Chapter 1 -- The Wild Girlfriend

Monday. September 21st. 7:13 PM.

Who had it better than Jeff? He'd be willing to take on all challengers when it came to a battle of lifestyles. The high school senior had it made. Just look at today for example. He attended school, went to football practice where he was the star safety on a team that would most likely compete for a state championship, and he didn't have any real bills or concerns in life. And, oh yeah, he had a beautiful brunette bobbing up and down on his dick.

He ran into Abby—who was referred to as Abigail by everyone except himself—at a pool party over summer vacation. It took two hours but he finally made a move on her. Hey, YOLO, right? He promised himself that his days of not asking girls out were over. He had a thing for Abby ever since they were in the same Algebra class back in ninth grade, but just like all his previous crushes, he never asked her out. Something clicked for him on that muggy June day in Chris Bocchetti's backyard though. Was it seeing his classmates flirt with their own crushes? Or maybe the many bikinis that were on display for the testosterone fueled teenage boys finally snapped him out of it? Whatever it was, thank God that something finally woke him up.

There was no way around it: Abby was his dream girl. She was a fit and perky five-foot-five, with long brown hair, and light brown eyes which constantly sparkled. Her doe eyes were so inviting and comforting. She was a bundle of positive energy that always put him in a good mood. A simple smile from his girlfriend would make a shitty day better. A mere hug relieved his fever. Sure, he was young, but he'd started to embrace the idea of spending the rest of his life with her.

"That feels so good..." he moaned.

It took two months for them to take that giant leap together. They were both virgins: Abby a complete novice when it came to the world of sex, and Jeff having only received one blowjob from a cheerleader during a tenth grade football party. The two decided to take things slow. A week of dating passed before they shared their first kiss, two weeks before they made out, a month for Abby to allow him to feel her up, and two months before her first attempt at oral sex. But once they got their feet wet, they certainly decided to make up for lost time.

He felt like a porn star over the past thirty days. When wasn't he getting his dick sucked? Abby's sex drive was insane, and things completely went into overdrive when they finally had intercourse for the first time three weeks ago.

"Suck my balls."

Jeff still waited for someone to make a case for their life being better than his. Here he was, on the sofa in his girlfriend's parents' family room, with his dream girl kneeling in front of him on the floor, and his balls in her mouth per his request. He felt like a rock star, except he didn't need or want a line of groupies every night. He only wanted one girl, and lucky for him, she wanted him too.

Abby took a break from her task at hand to peer up at her boyfriend. "Am I doing good?"

He could only smile. The juvenile, childlike cadence that she loved to use during sex caused his cock to throb. She truly was an angel.

"So good," he told her. "You're so fuckin' sexy."

She fluttered her long eyelashes rapidly. "Thank you, Daddy. It's my job to make you feel good."

He didn't even start the daddy shit! It was all her! See how awesome his life was?

Abby's only requirement during oral sex involved Jeff taking his shirt off. How couldn't that be her demand? Her six-foot-one, brown-haired, brown-eyed boyfriend was a stud! He was all muscle. Thick traps, wide shoulders, chiseled abs, and big biceps. He was being scouted by a few colleges but she wasn't a jersey chaser. She wasn't really even obsessed with his body either. Did she love it? Absolutely. Was it a deal-breaker? No way. It was his confidence that drove her crazy, and she learned over the years that confidence and good looks seemed to go hand in hand. The better you look, the better you feel; and the better you feel, the more confident you are.

Every day together made her appreciate him more. He was so funny, smart, and good to her. She knew how most of the boys at school behaved, and she was very familiar with the boyfriends that her friends had. Let's just say that she definitely hit the jackpot. Her sweet, sexy, kind boyfriend was the perfect guy.

But as crazy as the blowjobs, sex, and dirty talk all were, it was the way that his girlfriend liked to be treated that surprised Jeff the most. Sure, she enjoyed romantic gestures, and she loved when he surprised her with flowers or planned a picnic in the park. Deep shoulder massages and long bouts with his head buried between her legs were most likely her second and third favorite activities on the list, but coming in at number one with a bullet, without a challenger in sight, was when he took control and dominated her.

It'd originally started with an extremely cautious pump into her mouth during a blowjob. It was hard not to try it. He'd spent the previous seven years watching porn, after all. He had no intention to make her gag or choke, but the desire to be in control was something that he needed to try. And when she looked up, smiled, and told him to do it again? Well, he knew that he'd won the lottery.

"You gonna deepthroat me?"

She planted kisses along the length of his cock. "Is that what Daddy wants?"

"You know it's what Daddy wants."

"Well, maybe Daddy should take what he wants then," she grinned up at him.

He hopped out of his seat, clamped onto the sides of her head with his hands, and pulled her into him roughly.

Abby wasn't just a novice before dating Jeff—she was somewhat naive to the world of sex. She'd learned so many things over the past three months. So many nights were spent on her computer, scouring the internet for every drop of information that her young mind could absorb. She yearned to be amazing in bed. She didn't want Jeff to ever think about straying, and as much as she'd learned over the past ninety days, four things really stood out in particular.

One: it wasn't normal to lack a gag reflex. The internet told her that her oral prowess was sought after by not only every boyfriend and husband on the planet, but by every girl who would choke and gag during oral sex. Her ability to effortlessly swallow her boyfriend was something that only a small percentage of women possessed, and she was fortunate enough to be in that group. She couldn't imagine only being able to take a few inches of Jeff in her mouth. Not like she had to worry about that. She was her boyfriend's very own deepthroat queen.

Two: receiving oral is AMAZING. She didn't need the internet for that one either. Something told her Jeff had put some quality time into reading up on the art of cunnilingus though. His unbelievable tongue could take her places that she didn't know existed, and the thing that he loved to do with his two fingers inside her? Apparently, he stroked her G-Spot. Whatever it was, she was ready to marry him each and every time he did it.

Three: rough sex might be even more incredible. Having her hair pulled, her ass slapped, and her neck lightly choked were indescribable feelings of submission. She was so vulnerable under the big, strong hold of her stud boyfriend, and her body seemed to turn to goo whenever she experienced that sensation of helplessness. It took the feeling of being dominated for her to cum during intercourse, and much to her surprise, that was another thing that the internet told her most women couldn't do.

Four: and this caught her the most off guard. Jeff had a really big dick. How was she supposed to know? She'd never watched porn. In fact, erotica was the kinkiest smut that she indulged in before dating Jeff, and the only reason that she'd watched any X-rated filth lately was to pick up some new tricks to surprise her man with. So imagine her surprise when she realized that he stacked up extremely well with Porn Valley's finest?

But his size really hit home the most when her best friend Kate showed her a dick picture that she received from a guy that she met at the beach. It paled in comparison to what her boyfriend worked with, and Kate's reaction after asking to see a picture of Jeff only confirmed what she already knew. Kate gasped, responded with "lucky bitch," and Abby smiled from ear-to-ear for the rest of the day. She really was a lucky bitch, wasn't she?

And now it was time to show her boyfriend just how lucky he made her feel. Abby relaxed herself and allowed his strong hold to force his towering cock into her throat. It was one effortless slide of fullness. Her lips met his groin, her nose pressed against his pelvic bone, and she submissively took all of her man—just like a good girl should.

Her pulsating throat hummed on his cock, turning his legs to jelly. Nothing stroked his ego like the way that she deferred to him. He wasn't some dominant asshole who needed a woman to look up to him. He also wasn't a chauvinist jerk who thought that women belonged in the kitchen. Abby was talented, charismatic, and a hell of a lot smarter than he was, but he was the man in their relationship. And as a man, he enjoyed being in control. And as a woman, sexually, Abby got off on submitting to him. They were a perfect match.

