‘You don’t call me Zenobia, you little bitch. Not ever!’ she hissed furiously. ‘To slaves like you I am always mistress!’
My face burning from the slap, I was about to protest, but she spoke first.
‘Now strip, you little object. I am going to give you a sound thrashing for insolence. And then, if you are very lucky, I may get the strap-on out.’
What answer could I make except to start to take off my clothes?
– Debbie Palmer, London, UK
Family Girlfriend
When Mom told me and my sister that her friend, Jayne, in California had invited us all to stay at her place for a couple of weeks, I was happier than a prick in a balloon factory. I’d just completed my first year of college, and was looking forward to a much-needed break before sweating out another year’s tuition at the local lumber yard. And there’s no better place to take a break than sunny Southern California – sand, surf, and snatch!
Cady and I flew out ahead of Mom – she had some work to finish up, but promised to join us in a couple of days – and Jayne was there to greet us at the airport. And what a greeting it was! The freed Iranian hostages weren’t as happy as I was when I googled the foxy, forty-something lady. I hadn’t seen her in ten years, since her husband’s funeral, and the intervening years had been very, very good to her – and to my hormonally supercharged libido.
She was barely clothed in a red tank top and short white skirt, and the plenty of skin showing was tanned a golden-brown. Her sun-bleached blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she had just the right amount of make-up on to really highlight her sky-blue eyes, her high cheekbones, and her full cushiony lips. Her legs were long and slender, smooth-looking, and her plump round butt cheeks jostled provocatively under her tiny skirt. But what really held my eyes, and breath, were her huge top-bursting tits! They were truly mountainous, peaked by jutting nipples that just about punched holes in the thin fabric of her top.
‘H-hi, Mrs Kudlow,’ I stammered, ogling her tremendous tanned chest like every other unbent male at the baggage carousel. The ultra-sexy MILF was exhibiting enough cleavage to be ticketed for indecent exposure, and her massive mams filled my orbs like my hardening dick filled my jockeys.
‘Hi, Kyle!’ she responded enthusiastically, throwing her arms around me. ‘You sure have grown since I saw you last, and please, call me Jayne – Mrs Kudlow makes me sound so old.’
‘S-sure,’ I mumbled, squeezing the mature hottie tight against my body, her over-fluffed pillows pressing heavily into my chest.
‘Don’t squeeze all the air out of her,’ Cady cracked.
I reluctantly gave up the erotic chest-clench, and Jayne hugged my sister, and then we snagged our bags and walked out to Jayne’s minivan. I followed close behind the red-hot mama’s bouncing bottom, and then pushed Cady aside and jumped into the front seat of the van, securing for myself a splendid view of Jayne’s straining whoppers during the long, hard ride back to her place.
Later that night, Cady strolled into my room and plopped down on the end of my bed, clad in only a pair of panties and a sleeveless undershirt, her sleeping attire. She’s the spitting image of our mother, with the same long brown hair, warm brown eyes, and lean supple body, and as I glanced at the eighteen-year-old’s pert titties, I did a mental size comparison with Jayne’s. It was no contest. My little sister, however, had in mind another type of contest.
‘Sooo,’ she said, ‘when’s the K-Man gonna put the moves on our well-endowed hostess?’
I looked at her over the Sports Illustrated I’d been using to cover up my Jayne-inspired hard-on and shrugged. ‘Hey, if the sweet lady happens to fall victim to my innate charm, there’s nothing I can do about it – other than cushion her fall, of course.’ My plan was to put the full-court press on the busty babe the next day, take it to the twin hoops, so to speak.
Cady wrinkled her nose and grinned. ‘Yeah, well, just remember that two can play at that game.’
‘Hey!’ I cried foul, but the come-of-age cutie had already scampered off my bed and out the door, her tight, twitching buttocks telling me it was Game On!
After a restless night, I woke up, blew off some steam in the bathroom, took a shower, and then shuffled out into the living room in search of some breakfast. I was hungry like the wolf, but what was served up to me did absolutely nothing to satisfy my hunger – only increased it tenfold!
Jayne and Cady were bobbing up and down in the swimming pool, in each other’s arms. ‘Damn!’ I grunted. The early bird was getting what my worm so desperately wanted.
