The Sitter Ch. 04
Bill and Karen hit a stumbling block, but Mom helps out.  

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An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

Thanks to everyone who has offered feedback. I appreciate every word.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day at school kind of sucked, but I did manage to tell Melonie where we stood, relationship-wise. Melonie laughed, not unkindly, and disabused me of the notion that we were a "couple." As far as the two of us were concerned, she thought of us as just friends. I should have been relieved, I suppose, but I have to admit to a certain level of disappointment. Which is stupid, since that's what I wanted, but the male ego is such a fragile thing.

Anyway, Mom picked me up after school. We stopped off at the supermarket to pick up some lobsters and then visited a florist shop to purchase a dozen white roses. Mom teased me a little bit when I told her how things went with Melonie. "You poor baby," she said. "And I thought the two of us were too much for you."

"That's not what I meant," I complained.

Mom laughed. "I know, dear. I'm just glad Melonie's feelings weren't hurt."

By then, we were pulling into our driveway, and Karen's car was nowhere to be seen. Everything appeared to be going to plan. We had about two hours before Karen got out of her afternoon class and came home. Mom threw the lobsters in a pot and set them to boiling, while I set up the dining room. I set out the roses, some scented candles, and tossed a Barry White CD on the stereo.

Mom chuckled her approval, let me know she was heading back to the office, and ushered me up to the shower to get cleaned up. I gave Mom a full kiss, thanked her once more for all her help, and made a playful grab for her tits. Mom slapped my hand away. "Didn't we go over this last night, sweetie? Save it for your ladylove. Be good, and have fun." She pressed her lips against my forehead in a chaste kiss, but at the same time grabbed my crotch and gave my hardening cock a quick squeeze. Mom disappeared in a swish of blonde hair and a whiff of vanilla.

I jumped in the shower, scrubbed down, and gave myself a few whacks just to get into the mood. I stopped just short of an orgasm, wanting to, as Mom put it, "save it for my ladylove." I hopped out of the shower, pulled on a pair of dark slacks and a white shirt, and rushed downstairs. The lobsters were coming along nicely, turning a dark red, and the smell permeated the kitchen. I saw that Mom also made some rice, and set out the butter, which was already slightly melted. I double checked the dining room; nothing wrong there.

I found myself standing in the middle of the room, staring at into space, waiting for something to happen. I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized Karen was late. What if. . . what if she didn't come home? I hadn't talked to her since the argument of the night before, and it occurred to me that I didn't hear her come home the night before, and hadn't seen her that morning before school. I pulled a chair out from the dining table and slumped in it.

I sat in the chair for a long moment, trying not to think. The sound of the water boiling over on the stove brought me back to my senses. Sluggishly I rose and went into the kitchen. With a sigh I switched off the flames and took the top off the pot to let the steam out. As I waved the vapor with my hands, I felt my heart begin a long plummet towards despair.

That's when I heard the front door open. I practically threw the pot lid down and ran into the living room. Karen was halfway up the stairs when I burst into the room. She had on the same clothes she wore the night before, and had her school bag slung over one shoulder. "Oh, hi Bill," she said. "I didn't realize anyone was home. . . why are you dressed up?"

"Um, I made dinner," I said.

"You. . . what?" Karen's beautiful features contorted in confusion.

"I made dinner," I repeated. "To sort of apologize for last night and everything."

"Oh," she said softly. Karen padded down the steps and tossed her backpack on the couch. "You didn't have to do that," she said.

I crossed the room towards her. "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't come home last night."

"Oh, yeah," she said, smiling self-consciously. "I just had to go somewhere and think things through. I realize that I haven't been fair to you, Bill. You're a teenaged boy, and you need to be with girls your own age."

My heart skipped a beat. "No I don't," I squeaked.

She sighed. "Yes, you do. It was foolish and unfair of me to think that you and I could be anything serious. Your mother has the right idea, honestly. I'm afraid I'm just not capable of treating our lovemaking as lightly as she can. She has the luxury of knowing there can be no future for the two of you, but I thought, I thought. . ." Karen's voice broke, and her eyes misted over.

Quickly I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace, pulling her close. As usual, holding Karen in my arms summoned an instant erection, but I didn't need the distraction this time. I planted my lips on Karen's and kissed her fiercely. There was resistance at first, but within the space of a single heartbeat she melted into me and returned my kiss with equal passion. We broke away after a long moment.

"Karen," I said, "I love you. If I could marry you today, I would."

Her eyes were moist. "You don't mean that," she said. "You can't mean that."

"Why not?" I asked.

"You don't know what you're saying Bill," she told me, stepping away.

"Why? Because I'm just a kid? I?m eighteen. That?s old enough to be serious."

She looked at me, and I could see my own pain reflected in her eyes. "Of course," she said softly. "Listen, there's something I have to explain to you. You're not going to like it, but I need to tell you finally, and then maybe you'll understand." She sighed, and dropped down into the couch. I took a seat in the chair, unsure what to expect.

"One of the reasons I first seduced you had to do with the excitement I felt at the idea of you and Janine together. That was pretty superficial, though. Really, I'd been attracted to you for a while. Partly because you're kind and sweet and attentive, and partly because you were clearly and unabashedly infatuated with me. Very flattering for a woman, believe me. But also because you were attracted to me as me."

I frowned, not entirely following her logic.

She smiled, recognizing my confusion. "Most of the men I meet who are my age or older are attracted to me because of the idea they think I represent. Most of them recognize me from my movies."

"Movies?" I asked. "What movies?"

Karen sighed. She reached across the couch, opened up her backpack, and withdrew a shiny square package. She tossed it to me, and I caught it awkwardly. It was an oversized videocassette box, and the film it advertised was an adult one. "Huge Hooters 12" read the legend on the box, and beneath were showcased the women appearing in the film. Under each picture was written the name of the star, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I recognized Karen's auburn tresses, green eyes, and massive mammaries in the center picture. Beneath her tits was the name "Kara Kleavage." I could see two cocks dangling before her face, and her heavy breasts glistened with cum.

