Wednesday
In the morning, George awoke to the sound of silence. This suggested he was alone, and his mother had left for work. Arising, he showered and took time to eat breakfast. Just as he finished, there was a knock on his door. He went immediately to answer it to find Carol, respectably dressed, standing in the hallway.
“Rough night?” was her strange greeting to his groggy appearance. “Did Ann work you too hard yesterday?”
“You mean, you haven’t talked to her?”
“You going to make me stand in the hallway?”
“Sorry.” George stepped aside and they went into the living area and sat on the sofa.
In long pants and a button-up blouse, nothing showed when Carol sat. Although, a bra was obvious beneath her shirt.
“I couldn’t call her because they left on vacation.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“What do you mean?” Carol asked with a frown.
So, George told her what happened.
“So, you didn’t get to do any work?”
“Well, she was so annoyed with her husband, she had me give her a massage.”
A big grin appeared on Carol’s face as George described the evolution of the massage. “Way to go!” she complimented.
“Way to go? You didn’t know that was going to happen? You didn’t tell her what we did the day before?”
“Well, not in so many words. I guess she—” Carol shrugged “—you know, read between the lines.”
“Read between the lines, huh?”
“She’s a very attractive woman. Must have been a good fuck.”
George shrugged. “Well, she wasn’t as good as you.”
Carol smiled warmly. “Aren’t you sweet.”
“So, was fucking her that bad?”
“I didn’t say it was bad.”
“So? What’s wrong?”
“I just didn’t know what I was getting into.”
“I would have told you if I had known.”
“I’m sure you would have,” George said skeptically. “So, what brings you here?”
With a smirk, Carol said, “Megan and Jason Sheridan need your help.”
George gave her a cockeyed look. “Yeah? What help do they need?”
“Same as me. Moving furniture.”
“That’s all?”
She shrugged. “That’s what I told them you did for me.”
“Is that all you told them I did for you?”
“You think I kiss and tell?”
“I don’t know what you would tell them.”
“Jason would like to meet you. He’s coming to my apartment shortly. Come talk to him. It’s up to you if you help him.”
With a heavy sigh, George agreed.
And that meeting actually went well. Mr. Sheridan seemed down to Earth, a no-nonsense kind of guy. Forty-something. He said he would be there all the time, not that George expressed any concern about being alone with his wife. But that did alleviate George’s silent concern about being alone with Mrs. Sheridan, even though he had yet to meet her. He agreed to be there after lunch.
* * *
However, when George arrived and was escorted in by Mr. Sheridan, his beautiful blonde wife was sitting on the sofa in a dark, low-cut, collarless shirt, her very rounded breasts creating a serious cleavage, and a skirt so short almost all her legs were on display, and shapely legs they were. That instantly made George nervous and apprehensive.
“Have a seat,” Mr. Sheridan said.
There were two couches in an L-shaped position. Sheridan sat beside his wife on one, and George thought it wise to sit alone on the other. Megan’s eyes were on him, heightening his discomfort.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Sheridan asked.
The sight of Mrs. Sheridan caused George’s mouth to become dry. “Uh, sure,” he answered hoarsely. “Water would be good.”
As Sheridan rose and headed to their kitchen, Megan also got up and came over to sit beside George. “So, you’re in college,” she said, her skirt up to her crotch and her hand on his bare leg. He’d worn shorts today thinking he’d be doing physical work.
“Uh-huh.”
She rubbed her hand up and down his leg to his worried eyes. He glanced toward the kitchen. Her hand went up his abdomen and chest where she undid the top button on his shirt.
“What are you doing?” George asked nervously. “What about your husband?”
“Oh, don’t worry. He won’t mind.”
She was leaning toward him providing him with a good view down her shirt. Her face moved in until their lips met. She jabbed her tongue into his mouth, his dick growing faster than it ever had. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sheridan return. He attempted to pull away, his eyes on the husband.
“It’s okay,” the man said.
“I was just sitting here,” George said defensively as Megan continued to unbutton his shirt.
“Don’t worry,” Sheridan said with a smile. “She likes you. Have fun.” He took a seat on the other sofa to watch.
But George was freaking out.
“It’s alright,” Megan reassured insistently. “He wants to watch us fuck.” Now, she worked on his pants. “I heard you had a big . . . oh, wow!” she exclaimed when she saw his cock.