The two females were in the deep end of the kidney-shaped pool, and Cady, the three-summer lifeguard, was making out like she couldn’t swim, clinging to my Mom’s breast-blessed friend like she was terrified of drowning. The girls were dressed for pleasure, Cady in a hot-pink string bikini, Jayne in a more subdued blue one. I quickly slipped behind the curtains on the glass sliding doors that overlooked the pool, and then slipped my shorts down to let my swelling dick catch some air, and hand.
‘Don’t let go of me!’ Cady squealed, gunning for an Oscar, her arms coiled around the neck of deep-chested Jayne.
‘I’ve got you,’ Jayne soothed.
‘You sure have,’ Cady cooed, looking up into the luscious lady’s bright-blue eyes. Then, sure enough, the sassy lass kissed the mother I’d love to fuck square on her pouty lips.
Cady held the womanly lip-lock, her hands gripping Jayne’s wet blonde head, the two babes’ bodies pressing together in the sparkling clear water, Jayne’s twin buoys smothering Cady’s teensy tits. Then Cady pulled her head back with a smack, and Jayne gazed at the sultry young seductress like she’d been struck by sexual lightning.
‘I-I’m not sure …’ Jayne stammered. ‘Your mother and I –’
‘Fuck my mother!’ Cady interrupted, mashing her lips back into Jayne’s.
That did it! The overwrought MILF hugged Cady’s slim body against her own big-bumpered body and the two girls sucked face in all sincerity, their inhibitions down the drain. This was California dreamin’ at its finest, and I gave the horny honeys a one-handed standing ovation, fisting my dick with gusto.
The sun-drenched babes kissed hard and long, hungrily devouring each other’s mouths, until Cady darted her kitten-pink tongue in between Jayne’s parted lips and the naughty little minx and the woman old enough to be her mother started frenching each other, their thick slippery tongues swirling together in a heated, jumbled rush.
‘Yes, Mrs Kudlow!’ Cady moaned, Jayne’s tongue filling the teen’s mouth, painting her glossy lips.
The two hotties feverishly frenched for what seemed like forever, the blistering sun beating down on them, their hands diving into the shimmering water to urgently feel up each other’s bods, me waxing my dong like it was a surfboard and a huge breaker was heading for shore. Cady eventually ended the sensual tongue-swiping, then towed the sexed-up Jayne to the shallow end of the pool, swimming the short distance with an assured stroke. They stood in the waist-deep sun-dappled water, facing each other, and Cady slid the twin strained-to-the-max straps holding up the mature gal’s bikini top off her shoulders and exposed Jayne’s magnificent mammaries.
‘Beautiful!’ Cady and I breathed in unison, eyeing the older woman’s humungous hooters.
Her tits were the size of over-ripe melons, their all-natural goodness certified by the slight saggage they exhibited, and they were capped by rigid chocolate-hued nipples of at least an inch in length. Cady reached out and cupped Jayne’s bountiful bronze breasts.
‘Yes!’ the chest-heavy ma’am moaned, her giant jugs heaving, obviously super-sensitive to the touch.
I polished my pole and watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Cady squeezed and kneaded Jayne’s thunderous tits, the teenager’s tiny hands not quite up to the gargantuan task. She bent her head down and lashed at one of Jayne’s obscenely distended nipples with her mischievous tongue, and Jayne moaned with the erotic impact.
‘
Suck my tits, Cady!’ she urged, grabbing my sister’s head and pulling it into her knockers.
Cady grasped the groaning gal’s well-seasoned casabas as best she could and applied a serious tongue-pasting to them. She earnestly licked at first one fully flowered nipple and then the other, teasing them to what had to be painful erection. Then the teen queen latched her puffy lips onto Jayne’s rock-hard right nipple and sucked on it like she was trying to suck the air, or liquid, right out of that lady’s fantastic flopper.
‘God, yes!’ Jayne gasped, her eyes half-closed, her silver-lacquered fingernails digging sharply into Cady’s bare shoulders, her sun-burnished body rippling like the water around her.
Cady mouthed as much of Jayne’s round mound as she could, which wasn’t much, her cheeks billowing in and out as she greedily sucked on the woman’s throat-plugging nipple and tugged on her huge hanger. Then she disgorged the one over-swollen nipple in a shower of saliva and went to work on the other, vacuuming it into her mouth and sucking hard on it, feeding on Jayne’s boobs, her innocent brown eyes staring up into the ecstatic face of her big-breasted, more-than-twice-as-old lover.
