“Because I want this cock in my pussy!”
“Here… or should we leave?” Tom asked.
“Anywhere you want it!” Jennifer pushed her cunt hard against his hand.
“And my daughter… your son?”
“We’re a team,” Jennifer answered, sliding his hand away from her skirt.
“So are we,” he answered. “Janey, put that cock away for now.”
The girl pouted, but she stuffed Johnny’s cock back into his shorts.
“Let’s leave,” Tom said. “We can get to know each other better without all this noise.”
They walked to the parking lot, and for a moment tried to decide which car to take, or both.
“Let’s come back and get mine later,” Tom suggested.
Jennifer climbed into her car, with Johnny and Janey in the back. Tom scooted close to Jennifer as she drove, his hand under her dress and at her cunt all the way to her apartment. In the back seat, Johnny had the girl’s shorts off, and she wore only her blouse. He was playing with her steamy cunt all the way home.
The pool area was well lit, but no one was around. When she saw Janey was going to walk naked past the pool area, Jennifer stripped her skirt from her body and, with a suggestive grin at Tom, she took Janey’s small hand in hers. Johnny and Tom stood back, watching them walk past the lighted pool.
“Beautiful,” Tom sighed.
“Both of them!” Johnny’s gaze was on their shapely asses.
At the stairs leading upward, Jennifer paused, still holding Janey’s hand. She turned and faced her son and Janey’s father. She spread her legs, pushing her cunt forward, and performed a wicked grind for them. Then she and Janey ran up the stairs.
Johnny and Tom followed, both of them eager with throbbing hardons.
Inside the apartment, Jennifer turned to Tom. She opened his pants and pulled his cock out.
Johnny was on his knees, running his hands over Janey’s wiggling body. The pretty girl giggled and squirmed as he fondled her ass, her legs, her creamy, cunt.
“Kiss my cunt!” Janey giggled, and pushed her pussy into his face.
Jennifer looked down at her son, listening to his slurping tongue sliding up and down the juicy slit.
“Jennifer,” Tom said, “I want some pussy. I need to fuck you. Janey can’t handle my cock yet with her cunt, but she gives a damn good blow job. But I miss the feel of a hot cunt around it.”
“Mmmm, this is a nice one, too!” Jennifer mewled, squeezing his thick cock.
She drew Tom back as she sprawled on the couch, legs spreading with delight. When Tom was on his knees, she rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down the hairy, fiery slit of her pussy. She wiggled and mewled hotly, watching as her son stood, his mouth glistening with pussy juices.
Janey dropped to her knees and pulled Johnny’s shorts down, and as his cock jerked free with hardness, her small hand closed around it, taking it deep into her throat. Janey cupped Johnny’s ass, and she darted her mouth back and forth, sucking hungrily at his cock, making soft sounds of ecstasy, her tight ass twisting and bunching.
Tom lunged his cock forward, stretching Jennifer’s pussy.
“That’s a hard cock!” she squealed, lifting and wrapping her long legs around his hips, shoving her cunt up on the length of his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, Tom! Ohhh, yes, fuck me good!”
Janey pulled her mouth off Johnny’s cock, rubbing it along her check as she watched her father’s cock sliding in and out of Jennifer’s hairy pussy. Her small hand slipped out and her fingers brushed through the soft hair of Jennifer’s cunt until her fingertip was rubbing Jennifer’s distended clit. Jennifer whipped her ass up hard, squealing loudly as Tom rammed his cock in and out.
“Ooooh, Daddy!” Janey breathed, eyes glittering with passion. “Fuck her cunt, Daddy! Oh, look how your cock fills her hot cunt, Daddy!”
Janey jerked almost frantically on Johnny’s cock as she watched her father fucking Jennifer.
Johnny, too, was watching his mother get fucked.
Tom placed his hand on his daughter’s head, then turned her face to Johnny’s cock. “Suck him off, Janey! Give him one of your best blowjobs, baby!”