His right hand journeyed from her head and found his balls. He lifted them up and watched her tongue struggle to slide out of her mouth. Slowly but surely, it managed to work its way to his testicles, where she licked his nuts while his dick remained lodged down her throat.

This was heaven. This was zen. Whatever this actually was, nothing could possibly be better than this moment. He loved this girl. He loved her so much that he decided to be a bit of an asshole.

His hand dropped his balls and instead moved to her nose, where his thumb and index finger wasted no time pinching it shut.

Abby instantly gagged.

Her head attempted to recoil but he held it in place. Her gentle brown eyes blinked repeatedly as a tear trickled from the corner of her right eye and ran down her cheek.

He didn't relax his hold.

She gagged again and a thick wad of spit exploded from her mouth and collected on her chin. He could feel the slime drip down his bare thighs but he refused to ease up. Instead, he pulled her even closer.

Dominance met submission. A guy who liked to be in control had a girl who lived for being owned in his grasp. They explored new boundaries together.

More and more saliva poured from her mouth before he finally released his grip. She immediately lunged backward, allowing her oxygen deprived lungs a chance to collect the air that she so desperately needed.

Jeff glanced down at thighs which were covered in his girlfriend's slobber. When she turned back to look at him, the front of her light purple t-shirt possessed a healthy mess of drool. That was rough, messy, and exactly the way he liked it. Abby didn't seem so pleased, however.

"You're an asshole!"

He couldn't help but grin. "You loved it."

She definitely couldn't deny that. Those magical fifteen seconds of not being able to breath would linger with her for hours. Her true feelings were located under her jean shorts and inside her cute pink cotton panties, because they were absolutely soaked.

"You love choking on my cock, don't you?"

She glanced sheepishly off to the side. "Maybe..."

"Who's my little slut?"

She bit her lower lip before look back at the stud standing in front of her. "I am."

"Louder," he demanded.

"I'm your little slut!" she shouted. "I'm your little whore!"

"You certainly—"

"Choke me again!" she interrupted frantically. "And pinch my nose too! Don't let go until I tap your leg!"

He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of her brunette hair before taking a slight detour. Instead of impaling her throat on his cock again, he pulled her closer and kissed her.

Abby would cum if she touched her clit. What was all that stuff her father told her when she was younger? About finding a successful guy who could give her a great life? Fuck that. She didn't know if Jeff would end up making six-figures or six thousand dollars, and she honestly couldn't care less either. Her boyfriend loved her, respected her, and knew exactly how to treat her. Would she really give up a lifetime of sexual satisfaction for a vacation house in the Florida Keys? Hell no. Some other girl could enjoy the beach, because she would be too busy choking on her man's cock.

A war raged in her soul. She could either continue to kiss the man she adored, or swallow the cock that she consistently craved. Lust won this time as she broke off their embrace and wrapped her lips around the head of his manhood. Moments later, her nose met his trimmed pubic hair for the second time tonight.

Did his girlfriend have a limit? Every time he thought that they approached the endpoint of what Abby could handle sexually, she cruised right past it with a smile. Five seconds quickly turned to ten; and before he knew it, ten turned to twenty. This girl was something else.

"You okay?"

She responded by balling her fists on his thighs to defiantly protest any intention of tapping. Abby did her best to hide it, but she was the jealous type. And while she would never not allow her boyfriend to watch porn, it still bothered her that he did. She wanted to be the girl on his mind twenty-four seven. She worked hard at the gym, but she wasn't some porn chick with eight percent body fat and huge tits, and part of her couldn't help but be envious of those girls. Is that what Jeff really wanted? Were all the compliments and sweet gestures just a placeholder until he found a better girlfriend?

Of course not. His adulation was sincere, so why would she doubt their relationship? She needed to control her jealousy. Actually, what she really needed was to breathe.

Jeff's nerves kicked into high gear as he watched her captivating brown eyes begin to fade. The clumps of spit which previously escaped from sides of her mouth were now joined by a steady stream of saliva. She drooled like some kind of ravenous animal.

His hand eased on her head before he thought better and clamped back down. He didn't want to kill her; but at the same time, he desired nothing more than to give her what she craved, and that was to be dominated.

Wave after wave of vibrating bliss washed over every inch of his cock. The pulsations grew stronger as she clung to consciousness. The way that her little button nose pressed against his pelvic bone represented something much stronger than pleasure. It represented trust.

Abby's mind started to wander. The simplest recollection became cloudy. What room she was in turned into a guessing game. As badly as she wanted to hold on, she just couldn't do it any longer.

She finally tapped his thigh.

Jeff instantly released his grip from her head and reached out to hold his girlfriend upright. She panted for breath wildly while he supported her weak body. Her distant, faded brown eyes gradually returned to the present. Every passing second resulted in more vivid animation to appear on her pretty face. Moments later, his girlfriend was back.

"Oh...my...God..."

His smile couldn't possibly be wider. "You're amazing."

"I deepthroated you for so long!" she told him excitedly. "Like a good girl!"

"You're a very go—"

She gazed up at her boyfriend's handsome face curiously. Everything about his strong nose, chiseled jawline, and wavy unkempt hair screamed masculinity. And don't even get her started on the layer of dark stubble on his face! It was enough to bring her to her knees! But his look of concern was her primary focus. Why had he cut himself off mid-sentence?

"Is something wrong?"

He brought his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhh." Something had caught his attention, but he couldn't figure out exactly what.

She waited with him silently for what felt like hours before jumping to her feet. There was no mistaking that noise. The garage door was either opening or closing—preferably the former.

"Is everything back to normal!?" she asked, her eyes darting around the family room in a panic.

Jeff's eyes followed a similar path as he hurried to get dressed and tuck his rock-hard erection into the waistband of his basketball shorts. Everything looked okay to him. He retrieved the remote and increased the volume on the muted television. Abby quickly snatched the control from his hands and found a movie. Perfect. He'd just come over to hang out, they were watching a movie together, and everything was completely innocent. No blowjobs or deepthroating going on here...

The sound of keys jingling just outside the door that connected to the garage caused both of them to tense up. Something still felt off. It was like they forgot something.

"Your shirt!" he shouted.

How did she almost miss that? Thank God that her boyfriend was more observant than her, because the front of her purple t-shirt was a mess of spit and drool. She sprang to her feet and hustled upstairs just as the door opened.

Rapidly approaching footsteps replaced the sound of his girlfriend hurrying up to her bedroom. He looked toward the entrance of the family room just in time to see Mr. P barge in abruptly, before he moved right past him and headed upstairs without even acknowledging his presence.

Well, that about summed up his relationship with Abby's dad.

Jeff understood the rapport that they had, and he didn't blame Mr. P either. He was fucking his daughter, while he was positive that Mr. P didn't want that to happen. He would feel the same way if he was the father of a sexually active eighteen-year-old girl, but maybe Mr. P didn't even know that they were having sex?

The guy seemed pretty oblivious at times. Actually, he was more of a prick than anything. He was always miserable. He wasn't funny, charismatic, or even good-looking. He was a scrawny man in his mid-forties, balding, and always wore an unstylish pair of black framed glasses. Not to mention that he didn't have an ounce of swag either. The beige dress pants, navy blue short-sleeve button-up dress shirt, and light blue tie combination that he'd brisked past him in certainly proved that.

His annoyed look quickly turned to a smile. Clack. Clack. Clack. It was the sound of high heels! And he knew what that meant. Mrs. P!

