Threesome for mom

CHAPTER ELEVEN

There was less than three weeks left on the beach house lease. Meg used that as an excuse to go into town and spend the night getting the ready for them to move back.

"Do you want some help, Mother?" Sada asked.

"Oh… I don't think so, honey. But I'll tell you what. If I do, I'll call you and you can drive in. All right?"

"Damn, if I didn't have this hot poker game tonight," Jerry said, "I'd come in and help you move the heavy stuff."

Meg smiled to herself. That had been their pre-arranged excuse to get out of the house for a night and leave Sada. Meg would go on into town and Jerry would meet her later by borrowing a friend's car.

It had been an easy matter, just by describing Sandra to him, to raise Jerry's blood pressure to the point where he was practically begging Meg to set up a threesome with the other woman.

She had already done it.

Driving into town, Meg felt as light-hearted as a young girl. She knew she was doing the right thing for all of them. Sada would hurt for awhile, but it would soon wear off and she would find someone else. And she, Meg, would have Jerry.

She sighed aloud as she pulled into the drive and cut the motor. Oh, what times they would have together, Meg and her young stud lover. With Jerry's appetite, she knew she would never want for cock again.

Inside the house she immediately opened all the doors and windows to get rid of the musty, un-lived in smell. She entered her upstairs bedroom and went right to her dresser.

She rummaged around in the clothing, selected some items with care, and laid them out on the bed, her heartbeat quickening with excitement.

There was a very low-cut black bra, a pair of sheer black bikini panties, misty black nylons, and a green dress of soft, clinging material with a plunging neckline and an extremely high hem.

She knew how well Sandra would look when Jerry met her. Meg wanted to look better. She didn't want her young lover to forget who the number one woman in the threesome was.

In the bathroom, she turned off the water and slipped out of her clothes. She climbed into the tub with a sigh and lay soaking for awhile. From time to time, she licked her lips and her eyes smoldered with intense desire.

She began lathering soap on her sex-swelled tits, feeling a delicious tingle of excitement as she stroked her erect pink nipples. There was a faint ache in the back of her mind concerning what she was about to do.

But in the same thought she remembered what Jerry's cock could do for her body and all thoughts of backing out were dispelled.

She finished her bath and dried herself thoroughly, her pulse racing as the time drew nearer. Standing naked before the mirror, she applied makeup-heavy mascara, green eye-shadow, glossy lipstick. She brushed out her hair, her fingers shaking slightly as the sharp image of her own creamy, full-breasted body locked tightly to Jerry's in ecstasy whirled in her mind.

When her long hair glistened with radiance, she put down the brush and caressingly rubbed cologne on her pubic hairs, on each soft inner thigh, on her taut pink nipples and behind her ears.

She dressed quickly and stared at the result in the full-length bedroom mirror. She caught her breath, always amazed at the astonishing change.

The woman who stared back at her reeked with sex, as glaring and bold as a neon sign. From her smoldering eyes to her ripe, creamy breasts, exposed almost to the nipple in the daring dress, from her plump hips to her generous thighs and long, stunning legs she was the embodiment of pure sex.

She heard the car engine in the drive! She raced to the window, made sure it was Jerry, and scampered back to dial the phone.

Sada picked it up on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Sada?"

"Yes, Mom."

"I've changed my mind. I think you can help me after all. Why don't you come over in about two hours."

Meg met him at the door and her heart nearly stopped when his first words were, "Wow… you look great. Is she here yet… what's her name… Sandra?"

"No, she's not," Meg said coolly. "Won't I do in the meantime?"

"You better believe it, baby," he growled.

"Prove it," she challenged, her heart hammering.

His mouth came down hungrily on hers. Jerry's hands were at her shoulders. Meg felt his warmth and trembled. In the dark, he fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress. Impatient, Meg moved to help him.

His mouth found hers again. His hands swept her dress to the waist, traveled her back to grope for the hooks to her bra. The lace went limp and his fingers moved beneath to cup her rich tits.

In a burst of heat, Meg thrust the dress away from her waist, over her hips, shrugging it to the floor. In the darkness, Jerry's hot lips covered her face and neck with hot, fiery kisses.

"Oh, Jerry," she moaned.

His mouth burrowed at her tits. His fingers played with her nipples.

"Jerry!" In a tremor of abandon, Meg reached to find him, and rejoiced in the sound of strangled excitement her effort elicited.

"Oh, baby, baby!" Anguish registered in his voice, urging her on.

"Ohhh, Jerry, I love you! Darling…" Meg lifted her hips urgently against his. He wanted her as wildly as she wanted him. "Darling…"

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, boy… there's the other third to our threesome," he said, and headed for the door. "Jerry!"