I looked up at Karen. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes and threatened to roll down her cheeks. "You see?" she said roughly, her voice thick. "This is the woman you've fallen in love with, the dirty slut who fucks for money."

"But. . . but how?" I rasped.

"I left home at sixteen for a variety of reasons," she explained. "But I learned early on that I could get by using my body. I made good money as a dancer, and then performing in porn. Enough to put me through college, at least, and to get as far as I have. Even though I don't do that sort of thing anymore, I made enough movies to still get recognized just about wherever I go. Every man I date or try to date eventually finds out. . . and then everything changes. I just. . . I just couldn't go on, letting you think otherwise. It was killing me; I felt like I was lying to you, and I couldn't do it anymore." The tears had begun by now, and what little makeup she wore was streaking as she cried. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said finally, her voice breaking.

I set the tape on the coffee table. I couldn't look at it. I knew when our relationship began that Karen had been with other men, but I'd never imagined the scale, or that she was capable of giving herself up to a man, or men, apparently, without any love being involved. Hey, I was young and still painfully naive. After all, my own sexual experiences had been with the two women I loved most in the world. Hell, the two people I loved most in the world.

Realizing that finally got me to move.

I rose from my seat smoothly and approached Karen. She flinched as I sat down beside her, and my heart felt a sharp stab. I put my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. Still crying, she slowly, shakily returned my embrace. I gently brushed her hair from her face and traced the track of her tears with my fingertips. "Karen," I said softly, "I'm not going to lie to you. This is jarring news. I don't know how to deal with it yet." Her embrace tightened around me, and her head dropped against my chest.

"I do know one thing," I added, "and that is that I love you. And I'll always love you, no matter what."

Karen looked up at me, and her green eyes searched my face for some sign of falsehood. She blinked back more tears, but her full lips curved up into a smile. "How could I be so lucky?" she whispered. "Oh, Bill, I love you too. With all of my heart." She leaned into me once more, her body molding itself against my own, and our lips met with a tenderness that brought tears to my own eyes. Our salty tears mingled as our lips and tongues did. It was probably our best kiss, all the years we've been together, and it makes my toes curl just to think about it.

After an eternity, we broke apart. Karen had pushed me into the couch, and I found myself looking up at her intense green eyes, her long hair framing her face and falling into my own. "Bill," she said seriously, "will you marry me?"

"Yes," I said, without hesitation.

A huge grin split Karen's beautiful face. She kissed me fiercely. "I love you," she repeated, punctuating the declaration with a fierce kiss. I returned it with all the strength I could muster. Suddenly, we were laughing and kissing, tears of joy streaming down our cheeks, and we pulled ourselves tight against one another's bodies. Finally we broke away, and Karen wiped the tears from my eyes with the light touch of her thumb. "You set out dinner. I'm going to change."

She rose, grabbed her backpack, and sauntered up the stairs to the bedroom. I watched her go, awed and amazed that such a creature could love me, stunned that I was engaged, and delighted to be in love. My eyes fell across the tape, and I reached down to pick it up. I looked at it for a long moment, and when I heard the upstairs shower start, I rose and went into the kitchen.

I tossed the tape in the trash.

Just as I began to lay the food out on the table, Karen came down the stairs. She had quickly scrubbed and changed into a little black dress that clung tightly to her plush curves. The scoop neck revealed the upper slopes of Karen's breasts, as well as a tantalizing cleavage, and the way she jiggled and shimmied told me she had neglected to wear a bra. She was barefoot, but had put her hair up in a simple wave, and wore a small emerald on a choker around her neck. Karen had cleaned off her streaking makeup, but neglected to apply anything new, so when she stepped into the dining room it was her natural beauty that left me breathless. But she had enough time to dab her throat with that bewitching jasmine scent she always wore.

She took my hand and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I led her around the table, held her chair for her, and lit the candles. I settled into my seat, and as I did Karen raised her wineglass. "To the cutest, most caring, wonderful man I have ever met."

We clinked glasses, drank, and I offered my own toast to her beauty, her intelligence, and my own luck at having landed her. I think I sounded a bit more eloquent, but I can't be sure. The wine didn't do much for me, but Karen, as usual, was intoxicating. The meal was okay, but I think I overcooked the lobster, and I know I didn't know how to eat one correctly. Karen helped, and before long we were feeding little niblets to one another, batting eyelashes and cooing in one another's direction, and Karen's bare foot was running up and down my leg and teasing the growing lump between my legs.

We finished the bottle of wine on the couch. Karen curled against me and twisted her fingers in my hair. I set my glass down on the coffee table and pressed my lips against her cheek. "We should clean up," I said.

"Mmm, no," Karen disagreed in a low voice. "That can wait until morning." She traced a finger down my chest. "I have a better idea."

She took my hand and led me up the stairs. I expected to follow her into Mom's room and the double bed, but instead she led me down the hall to my room. We stopped in the doorway. She stepped into my arms.

"Bill, do you remember that first night?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, kissing her chin lightly. "How could I forget?"

"You told me," she persisted, "that I was your first "everything.?"

"Mmmm," I agreed, sucking on her throat, "and you'll be my last, too."

"Bill, I'm trying to tell you something."

I retreated a little to look her in the eyes. "Yes?"

"You weren't my first lover, of course," she said. Beneath her freckles she reddened a touch at my involuntary wince. "But, you are a first for me," she added quickly. "You're the first man I've felt safe with. The first man I've ever really trusted. The first man I've allowed myself to love."

Well, what else could I do then but give her my best kiss? I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her arms came around my shoulders to hold me tight. My cock, already hardened after the play in the living room, grew harder still and pushed insistently against her belly. I felt the heat coming off her own crotch as she nestled it against my hip and gently rubbed against me.

"Oh, Karen," I moaned, tasting her lips. "The things you do to me."

She giggled. "Come on, then," Karen urged, "let's go do some of them together." She disengaged from my embrace and, taking my hand once more, guided me into the room. Her deft hands found the zipper on my pants and loosened the pressure building in my shorts. As she did, she maneuvered me towards the bed, and with typical skill, Karen sent me tumbling onto the mattress just as she pulled my pants down my thighs.