“Is that what Ms. Lambert told you?” George wanted to know.
With a chuckle, Megan said, “No. karakoçan escort Ann.” Now, she unbuttoned her own shirt and removed it to reveal a leopard print bra that seemed a size too small for her big tits.
“Oh, shit,” George lamented, standing. “What’s going on here?”
As she removed her bra, Megan explained, “Sometimes we like to spice up our marriage.”
Her breasts were amazing. No bigger or rounder than Carol’s, but somehow nicer.
“Will you help us?”
“Please, George, we need this,” Sheridan agreed.
Megan stood and grabbed George’s head, pulling it to her breasts where he had almost no choice but to suck her nipple. But once his lips latched onto these firm nipples, George was hooked. Instinctively, he cupped her other breast before sucking that nipple.
“Mmmm, yes. That’s it.”
“Nice tits, aren’t they?” Sheridan asked.
“Uh, yes, sir.”
“You don’t have to sir me. I’m Jason.”
And just that quick, Megan had his shorts undone, yanking them and his underwear down around his ankles. She devoured his dick as desperately as Ann had the day before. At least these women knew how to suck cock, again not that George was that experienced, but he knew what he liked. And then, for the biggest thrill yet, Megan deep throated him and he thought he might pass out seeing the entire length of his shaft in her mouth, not to mention the incredible feel of it in her throat.
When she pulled back, a string of saliva remained connected to her lip and the head of his dick. And then, she went back down to the hilt. George caught a glimpse of Jason watching with a huge grin on his face, rubbing his own cock through his pants.
George did his best to remain standing even though his knees were getting weak. And then, if that wasn’t enough, with his rod heavily coated with saliva, Megan grabbed it and pressed it between her tits.
“Fuck my tits,” she commanded.
It wasn’t as soft or as tight as a pussy, but it was an unforgettable experience. She drooled more saliva on the head of his dick as Jason stepped up behind his wife. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He wasn’t as big as George, but close. Megan turned and sucked her husband.
George didn’t know what to make of this. He’d seen videos where men liked to watch their wives have sex with other men, but he couldn’t recall any where the husband participated. Of course, George had seen threesome videos, and it seemed that’s where this was headed. Another new experience.
Megan maintained a grip on George’s cock, stroking him. But she alternated her mouth between the two dicks, her lips and chin covered in saliva. George glanced down to see Megan’s tits jiggling with her oral movement. They were quite something.
“I want to fuck you, honey,” Jason said.
So, Megan pushed George to sit back on the sofa where she bent over to continue sucking him. He watched as Jason tugged his wife’s short skirt down and off. No surprise she wore no panties. Then George witnessed Jason drive his cock into his wife’s pussy. As the husband pumped, George could feel the residual movement.
George could hear the squishy sound of Jason’s cock sliding in and out, and watching was like live porn. It felt weird having Megan’s mouth locked around his shaft while her husband’s thrusting provided the movement.
Strangely, there was little for George to do but sit there. However, after a few minutes, Jason said, “Why don’t you fuck George?”
She pulled away from her husband and straddled George’s lap, grabbing and guiding his cock into her wet pussy. It was another weird feeling knowing that his cock was now where Jason’s had been only a few seconds ago. But the woman really knew how to fuck, and it felt so good, George quickly ignored that thought.
Jason stood on the sofa so his wife could suck him as she bounced up and down on George.
“Squeeze my nipples,” Megan said to George.
So, he did, but not too hard.
“My turn again,” Jason said.
Megan rolled off George, slouching beside him. Back on the floor, Jason was pile-driving his wife. She turned her head to awkwardly suck George.
And then, minutes later, Jason said, “Swap places, George. Finish her off.”
Once back inside her, Megan yelled, “Ram that big cock in me!” So, he did, pounding her until she came, screaming and writhing around.
And it was so intense, George was ready himself. “I’m going to come!”
“In my mouth,” Megan ordered, sliding onto the floor to kneel before him.
George aimed his cock at her mouth and stroked it until he filled it with pearly, white cream. She swallowed some of it but allowed some to drip out of her mouth.
“My turn,” Jason shouted.
Megan got back on the sofa in the same position she had been in, and her husband jammed his cock back in. As George had, he pounded his wife furiously filling her pussy with his jism. When he finished, Megan laid there, her face covered in sperm and her genitalia karaköy escort looking the same.