As much as Abby's dad seemed to hate him, his relationship with her mom was the complete opposite. Mrs. P loved him! Claire was friendly, nice, and constantly laughing. How many times had she told him that he should be a comedian? Or what about the night that she innocently suggested that he bring Mr. P to the gym with him? That didn't go over so well with her husband. There were two girls who Jeff wanted to date in the world. The first was his girlfriend, and if things ever went south in his current relationship, then he wouldn't be above asking out Mrs. P.

His head turned as those clacks on the hardwood grew louder. His still stiff erection throbbed again. He'd never seen her in heels before!

And then he lost his breath.

There were a few great mysteries in life: Stonehenge, the Voynich manuscript, what's really happening at Area 51, and how the fuck Mr. P managed to marry the goddess that he currently gazed at.

He didn't even know where to start. How about with her heels? White platform pump heels with ankle straps that made the five inches of lift even more provocative. His eyes journeyed up her smooth, bronzed legs and just kept going. Her toned calves were the perfect precursor to a seemingly never-ending amount of exposed skin. Just how short was her dress?

His lust made its way past her knees before he felt his body shiver. Her muscular thighs were on full display! She always seemed to be coming or going from the gym, and while the tight yoga pants that she loved to wear definitely showed off her amazing lower body, he'd never been privy to a show like this before.

Inch after inch of tanned thighs engulfed his eyes. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he regrettably met the bottom of her dress. It was white, tight, and he realized just how snug it hugged her heavenly body after he moved further north. But that's when shit got real. That's when Jeff came to the conclusion that he might be dating the wrong girl.

Holy fuckin' cleavage! There was no beating around the bush: Mrs. P was a busty gal, and while the tight shirts and snug sweaters she occasionally wore revealed that, he'd never seen her show off her chest this way. Two big, pushed-up, mouthwatering, knee-weakening, life-changing, masturbation-inducing breasts were on the verge of spilling out of her dress!

Abby definitely wasn't light in the chest department, but she didn't have anything on her mother. His trek up this perfect woman continued as he moved past her plunging v-neck and found her angelic face. God, she looked just like Abby. Long brunette hair that came down to her breasts, pouty lips, rosey cheeks, and those same brown doe eyes.

"Hey, Jeff!"

And just like always, she was thrilled to see him.

"Hey, Mrs-Mrs-Mrs. P," he stammered. Her strut over to the recliner where she tossed her white purse on the cushion had rattled him a bit. As much as her flowing hair bounced with every stride she took, her amazing cleavage jumped even more.

"Where's Abby?"

He instantly smiled. No one called his girlfriend Abby except him. Well, except him and Mrs. P. Eighteen years of referring to her daughter as Abigail had changed within two months of them dating. They had something! He could feel it! His girlfriend's mom liked him a little more than she probably should—or at least that's how he saw it.

There was no need to answer her question after Abby returned in a clean shirt and joined him on the sofa. "Hey, Mom."

"Hey, sweetheart," she greeted her daughter. "Where were you?"

"I just had to grab something from my room. You guys are back already?"

"Already?" Claire laughed. "We left two hours ago."

Had she really messed around with her boyfriend for two hours? Well, maybe? There was the passionate make out session, the delicious Chinese buffet that they went to, more making out when they returned home, and finally the oral fun that they enjoyed before they were so rudely interrupted. Hey, time flies when you're having fun.

"Where did you guys go?" asked Jeff.

"To this Italian place called Delevon's. And then we went out and got some ice cream after."

Abby's brow furrowed after hearing that. A fancy dinner and ice cream? That certainly didn't sound like her father.

"Is Mr. P okay?" Jeff inquired. "He kind of stormed in here and booked upstairs."

Claire rolled his eyes. "He's in one of his moods. Big surprise, right? Anyway, I have to get out of these heels. They're killing my feet. I was planning to read down here for a little while but I don't want to bother you two."

"Not at all!" he smiled. "You're more than welcome to join us."

Claire shot her daughter's boyfriend a smile before heading toward the stairs. Unbeknownst to her, Jeff's eyes followed her every step of the way. He turned back to Abby after Mrs. P disappeared from his sight, and he wasn't surprised to find his girlfriend annoyed.

"What?" he asked, smirking.

She glared at him.

"What?" he asked again.

Her glare turned to a hiss. "Just say it."

"Just say what?"

"What you really want to say," she went on. "I know it's killing you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he told her slyly, looking at the TV instead of her face for fear of laughing.

Abby didn't find the situation so funny. "Just get it out of your system so we can move on. It's not like you haven't said it a million times before, and I know that you really want to say it now. I promise I won't get mad."

He finally turned to her. She seethed and he couldn't find it more hilarious. "Your mom is so fuckin' hot."

She cocked her arm and roughly punched him in his shoulder.

"What the fuck, Abby!?" he shouted, quickly lowering his voice to prevent her parents from hearing him.

"You're a pig!"

A dull pain quickly spread throughout his shoulder and down into his arm. "That was really hard. I got hit there with a helmet earlier and we didn't have pads on. Fuck."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized. Her hands moved to his shoulder in an attempt to subside his pain with her touch. "Is your other shoulder okay?"

He gritted his teeth and answered, "Yeah, it's just my left one."

This time, Abby wound up and cracked her boyfriend in his right shoulder.

He burst into laughter, partially surprised by the strength that her punch packed, but mostly giddy by how pissed she was. "You said that you wouldn't get mad at me. And do you really blame me? You saw her dress."

She cocked her arm again but he scurried to the end of the sofa—out of her reach. "Guess what? I lied! And I'm so sick of your comments about my mom!"

"Keep your voice down."

"No!" she shouted. "It's ridiculous! Who are you dating? Me or her?"

His laughter further grew. "Oh my God, like I don't give you enough attention..."

"Do you think I want to hear about how hot my mom is? Or how hot you think she is?"

"First off, I don't think your mom is hot," he started. "She is hot. That's not debatable. Second, all I do is tell you how sexy you are. Like, nonstop. You can't honestly be jealous. Abby, it's your mom. I'm not going to date her or anything. Besides, you should be happy."

"Happy?"

"Yeah, happy," he told her. "You're going to look like her in twenty years. Lucky girl..."

She lunged at him in another attempt to throw a punch but he hopped off the sofa, barely able to control his laughter. But his guffaw was promptly interrupted by footsteps. He turned to see Mrs. P walking down the stairs in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"You're not leaving, are you?" Claire asked.

"Nope, I was just heading into the kitchen." He looked back at his girlfriend with a smirk. "Do you want anything to drink, honey?"

Abby's glare was deafening.

"You want anything, Mrs. P?"

The mom took a seat in the recliner with her Kindle in hand. "Actually, a glass of water would be nice."

"Coming right up," he told her before slipping into the kitchen to fill two glasses. He returned and handed one to his girlfriend's mom before taking a seat next to Abby on the sofa again. She was still steaming.

Jeff couldn't help himself. He'd inherited a trait from his father that he wasn't necessarily proud of. He just loved to tease, and it only egged him on when he saw someone that he loved fuming as a result.

"Can I ask you a question, Mrs. P?"

Claire was busy trying to figure out what movie was on the television. It looked awfully familiar. "Sure."

He didn't need to see his girlfriend to know how angry she was. Instead, he kept his eyes on the other angel in the room. "Were there a lot of people at the restaurant you guys went to?"

"There were enough. Especially for a Monday night."

"How many do you think?" he asked.

Claire attempted to recreate the layout of the fancy Italian joint in her mind. "Um...probably like...fifty?"

Jeff nodded, pretending to process vital information. "Mostly couples, right?"