I laughed. "I almost hit my head on the nightstand. Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, my dear." Karen grinned salaciously, and allowed one of the straps on her dress to slip down her shoulder. "I'm trying to fuck you. A little cooperation would be in your best interest."

"Allow me, then," I said, grinning myself. I pealed my shirt off, kicked my shoes to the floor, and began to tug my pants down my legs. Karen watched, bemused, tapping her foot with mock impatience.

"One of us," I grunted, "appears to be overdressed." I pulled my glasses off and set them on the nightstand.

"You think?" she laughed. With a shrug of her shoulders, the other strap slid free. A tug at the hem caused the dress to slide completely off her body. It drifted to the floor lightly, and Karen demurely stepped out of it. She caught me staring at her. "What?"

"You're just. . . you take my breath away." Which was pretty much true. Tall and voluptuous, with long limbs and milky skin, Karen was a sight to behold. From her pink painted toenails to the neatly trimmed auburn bush above the pink lips of her pussy to her flat belly and prodigious bust, soft and firm with strawberry pink nipples and a fine dusting of freckles, to her heart shaped face with her full, kissable lips and intelligent green eyes, Karen is a vision. That she nightly warms my bed is a fact that continually stuns me.

"I see someone is definitely excited," she said. Gracefully she knelt beside the bed, tits bobbing enticingly, and ran her hands up my thighs. Her touch was electric, causing my engorged rod to throb and jerk. She caught it with her right hand and gently stroked it. Her forefinger traced the edge of the purple head and teased my slit, using my own precum to coat the mushroom tip. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth with a sigh of contentment. "Mmmm."

Her left hand cupped my balls, and her right hand returned to the root of my cock. With a light but firm grip she angled the mighty weapon towards her. Her head bobbed forward and her lips pressed burning kisses into my shuddering length. She sucked and nibbled her way up and down my rod and rolled my balls around inside her mouth. Precum virtually sprayed from the tip of my cock, sluicing down my engorged length and coating Karen's lips and tongue. Her agile tongue licked the juice away. With a hungry look in her eyes, she finally devoured me, slipping the head of my cock between her lips and slowly, delightfully, swallowed my length.

I fell back onto the bed again and resisted the urge to thrust madly into her mouth. Instead, I focused on the delicious torture Karen inflicted upon me, as inch by inch she gulped my rampant cock. Her tongue teased me, her cheeks closed in around me, hot and wet, and then her throat constricted around me. I heard a sharp intake of breath from her just before her throat opened up and her lips reached the base of my cock.

Then the suction began.

"Oh, Jesus," I groaned. "Yes, baby, you suck me so fucking good. Oh, fuck!" I gripped the sheets in my hands tightly and craned my neck. Karen's cheeks were hollow as her mouth tightened like a moist fist around my cock and squeezed me. Her eyes were closed, but they snapped open again as she released my cock and slid her mouth back to the tip. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. She winked and descended once more, sucking me deeper.

My cock throbbed and swelled within the confines of Karen's mouth. I heard her choke and release me quickly. I sat up in concern. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, eyes watering. "Sometimes I forget how big you get," she said, and kissed the crown of my cock. I flexed my dick and lightly slapped her lips. She giggled and swept her hand up and down my length. "Down, boy."

"Your wish is my command," I said with a lecherous leer. Karen looked at my curiously for a moment, but when I reached down and lifted her up onto the bed, I think she started to realize what I meant. I shifted on the bed and spread her sleek, pale thighs. The lips of her pussy were bright pink, enflamed and engorged with passion, tantalizingly slick with moisture. The hard nubbin of her clitoris winked momentarily at me as her legs parted. I placed my palm flat against her belly and ducked my head.

I blew gently on her weeping pussy. Karen gasped. "Don't you dare tease me, Bill," she warned. I glanced upward, saw her playing with her tits, and offered her a "who me?" expression. She glared. "You implied something about going down?"

I stuck my tongue out at her. She glared some more. Tongue still extended, I ducked my head lower, and glided my tongue along her gash, bottom to top. When I reached her clit, I curled my tongue around it and teased it. Karen sucked in a sharp breath and dropped one hand to the back of my head. Her thighs scissored closed, trapping me between them.

I released her clit, ignored the sound of regret Karen released, and began to suck and nibble on her lips. I darted my tongue between her folds, tasting the salty, sweet, and fragrant juices leaking from her pussy, and pressed my face against her. I hooked my arms around her thighs, placing both hands on her stomach and began to kiss and suck and slurp and nibble and lap. She opened wider, and her fluids became more copious. I wiggled my tongue, trying to trace ever fold and curve and muscle, and sucked lightly on her clit. Her juices flooded my chin, and suddenly her thighs tightened around me. With a wordless cry, Karen began to thrash beneath me. I redoubled my assault, lapping hungrily at her dripping slit, pressing my nose into her auburn bush.

Karen thrust her pelvis into my face, every muscle in her body taut, her fingers gripping my head so hard that it hurt. At last, she pushed my head away and fell against the bed. Her thighs fell slack, and she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. She managed to cough out, "Every time, Bill, you set me off like a firecracker."

I looked up at her through the valley of her tremendous breasts, rising and falling with each intake of air. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and the lamp on the nightstand caused the emerald at her neck to glint. She smiled lazily at me.

I licked pussy cream from my lips. I crawled my way up her body, lightly kissing her pale belly and milky breasts as I did. I tasted her sweat and the jasmine tang of her perfume. I sucked briefly on each of her hardened, pink nipples and then kissed her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, and finally her lips. They parted, allowing me to thrust my tongue into her mouth and play with her own. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin and smiled at me.

I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock roughly. "Is this for me?" she asked sweetly.

"Always," I said seriously.

"And I am yours, forever and ever," she said, guiding the head of my cock to her pussy. I slid home easily, diving deep inside her with a casual thrust. Her eyes widened and she grunted as she opened herself for me. I braced myself with both arms and, with a dry kiss on her full lips, began to slowly fuck her.

Karen's tits mashed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around me. Her calves pressed against my ass and squeezed urgently against me with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet me with each jab, and I drove deeper and deeper into her heated core.

