by Jack Allen
When he started to cum, it was a welcome relief from the relentless pounding. She was going to be sore in the morning.
Ian’s hot cum filled her up. Sandy purred softly, and poked her tongue into Koki’s pussy. Her skin became hypersensitive. She could feel every bump and ridge on Ian’s cock, could feel the pulsing of his blood through the veins and the throbbing and swelling of the shaft every time it pumped more cum into her womb.
Her eyes snapped open. Her stomach tightened. What was she thinking? She wasn’t prepared for this. What if he got her pregnant? What was she going to tell Greg?
Ian’s hips stopped pumping. He was breathing hard. Sandy was too limp to move. Ian’s cock was still pulsing inside her. It was sliding in and out very slowly, and his cum dribbled out and ran down the inside of her thigh.
She lifted her head off of Koki’s belly. Koki had a horny smile on her face, but it vanished when she saw her face.
“I think I ... I think I’d better get home,” Sandy said.
She sat in the passenger seat, huddled into a ball, wishing she could make herself smaller, wishing she would disappear into the seat. Beside her, Greg was driving, telling her about the interesting new friends he had made. She tried not to look at him.
She wanted to tell him everything that had happened. She wanted to tell him about Ian’s huge cock, and about how she had sex with a girl who looked young enough to be their daughter but could do things sexually that she never even dreamed of.
And she wanted to know everything he did. He was telling her about someone whose name she didn’t catch, but he said nothing about having sex with anyone. It would be a thrill to hear him tell her about having sex with another woman. But how would he react if he knew that Ian’s cum was still leaking from her pussy?
When they got home, Cameron and Amanda were still up. The babysitter gave them a rundown of how their evening went. Sandy nodded as she listened, but she could not help sneaking glances at her body. She was an attractive young woman, just barely eighteen and still in high school. Sandy licked her lips. How would she feel about going to bed with an older woman?
Greg took her out to the car to drive her home. For an instant, Sandy considered telling him to stop somewhere and fuck her brains out, then come home and tell her all about it, while she was sucking his cock, but she held her tongue. Could she suggest something so outrageous?
She got Cameron and Amanda ready for bed. The whole time, they kept looking at her funny. Was it just her imagination? Could they tell by looking at her that she had sex with a strange man and a strange woman tonight? Could they smell Ian’s cum drying on her skin? For that matter, could they tell that their father had probably slept with a woman who wasn’t their mother?
She stood at Amanda’s door for a few moments, watching her sleeping face, before she went into the bedroom, stripped out of her clothes and climbed into bed. It was late, and she was exhausted. She had been fucked twice already tonight, had been fucked harder than ever before in her life, and she couldn’t wait for Greg to get home so she could seduce him into fucking her one more time. Maybe she would even ask him to fuck her in the ass, like he was always begging her to try. She sighed. Things were going to be a lot different.
* * * *
Greg stopped the pickup truck in the driveway, and let out a breath. It was only two in the afternoon, but for him, it had been a long day. It wasn’t often that he had to be on the job site by six a.m. on a Saturday, then pick up the kids at one thirty.
Cameron and Amanda jumped out of the truck. He was on the passenger side, and she was behind him.
“Watch out for the mud,” Greg said, but they were already out of the truck and running into the house.
He shook his head. When did they stop listening to him?
He got out of the truck and stopped on the side of the driveway, looking at the truck. The sides were covered with mud. It was still wet, but it would dry quickly, and then it would be nearly impossible to get off without ruining the paint. And Cameron was supposed to help him unload the truck. Where did he go?
He went into the house. There was an apple pie on the counter in the kitchen, but where was Sandy?
“Cameron?” he said.
He stopped in the kitchen by the back door. Cameron was in the family room, looking out the sliding glass door at something in the back yard. But all he could see was the back of the reclining chair, where it looked like Sandy was sitting with a big sun hat and a book.
“Cameron? Get the stuff out of the truck, would you, please?” he said.
“Sure, Dad,” Cameron said.
But his gaze lingered out the sliding glass door for a few seconds before he finally tore himself away and went back out the front door to the truck.
Greg put his hands on his hips. What the hell was he looking at? He went out to the family room to see for himself. He looked out the sliding glass door to the back yard, and his eyes got wide and his eyebrows went up.
Sandy was there on the back deck, reclined on the lawn chair with her big sun hat and a book. But she was wearing the tiniest bikini he had ever seen. He blinked and leaned closer to the sliding glass door for a better look. His nose touched the glass. That was a new bikini. When did she get that? She hadn’t worn a bikini since before she was pregnant with Cameron. He grinned. She still looked hot. No wonder Cameron was checking her out.
His grin fell. Cameron was staring at his Mom like he thought she was hot. There was something wrong about that, wasn’t there? His own son checking out his mother in such a sexual way was just creepy, wasn’t it? So why was it getting him aroused?
The front door opened and Cameron came in with some of the equipment from the truck. Greg tore himself away from the sight of Sandy on the deck and dashed back into the kitchen.
“Where do you want me to put this stuff, Dad?” Cameron said.
“Uh ... Just put it by the basement stairs. I’ll get it later.”