"I think most of the tables were couples."

He suddenly shook his head, showing disappointment without having to open his mouth.

"What?"

"How cruel," he said.

Claire was baffled. "Cruel? What's cruel?"

"Twenty-five men. That's pretty mean of you."

She was still lost. "What are you talking about, Jeff?"

"You show up to a restaurant in a dress like that, and expect twenty-five men to be able to keep their composure?"

Claire blushed while Abby groaned. The mother and daughter shared so much in common, but their reactions couldn't have been more different.

"I think you gave twenty-five guys Parkinson's tonight," he laughed. His hand started shaking as he attempted to raise it to his face. "They probably couldn't even get their forks to their mouths."

"Jeff!" Claire laughed. "Oh my God!"

"And I know one other thing for sure," he went on. "Those guys aren't getting action tonight because of you. You pissed off a lot of wives."

She placed her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. She would need a few more hands to cover the bright shade of red that occupied her cheeks. "You're so bad!"

He glanced back at his girlfriend. He'd never seen her so livid. "That's what they tell me. By the way, where did you get that dress from?"

"I think I got it online," Claire answered, still blushing. "I'd have to double-check though."

"Please do that, because I would love to buy it for Abby," Jeff announced. "You set the bar awfully high, but I think that Abby can match you."

She couldn't get enough of her daughter's boyfriend. "You're such a gentleman! Abby, you really need to appreciate how lucky you are. Guys like Jeff don't grow on trees. You got yourself a good one."

His shit-eating grin somehow grew wider after he peeked back at his girlfriend. She stared a hole through him.

"Yeah, I'm real lucky..." Abby groaned.

"What do you say, Abby?" he asked. "You want to try out Delevon's this week? My treat, of course. Since I'm such a gentleman."

Jeff jumped in before Abby could answer. "And your mom is coming too. Only if she wears that dress though."

Claire's feet wiggled with delight. Every compliment made her giddy. She loved this kid!

"I just remembered that I have homework to finish, so you should probably head home," Abby announced.

"He can stay."

She looked over at her mother. "What?"

"Jeff can stay," Mom told her. "He can hang out down here if you want some peace and quiet to do your homework."

"That sounds like fun," Jeff said with a big smile.

"And what about your project?" Abby asked him through gritted teeth. "You have to get started on it, don't you?"

"No, I don't think I do."

"Yes, you do," she scowled at him again.

Jeff knew that he'd most likely pushed things too far as-is. Maybe it'd be best to quit while he still had two functioning shoulders? "Oh yeah, that project. I should get started on it."

Claire let out an unmistakable sigh of disappointment.

A petite hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him toward the front door. He shouted goodbye to Mrs. P who yelled it back. Was he the president being escorted away from an assassination attempt by the Secret Service, or just a guy with a really angry girlfriend? It felt like a little bit of both, to be honest.

It didn't take long before he was on the front step with Abby, and the petite brunette slammed the door shut behind them in a rage. Steam may as well have whistled from her ears. Inviting was the last word that he would use to describe her gorgeous brown eyes now, because she was furious.

"That was so far over the line!"

"I was joking," he laughed. "Relax."

She shook with anger. "You totally flirted with her! Right in front of me!"

"I wouldn't call it flirting."

"You wouldn't call it flirting!?" she yelled. "What the hell would you call it then?"

"Well—"

"Because telling someone how hot they are sure seems like flirting to me!" she cut him off loudly.

He stared into her eyes. "Do you want to know the first thing that I thought when I saw your mom in that dress?"

She wasn't sure if she wanted to know.

"How hot you would look in it," he revealed. "How I want to take you out for a nice dinner, show you off to all those guys who want you but can't have you, go grab some ice cream, and then fuck your brains out. How I want to be a perfect gentleman who takes you out for a great night, and then your daddy who sends home walking sideways."

Abby immediately jumped at him. His strong arms caught her effortlessly and held her in his hold while his hands squeezed her butt. Seconds later, they kissed on the front step.

She broke off their smooch and whispered into his ear, "I still have a job to finish."

God, he loved her. He carried her to his car where they both hopped in. It didn't take long for his rapidly-growing dick to be back in the place that he loved so much.

She leaned over from her spot in the passenger seat, doing her best to send her man home satisfied and happy.

There wouldn't be any teasing or theatrics this time. Especially with Mom knowing that she was outside. No, Abby wrapped both of her little hands around his big dick, and sucked and stroked simultaneously. She had a thirty second timer in her head, and she had no intention to hear a buzzer.

It took all of fifteen seconds before Jeff was ready to blow, and he was surprised that he made it that long. The blowjob from earlier, seeing Mrs. P in her sexy dress, and all of the sexual tension in the family room already had him on edge. Throw in his girlfriend's amazing oral technique and he was a goner.

"I'm gonna cum!"

She continued her frantic pace as his first burst of semen fired into her mouth. Her boyfriend didn't cum a few drops. He was a stud. Every load was big and thick—just like the rest of him. Her mouth quickly filled before his loud moans eventually died down. There was just one last thing to do.

She took a big gulp, showed him her empty mouth, and then wrapped her lips around him to clean him off.

"I gotta get back inside. Love you."

Jeff snapped out of his post-orgasmic fog. The world was such a simple place after he came. Especially when it happened courtesy of his amazing girlfriend.

"Love you too," he told her, still riding high.

Abby planted a big kiss on his cheek and hurried back inside.

He started his car and headed home, but his plans for the rest of the night weren't a concern. In fact, he only had one thing on his mind.

He really needed to look into getting Abby that dress.

Chapter 2 -- The Wannabe Wild Wife

Fifteen Minutes Earlier.

"Tonight was great."

Stan nodded from behind the wheel, his eyes never venturing from the road.

"I really mean it," Claire continued. "We should go out more often. Like, weekly!"

This time, he didn't bother to acknowledge her proposal as they approached a red light.

What kind of relationship was this? Hell, what kind of marriage was it? This is what twenty years had come to? Refusing to talk? It was ridiculous!

Things had been on a downward trending path for quite some time, and she always pointed the finger at their honeymoon. The fun, romantic, thoughtful man that she married, transformed into someone who she didn't recognize in that Cancun hotel. She was suddenly looked at as a wife who was to cook, clean, and take care of his sexual needs, and now as a forty-one-year-old woman, she would kill to be burdened by those first two tasks if it led to the third.

They arrived back in the states after their two-week honeymoon to discover that she was pregnant. That would certainly help to get them back on track, right? The flowers, surprise picnics, and caring gestures would undoubtedly pour back into her life. She was pregnant! That's how it worked! Wrong. Stan only grew more distant, and the sex faded right along with his once positive attitude.

Twenty years later, her husband was neurotic, short-tempered, and solely driven by his sales job. All he cared about was work. When didn't he check his phone? He must have looked at it fifty times during dinner, for God's sake!

But dinner and ice cream still constituted a great night in Claire's mind. She was so starved for attention that any interaction with her husband was heaven. She'd been ignored for so long that she took-up a number of hobbies like reading, working out, and maintaining the garden in their backyard. She had to do something to keep herself occupied, after all.

It was almost as if Stan looked down on her. Like she was just a social worker while he had an important sales job making expensive deals. She wasn't just a social worker! She was a mother, a wife, and a great person! But he didn't even care anymore!

But as bad as things were, she was willing to look past all the silence, lack of affection, and how they'd grown into roommates over the years. All it would take was one simple thing. It wasn't even that much to ask for either!

Some good dick.

Stan wasn't hung by any means, but the sex was pretty good back when they dated. In fact, it was the best sex of her life. And it was constant! She just wanted that again.