"Oh, God, Bill, fuck me. Harder, baby, harder." She gripped me loosely, then tightly, then loosely again, her inner muscles caressing and squeezing my hardened cock as it drove inside. Heat enveloped me and moisture inundated me. I was in heaven, again.

Gradually I increased my tempo, rising and falling. I cocked my hip and twisted slightly, eliciting another widening of the eyes and an involuntary gasp from Karen as the tip of my cock butted up against a sensitive portion of her inner walls. "Jesus," she whispered with all the breath she had. "Do that again." Her legs tightened around me, and she gripped my shoulders tightly in her hands. I did another twist-thrust and then rotated, slamming into her a slightly different angle. Karen cried out.

My balls slapped against her ass and I bottomed out, thrust as deeply within her as I had ever been. The sensitive head of my cock pounded against the roof of her womb. I pulled back, dragging my cock nearly free of her tightly gripping cunt, and then slammed home again. My spongy cockhead nearly flattened inside her. Karen's fingernails dug into my shoulders and she threw her head back, releasing an impassioned cry. "Oh my fucking God! Oh, oh, oh! Almost there! Fuck!"

Her back arched, thrusting her tits into my face. I captured a nipple between my lips and bit gently. My cock withdrew halfway and surged forward again. My head fell between Karen's tits as she thrashed beneath me, and both milky white globes slapped my face with her movements. With a shuddering, roaring, gasping cry, Karen came. Her pussy tightened like a vise around my cock, and her juices inundated me, washing over my cock like molten lava, and splashing against my balls. Her heart pounded hard beneath her breast, and I heard each throbbing beat.

Karen relaxed slightly, mewling softly, her eyes glazed with passion. I waited several heartbeats and began to thrust again. "You fucking stud, you," Karen muttered with a grimace, "you think you're hot shit, don't you?"

I nodded and grinned, still pounding into her. "Well," she gasped, "Tonight I'm going to make sure you match me, climax for climax." She grinned and licked her lips. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"

Then she cocked her hip and, with hands on my shoulders for leverage, flipped us over so that I was beneath her. My cock momentarily lost its housing in her pussy, but she corrected that oversight quickly, and settled down sharply. Her heavy tits bobbed over my face, begging to be sucked and kissed. Karen had other ideas, however. She settled back on her haunches so that my cock, sweetly imprisoned within her velvet pussy, was sharply angled away from my belly. I felt a stab of painful pleasure at the very base of my cock. Karen constricted her pussy around my engorged rod, and reached down behind her to grip and squeeze my balls.

That did it. We hadn't even started fucking in this position, but she made me cum anyway. I gripped her hips in my hands and thrust upward, driving my cock into her with enough strength to lift my buttocks and her body off the bed. As I did, my cock hardened and lengthened and I felt a massive charge rise up from the base to the tip of my rod. My cock spat its payload, one sticky, molten glob at a time. Again and again my penis fired deep within her pussy, sending arcs of white cum to splatter against her insides. My strength failed and our bodies fell back onto the bed and still I came, one shuddering jet of jism after another. It leaked from her pussy and dripped down onto my balls and pelvis, and still I came.

Karen fell forward, her tits bouncing against my chest, and kissed me hard. Finally, I stopped. Her pussy was still tight, keeping me hard. She was slick and sloppy and feeling wonderful.

Karen kissed me fiercely and licked the sweat from my brow. "How was that?" she asked. My cock was still hard, so I simply grinned and flexed. Karen jumped. "I see I still have some work to do."

"Mmm," I agreed. "Get cracking."

"You're a cruel taskmaster, sweetheart," Karen laughed. She kissed my cheek, brushed her lips against mine, and then began to slowly kiss her way down my body. When her hips shifted and she pulled away, letting my engorged member slide out of her, I released a plaintive moan. Karen merely giggled at my distress. But as she rubbed her smooth cheek against my abdomen and licked me, my cock found itself butting up against the lower slopes of her breasts.

I felt her slim fingers encircle my girth and begin to manipulate me. She used the slick head of my cock to gently caress her nipples, leaving trails of our mixed fluids across her skin. She sat back a little and cupped her tits, wedging my cock between them. I was enveloped in soft, warm flesh, and I bounced between each hefty tit as Karen slapped my cock around. I groaned and thrust against her. My cockhead peaked out between her breasts, the eye winking at her. Karen's tongue darted out to taste. My cock quivered and throbbed and spat cream onto her tongue.

Slowly, but with growing speed, Karen began to titfuck me. She cupped her tits and pressed them tight around my rampaging cock and bounced up and down, sucking me deep within her cleavage and back up again, where she pressed her lips against the tip. I ran my fingers through her hair, an auburn cloud now, her delicate wave long since come apart during the melee, and watched the show. Karen looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

She squeezed me tight between her mams and my cock leapt straight up, bumping against Karen's chin. She snorted, stifling a chuckle. "You never lack for energy, do you?"

"Can you blame me?" I paused, then added, "It's not funny."

"You'd think so if you could see your expression," she said, giggling. "Especially from this angle." She ducked her head and placed a dry kiss against my glans. Involuntarily, I flexed, hard and throbbing. Karen giggled again.

"You know, you keep laughing you'll ruin the mood."

Karen arched an eyebrow, her green eyes twinkling. "Oh, we don't want that happening do we?" She released my cock from the sweet prison of her breasts and kissed the tip once more, lightly grazing it with her tongue. Her saliva mixed with my natural precoital fluids and dripped down the length of my dick.

With a sucking sound, she raised her head. My cock bobbed free and clear again. "How's that for mood?" she asked me.

"That's. . . not bad," I squeaked. She laughed, and went down on me again. With one hand she cupped my balls, and began to roll them between her fingers. My cock disappeared between her lips, and her tongue undulated along its length, pulling me in deeper into her mouth. I felt one of Karen's fingers trace the flesh beneath my sack and begin to slip between the cheeks of my ass, tickling slightly.

My cock surged within her mouth and her cheeks grew hollow as she applied suction, urging the cum from my balls. I was almost there, ready for the second go, when I felt Karen's finger probe my sphincter.

