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Mom's Hot - Part 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MOM'S HOTS
by
Melanie Cougercamp
Chapter 1
"MOM!" yelled Tonya, promptly sitting up and wiping her mouth. She'd
been lapping at Suzzy's hard cock, on which Mrs. Poole's eyes were
now glued. Scuzzy returned her gaze, lingering on her exposed
cleavage.
"Oh excuse me!" said Mrs. Poole, turning to go. "I really thought
you were, er, ah, that you'd both gone out."
"Yeah, sure," said Scuzzy, not quite under his breath. It was the
third time that day that she'd interrupted Tonya and Scuzzy.
"I guess Mom likes you," explained Tonya.
"All women like me," said Scuzzy without a trace of irony. "They can
tell that I know how to handle a woman."
"Oh GOD, handle ME!!" Tonya exploded. She went completely limp,
at Scuzzy's mercy, willing him to fuck her brains out. Scuzz
tied her hands to the chair. It was obvious that he really
did know how to handle a woman.
It was obvious to Mrs. Poole as well. Scuzz had been like a bolt
out of the blue to her. She remembered how Tonya had introduced them
and how he seemed to be all bulging erection, the head of his shaft
clearly demarcated under his incredibly tight jeans. Secretly she
wanted to squeeze his cock, but being, well, if not exactly a prude,
then, er, polite, she instead held out her hand. As though reading
her mind, Scuzz ignored the offering and instead gave Mrs. Poole a
hug so thrilling that, unbelievably, an electric orgasm burst jangled
her pussy and climbed up her belly, forcing her to rotate her
hips. Its unexpectedness made it all the more intense.
"Oh god!" she cried, pulling back. Scuzz looked at her with a
smile, as though he knew.
"What is it, Mom?" asked Tonya, responding to her mother's cry.
"Oh -- er -- I just realized that I left my electric curlers on --
I'd better go look after them!" And at that she sheepishly
sailed off, leaving her young daughter with someone who had
given her, Lisa Poole, the fastest orgasm she'd ever had
in her life. Someone who was now going to fuck her daughter,
right under her own roof!
Not that she objected. She and Tonya were not exactly
sexual strangers. Just a few days ago they'd gone shopping for
bathing suits for their coming vacation in Rio, and both had
chosen nearly-nude string bikinis. They tried them out at home.
The panty part was just a string with a little "vee," resting over
Lisa's blonde patch, not even concealing her pink fucklips, which
opened invitingly. Her ass was completely bare except for the string
that did nothing for modesty, and the teensy-weensy bra consisted
of little triangles that hardly hid her large nipples. Altogether
the ensemble said "fuck the living shit out of me!"
"Oh mom, look at your BUSH!" giggled Tonya.
"Well, you're not exactly a Mexican hairless yourself," laughed Lisa.
There was some truth to this. Having bought the "super skinny-dipper"
model, slighly more daring than her Mom's, Tonya was basically
nude, with tantalizing strings that concealed nothing. A cork and
two band-aids would have been more modest. Her pubic hair did nothing
more than to conceal the little button that was to hide her vulva
from the admiring gaze of Rio beach lechers. It would have to go.
"I guess we're going to have to do something about this!" said Lisa.
She got out the shaving gear, and they rearranged the strings.
Lisa went first. She lay back on the kitchen table and Tonya went to
work. Rarely did she have an opportunity to inspect Mom's cunt as
carefully as she did now.
"Gosh, did I really come out of that?" she joked. "I'll bet I
couldn't even get my hand into your pussy!"
"Oh, I don't know about that!" shot back Lisa. "Your dad had,
well, you know." She blushed.
"What do you mean, Mom?" Working around the top of Lisa's vulva,
Tonya put two fingers up her Mom's cunt to make it stretch. There
was still plenty of room.
"Oof!" Lisa gasped with pleasure at the sudden invasion. "Well,
remember how we were down at the Clancy's farm, and there was
that horse?"
"Mom! You don't really mean ..." That horse! That was another story --
had her MOM fucked that horse? That didn't seem like her at all!
Losing control for a moment, Tonya suddenly discovered that her
whole fist had disappeared up her Mom's cunt. Suddenly a jet of
pussy juice flooded her hand.
"Ooops!!" apologized Lisa. "Just thinking about his size ... well,
you've got to be ready!"