Greg opened the refrigerator and pretended to look for something, hoping he could hide the bulge in the front of his jeans from Cameron, hoping the cool air would help make his erection go down.
The back door opened and Sandy came in.
“What are you looking for, hon? Dinner’s not for a few more hours,” she said.
“Uh, nothing. Just something to snack on.”
“How about if you snack on some of this?” Sandy said.
Greg turned his head in her direction. She had turned her side and was rubbing her ass, which was shiny with suntan lotion. His eyes got wide. The thin strap in the back ran between her cheeks, exposing her entire ass. Was it legal to go out in public like that? It certainly wasn’t helping his erection.
Sandy looked down at the front of his jeans.
“What have you been up to with that?” she said.
She reached down and rubbed the hard lump of his erection, and leaned forward and licked the side of his neck. His back stiffened, and his erection throbbed in his jeans.
“I, uh ...” He cleared his throat. “I was, uh, going to ask you the same question.”
Sandy stepped back. She spun around slowly, with her arms out.
“It’s new. You like it?”
“It’s great. You look ... fucking hot,” Greg said.
As she turned away, he noticed that she had put an ashtray and an empty tumbler with ice on the counter. When did she start drinking and smoking again?
She turned back to face him and squeezed her boobs in both hands.
“It makes me feel fucking hot. It makes me feel like fucking,” she said.
She dropped to her knees in front of him. The refrigerator door was still open, blowing all of its cold air on him. She pulled down the zipper of his jeans, reached into the fly, and pulled his cock out. She stroked it in her hand and looked up at him with a big smile.
“I swear to God, Greg. Your cock is getting bigger,” she said.
A tingle ran down his spine. All the taboos that they were breaking gave hi
m an odd thrill. Rarely did she ever use the word fuck, and he had never heard her say cock before.
She opened her mouth and started sucking his cock. He groaned.
“Baby? What are you doing? The kids are gonna catch us. What if Mr. Gustav comes over again?” he said.
Sandy pulled his cock out of her mouth with a deep gasp.
“He’s a horny old bastard. I bet it’s been years since he had a good blowjob. Hell, I’ll give him one, too,” she said, and started sucking his cock even harder.
Greg groaned again. He buckled at the waist and put his hands on her shoulders to hold himself up. At that moment, he didn’t care if Ed McMahon came to the door with a check for a million dollars, as long as she kept sucking him like that.
Sandy pounded herself on his cock, making herself gag like she was choking. He stared down at the top of her head. She had more of his cock in her mouth than she ever had before, but it was like she wanted more. What was she trying to do, swallow it? Whatever she was doing, it felt great, and it was going to make him cum.
“Oh fuck yeah, Sandy,” he said.
He held her head in both hands and bucked his hips forward. His cock throbbed. His cum filled her cheeks. She kept her lips sealed around his cock until he finished, even when the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and made her gag.
When his cock stopped pulsing, she swallowed his cum, took his cock out of her mouth, and licked up any cum that remained on the shaft or the head.
Greg could only watch. Lately, her behavior had become very unusual. In the past, it was rare that she ever let his cum touch her lips, much less drink it up. Now, though, it was like her favorite liquor.
Someone came down the stairs. From the hallway, Amanda’s voice called for Sandy.
“Mom?” she said.
Sandy stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Greg turned back to the open refrigerator and stuffed his cock back into his jeans, just as Amanda came into the kitchen.
“Mom? I’m hungry,” she said.
“See what you can find in the fridge, dear. I already had my snack,” Sandy said.
Greg moved away from the refrigerator so Amanda could get in, but he was staring at Sandy with his mouth hanging open. She was headed for the stairs and stopped to look back at him with a quick wave and a smile. Greg swallowed hard. This was too much to believe. He was married to a cum whore.
* * * *
Sandy picked up the two cups filled with fruit juice and ice, and smiled at the kid behind the counter. He was staring at her boobs, not paying attention to where he put the money in the cash register.
“Thanks,” Sandy said, and turned away from the counter with a cup of juice in each hand.
Behind her was a line of people waiting to buy juices at the juice counter, and beyond them, the pool where people were swimming and kids were splashing. She walked back to the recliners, where her sister was sitting. She had a towel around her waist and only the tiny bikini top covering her breasts. It wasn’t hard to notice how everyone around the pool, especially the men, was checking her out.
She had to fight back a big grin. She loved the way her big boobs jiggled in the new bikini when she walked, almost like she wasn’t wearing a top at all, and she loved the way men could not resist looking at them.
Even her sister, Helen, was watching her as she got to the reclining deck chairs and handed one of the juices to her. She was shaking her head.
“I can’t believe they let you in the pool in that bikini, Sandy,” she said, and took a sip of her juice through the straw. “Hell, I can’t believe they let you out in public like that.”
Sandy sat back on her recliner and sipped her juice. In the pool, not far from them, Cameron and Helen’s daughter Anne were splashing water on Amanda.
“Are you kidding? I look hot in this,” Sandy said.
Helen snorted.
“You should see all the men that are staring at you.”
“Oh, I saw them,” Sandy said, and sipped her juice again.