Strange though it was, George had to admit to himself it was the most wickedly erotic scene he had ever witnessed.
Afterward, George sipped the water he had been provided as husband and wife casually sat there still naked as though simply socializing.
“That was spectacular, George,” Jason said. “Thanks for indulging us.”
It seemed too bazaar to tell them they were welcome, so he merely nodded.
“Yeah, that was a great fuck, George. Your cock is wonderful. I hope you’ll visit us again.”
George again merely nodded, taking that as dismissal. He hurriedly dressed and bid them goodbye. Walking him to the door, Jason held out his hand to shake, and George found a one-hundred-dollar bill pressed to his palm. As he returned home, staring at the money, he felt ashamed for taking it, as though he was now being paid for sex. He didn’t want to become a gigolo.
* * *
And so it went, except that Charles was not home when Stephanie arrived from work. There was a level of disappointment at what had become their after school activity. On the other hand, she didn’t want it to evolve into something that could be problematic in the future.
In her bedroom, Stephanie decided to change clothes into something more comfortable since she’d worn long pants and a long sleeve shirt today. Stripping down, she slipped on only a tank top and skimpy blue jean shorts, no underwear since she didn’t need to be modest around the house anymore. Then she reached for her phone and sat on the bed to check social media but halted when she saw Charles standing in her doorway.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey. You just getting home?”
“Yeah. They asked me to stay later today.” He eyed her up and down. “You look . . . pretty damn good.”
“Decided to get comfortable.”
With her nipples imprinting her shirt, he noted, “Braless, too.”
With a grin, Stephanie teasingly lifted her shirt up to expose her breasts. “Like I said, comfortable.” She could see the bulge in his shorts. “And just that quick, you’ve got a hard on?”
Charles sat on her bed facing her, “No. Been having this most of the day. I keep thinking about the last two nights, and, well . . .”
She reached out and rubbed it through his pants. It felt good. And even though she didn’t want this to be a daily thing that could become problematic later, the tingling in her pussy would not allow her to pass this up. “Then I guess we need to give you some relief.” She started to undo his shorts.
“Should we wait for mom?” Charles asked.
She looked at him with a curious expression. “Since when do you want her to watch?”
He shrugged. “Well, that’s become part of it, hasn’t it? Besides, I like it when she exposes herself.”
“You do?”
“She’s actually pretty hot.”
That took Stephanie somewhat by surprise, but that’s all she thought about it. Removing her hand, she said, “Well, if you want to wait—” she shrugged “—hopefully, I’ll still be in the mood later.” She hadn’t recovered her did so now.
Charles took her hand and replaced it on his cock. “We don’t have to wait.”
“I thought you might think that. And I was really eager to do this.” She resumed rubbing his cock.
He moaned, and she undid his shorts, but instead of pulling his cock out, she leaned over and pretended to do little bites on his dick. That caused it to pulse. She separated the zipper opening of his pants and wrapped her fingers around his dick over his underwear. She gave it a couple of strokes before pulling his pants and underwear down, but only enough to expose his cock and balls. Pre-cum oozed from the slit in the head.
Stephanie heard her brother take a deep breath as she bent over to take it into her mouth. He couldn’t help but whimper when her lips slid down his shaft. She held it straight up and went as deep as she dared without gagging.
Charles started thrusting up to fuck her mouth. She dribbled saliva down it, then licked up the excess. That caused him to shiver. She removed her hands and sucked only with her mouth, but he became more aggressive with his pumping which had him slipping out. With that pause, he pushed his shorts down and she pulled them off completely.
Lifting her tank top again to expose her tits, Stephanie dragged her boobs from side to side over his dick teasingly. He reached up and squeezed her breasts around his rod as though to fuck her tits. But she sat up, fisted his cock, and stroked it.
“Oh good, I’m just in time,” Tracy said, entering the bedroom.
“Hi, mom,” Charles greeted cheerfully.
Stephanie found her brother’s about face regarding their mother concerning. She attempted to push her jean shorts down, but they were so snug, she needed help. She got on hands and knees facing away from Charles and wiggled her ass. He understood and pulled them down.
