Threesome for mom

CHAPTER SIX

Throughout the following day Meg wondered when Jerry would come to her again. Outwardly it appeared as though nothing at all had passed between them. Over lunch he had teased her, as always, about her lack of a social life, and he made vague hints, as he always did, that he could fix her up with some of his and Sada's swinging young male friends, but not ever did he give her any indication if or when there would be a repeat of the previous afternoons session.

That afternoon, after lunch, Jerry went out on the beach. Meg went upstairs to take a nap. She had barely stretched out on the bed when Sada tapped on her door.

"Mother?"

"Yes, dear," Meg replied, puffing the covers up to hide her nakedness.

"Can I come in… I'd like to talk to you."

"Sure… come on in."

The look on her daughter's face gave Meg her first pang of fear. Could she know? Sada looked so troubled, so unsure of herself, that Meg was sure that it had something to do with Jerry. And maybe with her.

"My, oh my," she said, keeping her voice as light-hearted as possible, "something is wrong, isn't it."

"It sure is!" Sada said, sitting on the side of the bed. "And I've got to tell someone about it or I'll go crazy."

"Well, tell me, baby. You know I'll do what I can. Is it something to do with Jerry?"

"Kind of… but I think it's my fault," the girl said, biting her lip to keep back the tears. "I… oh, God… Mom, I don't know where to start… it's so terrible."

"Well, honey," Meg said, "you'd better just start at the beginning." She sat further up in the bed, letting her breasts spill over the top of the covers in her confusion and concentration on the young girl's words.

"The beginning…" Sada said, so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice her mother's sudden nudity. "Yeah… I guess I should… but…"

"I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid of what you'll think of me if I tell you the truth."

"Don't be silly," Meg said. "Tell me."

"But it's about sex."

"Oh?"

"Yes," Sada went on, "and I want you to understand something. Times change. They've changed a lot since you were my age. I'm not like you, and I've got to tell you about it, even though I know some of the things I did I know are wrong."

"I won't be mad at you, darling," Meg said. "Tell me!" Oh, God, little girl, how could I be mad at you, Meg thought.

"Do you remember Uncle Phil, when he was staying with us after your divorce?"

"Well, I probably started it all myself. I mean, it just started out to be a teasing game like I did with all the boys when I was eighteen. Uncle Phil was older… handsome… and, well, I used to get a kick out of turning him on."

"Sada… my own brother!"

"I told you you'd be mad," Sada said, and stood up. "And I told you I know it was wrong."

"All right… all right," Meg said. "Sit down." Sada sat down and started talking again. As Meg listened to the story pour out of her daughter's mouth in ever faster words, she started to feel ill, but managed to sit through it all with a stone face.

It had indeed started out as a teenager's teasing game. Whenever Meg was gone from the house, leaving Sada and Phil alone, Sada would use her body to entice the older man. She would lie on the floor in front of his chair reading a book she was sure he was looking at her. Then she would bend her legs up at the knees, giving him a good look at the white smooth flesh of her thighs and the dark patch of pubic hair beneath her panties.

When Sada discovered the effect her youthful body had on the older, more mature, and very handsome man, she started encouraging it. She wore blouses and dresses around him with low necklines to reveal the deep cleavage between her bulging breasts.

She made certain that the clothes she wore clung tightly around her midriff to accentuate the size of her firm, full tits, the smallness of her waist, and the flaring arch of her hips.

He started staring at her more and more. And, whenever he was alone with her, the stare became more open and hill of desire. It frightened Sada but, at the same time, it thrilled her to think she could have such power over such a man.

Then it went further and Sada didn't discourage it. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel naked. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her ass or across her breasts as he pretended to reach for something. It became a game for Sada – dangerous, but exciting.

Maybe it was a lack of attention caused by the absence of her father. Sada didn't know, but she enjoyed the times her uncle's sad eyes would light up when they moved over the sensual curves of her body. It was as if her uncle's eyes were trying to caress her ass cheeks or cup her breasts. She could almost feel his eyes touch her.

Then, even with Meg in the house, Sada started leaving her bedroom door open a little when she went to bed. It became sort of an adventure to lay in bed and wait for her uncle's footsteps coming up the stairs, his long pause outside her room, his uneven breathing while he stood there.

Then came the inevitable. Meg was gone for a weekend and Sada was left alone in the house with Uncle Phil. They had dinner and then watched television. At least Sada watched television. Phil watched her. At last she rose, stretched, and said she was tired.

She said good-night to Phil and went to her room. She left the night light on beside her bed and the door ajar.

