Threesome for mom

CHAPTER FIVE

But she didn't.

Meg managed to steel herself all the next day, that night, and the morning of yet another day. She was determined not to go out and place herself in the same vulnerable and degrading position she had with Sandra.

But by the afternoon of the second day she was ready to climb the walls. Hearing the sexual athletics of Sada and Jerry in the adjoining bedroom two or three times a day didn't help. Meg found herself staring at Jerry's crotch as he moved around the house. She envisioned his cock popping out of his jeans and into her mouth as she had seen it do tat day when she had watched her daughter suck him off.

After lunch Sada and Jerry started getting itchy and making their knowing glances at each other. When they casually left the worn, Meg couldn't stand it.

Again her thoughts were on the boys at the beach. She put on a bikini and left the house. She was practically running by the time she got to the dune where she had discovered them previously.

The girl was there, sunning herself an the beach, but the boys were absent.

Meg was crestfallen and, worse, she was frustrated. Just when she had gotten up the courage to go through with it, she had nothing to go through with.

She walked back to the house with an even bigger ache in her loins. When she entered the living room, Jerry was at the bar fixing a drink. He was dressed only in his shorts. The bulge was prominent. It was all Meg could do to keep her eyes above his waist.

He watched her came in and slump down on the sofa. "You look like I feel," he said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Lousy," he replied. "Sada and I had a fight."

"Before or after," Meg said. He looked at her, startled, and smiled. She immediately wished that she hadn't said it.

"Before," he laughed, and walked over to her. He stood directly in front of her, his bulging crotch just inches from her face.

"Jesus… Jerry," she said.

"Hey, what's the matter. Can't you take a joke all of a sudden?"

"Not that kind. Not now," she said, forcing her eyes up to his. He was laughing at her, and seeing right through her. She could feel it and it made her even more uncomfortable.

Her son-in-law was looking at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. "What about a drink? You look as though you could use one."

"In the middle of the afternoon?" Meg said.

"It's like a substitute," he said, returning to the bar. "It takes the edge off when there's nothing else. Unless there is something else."

She was right. He was interpreting her nervousness for exactly what it was. No, she thought, not with her son-in-law, not with her daughter's husband. She wouldn't sink that low.

"I'll have the drink," she said. "What was the fight about?"

"A party next week. I want to go, she doesn't."

"Why not?" Meg asked.

"Here's a stiff one," Jerry said, as he hovered over her, two glasses in hand. "It's the kind of party, I guess. The people are a little kooky. She used to dig the parties before we got married. Now she won't go anymore. I insisted. She got pissed and went to a movie."

Meg glanced at his crotch again. The bulge was even more pronounced. "It looks like she picked a rotten time." Again she bit her lip.

"She sure did," Jerry laughed. "Hey, you know, when you loosen up, you can be fun."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Jerry," Meg said. "You two are either making love or fighting. Sometimes I think that's all marriage is."

He sat on the sofa beside her. "You ever think about getting mated again?"

"Oh, no," Meg said. "No way. I don't want any part of it."

"But you want what goes with it, right?" Jerry said, his hand touching her knee in consolation. "And you're not getting that either, are you?"

Their eyes met above their glasses. Jerry took a deep breath, and Meg's mouth parted, her eyes fastened to his. The silence was numbing.

"Meg." His voice was a hoarse whisper.

It was all in their eyes. She could feel it and she was powerless to stop it. "No, Jerry… no."

Her fingers were nervous when he took the glass away. Her eyes closed in sweet anguish when his mouth came down to meet hers. Jerry knew what she needed. Jerry wouldn't play games.

The weight of his body was heavy on hers as his mouth fused with hers and his hands covered her body with an expertise that set off charges within her.

"Let's go inside," he whispered hotly, his mouth at her ear.

They were already inside, but Meg didn't have to ask what he meant.

"No, Jerry… we can't."

"We can."

"It isn't right. My God, I'm old enough to be your mother. I am your wife's mother."

"Look, why waste time? You need me and I need you… for now, anyway. It's true… isn't it?" His hard cock was rubbing against her thigh. It sent electric sparks right to the core of her cunt.

At that moment a hatred for all men rose quickly in Meg's breast. But it faded quickly when his hands found the soft mound between her thighs.

He was right. It was better with him than it would be to return to Sandra or to do anything silly and dangerous with the two boys on the beach.

"Meg…" he said, "upstairs."

"What if Sada comes back."

"She was so mad when she left, she won't be back for hours."