Helen stirred her juice with the straw.
“So tell me again about these parties you and Greg are going to,” she said.
“Well ... You see, it’s his friend Joe from work, and his wife, Martha. They host these parties about every other week. And they invite all these other people who, you know, they belong to this, like, club, only it’s not a club.”
Sandy reached into her purse. She had a flask of vodka in there somewhere, but where was it?
“And what do you do at these parties?” Helen said.
Sandy’s fingers touched the cold metal of the flask. She looked over at her sister. Helen was sipping her juice, and her attention was on the hunky lifeguard who was sitting on the high, white chair next to the pool. She quickly poured some vodka into her juice, and dropped the flask back into her purse.
“Well, we, you know, we meet new people, and we make new friends, and then we ...”
Helen turned and looked at her.
“Then you what?”
“Then we have sex with them.”
Helen’s eyebrows went up.
“You and Greg go to swapping parties?”
She started to laugh out loud, with her hand covering her mouth. Some of her juice spilled on the cement and the recliner. Sandy frowned and looked away. Her face was burning.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe it,” Helen said. She leaned closer over the arm of her recliner and lowered her voice. “Are you really having sex with other men?”
Sandy looked at her again. There was genuine curiosity in her sister’s eyes.
“Yes. But the best part was ...”
Sandy hesitated. The words caught in her throat. Could she tell her own sister that she had sex with a woman and she really enjoyed it? She glanced at Helen’s body, barely concealed under her own swimsuit. That was the whole reason for telling her about the parties.
She looked around to make sure no one else was listening. She cleared her throat.
“I met this guy who had a really huge cock,” Sandy said.
She held her hands apart, trying to recall the length of Ian’s cock. Helen’s eyebrows went up.
“Jesus. And Greg’s all right with this?”
Sandy shrugged. “It was his idea. Besides, he’s fucking other women, too.”
But Helen was shaking her head. Sandy wanted to deny it, at least defend her decision, but it was too difficult to ignore. The whole thing made her uneasy, too.
She glanced at Helen’s chest again. Her sister had a great body, as well. She had no reason to hide it when she had so much to flaunt, which made what she wanted to ask so much more difficult. She wanted to convince Helen and her husband to come to the parties with her and Greg, not because she wanted to have sex with her brother-in-law, but because she wanted to have sex with Helen.
“Cameron is really growing up,” Helen said.
Sandy shook her head. “Huh?”
Helen pointed to the pool. Cameron was standing on the edge, saying something to Anne and Amanda, who were in the water.
“It’s hard to believe he’s so grown up. Have you been checking his underwear? He looks like he’s carrying a little something extra in there. Does he take after Greg in that department?” Helen said.
Sandy pushed her sunglasses down on her nose and looked over them at her son. Her eyes narrowed. He did have a noticeable bulge in the front of his swim trunks. Her lower lip stuck out. She had to admit, she had noticed it, but didn’t think anything of it. She pushed the sunglasses back up on her nose.
“God, I need a cigarette,” she said.
Helen didn’t say anything. She was watching Cameron, too. Did she have the same thought in her head? It was a strange sensation. She couldn’t believe she was even thinking about her own son as a sex partner. But was it any different from thinking of her sister as a sex partner?
Could she imagine herself having sex with Cameron? How would it feel to have him between her legs, with his penis
inside her? She shivered and squeezed her legs together. Shouldn’t she be ashamed that the idea of having sex with her own son got her turned on?
* * * *
The next party at Martha and Phils’s was on the night of the Stanley Cup finals. Sandy sat in the car next to Greg with her hands folded in her lap and an amused smile on her face. The shock that hit her when he told her he’d rather go to the party than stay home and watch the game hadn’t worn off.
However, Phil had the game on the big screen tv when they got there. From the look on Greg’s face, he was anxious to join the other guys and the few women to watch the game with a cold beer and a bowl of pretzels, but he stayed back. Sandy’s eyes narrowed. Was this man really her husband?
Martha gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek when they came in. While she was leaned toward Greg to give him a kiss, with one foot up, Sandy let her eyes wander down over Martha’s figure. She was slim, and had nice legs. She and her husband Phil were younger than them, but only by a few years.
Sandy licked her lips. Could she see herself in bed with Martha? Even better, could she see herself in bed with Martha and Greg?
Martha held Sandy’s hand, and together they looked into the main room, where most of the men were watching the big screen tv.
“I’m so sorry about the circumstances. I think most of the men would rather watch the game than share the company of a woman tonight. Would you like me to help you pick someone out?” she said.
Sandy squeezed Martha’s hand in both of hers.
“Not tonight. I think I’d like to try it on my own,” she said.
“That’s great. That’s what I like to hear. As for your husband, I have someone very special for him tonight,” Martha said.
“Great. Have fun.”
Sandy leaned forward to give Martha another kiss, except that Martha’s head didn’t turn at the last moment like she expected, and her kiss landed on her lips. Martha held Sandy’s hand, as if she wanted to keep her there for a longer kiss. Their lips sizzled where they touched, and Sandy, too, wanted to hold the kiss longer, and make it deeper.