Did she expect her forty-three-year-old husband to keep up with her relentless sex drive? No, but was three to four times a week too much to ask for? She didn't think so. Maybe they could find a middle ground? Whatever the solution, she needed more sex than going through the motions in the bedroom once a month.

She was done waiting for him to see the light. She would take the reins tonight and get her sex life back on track. She had to!

"You know what would be the perfect way to end the night?" she purred. "Maybe a little fun after Abby goes to bed?"

Her attempt to flirt was met with more silence.

She reached over the center console and rubbed his thigh. "What do you think, honey? How about I put on something real sexy, and give you a long, relaxing blowjob?"

He swiftly removed her hand from his leg. "Not tonight."

"Why not?" she asked, unable to comprehend how she was married to a man who constantly declined her sexual advances. What guy didn't love blowjobs?

"Because I have work to do," he answered.

"That excuse is getting old."

He shot her a dismissive look before following the car in front of them after the light turned green. "I work so that we can live in a nice house, drive new cars, and not have to worry about where our next meal is coming from. That's not an excuse. It's called life."

She was so sick of hearing that. "We're fine financially, so yeah, it is an excuse. Turning me down every night has nothing to do with putting food on the table. There's something else going on!"

"Nothing's going on."

"We both work, we have a healthy chunk in our savings and retirement accounts, and Abby's college fund is all set," she raised her voice, growing increasingly more agitated as they turned onto a side street. "This obsession with your job is bullshit!"

"I'm on call twenty-four seven," Stan argued. "What if a client in California wants to place an order in the middle of the night? Do you think he'll wait around for me to finish having sex with my wife? No, he'll take his business elsewhere. I work on commission."

"That's such bullshit."

Now, Stan was the one who raised his voice. "How is that bullshit?"

"We can't mess around for twenty minutes because you might miss a call?" she inquired. "And what about at dinner earlier? You stared at your phone the entire time!"

"Because of work," he huffed. "How many times do we have to go over this?"

"But—"

"And a thank you would be nice," he interrupted. "This is the appreciation I get for taking you out to a nice dinner? More bitching?"

Claire felt like a teapot. She'd been whistling for close to two decades, and now water spilled from her spout. This wasn't their first time having a talk like this, but it always ended the same way. She would gingerly bring up her unhappiness, he would tell her to deal with it, and everything would return to normal. But not tonight. Tonight, she would finally get the monkey off her back.

"I want to get fucked!"

He couldn't possibly appear more disgusted as he glanced over at his wife before turning his attention back to the road. "Jesus Christ..."

"But I do!" she continued to whine. "I want to get ravished! I want to walk into the house one day, have you pin me against the wall, and just get unloaded on!"

"You and those stupid books."

Stupid books? Erotica was all she had! "They aren't stupid!"

"Yes, they are," he argued. "People don't do things like that. Porn isn't realistic. Our sex life is fine and we're done discussing it."

"But—"

"I said that we're done!" he cut her off.

She pondered her life while they sat in silence. She let it happen again. She gave up without fighting back. But she promised herself not tonight! It was time to make a serious stand!

"We're having sex tonight."

"What did I say? We're done discussing this," Stan groaned.

"Absolutely," she nodded in agreement. "No more discussing it. We're having sex though."

His blood boiled. It was always something with his wife. She was never happy.

"No, we aren't."

"Yes, we are," she shot back.

"We're not having sex tonight, tomorrow, or for the rest of the week," he filled her in on their plans. "I have a shitload of calls to make, inventory to check, I still need to come up with a presentation for a potential client who's flying in at the end of the week, and dipshit Larry decided to order the wrong supplies since he can never be bothered to double-check. So, like usual, I'm the guy who has to clean up everyone's mess. I don't have enough hours in the day to do my job, let alone play out your ridiculous fantasies."

She rolled her eyes in response to his excuses. "You can't squeeze twenty minutes of sex into your exhausting schedule? It's nice to see where I fall on your list of priorities."

"Do you want to live in a big house and send our daughter to a great school?" he snapped. "Well, some sacrifices come along with those luxuries."

She was drained. The majority of their conversations turned into arguments, and every fight left her defeated. He would never see things her way. Perhaps it was time to just give up and accept her life?

"Maybe you should try for a promotion?"

She turned and stared at her husband. They were mere minutes from arriving home. "What?"

"Maybe you should go for a promotion?" he repeated. "I think you have too much time on your hands."

If there was such a thing as a tipping point, then Claire just found hers. "How dare you!"

"Am I wrong?" he asked with a snicker. "Explain why we have a garden in our backyard if you don't have too much free time."

"We have a garden because I thought that it would be nice to have fresh tomatoes and carrots on hand!" she shouted, shaking with fury. "That's so unbelievably disrespectful! I work, then I come home and cook, clean, and do all the shit that your lazy ass can't be bothered with!"

"Because I'm busy making real money."

She wanted to put his head through the windshield. She'd never felt so disrespected in her life. "You're such an asshole!"

"You don't call me an asshole when my paycheck hits our account every Friday," he told her, his tone turning more condescending. "You aren't pissed when you go shopping, or drive your nice car, or when you and Abigail go on vacation together."

"A vacation that you didn't even come on!"

"Because I'm too busy to take a week off," he said. "Someone in this house needs to pay the bills."

They turned onto their street as her legs began to shake. She was furious. "Money, money, money. That's all you care about! Guess what, Stan? I'd rather be married to a guy who makes ten thousand a year and actually fucks me, than a guy who makes ten times that and doesn't want to touch me!"

"I'm sure that you'd trade your current life to go live in a dump somewhere," he voiced sarcastically. "Fuckin' spoiled princess..."

"I'd trade my life to be married to a real man!"

He turned into the driveway, pulled into the garage, and stared at his wife. "Apologize."

Claire ignored him.

He locked the doors and continued to glare at her. "Apologize."

"I'm not apologizing for anything."

"A real man?" he asked. "Where would you be without me? I'll go ahead and answer that question for you, Claire. Nowhere. You're married to a real man. So, how about instead of acting like a self-centered little bitch all the time, you take a minute to appreciate just how good you have it? I'm sick of being disrespected, talked down to, and having to deal with all the fucking nonsense that you add to my life. And if that isn't enough bullshit already, then I always have to come home to see Jeff's car in my goddamn driveway. He's another pain in my fuckin' ass. I'm not going to tell you again. Apologize."

She scowled at him defiantly. "I would kill to be married to that kid."

Stan pressed his remote to close the garage door before storming out of their vehicle and slamming the car door shut behind him. He stomped toward the door that connected the garage to their laundry room and unlocked it aggressively. Another day, another problem. It was the same old shit with his wife!

Claire took a moment to collect herself. That certainly seemed like the end of any potential hope to revive their sex life. It was just another awful night in her disappointing life. But on the bright side, Jeff was here, and that was never a bad thing.

Chapter 3 - The Wannabe Wild Wife Meets Her Wild Daughter

One Week Later. Monday. 5:32 PM.

Claire knocked on her daughter's bedroom door. "Dinner!"

"I'm not hungry!" Abby shouted back.

Not hungry? How was that possible? Abby had been in her room from the minute Claire arrived home from work, and she never came downstairs to get anything to eat. The idea of her daughter starving herself horrified her. This is what social media did to teen girls! It created an unrealistic image of what they were supposed to be! She needed to nip this problem in the bud before it grew out of control.

"Can I come in?" she asked after knocking on the door again.

"I'm busy!

Claire refused to accept that for an answer. She turned the unlocked handle and opened her daughter's door.