"What are you -?" I managed to gasp out before her finger slid inside me past the first knuckle. She pressed hard, and suddenly my cock was swelling in her mouth and I felt my orgasm crest. With a startled groan, I came harder than I'd ever come before. My balls contracted, the cum boiling within them, and surged up my shaft to spray straight down Karen's throat. She coughed and whipped her head free as my cum continued to spray, one pearly white ribbon after another. An arc fell across Karen's cheek, trailing down to her lips. Another scattered across her neck and dripped beneath her breasts.

Karen coughed again, her eyes bright, but she aimed my cock at her tits. My cum continued to splatter, hot and white, against her skin. Trails and pools formed where it fell, and then finally I was spent. My cock wavered and began to slowly retract. Karen licked her lips, making the cum staining them disappear. She hefted a tit and licked my cum off the slope. My cock hardened again immediately.

"I love how you do that," she laughed. She scooped up cum between her fingers and fed it herself.

I laughed too, but fell back against the bed. "I swear, one of these days you're going to give me a heart attack."

Karen rose and pounced on me. "I'll test that theory."

And we did, at least four more times that night. I didn't think I had it in me, but Karen insisted. One for one, she promised, and she made sure of it. I fucked her from behind, my belly slapping against her plush ass, my hands fondling her heavy breasts. I fucked her in the ass while she rode me, arching her back against my chest and shoving three fingers into her steaming snatch. We fucked in the shower, to wash the cum and sweat and other fluids from our bodies, and we finished up in my bed once more. We fell asleep entangled on one another's bodies, me still inside her, and her spooned against me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I reflected to myself that Karen and I should get engaged more often.

I woke briefly, later that night, as Mom crept into the room. She knelt beside the bed, her bewitching perfume filling the air. Automatically, my cock stiffened within Karen, who though unconscious, moaned and stretched against me.

"Mission accomplished?" Mom whispered.

I nodded sleepily. It took me a moment to realize the movement was probably lost in the darkness. "Yes," I whispered back. "We're engaged," I added.

Mom's eyes grew wide in the dim light from the hallway. "What?" she said.

I started to wake up a little more, uncertain how to take her expression. "She proposed, I accepted." Karen stirred against me; her calf rubbed my ankle, her ass pushed against my stomach, and her hand fell against my hip. "Are you mad?" I asked Mom.

She smiled broadly. "Mad? Oh, honey, why would I be mad?" Suddenly she threw herself on the bed, sprawling across Karen and I. Karen snapped awake, and I sensed her immediate distress, but it quickly diffused when Mom kissed Karen full on the lips. "My babies!" Mom exclaimed, sitting up, straddling Karen and I. "My babies are getting married!"

She took it surprisingly well, I thought.

Karen and I were married that summer. I was nineteen, her twenty-ninth birthday was not far away. We held the ceremony at the house with a small gathering of family and friends. Mom looked absolutely deadly in a tight yellow dress that showed off her fantastic figure, and Karen's bridesmaids, her former roommates Lena, Justine and Rebecca, managed to fill out their dresses nicely as well. But Karen stole the show.

She wore a white, scoop-necked dress that revealed an acre of cleavage. It fell to her ankles, but a slit up the legs showed a generous expanse of thigh and calf clad in skintight white hose. Her veil was abbreviated, just enough to pin back her mane of auburn hair, and she carried a bouquet of yellow roses. She wore her emerald on a white ribbon around her neck.

Myself, I wore a white tuxedo with a yellow tie and cummerbund. I think I looked okay, and the appraising glance Mom couldn't quite disguise suggested I was sharply dressed. The ceremony itself was largely a blur, as was the reception afterward, and by nightfall Karen and I were winging our way towards Hawaii for two sun dappled weeks of honeymoon bliss.

Mom came with us, of course. She got a sitter to watch the house for us, a guy a year or two older than I, the son of one of the women who worked in Mom's office. Andrew Wilson, I think his name was, but I never had a chance to meet him. Mom took care of all the details, including booking the caterers, the flight, the hotel, and everything else. That saved Karen and I additional stress as I finished my senior year of high school and she closed in on her last year of grad school. We could enjoy the event without any undue worry or waste.

Karen and I arrived at the hotel in Honolulu ahead of Mom. She took a later flight as a sort of "cover," but I think she was being over-cautious. It was just as well, I suppose. The long flight, following the ceremony and celebration, left both Karen and I too tired to do much but undress and cuddle beneath the satin sheets of our hotel's honeymoon suite. I was unconscious within moments, despite the warm press of Karen?s prodigious bosom against my chest and the silken pressure of her thigh against my crotch. Still, my beautiful wife was fast asleep before I drifted off into slumber.

I woke in the middle of the night, brain muddled by sleep, to a soft but insistent knocking at the door. Karen murmured quietly against my chest and shifted slightly, but remained oblivious. I gently disengaged myself from her and padded naked to the door. One glance through the spyhole confirmed my suspicions; Mom had finally made it. According to the plan, she had registered in a smaller room elsewhere in the hotel, but would end up spending most of her time with us in the suite.

I opened the door with a grin and Mom slipped inside. She had exchanged her formal wear from the wedding for a cream colored suit that had a slightly too short skirt and diaphanous blouse that showed her maroon bra beneath. She was in my arms before I shut the door, her mouth on mine and her tongue slipping beneath my lips to coax my own tongue out. After a few quiet moments of sucking face, Mom released me, allowing herself one final lick across my upper lip.

"Oh God," she whispered, "you don't know how wet the two of you made me all day. Karen in that dress, my boy become a man, everything so perfect and right. I just wish I could have been up on that dais with you two today."

I kissed her forehead lightly. "You were, Mom, you were."

She smiled widely, her eyes bright for a moment, and gave me a motherly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetie." She reached down between us and grasped my hardening rod between her soft fingers. "We'll take care of this in a moment," she promised, "but first. . ." She turned towards the bed, where Karen still lay sleeping. Mom kicked off her heels and slipped out of her coat. Two steps later, her skirt was unzipped and slipping down her sleek thighs. Her blouse fluttered to the floor next.