She could hear her uncle moving up the stairs on stealthy tiptoes. She got into bed and made believe she was asleep. She even tried to look softer, innocent, younger than her years, nudging her cheek into the pillow.

Then she purposely slid a smooth, rounded leg out from under the covers, flexed it, and then stretched it out straight. Her eyes slit open slightly to see Phil's hand jerk down to his crotch. He was standing at the foot of the bed, and he closed his eyes, trying to relax his grip on his prick, but he couldn't.

His hand began to move and he tightened the hold, and the look on his face told her the juices in his body were coming alive, surging downward toward his cock. He dragged his cock from inside his pants and squeezed it, then pointed it at her naked flesh.

It was the first cock she had ever seen fully hard. It was huge and it made her whole body shudder with a need she never knew existed before. He stood for a long time at the foot of the bed, his handsome face grotesquely contorted in lust as he stared at her curved body beneath the sheets.

Then, with a small groan, he turned and staggered from the room.

After he left, she realized what the sight of his cock had done to her. She was soaking wet between her thighs. Then she felt ashamed of herself, felt her cunt rise, felt tiny goose bumps prickling across her body, realizing that the sight of Phil had thrilled her. And the plunging throbs and the wet friction of her hand on her crotch caused her pleasure, then a breath-gripping orgasm. She clenched her teeth and let the air hiss out, allowing herself a secret smile at the new and wonderful experience, sure at that moment that her uncle was the only man who could ever raise her body to such a pitch of passion.

She was determined that the following night it would be more than just fingers that would nudge against her heated clitoris.

The next night she retired even earlier, again leaving her door ajar. Instead of donning pajamas as usual, she crawled into bed nude.

Again she heard him climb the stairs. Her body tensed and then went limp when she heard his footsteps go on by her door. What was wrong? He didn't even look into the room. She had been even more brazen than ever that evening.

Then she heard his shoeless feet pad back down the hall and saw his shoulders full across the door. She had kicked the sheet from her nude body in exasperation when he had passed the first time. Now it was too late to retrieve the cover.

She slumped her head back and closed her eyes as her uncle entered the room. As before, he strode directly to the foot of the bed. The difference this time was the fact that all he wore was his robe. And it was open.

His huge, throbbing cock stood rigid. He leaned against the bed and began slowly pumping his fist back and forth on his prick.

As if turning and tossing in her sleep, Sada let her knees fall open and her hand fall across the soft patch of her pubic mound. He groaned aloud and began pumping, his cock even faster.

Neither of them could take the building passion in their bodies.

She opened her eyes. "I'm not asleep, Uncle Phil."

"Sada… I…" He smiled, his eyes sweeping over her generous breasts, down over her rounded hips and long silken legs. Her face was utterly calm and without expression.

It was an eerie sensation, staring directly into his eyes, knowing she was about to fuck him.

"What do you want me to do, Sada?"

She raised her arms and motioned him to her. When he did, she embraced him.

He smiled as he watched her pink tongue quickly darting around her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she leaned into him, claiming his lips with her own. Her breath caught sharply as she felt his length of warm, wet tongue slither into her mouth, her body trembling as he curled his tongue around hers and sucked it firmly as they kissed.

When he casually dropped his hand to her leg; her knees automatically parted. He moved his hand gently on the smoothness of her thigh, and she could feel his breath quicken in her mouth, her own tongue dancing excitedly as he stroked higher, moving his hand over her enticing leg. He moaned as he caressed softly, moving from one leg to the other, higher and higher, feeling her tender flesh quivering as her legs seemed to part slowly with no will of their own.

As her legs parted, it was his turn to tremble as her bare knee brushed against his thigh, then carefully it rest between his legs, pressed gently against the rising bulge of his cock. Sada quivered at the contact and as Phil plunged his tongue down her throat, arching his now fully erect and throbbing prick against her knee, and he heard the soft mewling sound of lust purring deep within her. Moving more confidently, he cupped his hand between her twitching thighs, rubbing firmly against her pussy.

Sada squirmed sensuously, panting. "Oh, Uncle Phil," into his mouth as he slipped his fingers into the tender folds of her cuntlips.

Her knee was now rubbing firmly up and down the hard outline of his cock, but her thoughts were more centralized on the warm, slick moisture filling her pulsing cunt as he slipped his middle finger into the clinging sheath, his thumb finding her cunt, rubbing it as he fingered her.

Gasping as he pulled his lips from hers, he smiled back at her. She was totally aroused and making no move to stop the delightful things his hand was doing to her pussy.