Abby—who rested flat on her back in bed—quickly hid something under her leg at the sight of her mother. "What the hell, Mom!?"

"Why aren't you hungry?"

"I didn't tell you to come in!" she shouted. "I could've been naked!"

Claire rolled her eyes. "I'm your mother. I don't think that would've been the end of the world. Now, why aren't you hungry?"

"Because I'm not. I didn't know it was illegal for me not to be hungry."

She stared at her daughter who continued to avoid eye contact with her. Something wasn't right. "Are you okay?"

Abby nodded.

"What did you put under your leg?"

"Nothing, Mom," the teen huffed.

Claire approached the bed and wasted no time scanning the covers for any sign of a problem. Her eyes quickly moved to Abby's leg. "What's under there?"

"Nothing! You're so intrusive, you know that?"

She waited for the real answer in silence.

Abby groaned before retrieving an ice pack from beneath her leg and holding it in the air to show her mother. "It's an ice pack. Is that a big deal?"

"Did you hurt yourself?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, I rolled my ankle in gym class."

Claire wasn't a detective, but she'd been around long enough to know that things didn't add up. "Then why was it under your leg?"

Abby huffed again and said, "Why do you have so many questions?"

"Because I'm your mother and I love you."

The high school senior ran her hand through her long brown hair with a sigh. "It's personal, okay?"

"Is it anything I can help with?" Claire asked. "You know that I'm always here for you."

"It's-it's kind of-of a girl problem," she stammered, clearly uncomfortable.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm a girl," Claire laughed. She hopped up onto the bed and took a seat Indian style on the end of the mattress. Her daughter's outstretched feet were just inches from her crossed legs. "No rolled ankle, I presume?"

"No rolled ankle," Abby smiled softly.

She rubbed her daughter's feet gently to relax her. "So, what's the problem?"

Should she really tell her mother about her situation? The internet helped her a bit, but what if Mom had experience with her issue? But what if she got upset? Mom wasn't usually like that, but she'd never admitted to anything like this before.

"You have to promise that you won't tell anyone."

"I promise," Claire agreed.

"Dad included," Abby went on. "I know that spouses tell each other everything. I can't possibly be more serious! Dad can never know!"

She could only laugh after hearing that. "Believe me, your father and I don't tell each other everything. Your secret is safe with me."

"And you won't get mad?"

"Have I ever gotten mad at you, sweetheart?" Claire asked, almost offended by the notion that she could be upset with her daughter. "It's my job to help you. I swear I won't tell a soul and I won't get upset. Now, what's going on?"

Abby took a deep breath. "Have you ever gotten...um...sore? You know...down there?"

"Down where?"

Abby avoided eye contact once again. "Has your...um...vagina ever gotten sore?"

Claire squinted her eyes as forty-one years of memories flooded back. "I've had soreness before."

Abby's head snapped up in surprise. "Really?"

"Sure, I experienced it after sex when I was younger, and I had soreness when I was pregnant with you." Her face suddenly dropped. "Oh my God, you're not pregnant, are you!?"

"No, I'm not pregnant."

"I won't get upset if you are!" Claire promised passionately. "It's fine!"

"No, Mom, I'm not pregnant!"

Claire let out a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God."

"You just said that it would be fine if I was," laughed Abby. "That didn't sound fine to me."

"It's just you're eighteen, and—"

"And I know," Abby interrupted. "Believe me, I'm not looking to get pregnant anytime soon. I take my pills religiously just like we went over."

That was music to her ears.

"You said that you've experienced soreness after sex?" she asked her mother.

"When I was younger," Claire divulged. "I dated a guy before your father who had a really high sex drive. Actually, Dad had a high sex drive back when we first started dating too."

She never thought that she would hear about Mom and Dad's sex life, but maybe it would result in her getting the answer she needed?

"You have sex four or five days in a row, and you can get sore down there," said Claire.

Abby needed to be straightforward. Gingerly hinting at what she really wanted to discuss would only drag things out longer. "Can I be totally honest with you?"

"Absolutely."

Abby collected herself and just went for it. It was time to bring Mom into her world. "Okay, so Jeff and I lost our virginities to each other last month."

Claire wasn't exactly surprised by her daughter's news. She figured that the two were sexually active. She was more startled to be privy to the details.

"Remember when I told you that I was staying at Kate's for the weekend? Well, I didn't. Jeff's parents went out of town so I stayed at his house. I'm sorry for lying."

"It's okay," Mom said. "That's not a real lie. You didn't hurt anyone. I would've done the same thing when I was your age."

"Really? That's such a relief because I've felt guilty about lying to you. Okay, so we were doing more and more things like oral and stuff, but we wanted to try having sex. It ended up being way more difficult than either of us expected."

"Real life isn't the movies," Claire said with a comforting smile. "Your first time usually isn't good. It can be painful and fairly uncomfortable."

"It was super uncomfortable," Abby verified. "We went really slow, and used so much lube, but it just wouldn't fit. It took like an hour before he finally got it inside me, and I was in so much pain."

What was she supposed to do? She wasn't there for her little girl when she needed her; but at the same time, she couldn't have been. This was just one of the many difficulties of being a parent to a teenager. Sometimes, they had to learn on their own.

"Jeff went really, really, really slow," she continued. "He was so gentle, and caring, and made me as comfortable as he could. And this went on for the rest of the weekend and the following week too, but it got a little better every time we did it. I started to not need as much lube or foreplay. I still needed it, but not nearly as much as I did at first."

Claire continued to listen intensively.

"And then everything changed one day. Suddenly, I felt used to him. Well, that might not be the best way to word it. I could take him, but it was still a lot. Kate has slept with a few guys and I ended up showing her a picture of Jeff's dick."

"Abby!" Claire exclaimed, shocked.

Abby couldn't hide her smile. "I know, but I trust Kate. I had to, Mom! I would look at porn and think I was seeing things, but Kate confirmed exactly what I thought. Jeff has a really big dick."

Claire's jaw dropped.

"Like, a porn dick," she went on. "It's just...big."

"How big?"

"In inches?" Abby asked.

Claire nodded.

"I don't know. I've never measured it."

"What about with your hands?" Claire probed for details, visibly excited. "Give me an estimate."

Abby held both of her index fingers in the air and positioned them a decent distance apart from each other.

Claire didn't expect to see anything like that. Jeff certainly put her husband to shame. "Holy cow."

"But it's the girth that's the craziest part," she told her mother. "He's so thick. Like, I can't even wrap my fingers around it. I know I have small hands, but still."

Suddenly, she wasn't on her daughter's bed. Now, she was back in college, sitting on Beth Risen's bed, listening to her promiscuous roommate wax poetic about her most recent sexual escapade. If her husband couldn't take care of her, then she would live vicariously through her daughter.

"Have you ever been with a really big guy?"

Claire immediately shook her head. "Nothing like what Jeff sounds like."

She was about to fill Mom in on something even crazier. "His size isn't the wildest thing though. It's the way we have sex that's insane."

Claire bit her lower lip instinctively. She wanted every juicy detail.

"He gets really rough."

Abby heard her mother gasp.

"I know, right? You know what Jeff's like though. He's big, strong, and aggressive. It only makes sense when you really think about it. He's the same way in the bedroom that he is on the football field. He can be slow and romantic, but more times than not, it's a pounding."

Claire had never been more jealous in her life. "Sweetheart, this is why you're sore."

"Because of the rough sex?" Abby asked.

"Because of everything," she explained. "You're still relatively new to the world of sex, Jeff sounds well-endowed, and you two are going at it hard. That's a recipe for soreness."