Clad only in thong and bra, my statuesque and bronzed mother approached my sleeping wife and carefully climbed into bed beside her. Karen made quiet sounds and rolled towards Mom unconsciously, the sheet around her rising and falling with her breath. Mom reached down delicately and pulled a lock of hair across Karen's brow, tucking it behind Karen's ear. Mom leaned in and pressed her full lips against Karen's forehead, and finally my sleepy wife's eyes fluttered open.

"Janine," she breathed languorously, stretching her plush body beneath the sheets. "You made it."

"Mmmm," Mom agreed, giving Karen a proper kiss which Karen hungrily returned. When they broke away, Mom asked, "Have you two consummated your marriage bed yet?"

"I'm afraid not," I told her, approaching the bed finally. "We were a bit too shagged out after the flight to shag."

Mom giggled and kissed Karen's throat. "Well, then, my dears, I'm afraid I'm going to have to impose and request that Billy fucks my brains out first." Mom's head dipped lower, and I saw her peel the sheet from Karen, revealing her tremendous breasts tipped with their strawberry pink nipples. Both were already erect and enflamed with passion, and I heard Karen hiss as Mom's teeth scored a hit upon them.

"Impose all you want," Karen agreed amiably. "Just keep doing that." Mom obliged. I suppressed a smile and turned on the lamp on the nightstand so I could have a better look at my ladies. Karen grinned lustily up at me and ran her fingers through Mom's hair, urging Mom's ministrations on. Karen gave my cock an appraising look, but her attention was quickly diverted. She made an "O" with her mouth and her eyes narrowed as Mom sealed her lips around Karen's right nipple and applied suction.

My cock bobbed and lurched in my lap, eager and hungry. I joined Mom and Karen on the bed, making it sag further under my weight, and placed my palms on Mom's broad hips. She arched her back, lifting her pretty ass closer to me, as I hooked my thumbs in her panties and tugged them down her thighs. With a little help from her, I pulled them completely free, leaving Mom nearly nude. At the same time, Mom managed to wrestle the bedsheets lower on the bed, uncovering Karen's alabaster form. Mom slipped two fingers between Karen's netherlips and began to stroke her slowly. Karen moaned.

I maneuvered myself between Mom's legs, grabbed her bronze thighs in my hands and pulled them apart. Gripping my cock in one hand, I sidled up behind her and pressed my cockhead against the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet, open and inviting, and without preamble I slid home within her.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Mom hissed, momentarily loosing Karen's nipple from her lips. Karen gently returned Mom to her breast. I grabbed Mom by the waist and slowly began to fuck her. She moaned into Karen's tits and fucked back at me forcefully. Her plush ass pressed against my abdomen and her pussy opened up to suck me deep inside her. I had intended to tease Mom and give her a slow, delicious fuck, simply because she wanted something savage and primal, but I found myself quickening my pace. Enveloped within her warmth and wetness, driving deep into my very birthplace, awakened my own passions, and within moments I was pounded hard and fast into her.

As always, we fit perfectly. Every fold and recess of her pussy seemed ready made to accept every ridge and projection of my cock. My mushroom head surged against the roof of her womb with each jab; her lips held me so tightly that her clit rubbed along the underside of my lance. Mom's juices frothed, leaking down her thighs and my balls, releasing a heady scent that only made me fuck her harder. I pounded into her brutally, her pussy slurping and sucking at my cock with every thrust, and she gave up all pretense of playing with Karen's tits. Mom's blonde head fell into the valley between Karen's breasts, and Karen merely held Mom's body, letting me fuck her.

Mom moaned and groaned with each thrust, her voice rising gradually in pitch as I pounded into her.

"Take my bra off," Mom managed to gasp out. "Suck my tits," she ordered. I thought for a moment she meant for me to do it, and wondered just how I might accomplish the task buried hilt deep within her from behind. But before I could form much more than that thought, Karen's slim fingers found the catch on Mom's bra and slipped it from her shoulders. Mom rose up on her hands, letting her pendulous breasts swing free. Karen scooted a little - I felt her knee nudge my thigh - and then began to kiss and nip at Mom's tits, kneading the firm but pliant flesh with her fingers.

Mom's climax crested. Her pussy clamped down tight around my cock, and I was inundated with her juices. Her whole body grew rigid for a heartbeat, and then she began to thrash and cry out beneath me. I grinned and continued to fuck her, knowing only too well that Mom would come off again and again.

Her second orgasm came fast on the first, and she gripped me so tightly that I thought my prick would snap off. Karen slipped lower on the bed, and her neatly trimmed pussy pressed against my knee. She began to rub against me insistently, humping against me while she busied her lips and fingers with Mom's breasts. I felt the cum churn in my balls, and knew my own climax was fast approaching. With a sound somewhere between grunt and gasp, I redoubled my efforts and pounded more forcefully between Mom's thighs.

Karen cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. Mom cried out, her third orgasm of the night shaking her violently, and finally I came. My cock flexed and expanded, surging within the tight passage of Mom's delectable pussy, and my balls grew tight, squeezing the cum out in a volley that splattered Mom's insides with spurt after spurt of pearly semen. I came and came, a thundering climax that refused to lessen. Mom's pussy overflowed with fluid and it began to leak out of her, dripping down the length of my cock and balls, falling into Karen's cupped hand.

I dragged my still spurting cock from Mom's clenched pussy with a squelching noise, and painted the last few dregs of cum across the bronze globes of her ass. Gasping and heaving, fighting for breath, I fell backwards. Mom and Karen exchanged a passionate kiss, and they rearranged themselves across the bed so as to allow Karen greater access to Mom's cum-saturated cunt. Mom balanced on elbows and knees above Karen, her heavy breasts dangling over Karen's smooth belly. My wife grabbed my mother's ass and squeezed the bronze globes, pulling Mom's pussy closer to her face. As I watched, Karen began to eat Mom out, sucking and licked my cum from Mom's pussy with a feverish relish that had my cock regaining its former rigidity quite quickly, especially when Mom returned the favor and traced her tongue along the folds of Karen's soaking cunt.