"What?"

"Are you going to meet her like that? With your cock sticking out?"

"Why not?" he said, laughing. "That's what she's here for, isn't it?"

"Well, well, well," Sandra said, "starting without me, huh? Naughty, naughty," she said, her hand wrapped lovingly around Jerry's cock. "Which way's the bed?"

"A woman after my own heart," Jerry said, leading Sandra toward the bedroom. "C'mon, Meg… join in!"

The next hour was like a blurred haze in Meg's mind. She saw Jerry slap Sandra a hard whack on her buttocks with his open palm the second she was in the bedroom.

Sandra turned to him with an evil smile on her face. "You think you're quite a stud, don't you, boy?"

"I sure am," Jerry replied.

"We'll see. I usually prefer pussy, but right now I'd like to see what you can do with that thing." The muscles in her long thighs were jumping and her hips were undulating slightly, rotating an invitation to be taken.

"You're gonna get all you can handle, honey," Jerry said.

Meg entered the room behind them. She shook her head at the exchange. The words didn't sound like either of them. "You're not quite the iceberg I thought," she said to Sandra.

"You never really know everything about anyone, Meg," Sandra panted, eyes narrowed with sensual desire. The tip of her tongue flicked continuously across her slightly parted full lips. "I need to be fucked… use your cock in me!"

She was shivering with her sexual craving, forcing herself to be patient as Jerry removed her filmy blouse and slid the skirt down her long legs.

She groaned as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button, then licked upward over her feverish body. She pushed her tits forward, bulging them out over the edges of the French-cut bra. Jerry pulled the halter off, letting her huge tits, up-tilted with passion, blossom in the open. He grabbed one brutally with both hands and popped a dark nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hands gripped behind his head and she mashed his face into her ample bosom.

"I'll suck you after you fuck me, if you want me to," she whined, greedily begging to be plundered by him.

"Suck it now," Jerry said, pulling at her shoulders.

Meg couldn't believe it. The two of them were acting like sex machines. Jerry was an animal with this woman whom he had only met minutes before.

And Sandra. It was amazing. Meg had taught the woman just short of being a full blown lesbian, but here she was going after Jerry as if she'd never had a cock in her life before.

"What a man!" Sandra sighed, smacking her lips with eagerness. She lurched onto her knees before him and kissed his crotch with affection. "I think I could just gobble you all day long," she gurgled, taking the big head all the way into her mouth.

Then Meg realized it was only her husband's cock that Sandra was bored with. That's why she swung the way she did. With her husband, she preferred the other women. With another woman, and a different man, she preferred the man. And Jerry was the same way.

Jerry lifted Sandra and dropped her onto the bed. Her legs opened to reveal her peat, hungry cunt, lips gaping wide like a greedy mouth. He gabbed his huge prick, moistened it in her red gash and plunged the head against her bulging anus. Steadily, ruthlessly, he wormed it into her rectum until its entire length was imbedded deep in her bowels.

"In my cunt!" Sandra pleaded. "But, ohhh, that's good! I like being fucked in the asshole, too!" She had her knees drawn up high, and as Jerry withdrew his rod from her ass, she grabbed the immense shaft and poised it at the sopping wet entrance to her pussy.

With a growl he lunged forward until her cunt was completely impaled on his cunt-hungry cock. "Yes… yes… YES!" Sandra screamed. "Fuck me! Pour your ever-loving cock into me!" Her eyes were closed, mouth twisted grotesquely, as she reveled in the sex she was getting. Her first orgasm wrenched her body violently and she almost deafened Meg as she screamed like a wild animal.

Meg could take it no longer. She ran down stairs and dressed. Even outside, getting into her car, she could still hear the wild, angry sounds of their sex.

She was about halfway to the beach house when she saw Sada's car flash past on the opposite side of the highway.

Meg heard the door slam. She threw a robe over her naked, quivering body and went into the hall. He was sitting in a sofa by the bar, a bottle of scotch in one hand and a glass in the other.

"What happened?" she said.

"Just what you wanted to happen," Jerry said. "She walked in and found us. There was nothing to explain."

"Where is she now?"

"There… at the other house. She said to tell you she's going to stay there. She wants a divorce."

"And you, Jerry?" Meg said. "Where are you going to stay?"

He looked up, but didn't reply.

Try, her mind screamed at her. At least try one more time.

She dropped the robe to the floor and walked down the stairs.