“Daddy, I wanna fuck!” Janey cried out. “You said I could! Daddy you told me I could get fucked when me met a nice boy! I wanna fuck Johnny! I don’t wanna suck him off yet!”
Tom paused in his strokes. He looked down at Jennifer. Then at his daughter, and at Johnny’s cock.
“Johnny,” he said. “She’s a virgin, so be careful, okay?”
Johnny nodded, watching Janey scramble up on the couch beside his mother, spreading her slender legs wide apart, the creamy, soft slit of her cunt melting into the split of her lovely ass, her clit protruding from the wet, pink folds.
Jennifer and Tom paused, his cock deep inside her cunt, to watch as Johnny slowly pushed his cock into Janey’s hairless, exquisitely tight cunt.
Janey’s eyes rolled as she squealed in ecstasy, her cunt stretching hotly about Johnny’s cock.
“Ohhh, it’s so good, Daddy!” Janey cried out. “It’s like you said it would be Daddy! Ahhh, I’ve got a hard cock in my cunt now, Daddy! I’m gonna get fucked!”
Her ass wiggled wildly, lurching up and down as Johnny forgot about being careful, and he plunged his cock back and forth.
Tom grinned, then began to pound into Jennifer’s pussy again.
Heavy gasps and cries of ecstasy filled the room, along with the juicy sounds of hard cocks sliding in and out of eager cunts.
“Do you fuck in cars?” Tom asked. “I fuck anyplace!” Jennifer gasped. “Will we see you again?” Tom asked, plunging hard.
“Ahhh, yes!” Jennifer sobbed, grinding hard. “Ooooh, I’m about to come! Fuck me! Make me come!”
With a lurch of her hips, Jennifer came. And the wild cry coming from her son told her he was flooding Janey’s cunt.
THE END
DN-511 RIDE, MOM, RIDE!
FOREWORD
From all outward appearance, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belles the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of cause, there is the advent of swinging and illicit sex. All in the spirit of good clean fun… But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another and another to what? When the children set as a pattern for their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of a young mother, Donna Winters and her son, Tommy. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for them it is the norm.
The norm… For the Winters, yes. And how many other families like them?
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Riding ahead of her son, Donna Winters felt her nylon jogging shorts creeping into the split of her ass again. Ignoring it, she pedaled along the tree-shaded path, her ten-speed gliding smoothly. Ahead of her was a man and his daughter, both of them on ten-speeds, too. There was just something about him that attracted her. It was a sexual attraction, no doubt.
But because of her son, she felt she had to control her hungers, at least as much as she could. What made that difficult to do was her exceptionally long clit.
Donna’s clit was almost a full inch long, and as expected, very sensitive. When hard, she could jack on it as if it was a small cock. Her ex-husband had found it repulsive, but she gave him credit for trying. He told her it was like sucking on a tiny cock, and he refused to lick or suck her pussy, something Donna loved dearly.
She was excited now, but not because they were following the man and his exquisite looking, blondehaired daughter. She had become excited long before she saw them again. The sliding and rubbing on the bicycle seat creat
ed heat and wetness in her pussy, her clit bulging until she had already enjoyed a couple of orgasms.
She had seen the man about a month ago while riding with her son, Tommy, and since then she always looked for him. Like her son, he wore old, faded cut-off jeans and a T-shirt. He was dark haired, cleanly shaved.
She watched the blonde ponytail of the man’s daughter gleam in the sunlight, and wondered again why the girl never wore shorts, but always had on a skirt or dress. It was much too hot for dresses, and it seemed silly to wear one when riding a bike. She watched the girl’s little ass slide from side to side on the ten-speed. She rode beside her father, looking up at him with twinkling eyes, a very happy little girl.
Donna glanced behind her where her son trailed.
She saw the sheen of sweat on his upper lip, and excited expression in his eyes. She knew why he liked to ride behind her. She knew Tommy enjoyed watching the rhythm of her firm ass on the saddle. Like her son and the man ahead of her, she had on a T-shirt, and her tits pushed against it, her nipples two dark circles behind the thin shirt, poking out stiffly.
