Threesome for mom

CHAPTER TEN

"Roy, darling, do you still have that last set of movies?" Sandra asked as they entered the familiar apartment. "I'm sure Meg would love them, and they might make her feel a little more at ease."

"You bet," Roy said. "You two fix the drinks. I'll be in the den threading the projector."

Meg stood, awkwardly beside the bar while Sandra fixed a tray of martinis. Looking around the room she felt a cold chill as she remembered her last visit here and the kinky sex that had occurred.

She guessed that before the night was over and she could ask Sandra for the favor she wanted, she would have to end up in bed with both of them. The idea of having Roy crawling all over her wasn't very appealing, but she kept telling herself that it was for a good cause.

"Drinks are ready," Sandra said. "C'mon."

As they walked into the den, Sandra carried the tray in one arm and guided Meg with the hand of the other. The other woman managed to slide her hand across Meg's breast quite a few times with obvious intent.

In the dim room, Roy took her hand and pulled her to him. His mouth parted as it came down on hers in a tongue-sucking kiss. She heard Sandra's laughter as he poured the heat of his mouth into hers.

Meg felt her body respond to the giant immediately.

"Be careful, darling," Sandra admonished, "you'll break the poor girl's back."

He broke the kiss and leaned his head back to look at her. "I'd like to do more than that," he said.

"Later, my sweetest, later," Sandra cooed, the meaning in her voice all too clear. "Are the films ready?"

"Not quite," Roy replied, leaving Meg and moving to a projector mounted on a table behind him. "I've got quite a little splicing to do."

"Good, then I can get a little more comfortable. Come along, Meg, you can freshen up in my bedroom. You know the way."

Meg followed her with her face burning. She cursed herself because the woman was able to make her feel like such a child.

The bedroom was just as Meg remembered it, with the huge bed and one wall completely lined with mirrors.

Sandra stood in the middle of the carpeted room and peeled away her dress. She wore no bra. Meg could clearly see the huge, rigid nipples that she also remembered so well.

She averted her eyes.

"Feel like a shower?" Sandra asked.

"No… I don't think so."

"Then come along and keep me company." Meg followed her naked body into the huge bathroom. "Doesn't it turn you on to see me naked like this?" Sandra asked.

The dark eyes seemed to be laughing at Meg. Sandra stretched, catlike, emphasizing her high breasts, moving her hips in a way that brought color to Meg's face.

"What do you feel when you look at me this way?" Sandra persisted, her voice deepening.

"I think you're very attractive," Meg hedged, feeling herself hemmed in, but turned on.

"Darling, don't look so uptight and tense."

"I'm not," Meg lied.

"Is your pussy wet yet?" Sandra said, reaching out for Meg's crotch.

"Honey?" Roy's voice bellowed up the stairs.

"Yes?"

"Projector's almost ready."

"Be right down," Sandra said, and smiled at Meg. "Meg, sweetie, go on and keep Roy from talking to himself. He can't bear being alone."

"All right." Meg fled, really relieved to be away from the provocative nakedness of Sandra. She walked down the carpeted corridor to the open door. The den was a large, wood-paneled room, three walls lined with books, the other wall now being used for the screen on which they were to watch the movies.

Two wide, low couches, side by aide, provided an expansive seating area. The coffee table was enormous, square, like a squat bed.

"Come here," Roy said, and suddenly the room was doused in darkness. "We'll start the movies in a minute or so."

My God, Meg thought, what was he going to do? She had just met hint. Was he that brazen? As brazen as his wife. But then Sandra obviously didn't care what he did. She did it, too.

"You said something about a drink," she was shaking again.

"Plenty of time for that," he promised, finding her in the darkness.

His mouth came down hard on hers, his tongue darting between her willing teeth. She was startled at the touch of his hand on her zipper, at the way the zipper rode down its track. He was out of his mind, she thought, unable to remove herself from the heat of his mouth, his hands at her shoulders, pulling away the dress.

Sandra was still in the shower, but how long would she be there? Meg could scream with pleasure when he touched her.

Her dress was pushed to her waist, over her hips, to the floor. His mouth kept hers a willing prisoner while his hands shucked away the little she wore beneath it.

"Roy?" Sandra's voice filtered in from the doorway. "Roy don't you start up the film."

Meg froze, conscious of her clothes in a heap at her feet, feeling herself grow hot from fright that Sandra would flip on the lights. But she wouldn't do that, would she? She was telling Roy to start the projector rolling.

"In a minute, Sandra," Roy said without losing his cool. "Meg, come over here and relax."