She felt herself being pulled from the sofa. His lean, hard young body pressed against hers as he guided her up the stairs. His tongue was in her ear and he massaged her breasts, further breaking down her resistance.

In the bedroom he was fumbling at the ties on her bikini top. "Meg, I've wanted to do this just as long as you have."

Oh, God, she thought, he knows. He's known all along.

Her bra came off. His fingers caught at the elastic at her waist and then Meg swayed nakedly before him. He cupped the high rising whiteness of her tits, his mouth at her ear again. Meg thought she would go out of her mind in another minute.

In painful impatience, her fingers sought his prick. She heard the groan spill over from his throat. With one swift gesture, Jerry dropped onto the bed, puffing her down with him.

He was passionate. His mouth was hot and moist, setting off fires in her breast, his cock stiffening as he sought her cunt. Passion rose in her throat, spilled over as he thrust to fill her. There was no pretense between them. Only this glorious, demanding desire in her.

"Oh, Jerry, Jerry…"

As Jerry's fingers closed over her hairy cunt, Meg sighed. She wriggled her ass closer to him so that his hand was forced between the lips of her already damp pussy. He could feel the warm wetness, and knowing what she wanted, he obliged by vigorously finger-fucking her. Withdrawing his hand from her cunt, he pushed her away.

Holding her by the wrists, he gently pulled her to her feet. "Let's fuck standing up, first time, anyway," he whispered in her ear.

She leaned back against the wall, her legs slightly parted, helping him, bending her knees, taking hold of his cock to guide it towards the slit that showed through the hairs. She only succeeded in rubbing it against her cuntlips and he became more excited.

She put her arms around his neck, then slid them warmly down to his waist, then pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing her burning pussy close to his cock, and spreading the lips of her cunt wide.

Leaning his palms on the wall, Jerry placed his rod against the opening. As he pushed in, forging his way into her warm, tight tunnel, Meg squirmed her ass, moving closer to him, and engulfed his gigantic prick in her cunt completely.

"Ooohhhhh, fuck me good!" she gasped.

With her hanging on to him, literally wrapped around him, and squirming around on his cock, Jerry began to move his ass in a similar, squirming motion. At the same time, he moved in and out, but never coming completely out. He pressed against the wall, and for a few minutes, only the increased panting of their breathing signified their approaching ecstasy. At last they came, pounding into each other, shooting their comes together.

Meg slowly released her legs and straightened up and his spent cock slid out of her. He reached over to the bedroom dresser, grabbed a handkerchief and tenderly wiped his cum from her pussy.

Jerry kissed her long and warmly, putting his hand back on her cunt, rubbing her cunt with his thumb. With his tongue working harder inside her mouth, he rubbed her clit harder and harder until she once again felt that frenzy of passion moving in on her.

Again she spread her ankles wide, exposing her pussy, red and swollen with desire.

"More?" Jerry asked.

"More," Meg answered, lowering her eyes.

Letting his hands move along her legs as he nudged between them, he once again made his way towards her open cunt.

He let the head of his cock rest lightly at the opening for a few seconds until it came to a full hard again, enjoying the sight of her pubic hairs over his prick. Then, placing a hand under each of her ass cheeks, he thrust his cock into her until his balls were hitting her ass. He lunged into her, pulling her forward on her toes, holding her head against his big chest. Her tits seemed to be touching her chin as his chest pushed them up.

He leaned over her to kiss her rigid nipples. "Don't worry, I'll give you all the comes you need. I'll make that sweet pussy of yours sing!" he whispered.

They made their way to the bed, still joined by his cock jammed up her cunt. Then he quickly withdrew, bent her over the side of the bed so that her gorgeous ass stuck up, invitingly firm and round.

Pushing her head still lower, he made it possible for her opening and closing cunt to be visible to his hungry eyes. He gripped his cock again, a drop of moisture hanging from the little slit at the top.

Placing a hand on each buttock, he spread her ass cheeks, then took a delicious second to gape at her thrust-up hole. He slid a finger into her ass, then placed his prick between the lips of her cunt and let it rest along its length, letting her flowing juices moisten it.

He leaned forward, placed the head of his cock against the entrance of her moist channel, and putting both hands under her soft belly, pulling her towards him, making her rump higher and her cunt closer, he pushed his cock in again.

Meg was well-stuffed. Soon his cock was pushing deep against her womb. She began to moan. She tried to move with him, but couldn't because of the way she was being held… and filled.

Her ass was pushing into his belly, the friction making red marks in the flesh of her ass cheeks. Jerry was beginning to jerk spasmodically again.