Abby held up the ice pack. "You don't mind, do you?"

Claire's confusion vanished after her daughter slipped the cold pack inside her sweatpants and immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Maybe we should take you to a doctor?"

"It's not that bad," Abby protested. "I'm just...sore."

"Listen, honey, it's your life, but you should say something to Jeff. Tell him to slow down. I'm sure he's excited and—"

"No!" Abby cut her off. "I don't want him to slow down!"

"You don't?" Claire asked, surprised.

"God, no! I love it!"

Claire gulped. The surprises just kept coming.

"It's the only way I can orgasm during sex," Abby told her. "I need him to pound me while he's pulling my hair, or choking me, or doing something along those lines. I need to feel dominated. Mom, I can't even describe how incredible it is when he gets rough with me. It's amazing."

"You can orgasm during sex?"

Abby nodded proudly. "It's so much better than the orgasms I have during oral. Don't get me wrong, those are awesome too, but the ones from sex make me lose my mind. Sometimes, I forget where I am."

Remember when Claire told her husband that she wished she was married to Jeff to hurt his feelings? Well, things had changed. She would trade Stan for Jeff in a heartbeat now. Jeff made Abby cum during sex and from oral? Abby was getting oral!? She wanted her own Jeff!

"Have you ever cum during sex?" she asked her mother.

She responded with a shake of her head.

"The internet said it was rare," Abby went on. "I guess I'm lucky. Or maybe it's Jeff's size? Either way, you see my dilemma, right? I love having sex and I can't get enough of when Jeff tees off on me, but it isn't exactly comfortable to feel like someone hit my vagina with a baseball bat the next day."

"I—"

"Oh, do you want to know what happened on Saturday?" Abby cut off her mother. "It's a perfect example of what I'm talking about."

Did she want to know? Claire was dying to know!

"So, I went over to Jeff's house and the front door was partially open which was really weird. I kind of cautiously stepped inside, when out of nowhere, I feel a hand on the back of my neck that roughly pushes me up against the wall. Suddenly, I hear Jeff's voice whisper in my ear, 'You're late. Only bad girls are late.' Mom, he yanked down my jeans and panties, and pushed inside me without saying another word! Right in the foyer! The wind swung the front door completely open but he was way too busy hammering away at me to notice, and my face was pressed against the wall so I couldn't tell. But then everything stopped. The hand on the back of my neck slowly turned my face toward the open door, where two older guys—probably in their seventies—are standing on the sidewalk across the street, watching us."

Claire's jaw was on the floor.

"Jeff shouts, 'Jealous?' out the door to these two guys, pushes me back against the wall, and starts fucking me harder than I've ever experienced. It was the single hottest moment of my life."

Jealous didn't even begin to describe what Claire felt. That was her fantasy! She told Stan about it last week in the car! About being pushed against a wall and fucked hard! And what did her husband reply with? By telling her that erotica was stupid!

Her fantasies—which her husband laughed at—were things her daughter actually experienced! While she daydreamed about being the plaything of a handsome stud, Abby was doing exactly that. Life wasn't fair!

"I can't believe I told you all of this," Abby giggled. "It feels good though. I like talking to you. Even about personal stuff."

"Absolutely, sweetheart. I'm always here for you. I'll be sure to pick up a few more ice packs the next time I'm at the store too."

Her daughter smiled.

"Are you still not hungry?"

"Jeff and I got something to eat earlier. Is Dad home?"

Claire shook her head.

"I can come downstairs and keep you company if you want."

"I think you should stay in bed for the day," Claire laughed. "So you can walk tomorrow. Text me when your ice pack gets warm and I'll bring you another."

"Thanks, Mom."

"No problem, honey. And remember, I'm always here for you, okay?"

"Okay," Abby nodded.

Claire gave her daughter's soft feet one final rub before hopping off the bed and leaving her room, shutting the door behind her. Instead of going downstairs to eat, she ventured off to her bedroom for a little private time. Today, while her daughter was resting up, she would get fucked by Jeff, even if her vibrator was the one taking care of her.

Chapter 4 -- The Wild Warm-Up

One Month Later. Monday. 5:07 PM.

"Let's go!!"

Jeff's demand was met by the sound of a hair dryer. He shouldn't have expected anything else. Whether they were going to a movie, a funeral, or dinner at the White House, Abby always took forever to get ready.

He sat on the sofa in his girlfriend's parents' family room and waited. Honestly, he'd prefer to just hang out, and maybe grab a pizza and watch a movie. His girlfriend, ever the social butterfly, refused to celebrate his birthday in such a lackluster manner.

"I'm sure that you look fine!" he shouted upstairs. "Let's go! I'm starving!"

His phone immediately buzzed. He checked it to see a text from Abby letting him know that she needed five more minutes.

Actually, on second thought, going out to eat wasn't what he really wanted. Neither was ordering a pizza or watching a movie. Abby told him that her father was out of town for work and wouldn't be back until Friday, and Mrs. P was nowhere to be found. They had the house all to themselves.

And he wanted some birthday sex.

Things had gotten even crazier over the past thirty days. Abby was relentless, and the last person who would ever complain about the onslaught of physical affection was him. Friday nights after football games, Tuesday mornings before class, and even over FaceTime before bed: they were always messing around. It was insane. Sometimes, he wondered if he was living a dream. His buddies always bitched about how little action they got, while his biggest problem involved keeping up with his beautiful girlfriend.

His stomach growled. Okay, maybe messing around could wait, because he was so hungry!

His head snapped toward an unexpected sound. While he waited for his girlfriend's footsteps to come down the stairs, he was instead greeted by the backdoor opening. It could only be one person.

"Happy Birthday, Jeff!"

Black yoga pants, a baby blue tank top, and a gym bag slung over her shoulder. She was a perfect ten even when she was sweaty and messy.

"Hey, Mrs. P," he smiled back. "And thanks."

She sat down in the recliner to spend a few minutes with her daughter's boyfriend. "Abby said that you guys were going out to dinner, but I didn't know you were meeting here first."

"We should've left by now, but someone takes forever to get ready..."

"She gets that from me," Claire giggled. His blue jeans and plain white t-shirt threw her for a bit of a loop. "So, where are you two going?"

"Applebee's."

She waited for him to reveal that he was just joking, but it didn't take long for her to figure out that he was serious. "Applebee's?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I like it."

"Jeff, it's your birthday."

"I already went over this with Abby," he told her. "Your daughter is hellbent on paying, so I don't want to go to some expensive restaurant. We're going to Applebee's. I like it, it's cheap, and I'm not going to allow her to spend eighty bucks."

Claire adored every single thing about her daughter's boyfriend. What a gentleman! She knew how hardheaded her daughter could be. If Abby said that she would pay for dinner, then she would pay for dinner. So, what was Jeff's solution? To go somewhere cheap. What an amazing guy!

"I told her that I wanted to get a pizza or something but she said we had to go out," he complained. "Something about how staying in on your birthday is ridiculous. You know how she is."

"I could've made you guys dinner."

He threw his hands in the air. "That would've been perfect! Chicken à la King!"

Claire's eyes bulged. "You like my Chicken à la King!?"

"It's my favorite thing ever!" he said with a big smile. "Abby didn't tell you? I came over after school a few weeks ago and found it in the fridge. I heated it up and almost lost my mind. I've never tasted anything like it."

"I totally would've made it for you!" she told him. "Why didn't Abby say something?"

Footsteps hustled downstairs as Abby joined the party in an orange spaghetti strap sundress. Jeff whistled loudly which resulted in his girlfriend rolling her eyes.

"Worth the wait," he commented.