Turning around, Stephanie straddled her brother’s karaman escort legs. He held his cock straight up for her to aim for. She did, and lowered herself onto it, inside her, and down until fully impaled. She sat up enough for him to thrust up at a fast pace. She then moved forward holding her upper body with her forearms, which enabled her to spring her hips up and down.
Peripherally, Stephanie noticed her mom removing her pants and sitting with her legs crossed. She also saw Charles turn his head to see the dark line of their mother’s slit that showed through her thin panties. Stephanie felt her brother’s cock pulse at that moment. Not wanting the distraction of her mother, Stephanie rotated around to reverse cowgirl so she could concentrate and continued bouncing.
Stephanie felt, but did not see her mother scoot behind her, further out of her field of vision. What Tracy was actually doing was moving her mid-section within her brother’s reach. He wasted no time in extending his hand between his mother’s legs, as she pulled the elastic leg of her panties aside. He used his forefinger and middle finger to rub up and down her slit until he separated her labia and could shove those fingers into her hole. He saw her moan silently.
All the while, Stephanie was riding Charles.
“Change positions,” Stephanie said.
Charles instantly retracted his hand from his mother as his sister moved onto her hands and knees. He moved behind her to fuck her doggy style. His mother knelt beside him, so he reached behind her and slid his hand under the waistband of her panties to play with her ass. He forced his finger between her cheeks to rub her anus with his middle finger.
Stephanie felt Charles’s cock expand again inside her. Glancing behind her, all she could see was her mother kneeling next to her brother with her fingers rubbing her pussy.
When he saw his sister turn forward again, he quickly removed his hand from Tracy’s panties, stuck his middle finger in his mouth to heavily coat it with saliva, then back in her panties where he slid the tip inside his mother’s asshole.
Tracy pressed her face to Charles’s shoulder to mute a whimper. When he forced his finger further in, she raised her lips to his ears and murmured, “Mmmm-hmmm.” But he didn’t go farther than half a finger. He wiggled it around.
“I’m going to come,” Stephanie announced, again feeling her brother’s cock pulse.
Charles pumped harder. Between that and having his finger up his mother’s butt, his balls were churning. When Stephanie started climaxing, her pussy seemed to tighten around his dick which hastened his own orgasm and helped it to be a big one, and when he pulled out and sprayed his sister’s back, without thinking, he jammed his finger all the way up his mother’s ass. Tracy was rubbing her pussy furiously and couldn’t help yelp when she felt Charles’s finger go deeper. This triggered her climax.
It was a symphony of sexual sounds.
Stephanie fell forward, Charles quickly removed his finger, and his mother fell onto her side. All were silent for a couple of minutes; each having enjoyed their best orgasm yet. In these positions, Charles was able to reach over and fondle his mother’s breasts without his sister seeing. Mother and son looked at each other and smiled.
As Stephanie rolled over onto her back, Tracy said, “Charles, go get—”
“Paper towels for Steph,” Charles completed for her as he got off the bed.
“You make the mess, you clean it up,” Tracy told him.
“Thanks for encouraging us to do this, mom,” Stephanie said. “Charles’s dick is amazing.”
Tracy smiled. “Yes. The right size makes all the difference. I can only imagine what it feels like.”
Stephanie chuckled. “Now, that would really be weird, you and Charles doing it.”
That took Tracy by surprise. “I guess.”
“I really like doing it with Charles. I’m glad you’re so open about it.”
“Yes.”
Charles returned with the paper towels and saw his mother rolling her head around. “Something wrong, mom?”
“Busy day at work. Neck and shoulders are stiff. I’ll have to rub something on it later.” She got out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and said, “I’m going to start dinner. You two get cleaned up and come help.”
Charles watched her leave the room still only in panties. “What were the two of you talking about? I heard you say that would really be weird. What would?”
“I was telling her how much I like your dick; how good it feels. And she said she could only imagine. And I said, that would really be weird the two of you doing it.”
“And what did she say?”
“She just agreed.”
But Charles had to wonder what it would be like to do it with an older, more experienced woman.
* * *
As had become her habit when she arrived home from work, Karen stopped in the mail room off the main lobby, to retrieve the day’s mail. Since moving in, there had not been any more than advertising circulars that were only addressed to “Resident.” Not much of their real mail had started arriving since changing their address from their previous residence. Thumbing through the junk, Karen was pleased that the building manager saw fit to keep a large trash can in the room so residents could discard the unwanted mail.
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