Meg groaned with him, the two of them fucking faster now. When she was on the peak of another come, he quickly pulled out of her.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

Then Jerry turned her over and lifted her onto the bed. He spread her legs and once again her cunt was completely open to his gaze. He could see her clit with the wrinkles and fold of her pussy barely covered by hairs.

He put his hands on her swollen tits and began kneading and spreading them, squeezing them, driving Meg wild with hunger for his cock.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers. They were tight and hard, like little buttons. He began to lick and nibble at them. Then he bent down, as if to examine her cunt.

He manipulated her cunt until it reared itself like a baby cock and grew so sensitive that, whenever his finger touched it, he could see her pussy contract and expand.

"Give it to me," Meg begged. "Make me come again." She shivered at the slow friction of his fingers in her hole.

He gripped his cock and placed it against her sopping cunt. Then, putting his hands under her ass, he slid into her. Meg squirmed and wriggled forward until she could feel his cock deep in her puss. She raised her legs and wrapped them around and held him close.

Meg moved back and forth on his waist. Her breathe grew hotter against his neck, while her pussy jacked his cock constantly.

Her voice was hoarse as she manipulated his cock faster and faster. "Ohhh, do you like it, Jerry, do you like it?" He couldn't answer.

He could actually feel that sweet agony she was going through just by looking at her face.

Gathering his strength, he pulled out of her again, moved her up on the bed and spread-eagled her there. Then Meg cried in exquisite agony as he licked up their juices from her cunt. He was nearly drowning on the river of her juice and his cum.

Once again she found herself being swallowed up by impulses, heat, white flashes she couldn't explain.

Jerry licked her dry, inside and out.

"Let me eat you, too," she said, looking down at the huge hunk of meat dangling between his legs.

He shifted his position until the full, white flare of her hips and reddened cunt again rose to meet his face.

"Oh, God, your cock is beautiful," she groaned as she opened her lips and accepted his thrust.

She felt his hard tongue descend again between the lips of her heated cunt. The strong musky smell of their mutual sex filled the room as their bodies writhed in sexual union, his cock far down her throat, his lips pressed to her pussy as he tongued and sucked her throbbing cunt.

Meg could feel his push. It felt as though his whole face had entered her hole. She began jerking hr pelvis frantically against his face and squeezing her thighs even tighter over his head.

She grasped his buttocks and urged the whole of his shuddering shaft into her head. Her mouth began to hammer over his cock like an oil pump gone wild. She wanted his cum to flood her throat more than anything else in the world at that moment.

There was a slapping sound between her thighs as her hips snapped her cunt back and forth against his mouth. She squirmed and quivered on the bed ecstatically, so intense became her desire for their mutual climax.

"What's the matter… what's wrong?" she cued.

"I'm… I'm shooting like hell," he said. "It'll go off in your mouth."

"I want it to," she shouted. "I want your juice… your cum! Give it to me!"

Back into her mouth went his throbbing, jerking prick as the head spurted cum in great, hot gushes down her waiting throat. Greedily she sucked and swallowed at the streams until they thinned to a dear liquid.

Meg's orgasm quickly followed.

Her thrashing and bucking ended in a frenzied vibration with spasms of ecstasy flooding her body. Then she went limp, totally exhausted, spent.

"Jesus, that was… the best!" he sighed.

"I know," Meg answered, staring at the ceiling. She felt nothing but relaxation and relief. No guilt, no qualms, no regrets. She knew it was wrong, but she suddenly didn't care.

They lay for what must have been an hour until they heard the door slam downstairs.

Jerry rose casually from the bed. He leaned over and kissed Meg tenderly. "Don't worry," he said, "this is just between you and me."

He crossed to the door connecting the two bedrooms. "Sada's crazy to fight with you," Meg said. "Especially over a lousy party."

"That's what I think," he said. "But she's young. She'll change. Maybe you'd like to go to tat party with me."

"Maybe," Meg said, and watched the door close behind him.

In a few seconds she heard Sada enter the room. Her voice was clear as a bell through the thin walls.

"I've changed my mind," she said.

"Oh?" Jerry replied.

"If that's the way you want our marriage to be, all right, that's the way it will be. I don't like it, but I'll go along with it until I do, or I can't stand it any more."

Then Meg heard the bed squeak as she joined him. She wondered if he had the stamina for yet a third climax, this time with his wife.

Her question was answered in just a few minutes when the unmistakable sounds of sex came from the other room. Jerry would very easily handle the sexual needs of both mother and daughter.