Both girls laughed, Tonya partly from relief. That horse ... she was
just saying that Dad's cock was about the size of that horse's.
Finally Lisa was denuded. Tonya was pleasantly suprised by the shapely
curve of her mother's naked pudenda. It stood out proudly, like a
bulging fuck-handle that could be grabbed and fondled. Its pretty slit
seemed to be begging for a horsecock to enter it and clear a pathway
up to her throat.
Tonya imagined her mother being fucked by the Clancy's horse, bare
pussy and all. She liked the idea. "You look really great, mom!"
she exclaimed.
"Hmm," said Lisa, "I feel like a little girl again! Oh well -- now
your turn!"
A few minutes later, they were both in Lisa's bed, recovering
from the post-shave shower they'd taken together. "So it goes,"
a soap opera, was playing on the gigantic bedroom TV. Both had
the hots for Brett, one of the characters.
Lisa placed her hand protectively over her vulva. "It's still a bit tender,"
she explained.
"So's mine," said Tonya.
Lisa's hand was still covering her pussy when Brett appeared. "Isn't
he GORGEOUS?" she breathed. Out of the corner of her eye, Tonya could
see her mom's hand moving slightly. "What a hunk!" she agreed. She
too placed a hand over her pussy. It felt good, and she rubbed it,
almost as though for warmth.
Lisa had now raised her hand slightly, resting two fingers on her labia.
When Brett suddenly reappeared in a skimpy bathing suit, Lisa's
fingers no longer played coy. They took position directly over her
clitoris and described special little circles. "Oh, BRETT!" she groaned.
Emboldened, Tonya grabbed a pillow and forced it between her legs. "Isn't
he FANTASTIC!" she whimpered. "Don't you just want to ... " she checked
herself before completing her sentence.
"Oh YES!" gasped Lisa, who now slid down and without any further pretense
began working her clitoris in earnest. "YES, I WANT TO ..." she gasped,
louder than before, " ... OH YES, BRETT, GIVE IT TO ME ...," voices still
rising.
"HE'S SO HUNKY!" cried Tonya, now grinding against the pillow, losing
herself in her masturbations. "Fuck me Brett," she heard her mother
whisper.
The word "fuck," as spoken by her mother, suddenly made Tonya's pussy
flood with lubricants. Until then, she knew her Mom as -- well, if not
exactly a prude, then a bit -- well, polite. Hearing her say "fuck"
inflamed her with bursting desire, and she joined in.
"OH YES, FUCK ME BRETT!"
That was the signal for total release. Lisa grabbed the little hand-held
masturbation unit that, until now, she'd managed to conceal from her
daughter. She switched in on and worked her little come-button with
her favorite attachment, known as the "Bellygasm head." Tonya
felt deeply appreciative of this new openness. But both were concentrating
hard on Brett.
"FUCK ME HARD, BRETT!" amidst heavy breathing and increasingly
frantic groans of sexual tension.
"BRETT, PLEASE FUCK ME!" as the bed began to bounce from Tonya's exertions.
Both hands were under the pillow, directing the edge against her
vulva with fine, subtle rhythm.
"SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO MY CUNT! YES, RAM IT HARD, DDN'T STOP!" screamed
one of the voices.
"OH, PLEASE FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY CUNT! I LOVE YOU, BRETT!" screamed
another. "OH FUCK YOU, BRETT, FUCK YOUR FUCKING COCK THAT I LOVE!"
"BRETT, I LOVE YOU! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD, BRETT, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO COME!"
said either one or both. "YES, OH FUCK, I'M GOING TO COME
ALL OVER YOUR FACE, YOU BEAUTIFUL COCKFUCK! SHITFUCK! OH, FUCK!!!!"
And both did come, hard.
In the silence afterwards both could still hear the cries of "fuck me
Brett" echoing in their ears, and both were a little embarassed. Still,
it had felt great! Tonya rolled into her mother's waiting arms.
"Nice," she said.
"Mmm," said Lisa, kissing her naked post-orgasmic daughter's hair.
Then, after a pause she added, "You know, Ton, I usually don't use
that -- er -- kind of language."
"Mom?"
"Yes, Ton?"
"URPHHH!" Tonya suddenly thrust her tongue into her mother's mouth.
Lisa received it with eager gratitude.
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