Threesome for mom

CHAPTER EIGHT

Meg went to bed that night torn between the lust in her body and the empathy she felt for Sada. Their roles were just reversed. When she was young, and even after she had finally married, Meg had never been able to give complete vent to the passion that raged in her body. Now, older and, she thought, wiser, she felt she could.

Sada, on the other hand, had experienced much in her early youth and now that she was married she wanted to put all that behind her and settle down with one man.

Meg didn't know what to ten her. She also didn't know what to do when Jerry came to her again. And she knew he would. She finally fell asleep with the question on her mind, when… when?

She found out a few hours later. She was awakened by strong arms around her and a naked, male body pressed against her. Her eyes flew to the cock beside the bed. It was four o'clock in the morning.

"Meg…" Jerry breathed in her ear.

"Jerry… what are you doing in here? Are you crazy?"

"Yeah. Crazy for your body," he whispered.

"Jerry!"

She was hot. Jerry was hot, his erection burning against her body. She knew she couldn't endure too much of his touch without fucking him.

Then his mouth found hers, probed gently, and her tongue moved against her to meet his. Her body nuzzled eagerly against him.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of his fingers on her vulva. Her thighs closed in heat.

"I said it wasn't going to happen," she protested weakly, his mouth reaching again for hers with new frenzy.

His mouth filled hers while their tongues entwine and his hands moved about her lushly rounded flesh.

Impatience rose in Meg – lust burned in her cunt and her slender fingers groped between them, searching for his cock. She heard the groan low in his throat as she fondled his thick shaft.

"Jerry," she moaned, "we can't… not with Sada right in the next room."

"But I want you," he whispered. "I've got to have you."

"Not like this… I can't… I just can't."

"I'm right then… c'mon."

He pulled her from the bed. Fucking a blanket under his arm he tiptoed from the worn and down the stain.

"Where are we going?"

"Out on the beach," he said aver his shoulder in the darkness. "Watch your step."

Leaving the house, they made their way don the beach. He spread the blanket. "Okay… take your pajamas off."

Shivering, more from anticipation than cold, Meg disrobed. They stood, silhouetted against the night sky, in their nudity.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"So are you, Jerry," she gulped and thought, forgive me, Sada… please forgive me.

They stood there, Jerry's eyes fastened on her. He traced his tongue about his sensuous mouth as she stood before him, dropping her top to the sand. For one anguished moment, she thought he was going to grab her and throw her to the sand.

"Come on," he said thickly, reaching for her hand. "Let's try the water."

The water as ice on her hot body. But then Jerry's arms were closing in about her, and she felt his heat. His mouth found hers as the waves moved about them, the heat of him insistent at the core of her.

It was crazy, she thought, yet a wonderful kind of craziness.

"Jerry, not here," she gasped, when his mouth finally released hers.

"Why not?" he challenged.

The waves lapped around them. The sand shifted beneath their feet. He sought her cunt and probed.

"Jerry, you're out of your mind," Meg said shakily, excitement lifting her to dizzying heights.

"Not yet," he corrected, his voice hoarse. "In a minute, maybe."

"Oh, Jerry," she whispered, her voice rising to a crescendo, matching the passion that rippled through her as she welcomed all of him.

It was difficult to reach her ripe breasts with his mouth while still jabbing away at her with his drenched shaft, but the pleasure was well worth the effort. He sucked pink, wet nipples between his lips and felt the salty tips harden. Her tits were sopping wet with both his slavering mouth and the splashing ocean foam.

He drew a large portion of her curving tit into his mouth along with the nipple, and, with both hands firmly planted under her heaving buttocks, he rammed and thrust and jerked in her body with all his might. He felt his tool enlarging, warmed by her cunt, then shrinking, cooled by the waves.

Her jutting breasts tasted delicious and he took them and again sucked in the hardened nipples where he could bite them gently with his teeth.

Meg squealed and clawed at his back.

Time after time they both neared the climactic point and the water tickling seemed sensational, almost unbearable. Jerry stopped long enough for the tides of lust to subside, only to begin a furious underwater stroking that brought them back closer and closer to the brink of their own private heaven.

"Oh, fuck me, darling! Fuck me out here like this forever! Don't stop! Give it to me, I want to feel that hot, sweet cum in my belly! Give it to me!"

He slid his hands underneath her ass and dug his fingers into the firm round globes of her flesh. He pulled her heard against him and held her close. He felt her cool hands on his cock and then she was guiding it back into her foamy cunt again.

It felt so wet and gooey, Meg sighed and panted, never having felt such sexual thrills before. The thick tool of flesh slid into her deeper and deeper and made its way deep into her cunt. She climbed up on Jerry, above water level, and straddled him with her supple white thighs. And she didn't care who was watching her, if anyone was. She was free! Completely free!

"I love you, darling," she moaned. "It sounds crazy, but I know I love you!" in one sweet, gentle motion, she rose over his erect cock, and once more finding it with the lips of her slit, she again sank down on it, back into the water, gorging her cunt with his swollen meat.

She sighed, her eyes half-closed in rapture. "That feels so good. Nothing has ever felt that good before. Nothing… and no one… can fuck like you!"

"Make it last… make it last!" Jerry whispered.

"Oh, I will, I will!" she cried, sliding up and down, little waves slapping at her bare ass.

He humped into her vigorously. He bit her shoulder and the pain of the bite only served to increase the pleasure she felt as he continued coming into her. She screamed out onto the dark night with passion, wanting that hammer of flesh to surge into her forever. This moment, this second is forever! This instant of sexual joy, his cock buried in me, is all I'll ever want.