‘Enough of that, young lady!’ Jayne finally commanded, regaining some of her sexual equilibrium. She pulled Cady up off her chest and kissed the panting teen, then untied the girl’s bikini top and exposed Cady’s schoolgirl titties to the sunshine, and her hands. She excitedly mauled and mouthed Cady’s girlish boobs for a while, before grabbing the hard-breathing hottie’s hand and leading her out of the pool and onto the diving board.
She pushed Cady down flat on her back on the quivering springboard, then reverse-mounted her, so that her knees were straddling Cady’s head, and Cady was looking up into the mature lady’s bikini bottom. Jayne quickly unfastened Cady’s skimpy cunny-covering and dived tongue-first into the teenager’s shaved snatch.
‘Fuck, yeah!’ Cady howled, fumbling aside Jayne’s bikini bottom so she could attack the woman’s quim in kind.
I gazed deliriously at the dripping, drop-dead gorgeous babes’ bodies as they desperately sixty-nined each other, my sweaty palms providing just the lubrication I needed to buff my wood. Jayne hastily spread Cady’s pink pussy lips with her slender fingers and licked at the writhing girl’s slit, over and over, thumb-rubbing clit while she urgently tongued twat. Cady buried her pretty face in between Jayne’s trembling legs and lapped anxiously at the furry clam that was served up to her.
And just as I threw back my head and grunted with joy as I blasted an opening salvo of white-hot jism against the heated windowpane, Cady cried out with her own personal ecstasy and gushed girly-juice into Jayne’s gaping mouth. The two of us spewed cum like twin geysers, me splashing the window, Cady splashing Jayne’s face, again and again and again.
Cady’s hot little bod quivered with girl-inspired orgasm, but she still somehow managed to jam two of her fingers into Jayne’s gash and piston them in and out, which proved to be the trigger for Jayne’s all-out release. The MILF’s heavenly hooters undulated with euphoria as she was blown away by Cady’s muff-pumping digits and clit-lashing tongue.
It was the most thrilling threeway I’d ever experienced – without being an actual participant.
I vowed to follow up my sister’s trailblazing seduction with some mother-fucking of my own, and I didn’t have to wait long to get my chance. After a hearty breakfast interrupted repeatedly by Jayne and Cady glancing at each other and giggling, we three sun-worshippers enjoyed a leisurely lounge around the swimming pool. And after toasting ourselves for an hour or two, Jayne suggested we have a picnic lunch at a local park that afternoon.
‘I’ll pass,’ Cady said, eyeing me over her shades and smiling. ‘I’m not very hungry for some reason; I think I’ll go shopping instead.’
So, come noontime, Jayne dropped Cady off at a mall, and then she and I drove out to a small secluded park which commanded a spectacular view of the ocean. We shared small talk and chicken salad sandwiches, before I casually mentioned that I’d seen some rather arousing aquatic activity only earlier that morning.
‘What!?’ Jayne shrieked, spraying me with cola.
I nodded sagely, gave her my Valentino stare, and then stood up and strolled over to her side of the picnic table. I placed my hands on her smooth sun-freckled shoulders and started some sensual massage, my dick pitching a tent in my shorts. She mumbled something about her responsibility to my mother, but I was too busy feeling up the buxom beauty’s buff shoulders to listen.
She was wearing a purple tube-top literally bursting at the seams and a pair of hanky-sized pink shorts, and her silky blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, just like my hands. I let them roam down her arms, then her sides, before not-so-subtly reaching around and grabbing onto her big, bold breasts and squeezing.
‘Oh, God, Kyle!’ Jayne breathed, her head lolling back as I buried my face in her soft scented hair, kissed and tongued the hot brown flesh of her neck, worked her tits.
I licked in behind her delicately shaped ears, inside her ears, clutching and kneading her massive mams all the while, and the shapely babe on the shady side of forty responded exactly as I hoped. She pulled her legs out from under the picnic table, shook off my hands, and climbed on top of the rustic eating platform. She sat up on the table, looked me in the eye, and then rolled her tube-top down, displaying her eye-popping jugs for me and the seagulls to see.
‘Come to mama!’ she said saucily, shaking her tanned ta-ta’s at me.