He caught her by the hand, pulled her off towards the twin sofas. Somehow in the darkness he found the tray of drinks. She clutched the chilled glass, fearful of spilling it, then sipped cautiously.

Roy was in muted conversation with Sandra, across the room, beside the projector. He was doing something with a can of film. A shaft of light hit the screen. A girl walked out, wearing only a sign, introducing the film. Then she took off the sign.

"This one is really wild," Sandra said softly, settling down beside Meg in the darkness. What was Sandra wearing? A terrycloth robe. But it was open. The incredible nipples caught Meg's attention. "Watch, sweetie," Sandra coaxed.

Then on the screen there was a huge bed. And on the bed lay a beautiful woman with her hand buried to the wrist in her pussy.

Meg gasped when she recognized that the woman was Sandra.

"I photograph well, don't I?" Sandra said seductively. Her hand rested casually at Meg's thigh. Meg started at the touch, fires igniting within her.

Then a young boy walked to the bed. He was incredibly young, not more than eighteen years old, with only a bare patch of light fuzz on his pubic area. He was a beautiful boy. He reminded Meg of the boys on the beach. As she watched him fist his small cock she felt a tingle in her cunt. The same tinge she had felt when she had seen those two innocent boys that day masturbating.

"Finish your drink, Meg," Sandra said. "Let's get rid of the glass."

Her hand shaking, Meg swigged down the drink, acutely aware of Sandra's hand stroking her thigh. Sandra leaned forward to dart a hot, moist tongue around the stiffening tip of Meg's breast. Her hand on Meg's thigh grew more amorous.

Meg's gaze was focused on the Sandra on the screen, while her body was being tortured by the real Sandra. Her head was fogged, her thinking obliterated. The passionate mouth leaving one painfully erect nipple to devour the other and supple fingers filled her with a staggering excitement.

"I'll fix this so you can watch, darling," Sandra crooned, arranging pillows for Meg's head.

She lay back, one slim leg trailing on the floor, her eyes glazed over with excitement as she watched the erotic coupling on the screen. Sandra's mouth, hot and impatient, tailed over her torso, lingering at her navel, sweeping over her flat firm belly, lifting Meg to incredible desire.

On the screen Sandra was sucking the little boy's cock and fondling his balls. Her on-screen moans as the little dick pierced her lips were as wildly exciting as her real moans sucking Meg's tits. She sucked his cock to draw out all his balls could pump.

He was twisting his hips and bouncing. He whimpered like a dog being stroked on the belly. He loved it! Sandra was giving him an expert blow-job. Yet he also looked confused. He looked as if he didn't know if he should be pouring all this stuff into her mouth.

He had gushed more than two mouthfuls into her before she raised her head from his throbbing prick. Another stream of jism got her on the way up. It dribbled from her chin. The boy was horrified by the sight of the thick, gooey stuff on her lovely face.

She only smiled at him. She, wanted to get him into the bed. He couldn't move. His cock was still stiffer than limp even though he had shot out a lot of cum, and he still had more to spurt out.

Meg whimpered. She wished she were up there on the screen sucking all that sweet young boy's delicious, thick cum.

Her nails caught Sandra's milk-white shoulders, dug in with unconscious intensity. Her pelvis writhed. Oh, she couldn't stand anymore… she would go out of her mind!

"Meg…" Roy hovered over her now, naked. "How do you feel?"

"Oh, Roy," she whimpered. "Roy…" No shame, no self-consciousness, with Sandra's mouth hot at her thighs, and Roy's hands on her tits.

"We'll make you terribly happy," Roy whispered. "In a little while you'll understand," he promised.

His hand was at her mouth, prying. From the film he had been showing, she understood what he wanted.

"Does seeing Sandra suck that kid off turn you on, Meg?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Then suck my cock, Meg!"

It was like up there on the screen, she thought. Wonderful… kooky… no time to think… just feel. This beautiful insanity… anything, everything!

And then with startling suddenness, she lay alone on the sofa. Her body still going insane, alone. A light hit the huge coffee table, that looked like a squat bed. Roy was tossing pillows into the middle of it.

"Over here, sweetie," Sandra coaxed, her eyes dark with veiled excitement. "Lie down, baby."

Still in a fantasy-like dream, Meg felt herself prodded into a prone position along the cushions. The screen was blank. The film was over. Meg was sorry. She wanted to see the little boy's cock again. She wanted to see it spurt more cum.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Roy said. "Look at her. Did you ever see anything so passionate?"