The man and girl were pedaling faster, and Donna watched them disappear around a bend in the trail. A moment later she and her son came around. The man had stopped his bike about five feet from a drinking fountain, and his daughter was just sliding off her bike for a drink. Her skirt caught on the seat of the bike, and as her slim leg lifted over the center bar, there was a flash of her tight, pretty panties. The girl giggled as she pushed her dress down.
Apparently the man and his daughter had not seen Donna and her son. He held his daughter’s bike by the handlebars as he straddled his own, and Donna’s breath caught when she saw the man lean over and run his tongue over the seat of his daughter’s bike, bringing another deliciously wicked giggle from the girl just before she got a drink of water.
The man saw her then, and a slight flush came over his face. Seeing him blush made Donna more attracted to him than before. That blush showed he was human. She flashed him a bright grin, her sparkling white teeth showing.
“Hi,” she said cheerfully as she drew up next to him and stopped, a long leg resting on the ground as she balanced her bike. “I’ve seen you riding around here before, haven’t I?”
The man nodded, his flush fading as he took in Donna’s tall, slender figure, her wide-spaced, brown eyes, the shimmering chestnut-colored hair that was slightly mussed about her shoulders. He saw her wide, full, moist lips, then he lowered his gaze to her straining tits, seeing Donna’s nipples push boldly out, the rounded, firm shags of them almost revealed under her T-shirt. Then he looked at her hips and her long legs.
“Don’t I know you?” he asked.
“You may have seen me,” Donna answered. “That is, if you read the woman’s magazines. You know, fashion and all that.”
The man, snapped his fingers. “Of course! You’re a model!”
“Off and on,” she replied. “Not as much now.”
Donna had graced the covers of many fashion magazines, and inside those magazines, she had modeled the latest fashions, including skimpy panties and bras and gowns designed for fun times in the bedroom.
“I’m getting too old for modeling,” she said. “It’s the young girls they want today.”
“Old?” The man’s eyes crinkled. “You’re hardly over twenty-five.”
Donna smiled, then gestured to her son. “Meet my son, Tommy.”
“Hi,” the man said to Tommy. “I’m Keith, and that little beauty is mine. Judy, meet our new friends.”
The little girl smiled shyly at Donna, then at Tommy.
“Judy is shy,” Keith said. “At least when she first meets people. She likes you, though. She only smiles at those she likes, otherwise she pouts.”
Tommy and Judy stood looking at each other the way boys and girls will at first, both with shy smiles. Tommy shuffled his sneaker against the ground and Judy folded her hands behind her back.
As they chatted, the man kept looking Donna over, bold and unembarrassed about his appreciation. Donna enjoyed it, too. Her shorts were still caught in the crack of her ass, making them tight at the crotch, and it seemed as if her pussy was exposed through the thin garment. Her long clit throbbed, and she wondered if it was pressing at her shorts like a little hard-on.
Keith invited her and Tommy to join them for a cold drink, and Donna accepted. When they climbed back onto their bikes, Judy lifted her slim thigh over the crossbar, and once more there was a flash of her pretty panties. Donna glanced at her son, and she knew he had seen them.
She rode alongside Keith, with Judy and Tommy behind them.
They stopped at a refreshment stand, and Keith bought them all cold drinks. They sat at a table and cooled off.
“Why doesn’t Judy wear shorts in this heat?” Donna asked Keith. “I’d think a dress would make her sweat so more.”
Judy smiled. “Daddy likes…”
“Because all he shorts are dirty,” Keith interrupted quickly, darting a glance at his daughter, a warning glance, Donna thought.
She told Keith of her divorce and found out he as a widower. She smiled and listened to his talk, her chin cupped in her hand. She crossed her legs under the table, swinging her foot back and forth, making her inner thigh rub at her cunt, shivering a little with the sensation. Finally Keith stopped talking and simply looked at her.
“Bull shit,” Donna said, smiling at him.
“What?”