I got myself a drink of water and sucked on ice cubes while I watched the show. Mom's head dipped between Karen's spread legs. Her pink tongue played along Karen's lips, then darted between them, inside her. Karen's head dropped back, her lips stained with both Mom's and my cum, moaning. "Oh, Janine, you've got the lightest touch, so perfect."

"Uh, excuse me," I interrupted, "I am right here, you know."

Mom kissed Karen's inner thigh an winked at me. She went back to work. Karen, for her part, simply licked cum from her lips and ignored me.

I frowned and stood up. "I know at least one thing I do better than Mom," I said petulantly. I rose and, cock in hand, gently nudged Mom aside. She frowned dramatically, lashed the head of my dick with her tongue, and moved aside. My palms fell across Karen's hips and my cock brushed against her steaming gash.

"What are you two up to?" Karen's muffled voice asked.

Mom and I shared a grin. Mom laid the flat of her hand across the length of my cock and pressed my engorged head into Karen's pussy. She swallowed me eagerly, hot and wet, and I slipped inside my wife. "Ooh," Karen said.

Mom laughed. "Get back to work, there, Kay." she ordered. "I'm going to watch the show." Mom leaned back into Karen's face, pushing her pussy against Karen's mouth once more, and laid her head against Karen's thigh as I began to fuck her. I thrust deep, sharp and quick, and pulled back out again. Karen's hips followed me. Her arms wrapped around Mom's waist and, judging by the expression on Mom's beautiful face, she did indeed go back to work.

I began to gently rock against Karen, careful not to dislodge Mom from her perch, but careful also to move quickly enough to keep Karen happy. She wrapped her legs around my ass to urge me on, and the movement forced Mom to shift her head. In retaliation, Mom found Karen's clit and kissed it, sucking the hard nubbin of flesh between her lips. Karen's legs tightened like steel clamps around my waist, jamming me hard and deep into her steaming depths. My cock bucked and throbbed within Karen as she came hard, inundating me with her fluids. Her pussy formed a tight seal around the base of my cock, but still she leaked, but Mom was there to slurp it away.

When the tension in Karen's muscles slackened, Mom rolled off of her, a sweaty spread-eagled heap on the bed. Karen's eyes were half-lidded and smiled up at me, one of those steamy, languorous smiles that always made my heart thunder in my chest. I dropped down atop her, catching myself with my hands on either side of her head. Karen's tits pressed against me, nipples deliciously hard. "Was it good for you?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. I flexed my cock, still buried deep within her. The other eyebrow rose and her mouth made a small "o."

"You're not keeping up with your wifely duties," I told her wryly. It was her turn to flex, tightening the soft folds of her pussy around me. I think I said something like "eep."

"Yeah, that's more like it," Karen said with a laugh. Her thighs wrapped around my hips, her calves pressing against my ass. I started fucking her again. The bed bounced with each thrust, and Karen's tits bounced against my chest. The bed shifted a little too violently, and then Mom entered my frame of vision once more. Mom kissed Karen fiercely, sucking Karen's tongue into her mouth.

And that was all it took, really: Mom and Karen tongue wrestling. They shared a passionate, heartfelt kiss, and I felt my balls tighten and the cum raced up through my charging cock. My grip tightened hard on Karen's hips, hard enough to elicit a grunt from her that Mom kindly muffled, and my cock rammed deep into her steaming pussy. My dick expanded, swelled, and spat its precious load once more.

"He's cumming," Karen hissed, releasing Mom. Karen's eyes rolled back and she added her own fluids to the soup forming at the juncture of our thighs. Mom slid down Karen's body in a sinuous wave, wedging Karen and I apart. Mom's hands splayed against my hips and she pushed me backward. My still spurting cock slurped free of Karen's clasping pussy. It sprayed a long ribbon of bright white jism across Mom's right cheek, forcing a reflexive blink. Yet she didn't slow, instead darting forward and clamping her lips around my spasming rod. The rest of my payload sprayed into Mom's mouth. She swallowed eagerly.

Gasping for breath, I fell back on the bed. Mom collected the cum on her cheek with a fingernail and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm, creamy and delicious," she laughed. She crawled up beside me and molded her body against mine. Karen followed, taking the opposite side. Karen's lips, smelling faintly of Mom's pussy, pressed against my cheek.

"My stud," Karen whispered happily into my ear.

"My baby," Mom whispered into my other ear.

I couldn't speak. I was already drifting off into sleep. I was happier than a I ever thought a man could possibly be, sandwiched between the two most beautiful and sexy woman who had ever lived.

I awoke in an empty bed, with the morning sun falling upon me through the windows. Fuzzy headed, I levered myself to my feet and padded naked to the bathroom, pausing only to pick up my glasses. The bathroom was empty too, though I checked every spacious inch. Mom had really picked a great hotel. I hopped in the shower and quickly scrubbed down, then headed back out into the suite drying myself with a little towel.

Then I spotted Mom and Karen. Not that they had been hiding, but I'd just been too blind to see them. They were eating breakfast out on the balcony, with the glass doors closed so as not to interrupt with my rest. Though how I missed the arrival of room service escaped me.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. Mom and Karen both looked up and smiled in greeting. I saw a light breakfast spread across the glass table where they sat. There was fruit salad, toast, bagels and cream cheese, and grapefruit, all very appetizing, but what really made my mouth water was the display of pulchritude laid out before my gaze.

Mom, tall and bronze, wore only a white robe that barely fell to her hips. It left her long, well-muscled legs naked, though demurely crossed, and fell open at the neck to display a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at me and smiled. "There's my sleepyhead," she said.

Karen, pale where Mom was dark and dark where she was pale, had her long auburn locks tied into a loose ponytail. The bright morning sun brought out her highlights, making her hair appear almost as red as her full lips. Those lips quirked into a smile as I admired the deep, freckle dotted cleavage that peeked out from beneath the bodice of her silk robe, as well as the way the fabric clinged so tightly to the massive hemispheres floating on her chest. I guessed that my lustful gaze was quite smoldering, because her nipples quickly rose to attention.

