sweater beneath her tits and slipped her hand beneath it, cupping her tit that way.
Laura felt very wicked, playing with herself like this, especially in the living room. She loved to feel wicked.
Laura had grown up in a home filled with no-no’s. Her parents had been extremely restrictive, refusing to let her date even in high school. Sex was never mentioned, not under any circumstances. It was nasty, something best never thought about.
She had been caught doing those nasty things to her body, and had been whipped cruelly by her father. How could anything that felt so good be nasty? Ice cream tasted good, but no one called it nasty. Her cunt felt good, but it was nasty. It was all very confusing to her, then. It still was, to some degree.
Then she married after high school, and her body was ready for it.
Her mind was ready for it.
And she didn’t get it.
Her husband wasn’t interested in her delicious, succulent body. He thought fucking her once a month was enough. But Laura’s body, her cunt, cried out for hard cock, demanding to be fucked.
Her husband, like her father before, thought she was nasty. He didn’t say nasty, but said she was a nymphomaniac. Laura didn’t know what a nymphomaniac was, and looked it up. That puzzled her even more. Her desires didn’t fit the criteria of nymphomania. Laura had orgasms, and everything she read about that strange word indicated there was no orgasm involved, but a desperate search for it. Her husband also said she was sex crazy, that she had nothing but sex on her mind.
That much was true; she definitely had sex on her mind, all the time, day and night. But it wasn’t nasty. It couldn’t be nasty — it felt much too good to be nasty.
Now Laura didn’t have a husband.
He became tired of living with a woman that made such perverted demands as wanting to be fucked. He left her, with her son, the house, a car, and a comfortable bank account. She didn’t know where he was and couldn’t care less. He had been no good to her when married to him, and certainly no good now.
Her freedom had given her the excuse to experience those wild things in her mind, but Laura couldn’t bring herself to do so. She was shy, very naive, almost afraid of men. They strutted around and fucked everything, she had observed, but if a woman did the same thing, the man quickly discarded her as a slut, a whore, a nasty person.
She giggled.
Her parents had been shocked when her little brother had suddenly arrived about nineteen years ago. They had been finished with having and raising a child. Laura was the only one they planned to have, and then there was Jason, abruptly. Laura giggled as she thought of her restrictive mother and father fucking. She had never been sure they fucked at all, but she and her young brother were evidence that they had fucked at least two times in their miserable lives.
Jason, her brother, was only a year older than her own son, Sammy.
And since her parents lived within walking distance from her house, the two boys had been very good friends from the beginning.
Maybe her parents didn’t pay as much attention to Jason as they had her, because Jason had so much more freedom then she had enjoyed. Jason was a nasty boy, too. Laura had heard him using those exciting words with her son. She had said nothing to her brother about it, nor to Sammy. If those words excited her, then they must excite the boys, she felt. She was not going to be like her mother and father. She allowed Sammy to enjoy himself, and if that meant he played with his cock, good for him!
She ran her other hand down her stomach, and lightly rested her palm on her panties. She could feel the soft hair under the satiny panties. She could use her fingers, she thought lazily. She could put her hand inside her panties and touch herself, caress her pussy, her cunt. It always felt good when she did that. She could put a finger inside and feel how smooth and slippery and hot it was, and maybe she could work it back and forth a little, pretend it was a cock, and give herself a nice orgasm.
She was starting to slip her fingers inside the elastic waist of her panties when the door opened, and Sammy came into the house. He was not alone, but her brother, Jason, was with him.
Laura’s eyes had been closed, and she kept them closed. Her son and brother had almost caught her playing with her cunt. She felt a flush creep over her unblemished flesh. There was nothing she could do now; her fingers were halfway inside her panties, her skirt drawn past them. She could feel the soft curls of her pussyhair on the tips of her fingers. She didn’t feel embarrassed about being caught, but she did feel very shy, bashful.
She didn’t want her son and brother to see that she was awake, doing this to her. She pretended to be sleeping, knowing they were looking at her.
Slitting her eyes, she peeked.
Sammy’s young eyes were huge, shining brightly, standing next to Jason who was grinning from ear to ear as he, too, looked at her exposure.
“Nice, huh?” she heard her brother whisper. “That’s very nice, I’d say.”
“Yeah!” She heard her son gulp. “Mom sure is pretty.”