I took a quick glance around, saw only green trees and blue ocean, and then dove into the fired-up female’s cleavage like a Spanish explorer diving into the fountain of youth. I jammed my face in between Jayne’s awesome bumpers and lapped happily at her warm, moist tit-canyon, and she shoved her boobs together and urged me on.
I kissed and licked her humid, depthless cleft, her blue-veined titties feeling great against my shaven cheeks. Then I pulled back and anxiously grabbed up her boisterous boobies again, juggled them around some, my wrists almost snapping with the weighty exertion. I pushed her fleshy fruits together and played my tongue across both her pointed nipples at once, coating her rigid inchers with my hot spit.
‘Enough of that, young man!’ Jayne suddenly intoned, after I’d tongued her rubbery tit-caps for a glorious couple of minutes. ‘Show me your cock!’
I gave the MILF’s monster mounds one final lick and squeeze and then yanked down my shorts, my steel-hard cunt/tit-splitter springing out into the salty sea air. Jayne surveyed my seven-inch fuck-stick approvingly, then gestured at me to climb aboard the wooden table where more than food was being served. I scrambled to comply, and was soon teetering on the sagging seat planks, my throbbing rod only inches away from Jayne’s plush, puckered lips.
She laid a firm experienced hand on my dong, then started sliding her hand back and forth, her fingers swirling up and down on my manhood, around and over the top of my bloated purple hood, while my body jerked like a puppet with its strings cut. I seemed to blissfully hang in mid-air, with only Jayne’s gripping, groping hand on my pulsating cock preventing me from floating away, or falling over backwards.
Then she grasped my dick at the furry base and stuck out her silver-tinted tongue and flicked the tip of it across my yawning slit. She twirled her warm wet tongue all around my mushroomed cocktop and teased the super-sensitive underside of my shaft, before sucking my knob into her mouth and tugging on it.
‘Fuck, yeah, suck my cock, Mrs Kudlow!’ I howled, sending seagulls sailing into the air.
The breasty blonde didn’t need any encouragement, or instruction. She quickly and expertly inhaled three-quarters of my stiffy without batting a blackened eyelash, and then bobbed her head up and down on my prick, her bee-stung, red-painted lips gliding easily and erotically back and forth on my meat. And as she expertly blew me, juggled my balls around and pinched my nipples, she occasionally hoovered my entire dong into her mouth and throat and held it there, her nose nuzzling my pubes, before disgorging a thi
rd of my rod and taking up with her hummer again.
It quickly became way too much for a freshman like me to handle. I clutched at the sexy mama’s sun-bleached hair and was just about to blow hot seed down her throat when she sensed my distress and spat out my jacked-up cock. ‘Tit-fuck me!’ she yelled.
I grabbed my slickened schlong and slammed it in between Jayne’s proffered jugs, started churning my hips with everything I had, frantically polishing the wicked lady’s tit-tunnel with my prick. She spat into the superheated chasm between her knockers to give me extra lube, and the incendiary heat and slimy friction felt fucking marvellous! I plunged my cock into the babe’s amazing cleavage faster and faster as she shoved her pillows together and urged me on with some dirty talk.
‘Fuck almighty!’ I bellowed before long, tearing a hole in the surf-softened air. My balls boiled out of control and my cock jetted white-hot jism, a devastating orgasm detonating inside me.
‘Cum all over my tits!’ Jayne shouted, sperm splashing against her neck, onto her face. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and I wildly rocketed semen directly down her throat, coming in a frenzy, like a MILF-virgin with years and years of pent-up, pressurised frustration behind him.
It was only when Cady and I witnessed Jayne and Mom greet each other at the airport that we stopped congratulating ourselves on our powers of seduction – the two super-hot women excitedly embraced and hungrily kissed one other, demonstrating for all to see that they were a lot more than just old friends.
‘Your kids and I have really bonded, Marion – just like you said we would!’ Jayne gushed, as Mom winked at me and my sister over the buxom blonde’s shoulder.
– K.W., Minnesota, USA
Moving On
Afterwards I blamed Gary. He was totally responsible for what happened because he started on me – again!
‘Look, Bridie, we know you’ve tried hard,’ he said. ‘But you still can’t pay your share.’ I recall dreading the next stage. ‘Since you gave up being a Goth you look fantastic so why not trade on your assets?’
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