Gang bang mom

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ken began having trouble at school. His exam grades were falling. At first Brenda thought it would pass, but instead of passing it got worse. She talked to the boy about it and he said maybe he needed some help with a few things. The problem was the teachers were always busy and he couldn't get a teacher to give any kind of help that meant anything. He promised her he would spend more time in the evening studying.

Brenda felt guilty. Maybe all the fucking they'd been doing was taking its toll on the boy. Maybe all the sex was harming him.

One afternoon she was downtown in a department store, and as she was about to leave she saw someone she thought she recognized.

Yes, she did know him. It was Mr. Haverkamp, the high school principal.

He was buying something at a ladies underwear counter. Brenda was amused and wondered if it was for his wife.

Haverkamp received his package and turned toward Brenda and their eyes met. He looked her up and down, his glance hesitating on the swell of her tits, and then he smiled.

Brenda had a sudden inspiration. She smiled back at him and said, "It's nice to shop when the store is empty, isn't it?"

They started talking. She made a pretense of buying some nylons and soon she was asking his advice about the various shades and about whether pantyhose were really going out of style.

He was very much a gentleman, polite and easygoing, and fifteen minutes after they met he invited her to have a drink with him in a nearby cocktail lounge.

Brenda, of course, agreed. Having a drink with him was her plan all along. She wondered why the hell the principal of the high school wasn't back in his office doing whatever principals do, but as long as he was here she had an idea she might be able to help Ken.

Inside the cocktail lounge they sat beside each other in a dark booth. They had one drink and then two drinks and then they were flirting openly with each other.

When the third drink arrived, he had his arm pushing against her tit and she had her hand on his thigh.

His first name was Arthur and he readily admitted he was married. But he said nothing about being the high school principal and Brenda said nothing about Ken being one of his students.

It took some time for him to get around to the main point, but finally he said, "This place is a little stuffy, don't you think? We could find something better than this."

"Like where?" Brenda said. She was feeling the alcohol and her fingers gripped his thigh as she tried to steady herself.

"Well… What about a hotel?"

Brenda giggled. "That means hanky-panky."

He giggled back at her. "I certainly hope so."

She left the cocktail lounge hanging on his arm.

The fresh air outside cleared her head a bit and she deliberately leaned her body against his as they walked to her car. He said he had his car in a mechanic's place, but she thought maybe he was worried she would find out who he was.

Inside the car it was his turn to put a hand on her thigh. He kept the hand there as she drove to a motel down the road. By the time he came out of the motel office with a room-key, her head was completely clear and her pussy completely wet.

Haverkamp hurried her into a room and locked the door and closed the blinds and turned and smiled at her.

"Well, here we are," he said. "How about a little kiss?"

She stepped forward into his arms and in a moment their tongues were tangled.

She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly. Sliding her hand between their bodies, she ran her fingertips over the outline of his cock and pinched his cockhead.

Haverkamp groaned under her lips.

She found his zipper and pulled it down. Sliding her hand inside his pants, she brought his cock out and stroked his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead.

When they finally broke the kiss, she looked down at his cock and smiled at the way his pisshole was dripping juice on her wrist.

"What have we here?" she said. "It looks to me like the cannon is almost ready to go off."

She slipped her hand inside his pants again and pulled his balls out. She stepped back to look at him, her eyes hot as she gazed at the way the meat of his cock and balls dangled out of his fly.

Haverkamp turned boyish. His aggressiveness was gone. Her bold approach had completely subdued him.

"Show me what's in that package," she said.

"What?"

"You bought something in the store."

"It's a garter belt for my wife."

"Something sexy?"

"Yes."

"You naughty boy! Let me see."

He reluctantly opened the package and handed her a black lace garter belt. His cock and balls were still hanging out of his fly and each time they jiggled around her pussy twitched in response.

She held the garter belt against her waist and smiled at him. "I'll try it on. I'll model it for you and you'll get a chance to see what it looks like. You just sit over there and wait for me."

His face flushed, his cock still dripping, Haverkamp sat down.

Brenda vanished into the bathroom and five minutes later she reappeared wearing nothing but the garter belt and her nylons and her sling-back four-inch heels.

A great sigh of pleasure escaped Haverkamp's chest as he looked at her.

She pranced around the room, posing for him, her hands cupped under her big tits and her fingers rolling her fat nipples.

Her pussy was swollen and wet and beads of cuntjuice glistened on the cunthairs covering her cuntlips.

Haverkamp held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other hand as he gazed at her. He slowly stroked his prick as she wiggled in front of him.

She smiled down at him and said, "Let me have a taste of that."

He opened his legs as she slid down to her knees in front of him. Pushing his hands away, she fingered his bloated balls and cockshaft and sucked his cockhead into her wet mouth.