She felt his juices of lust spurting again and again, filling her, until his body had drained itself completely of its hot white cum.

The next few days passed with Jerry manipulating and completely satisfying his mother-daughter harem. Twice he and Meg were almost caught. But both times he managed to slither back to his and Sada's bedroom.

The second time was barely by the skin of his teeth. He and Meg had been in the bathroom behind a locked door. Meg had been almost ready to step into the tub when Jerry opened the door and slipped into the room behind her. "I've got something for you," he said, laughingly.

She turned to see him advance toward her with his huge hunk of meat hard and ready before him.

"Good, Lord, Jerry!" she said, unable to keep from laughing, "Not in here!"

"Hell, yes, in here!" he replied. "Not only in here, but… in here." He pointed to the tub.

"You're crazy," she said, but she loved the wild freedom his crazy ideas gave her mind and body. She would have fucked him anywhere, and he knew it.

"You ever do it in a bathtub?" he asked, his eyes filled with invitation and teasing.

"Not yet," she said, and stepped in beside him.

"That's my girl," he laughed.

The scented water was warm and pleasant to her skin. So were Jerry's hands and lips. Meg lay back in the shallow water while his hands and his mouth roamed over her body. Her eyes traveled compulsively to the images of them in the mirror.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his weight moving sensuously above her.

"Like fucking," she replied, smiling.

Meg wanted him badly. But she could wait. She could let him play his little games with her body. She loved it because she knew how glorious the climax would be when it came.

His cock was standing straight up out of the water. It seemed to swell even more as Meg leaned back in the tub, her legs spread wide, cunt barely below water level, and open for his inspection. Just his staring at it tormented her. She slid down further in the water until she was completely on her back. Jerry was on his knees in front of her. The tub was big, so there was still plenty of room around them.

"Here's to a long and lasting relationship," he said, smiling at her through the vee fanned by her legs.

She could feel his breath, under water, on her pussy. His lips were caressing her, sipping at the outer lips. Then she felt his mouth cover her slit.

She twisted her fingers in his curly hair, trying to pull his face all the way into her cunt. He spurted a mouthful of water into her hole and it felt exactly like she was taking a full load of his hot cum. When he had shot the last of the warm water up her cunt, he located her clit and laved it with a few wet strokes.

Aft several repetitions of this action, mouthfuls of oiled water being spit into her insides, Meg was out of her mind. She found that she was stroking her tits. He gave her steaming cunt kiss after lingering kiss, suck after long, draining suck, his mouth open against her open pussy, already slippery from his licking and the bath oil.

That tongue worked her cunt, fucking her with it, spreading her vagina with the full width of it. Going lower and smearing her ass with its slapping, she could feel its tip on her asshole.

Jerry withdrew his tongue from her rear hole very slowly, sending chills and hot flashes throughout her body. Then his thirsty mouth was clamped again over her cunt, sucking and licking.

He lapped at her pussy until its quivering forced his tongue back to her bottom, and once more she felt his fiery tongue spearing, drilling into her anus. She was splashing water madly.

"Now we're ready to fuck," he announced, and placed his pulsating, throbbing cock at the entrance to her slit.

When at last he speared her with the full length of his rod, she groaned as though she were taking it for the first time. So expert was he at its use, she never failed to get a new, strange thrill every time he rammed it into her.

She could taste the juices from her well-oiled cunt when he drove his tongue between her parted lips.

Completely removed from herself now, Meg found herself digging her nails into his ass and begging him to keep fucking her. She wanted him to keep eating her pussy forever.

"Oh, shit," he said, suddenly puffing his dick from her unsatisfied cavern and scrambling from the tub.

"What is it? What's the matter," Meg gasped, her belly knotting with unfulfilled passion.

"Didn't you hear the door? Sada just came home."

Grabbing a towel, he bolted into the hall and through the door into their bedroom. He just made it before Meg heard the sound of Sada's footsteps on the stairs.

Meg climbed from the tub and pulled a big beach towel around her body. She opened the door just a crack, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling with fear.

Through the crack in both the bathroom and the bedroom door, she could see Jerry stretched nude across the bed, his massive cock erect above his hairy groin.

Sada approached the bed.

"Jesus Christ… what happened to you?" Sada said.

"I got hot and horny just lying here thinking about you," Jerry quipped.

"I'll bet," she laughed.

"You want me to pull it off and waste it?" he said. "Better yet, I suggest you wrap your pretty lips around it, love of my life."

Sada lay beside him and put her head on his shoulder. She slid her hand across his belly and wrapped it around his thick hunk of meat. "You know something? You're a real sex maniac."

"You love it and you know it!" Jerry said.

"I know," Sada laughed.

"You like that big cock of mine, don't you, Sada baby?"

She showed him how much she liked it. She jacked it tenderly a few times, then urged it up toward her mouth.

Jerry raised his hips, and Meg saw the huge cock part her daughter's lips.

Sada drew peat, heaving sucks from it, licked the bottom of its length, curled her tongue around his balls, and without a moment's hesitation, and tasted the saltiness of his anus with the tip of her pink tongue.

"Terrific," she murmured, her eyes telling him how passionate she felt. "But let me close the door. Mom's liable to walk by. Jesus, as horny as she is, if she ever saw that hunk of meat she might rape you!"

Meg closed the bathroom door and sank in a heap to the tiled floor. Sobs choked in her throat. For the first time in a long time she felt jealousy.

And she knew it would get worse.

And she knew that it would have to end.