He turned his head sideways to see her standing inches away. She was completely nude, and her thick pubic hair was close above his head. His eyes traversed upward to her flat, firm belly, then to her twin up-tilted breasts. She bent down over him, giving his opened mouth a damp, tongue exploring kiss while she flung herself prone over his body. Unable to control her passionate desire to consume him, she tore at his skin-tight T-shirt in a frenzy, raking his neck and cheek with her fingernails.

To escape her wild onslaught, he wrapped his left arm round her small waist and rolled off the sofa, gaining his feet while holding her suspended to him. He tried to set her on her feet, but she bent her knees, refusing to be put down.

She clung tenaciously to his neck with both arms, while her eyes, aflame with passion and desire, pleaded with him to fuck her immediately.

He clasped her diminutive waist with both hands, completely encircling her. He carried her up the stain without a word and deposited her on the bed. She lay silently, watching him remove his clothes. She licked her lips and emitted a sharp squeal of desire as he peeled off his shorts and his massive erection jumped forward like a coiled spring.

He smiled, then walked into the bathroom, snapped on the light, and stood over the bowl, pissing. From where she lay, Meg could see all of him clearly, hear the steady stream splashing into the toilet water. Her mouth was hung wide open. Was he putting her on? Was he insulting her? At that moment she wished she had a whip. Maybe she'd use it… maybe she wouldn't.

When he was through, he fisted his thick shaft, milking it a few times vigorously, looking over his shoulder to her to make sure she was watching. He fisted it, and walked back into the bedroom, still milking it, but slowly, not too tightly. The big round head swelled. Meg couldn't take her eyes off it.

Her great jouncing tits were free and expanding and she watched him gape at them, cock in hand and jacking a little faster. His tongue trailed along his lower lip, and Meg couldn't stop hers from doing the same.

If he was perverted, maybe she was a little, too – she couldn't deny that, not at this moment, anyway. He wet the palm of his other hand with his tongue and rubbed his prick with it, enjoying her avid watching.

The cock shot a spurt of wetness onto her flesh, and she felt its sticky warmth, the strange, mangled emotions of hatred and love. The walls of her pussy twitched.

Repulsion and desire!

She had the same sensations now in her breasts. She closed her eyes tightly to bide the smallest glimmer. She could hear his breathing, heavy, harsh, and uneven.

"Meg," he whispered, then louder: "Meg, can you hear me?"

She lay still, kept her breathing regular, easy and relaxed with an effort of will.

"Oh, Meg," he breathed with emotion.

Now! the small voice in her head told her, warned her, promised her. Now he'd fuck her!

She felt his face touch hers, gently, softly, and it was hard to restrain a startled gasp when she realized that he was rubbing his cheeks against hers.

"So smooth," he murmured, "so sweet." He nuzzled her, hungrily and longingly.

He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks and lips with a gentle mouth.

She felt him draw back, then he spoke, quietly.

"Sweet… but cruel!"

His mouth went onto hers again, but this time he drove in fiercely, probing his tongue into the secret crannies, sucking the warm, wet tissue, drawing her tongue into his mouth, and savoring it, urgently.

Meg neither helped nor impeded. But she opened her eyes and she saw the big hands holding his cock tightly, pointing it towards her face. Then he moved it forward and she felt him rubbing it against her cheeks. It crossed her lips, and her slightly parted mouth felt the wet slit at its tip pause at the opening.

He pushed it in hard and her lips stretched as the bulbous head forced her mouth to open wide to accommodate it. He slid it in, then out, with smooth wet movements.

Meg took it, passively.

The head of his shaft felt so smooth, as though his skin was stretched to the tightest limit to contain the pulsing energy which was striving to burst out and spew itself onto her tongue, her lips, her teeth.

He withdrew his cock from between her lips, and she felt a driblet of wetness op from the end of it onto her chin as it passed.

"Want me to fuck you now?" he said.

"Yes… yes… put it in me… fuck me, Jerry, please, fuck me!" she begged.

"Want me to fill your belly with my cock… run it back and forth over your cunt and make you come good?"

"Yes… oh, yes!"

"Is that what you want?"

"More than anything eke in the world," she panted.

"Then, come closer… come to the foot of the bed," he grunted. She obeyed, crawling nakedly on hands and knees over the mattress, just in time to have her neck and tits sprayed thickly with the high arch of his creamy cum. She looked down at herself, and a stream of the cream ran dawn over one nipple.

"That's all you get from me, you bitch," he said. He picked up his clothes and headed for the door.

"No… no, Jerry… you don't understand. I love you! I love you and I want you… please. Stay with me!"

"Stay with you? You must be nuts, an old cunt like you? Shit!"

And he was gone.