"Morning, dear," Karen said. Holding the towel around my waist, I bent over to kiss my wife lightly on the lips, and then offered the same to Mom. I noted that there were only two chairs, natural enough in a honeymoon suite, so I stood while grabbing a piece of toast. I really wanted a bagel, but if I tried to put cream cheese on it the towel would fall.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Mom said, making as if to get up. I tried to forestall her and pour myself a glass of orange juice at the same time, the toast trapped between my teeth. Mom wouldn't take no for an answer. She rose smoothly, practically towering over me even barefoot, and forced me into the chair. Karen giggled and handed me a bagel lathered in cream cheese. I shrugged, gave up, and decided to enjoy breakfast.

Mom moved to the rail and looked over it, admiring the view. From the balcony we could see the beach and the crystal blue Pacific Ocean beyond it. Directly beneath us was the hotel pool, an elaborate affair that included several hot tubs and a fountain. I couldn't understand the need for a pool this close to the ocean, but didn't let it bother me.

"Oh look," Mom said, "there's already a couple families splashing around in the pool down there." I glanced her way and noticed the hem of her robe had risen appreciably, revealing the taut golden globes of her ass. Karen winked at me. The simple knot at my waist loosened easily as my hardening cock lifted the towel out of my lap.

I looked around at the other balconies along the side of the building and didn't see anyone. Karen gave me the all clear signal and urged me on with a playful nod. I set the bagel down and got to my feet easily. The towel fluttered to the floor. Mom didn't notice I had moved until I pressed my naked body against her back and my rampant cock nudged between her legs.

"Bill, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. There was an indignant note in her voice but also a touch of excitement. Her knuckles turned white around the railing as my hands fell upon her wrists. I kissed her shoulder and slowly pressed my abdomen against her springy ass. My cockhead bumped up against her pussy. I felt moisture there already.

"There's no one around to see, Janine," Karen pointed out. I heard her laugh throatily, but didn't look, as I was busy sucking on Mom?s right earlobe. My wife added, "But just imagine if someone could."

Mom groaned and pressed back against me. My sensitive cockhead felt her pussy begin to open up, like the petals of a flower. "Oh God," Mom moaned, "anyone down there could look up and see. . ." She trailed off.

"A son plowing his mother?" I whispered in her ear. Her hips jumped. Her ass pressed hard against my stomach, and my cock, ramrod straight, began to enter her. Just the head, dripping precum that mixed with Mom's own precoital fluid. I risked a glance at Karen, and saw her robe open. Her heavy breasts gently bobbed on her chest as her fingers busied themselves between her legs. I smiled salaciously at her. "I'll be with you in a second," I told her.

"I'll hold you to that," she hissed.

Mom lifted her right hand and I let her go. She didn't disappoint. Her hand dropped between her thighs. Her fingers splayed against the length of my cock, fluttering along the underside. They tightened briefly, just long enough to give my cock a quick tug and allow me to fully thrust into her pussy. Wet and hot she welcomed me, gripping me like a velvet glove. Mom tossed her head, throwing blonde locks into my face, and sank down onto me. Her cunt swallowed me hole, sucking me in to the hilt. I buried my head in her shoulder and bit into the collar of her robe to keep from roaring in triumph.

Then I began to fuck my mother. In public.

The railing rattled with each thrust of my cock. Each time I hammered home, Mom's grip on it tightened. I left one hand beside hers, and slid the other one beneath the robe to squeeze and fondle her breasts, pinching and pulling on her diamond hard nipples. Mom's breath came in short gasps as she fucked back against me. Her pussy flexed and relaxed, holding me tight one moment and loose the next, letting me jam inside and withdraw.

"Oh shit," Mom spat out, gasping. "That fat fucker down there is watching us." I stretched my neck, and saw who she was talking about. A heavyset guy in a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, sprawled across a deck chair and ostensibly attached to a couple kids splashing in the water, was craning his neck and looking up at us. He was too far away to read his expression, but the angle was unmistakable. He was indeed watching us.

If anything, Mom's pussy became hotter and wetter, and her movements more frenzied. The metal railing rattled alarmingly. The fat guy was now nudging the portly woman in the deck chair beside him. She shaded her eyes with a hand and followed his pointing finger. She looked shocked for a moment, her other hand pressed against her chest as if trying to still the beating of her heart, and then she leaned against the man and whispered something in his ear that made him look away from us, laughing, and kiss her on the cheek.

Mom threw her head back and bit her lip, choking back one of her trademark orgasmic screams as her body grew rigid and then thrashed against me. Her pussy tightened hard around my thrusting cock. I felt my dick expand within her, bumping up against the roof of her womb. That triggered a second orgasm for Mom and set off my first.

My balls must have had plenty of rest during the night, because that first orgasm of the day was a gusher. My nuts tightened like little fists, my cock expanded, hard and hungry, and the first load of cum shot free, splattering Mom's molten inner core with ribbon after ribbon of pearly jism. With each contraction, each blast, I thrust against Mom, trying to dig myself even deeper. She responded with equal fervor, as though trying to swallow me completely inside.

At last, spent, I leaned against her, my arms and legs weak and shaky. Mom felt as weak as a kitten beneath me, and a drop of blood trailed down her lip. I pulled myself away from her with a sucking sound and staggered backwards. My prodigious load instantly began to leak out of Mom, trailing down her thighs. She stood at the railing for a long moment, fighting to catch her breath, post-orgasmic tremors shaking her lush frame.

"Are they still watching?" Mom asked weakly.

"Yes," Karen told us. Her legs were splayed, three fingers jammed deep within her weeping pussy. Her chest heaved, tits bobbing lustily, as a dark flush spread across her chest.

"Good," Mom said. She untied the loose belt at her waist and whipped the robe off her body, standing on the balcony briefly in all her glory, a golden goddess, freshly fucked. Then she threw the robe on the floor and turned on me. "You, young man, are dead meat," she said, advancing on me. Her tone was mischievous, but there was a hard glint in her blue eyes.

"Uh," I started to say. Mom grabbed me and dragged me into the suite. Karen followed, laughing.