She traced her fingertips over his lips, saying softly, "Oh, God, Uncle Phil, that feels so good!"

He pulled her unresisting hand to his crotch, forcing her fingers to the jumping outline of his aroused cock.

When Sada, almost frantic now, felt the hard bulge jumping against her hand, she cried out softly, closing her hand over it and squeezing as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

He stared into her blank eyes as they broke the kiss, smiling at the look of awe on her face as she closed her hand around the enormous girth of his stretching prick. Sada looked down at the throbbing shaft standing from his hairy crotch like a gleaming lance of flesh, the crimson bulb of the bead, swollen and pulsing with life as she ran her hand up and down the hard, jerking rod.

His other hand then brushed over her thrusting breasts, rubbing them softly before closing over one of them, squeezing and fondling the soft, resilient globe passionately, his fingers playing out over the tip, then closing again slowly, capturing the nipple and wiggling it gently, squeezing and pulling gently at it, going from one to the other.

Not releasing her grip on his prick, Sada trembled. As Phil lowered his head to capture a rosy nipple in his mouth, drawing an it and swirling his tongue over it sensuously, Sada writhed in a frenzy of lust.

"Sada, are you still a virgin?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse with passion.

"Yes," she moaned, "but it's all right. I know it is. Go ahead, put it inside me! Fuck me!"

Sada took his cock and placed it at her cuntlips as he continued to suck her nipples.

"Now," she groaned. "Right there… push it into me!"

He lowered his weight. She felt the knob of his cock sink between her lower lips. Then his shaft was sinking deeply into her cunt and her body began responding. There was no pain, only total joy.

Her eyes opened even wider and she groaned wildly as he continued to push even deeper into her hungry pussy with his fiery cock.

"Yes… yes… yes… it's so good… it's wonderful… beautiful! Do it to me, screw me, fuck me!"

She twisted, turned, pressing hard against him, her head thrown back, her beautiful hair spilling out over the pillow. She turned her upper torso around so that it was against his slavering lips, and he sucked again at her ripe tit until she shook with lust and passion.

He sucked beyond the nipple, the whole mass of meat of her breast going into his mouth.

Below, his thick meat slid in and out of her cunt. The pull of her sucking pussy was unbelievable in its own pleasure. Phil raised up on his anus and lowered himself with exquisite sliding strokes into the gushing liquids of her hole.

The blood raced and pounded in Sada's temples. On the down stroke she would twitch her cunt, now a swirling, cock-squeezing mouth between her legs. Her hot little ass bucked up in the air, lifting him, grinding out little tempos of madness.

"All right… is it all right?" he groaned.

"More… more!" she replied.

It was beginning to burn in her cunt, but it was a pleasant, slow bum. A whimper escaped Sada's lips, and with her hands on the cheeks of his buttocks she pulled him deeper into her and locked her ankles behind him. Then the new fuck began in earnest. He tried to tease her cuntlips with just the knob of his constant erection but she would have none of that and swirled up to meet him, taking it all in her gulping belly. Her body was like clay, molding to his, twisting away, adhering again. They fucked gloriously, lips to lips, crotch to crotch, hard chest to soft breasts, hair to hair.

Sada screamed, "Oh, God, I'm coming again…" She sighed, "Ah, Uncle Phil," as he pumped her into blissful oblivion, her cherry broken and bleeding, painting his balls red with its blood. His cock flooded into her tight pussy and out again like a great tide, bunting and smashing all before it… deeper and deeper, now that the thin membrane was gone, until his pelvis rubbed hard against her raised ass cheeks. He felt the fleshy globes flattening against his hips as he squirmed between her spread thighs.

His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on her shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust deeper and deeper, again and again into her sweet young cunt. He drew them down her back and held her waist for a moment and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs.

He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back and held his stiff prick inside her while he revolved it around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls of her cunt with its giant blood-filled head.

He rocked back and forth on top of her, fucking into her endlessly. And the smile never left Sada's pretty face. She could feel the ragged pink edges of her pussy drawing back with his cock, then swallowing it again hungrily.

With deep-throated groans, they came together one final time, wet and drenched and drowning with each other.

"And it wasn't the last time," Sada said, her words still rushing from her mouth. "We fucked and fucked and fucked, right up until Uncle Phil's conscience got the best of him and he moved away."

"Yes… yes," Meg said, shaking her head, bewildered by Sada's revolting tale. "I remember. He was so strange when he left."

"But he left me with a need," Sada said. "He left me with a knowledge of sex and a need for a cock."