Haverkamp closed his eyes and groaned.

She sucked his meaty prick. His cockhead was tasty. He had lots of foreskin and she liked the way it pressed against her lips as she sucked his leaking knob.

She did not want him to come in her mouth. Dropping his prick from her lips, she rose up and posed for him again. When she turned her back to him and looked at him over her shoulder, she saw the intense glitter in his eyes as he gazed at her ass.

"Like my ass?"

He made a croaking sound. "Yes."

"Are you an ass man?"

"That's right."

"Mmmmmm, I love it when a man pays attention to my ass. Would you like to kiss it?"

Backing up, she leaned forward and presented her ass to his face. Haverkamp ran his hands over her hips, stroking her skin from the garter belt down to the tops of her nylons, and then he nuzzled his face into the crack of her ass.

He sniffed and kissed her creamy asscheeks. His tongue came out of his mouth and he licked up and down her asscrack.

Brenda giggled, straightened up and turned around. "Now my pussy," she said. "We don't want to ignore it, do we?"

She pushed her crotch forward and Haverkamp buried his mouth in her cuntbush.

He was good. She stood there with her legs apart, gazing down between her tits at his mouth working in her crotch. Using both hands, she peeled her cuntlips apart to give him the bare meat of her pussy.

She let him suck and lick her dripping cunt awhile, and then she pulled away and went to the bed.

She knew how to get him crazy.

Kneeling on the bed with her ass facing him, she reached back and pulled her asscheeks apart to show him what she had.

Haverkamp made a gurgling sound and quickly stripped his clothes off.

He climbed onto the bed behind her and swooped down to kiss her ass.

He licked and nibbled her asscheeks and then once again his tongue was inside her asscrack.

This time he zeroed in on her asshole. She pushed back, pressing her ass against his face, opening her bunghole to let his wet tongue slither inside.

He stroked his tongue in and out of her brownie, his hands squeezing and mauling her asscheeks.

Finally pulling his mouth away from her bunghole, he told her he wanted to fuck her ass.

Brenda refused. She wanted him hanging like a fish on a hook. "We'll do that next time," she said. "Right now I want it in my pussy. Put it in me, honey. Fuck my pussy with that big cannon."

He pinched her ass and leaned over to grab her tits and then he fisted his cock and pushed his swollen cockhead inside her cunthole. With a grunt of satisfaction he rammed his hips forward and buried his prick in her steaming cunt.

It was a strong and lusty fuck, and when he finally came the feel of his hot jism gushing inside her cunt-channel brought her off.

They lay on the bed side by side after he pulled out of her.

He talked about himself and about his wife and hinted around, and Brenda finally pushed him into revealing a surprise.

Haverkamp told her that he and his wife were swingers and he invited her to come home with him.

"You mean for a threesome?"

"That's right," he said. "I think you'll like my wife."

"I'm sure I would. But how about if I bring a friend along? I think four can be more fun than three, don't you?"

"Well…"

"He's young. Does your wife go for the young ones?"

"Sometimes."

"You think your, uh, wife would be interested?"

"I know it. Come on over this evening at about nine o'clock. How's that?"

"Sounds fine. Now let's see if we can get you hard again so you can fuck me one more time."

She moved her head down to his crotch and began kissing and licking his soft prick. His cockhead was completely covered by his foreskin now, and she gently skinned it and took the pink knob of his cock between her lips.

She sucked his pisshole, nibbled the spongy flesh of his cockhead as her fingers jiggled his nuts. Sliding her fingers under his balls, she found his asshole and drilled a fingertip inside his bung.

He groaned and his cock began to get hard in her mouth.

She sucked his cock until he was stiff enough to fuck and then she sat on it and rode him to a finish.

It was almost three o'clock when they left the motel room. He still hadn't told her he was the school principal.

Another con artist, she thought. He's got the school board thinking he's Mr. Clean when all the time he and his wife are swingers.

She wondered about his wife. That woman she'd seen him with in the restaurant that night didn't look like much of a swinger.

When she got home, the first thing Brenda did was tell Ken about her afternoon with Mr. Haverkamp.

Ken knew she went out with men sometimes and he was never jealous. But this time he was shocked out of his boots.

"Haverkamp, the school principal?"

"That's right, lover," Brenda smiled. "What do you think of that?"

"Holy shit!"

"Are you coming along with me tonight? I've got a plan to solve your problems at school. Anyway, how can you turn down a chance to fuck the principal's wife?"

He couldn't, of course. He started quivering with anticipation as soon as they agreed he would go.

Brenda was also looking forward to it. The idea of watching Ken sock it to another woman turned her on. She was realizing her affair with her son had opened unlimited possibilities.

Her blood raced as she thought about the evening ahead.