“Beautiful, I’d say,” her brother said. “Look at her hand. It’s in her panties. I bet she was playing with her cunt.”
“Aw, Mom wouldn’t play with her pussy!”
“She wouldn’t?” Jason snorted.
“You play with your cock, don’t you? What makes you think a girl don’t play with her cunt?”
“Girls are different,” she heard Sammy say, his voice very low.
“Sure they’re different, Sammy,” Jason said. “They’ve got cunts, not cocks. Look, she’s holding her tit, top.”
Laura tried not to look down at their crotches, but her eyes moved down anyway. She almost gasped out loud. Both her son and brother had a hard-on! She could see those cocks pushing against their jeans. She swallowed with excitement, trying to be very quiet. She felt a ripple move over her flesh and was afraid she was going to come. If she came, there was no way she could prevent the tremors from being noticed by them.
“She gives me a hard-on,” Jason said, rubbing at his cock.
“Me, too!” Sammy grunted.
“I bet she’ll fuck,” Jason whispered.
“Not my Mom,” Sammy said. “Moms don’t fuck.”
“You’re kinda stupid; you know that, Sammy?”
“Come on, Jason,” Sammy said. “Maybe some of the girls at school fuck. I’ve heard stories about some of them, but my Mom wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“She’s a girl, ain’t she?” Jason said. “All girls fuck. You work them just right, any girl will fuck.”
“How do you know that?” Sammy said, his eyes burning on his mother’s pantied crotch. “You ain’t never fucked one.”
“I know,” Jason said, and let it go at that. “I sure wouldn’t mind fucking my sister, that’s for sure.”
“You can’t fuck my mom!” Sammy said.
“I would if she let me.” Jason moaned and pressed hard at his cock. “So would you. A guy gets a hard-on, and the girl is willing, man, you’re gonna fuck her, even if it is your mom.”
“I’ve got a hard-on, that’s for sure,” Laura heard her son say.
“Me, too,” Jason groaned, “and if I don’t do something about it, I’m gonna come off in my fucking pants.”
Laura felt disappointed as they left her on the couch.
She had enjoyed them looking at her this way. Her body vibrated with a strange, but ever so delicious, feeling. Her cunt felt very wet, wetter than ever in her young life. She felt her nipple burning into her palm, and her clit seemed ready to burst, it was so hard and swollen.
She felt wicked, very wicked.
And so did her son and brother, if the size of their cocks was any indication. She felt pleased that it was he
r body that gave her son and brother such big hardons.
Alone again, she lifted her head and looked down at her body. She saw her long, silky thighs fully exposed, her panties, with her fingers just inside the waistband. That was what her son and brother had seen, and a shiver of delight went through her.
She had made her son and brother excited, made their cocks so very hard, and all they had done was see her exposed like this. She wondered what would have happened if she had her finger inside her cunt when they came in, or her panties off, her pussy on lewd display to them pulling their young cocks out, and gushing that creamy sweetness over her thighs.
Her hand pushed deeper into her panties until she could rub along the sides of her inflamed clit. Her hips twisted gently as the sensations burned through her pussy.
Her husband had pulled his cock from her once when they were fucking, and come on her thighs. He thought that that had been disgusting, but Laura had loved the hot, slippery wetness on her flesh. She didn’t see anything disgusting about comejuice. She would have loved it if her husband had come on her tits, in her face, even.
She hoped her son and brother were playing with their cocks now. She hoped seeing her had excited them so much that they would go jack off and come.
Moving her finger downward, she stroked the fiery wetness of her pussylips, then gently eased her finger inside. A sigh came from her as she penetrated her pussy. That initial penetrating always felt so very good, and sometimes she would come right away, before she began to fuck her finger in and out. It was strange that she had never come when her husband fucked her once a month. She would come very close to it, but before it happened, he was finished and in the shower, washing away the fluids and scent of her juicy body.
Thinking of her son and brother watching her, Laura increased the plunging of her finger. Her hips lifted slightly, the heel of her hand pressing against her distended clit. Alone now, she made soft whimpering noises as her ecstasy bubbled hotter inside her cunt. She wanted to tear her panties off, rip them from her hips, and brutally fuck her cunt with all four of her fingers. But she was afraid her son and brother would come back, see her panties hanging in shreds, vigorously fucking herself like some demented, sex-crazed whore.
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