His hands were at Meg's tits again. He hovered above her, his male heat teasing her while he enjoyed the whimper of arousal he elicited.

"Look, don't leave me out in the cold," Sandra drawled. She moved her hands on Meg's breasts, tweaking, drawing a cry of protest mingled with abandoned desire.

Meg's body was full of passion, her mouth loving Sandra while Roy thrust into her pussy with towering frenzy until the explosions went off within her. Sounds of rapture lifted in her throat while her hips lifted to Roy's, and she drowned in his passion.

Slipping his arms through those of Meg and Sandra's, Roy said, "Oh, little baby, you're going to love this! Just relax and enjoy it… let us be the teachers!"

They used the huge table, Roy getting between Meg's legs and putting his mouth to her cunt, Sandra lying to one side of her, almost frantically pushing his head and tongue deeper into Meg's pussy. Then Sandra put her mouth back on one hard nipple, then the other, sucking curiously. Roy's tongue moved in to even greater depths until Meg was going mad with desire.

Crossing her legs behind his back, she lay back, giving herself completely to lust, enjoying to the fullest the double treatment she was being given… the sucking at her pussy, the sucking lips at her tits… the whole world sucking her! She reached underneath Sandra and began fondling the woman's tight bosoms, exciting Sandra to even greater activity, mouth to tit, to neck, back to nipple, down to belly.

Shaking, Meg felt the hands of passion tearing at the insides of her cunt. A gigantic excitement gripped her mind, and a gigantic come shook her body.

"K-k-keep sucking!" she cried. "Keep sucking me!"

Wave after wave of glorious orgasm wracked through her body, her love juices spurting forth in a never-ending stream.

Finally, exhausted, she relaxed, her legs sliding from Roy's neck and shoulders. Sandra and Roy raised themselves, their faces twisted with desire, Roy puffing madly at his cock, his breathing very labored. "I'm going to put it between those big lovely tits, baby," he panted, moving in to her.

Roy's cock intrigued Meg. It was magnificent, a thick weapon that had to be a good eight inches long, and with a pulsating, purplish red head. All of a sudden Meg felt an overwhelming urge to wrap her lips around that big juicy plum, not caring anymore whether Sandra was watching or not. Meg found herself moaning.

"I want it in my mouth, Roy! Please, hurry!" She opened her legs wider again – Sandra was moving in for her turn at pussy-sucking. She parted Meg's cuntlips.

"I'll do as good a job as Roy did," she moaned. Roy crawled up over Meg, placing his hot cock between her tits.

After giving Meg's pubic hair a few licks, Sandra raised her head. "Roy, honey, hold still. I'll fuck your asshole while you screw her tits."

"Wait until I get them firmly around my cock," he said. "How's it feel, Meg baby?" He squeezed her breasts together around his prick, engulfing the shaft completely.

Reaching up, Sandra slid her finger through the crack of his ass, fingering his hole. She resumed sucking Meg and all the woman could think about was getting that cock into her mouth.

"Do me good, baby," Roy said. "Give it the suck of its life!" He groaned through gritted teeth, raising himself, careful not to dislodge his wife's finger from his asshole, moving his thumping cock up to Meg's mouth.

Then he shoved the wet head into her throat.

Unashamedly, Meg sucked the big, heavy rod, pulling so hard on the slick knob that deep pits formed in her mouth, big dimples that formed in and out, the fierceness of her sucking causing Roy to cry in sheer joy, always easing more of his meat into her mouth with each stroke.

A tremendous spasm flowed the length of Meg's body, a lightning convulsion rocking her from head to toe. Her agony of pleasure exploded into one heaving, turbulent cunt, and half-choking, gurgling around Roy's cock, Meg screamed as a new series of orgasms coursed through her pussy, sending streams of juices into Sandra's mouth.

Roy held her head on either side with both hands as he came thickly into the depths of her throat.

"Swallow it!" he demanded.

Cum slammed into Meg's mouth, a torrent of cream, hot against the insides of her cheeks. She swallowed it all, gulping it down, just as Sandra was sucking and swallowing the juices from her cunt.

"What do you want to do now, baby?" Roy asked, his mouth close to her.

"I… I," Meg stammered. "I want to see Sandra blow that cute boy's cock again and then I want to suck and fuck some more… and then I want to ask Sandra to do me a favor."

"Ask now, honey," Sandra said. "Shit, I'll do anything for you as long as I can suck your pussy."

Meg took a deep breath, trying to form exactly the right words to express her desire.

"I… I want you to do the same thing that we're doing right now with Roy. Only next week I want you to do it with me and my son-in-law."