“Bull shit, Keith,” she said. “You don’t have any problem with Judy. You don’t have to lie to me. I know about single parents, and I know when they have problems; you don’t.”
He grinned sheepishly. “I thought I was supposed to say those things. Women are supposed to take pity on a single father and take them home and sympathize with them, give them hugs and kisses and pats, and tell him what a great job he’s doing with his little daughter.”
“It might work with some women.” Donna smiled back at him. “Be honest now.”
She glanced at Tommy and Judy, who seemed deep in a conversation of their own, heads together. Boys and girls their age never had any trouble becoming friends, she thought.
She looked back at Keith. “What is it you want, Keith. Do you want to fuck me, suck me… or both? Do you want to feel me up and get your nuts off and wham, barn, thank you, ma’am. Or…” her brown eyes sparkled mischievously, “do you want to smell my panties?”
Keith gazed at Donna, a grin on his face. “You’re honest, that’s for sure. I can’t remember when I’ve met such an outspoken woman.”
Donna’s grin spread, her eyes taking on a twinkle. “I saw you lap at the seat.”
“I thought so,” Keith replied. “So, I got caught.”
Donna placed her hand over his on the table, looking straight at him. “SO, which is it?”
“Which is that?”
“What I asked you… fuck, suck or smell any panties?”
“What if I said all of the above?” Donna laughed, squeezing his hand. “I’d say you were a man after my own heart… or should I say my ass?”
“That, too,” he replied, returning her squeeze. “It’s one of the prettiest asses I’ve seen in along time.”
“You haven’t seen it yet.”
“Why do I have this feeling I’m going to see your ass?”
“Probably because I want you to,” Donna answered. “Same wavelength, huh? I like that, being on the same wavelength with a guy. That’s fifty percent of it, you know.”
“Fifty percent of what?”
“A relationship.”
“Are we entering a relationship?” Keith asked, holding her hand, but looking at her out thrust tits.
“It would be nice,” Donna responded, lifting her shoulders to make her firm tits push outward. “There’s only one thing…”
Keith looked at his daughter and her son. “Them?”
Donna shook her head, her dark hair shimmering with golden highlights. “I doubt they’d be a problem
at all. It’s this… deformity that I have. That may be the problem?”
Keith grinned widely, taking in her tits again. “I don’t see a deformity.”
“It’s hidden,” she said softly. “What is it, a tattoo that says don’t enter?” Donna laughed happily. “Now who’s bold? No, I don’t have a tattoo. What I have is… well, some men are repulsed.”
“Not me,” he said.
“You don’t know until you see what I’m talking about.”
“Trust me,” he said, squeezing her hand again.
“You know,” Donna teased, “we’re talking very intimately for two people who just met.”
“Lady, you started it,” he replied, grinning. “If you want to get fucked, or sucked, you’ve met your man. Hell, I’ll smell your panties, too, if that turns you on.”
“And lick your daughter’s bicycle seat.” Quickly he pulled his hand away from her.
“Hey. It’s okay, Keith. I understand, don’t worry. Come back to me, guy.”
Keith seemed embarrassed. Donna held his hand to keep him from pulling away, and under the concealment of the table, she shoved one sneaker off her foot. She pushed her foot between his knees, up to his crotch, wiggling her toes at his cock and balls, her eyes taking on a heated expression. She felt his cock swell against her toes, and she pressured it, bringing a moan from him.
“I bet you do this to all the guys you meet,” he whispered.
“No, not all. Just those I think are worth it,” she replied, sliding the sole of her foot up and down his thick hard-on. “And I think you’re worth it. Keith.”
“Why me?”
“You licked the bicycle seat,” she said softly. “That told me what kind of guy you are. I liked that.”
“You want me to lick your seat, too?” he running his tongue over his lips asked.
“Which seat?” she teased.
“Both!” he answered.
“See what I mean!” Donna laughed softly.
“You’re my kind of guy. I bet you love it when a girl sits in your face.”
“Only certain girls,” he said. “I have my standards.”
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