She rolled her eyes again before looking at her mother. "Hey, Mom. We're going out to dinner."

"I heard about the Applebee's extravaganza," Claire teased.

"It wasn't my decision," her daughter groaned. "I wanted to go to that Delevon's place but someone wouldn't allow it."

"Yeah, you're not picking up the bill for some overpriced Italian restaurant," he said. "Besides, I like Applebee's."

She looked at her mother. "He's such white trash."

Jeff hopped to his feet with a chuckle. "I am what I am. You ready, gorgeous?"

"Ready," she smiled. "We'll be back later, Mom."

"See ya, Mrs. P."

"Have fun, you two!" Claire said as they disappeared out the front door.

Gorgeous? He called Abby gorgeous? God, she would do anything for a husband who referred to her as gorgeous. Or really any pet name at all. It looked like it was time to jump in the shower and spend another night by herself, but things could've been worse. Hey, at least Stan wasn't around.

One Hour Later.

The front door opened as Jeff trailed behind his girlfriend. "I can't believe you made them sing to me! That was so embarrassing!"

"It's your birthday!" Abby laughed. "Of course, they're going to sing to you."

"Yeah, because you told them!"

She giggled before pushing him onto the sofa. "Are you ready for your real birthday present?"

An amazing dinner with his awesome girlfriend was a pretty fantastic present. Every high school kid in the world would be over the moon to experience an hour alone with a beautiful girl like Abby, but things didn't end there for a guy like him. His life was awesome, remember? He didn't know if Mrs. P was home or not, and he honestly didn't care. He was more than ready for some fun.

"I'll be right back."

He watched Abby skip upstairs. His cock stirred at the idea of a nice, long, sloppy birthday blowjob, and he wouldn't have to wait long by the sound of Abby hurrying back.

Abby plopped down next to him, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

He gazed at her curiously. This definitely wasn't expected. He'd planned for his cock to be in a gorgeous girl's mouth at the moment, but his girlfriend flipped through the channels casually instead. What kind of birthday present was this?

"So, what do you want to watch?" she asked. "A movie?"

Did he want to watch a movie? No, he wanted a blowjob. "Um..."

"I know how much you love action movies," she went on. "Maybe we can find a Schwarzenegger one or something?"

What was going on?

She opted for the guide channel and typed 'Schwarzenegger' into the search. "Three movies are on right now! Okay, we have Terminator 3, Batman & Robin, and Predator. It's up to you, birthday boy."

He stared at her.

Abby finally turned to her silent boyfriend. "What?"

His eyes didn't move from her face.

"What?" she asked again. "Can't decide what movie to watch?"

His stoic face swiftly filled with laughter.

"What?" she asked for a third time.

"Are you messing with me?"

Her look of confusion was hard to miss. "Am I messing with you?"

"First off, Predator would be the answer to that question," he explained. "It's on a completely different level than those other two movies. Why the hell is Batman & Robin even on TV? Anyway, I didn't exactly expect this."

"What did you expect?"

Did he seriously have to explain himself? "To have a little fun."

"Watching a movie with your girlfriend isn't fun?" she questioned.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't think I do," she said. "I thought it would be fun to hang out and watch a movie together."

Clack. Clack. Clack.

He looked at the TV but a beer commercial played on the screen, and his girlfriend remained seated on the sofa when he glanced back in her direction. So, where in the world did that tapping sound come from?

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Suddenly, his ears identified the location of the noise. It came from the stairs, and it sounded an awful lot like high heels. But if Abby was on the sofa, and it didn't come from the TV, then that meant only one thing.

Maybe he wouldn't get birthday sex tonight? Maybe he wouldn't even get a blowjob? But the angel who strutted across the family room floor made for quite the present. It was Mrs. P, and she wore his favorite white dress and high heels!

She took a seat next to him on the sofa before he could fully process his surroundings.

Jeff glanced over at his girlfriend who continued to look at the TV, but that wasn't the case when he turned his head. A big smile awaited him when his eyes moved to the busty goddess who'd decided to sit just inches to his left.

"Going somewhere?" he asked.

Mrs. P shook her head. "Nope."

He'd never faced a more difficult task in his life. Her cleavage demanded his attention. It screamed to be looked at, gawked over, and admired. That was why it was on display, right? But Mrs. P sat right next to him and stared into his eyes, so it would be too obvious if he checked her out. It was the toughest challenge of his life, but he remained focused on her pretty face.

And boy, was it pretty.

His girlfriend's mom looked spectacular. In fact, she looked identical to that night five weeks ago when Mr. P stormed into the house. Long, wavy brunette hair; red lipstick; dark eyeliner; and those seductive brown doe eyes that she shared with her daughter. But why was she so dressed up if she wasn't going anywhere?

"What's with the dress then?" he asked.

Mrs. P turned her attention to the TV and appeared to tune him out. He was so confused. Now, his two favorite women in the world ignored him, but he didn't have the slightest clue why.

"Does someone want to explain what's going on?"

Abby and her mother were both busy reading the synopsis for Predator.

"A team of commandos on a mission in a Central American jungle find themselves hunted by an extraterrestrial warrior," Abby read aloud. "An extraterrestrial warrior? That sounds stupid."

"Yeah, it seems kind of goofy," Claire commented.

"It's not goofy!" he protested firmly. "It's the greatest action movie of all-time!"

Wait, was defending Predator really his main concern at the moment? Weren't there more pressing matters at hand? Perhaps like what Mrs. P was doing in her ridiculously sexy dress? Or maybe why his girlfriend had pulled the rug out on anything sexual happening between them? Defending his taste in movies could wait for another day.

Abby scrolled through the listings before her face suddenly lit up. "Forgetting Sarah Marshall is on!"

Mark it down: 6:15 PM on October 26th officially represented the worst moment of his life. He sat on his girlfriend's parents' sofa on his birthday, surrounded by two of the most beautiful women on the planet, and he was about to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall. He didn't fool around with his sexy girlfriend or flirt with her super hot mom. No, he was moments away from watching an awful romantic comedy instead. It was his nightmare.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

He looked at his girlfriend who enjoyed one of her favorite movies. "Sure."

"I had a talk with someone earlier," Abby told him. "Do you want to guess who?"

"How am I supposed to know?" he asked.

Abby smiled as her eyes finally left the television and moved to his handsome face. "This talk actually involved you."

His eyebrows perked up. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. Now, this person is extremely important to me, and I found out some rather disturbing information. The first talk we had wasn't bad, but the discussions that we shared since then really set off some alarm bells. Jeff, her sex life is awful."

Why was he involved in this? And who was his girlfriend referring to?

"Like, really awful," Abby went on. "The guy she's with isn't attentive to any of her needs. That's no way to go through life in my opinion. So, here's what I did. I considered all of my options and really thought about it over the past month. I mean, Jeff, I really thought about it. This isn't something to take lightly. It's serious."

He still didn't follow.

"I had a quick talk with this individual a few minutes ago to see if she was on board with my idea, and like I expected, she was. In fact, she was ready."

Who are you talking about?" he questioned.

Abby's smile turned to a grin. "Guess."

"I have no idea."

She leaned closer to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pulling back and placing her hand under his chin, rubbing the rough stubble of his facial scruff. Very slowly, Abby turned his head toward the opposing end of the sofa.

Right to where her mother waited with a big smile.

It took a moment, but everything finally clicked for Jeff. "No way."

Abby's mouth moved to her boyfriend's ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday."

He'd never seen Mrs. P look like this before. Her always gentle, passive eyes grinned at him. This was the woman who his girlfriend spoke about? This was the girl who wasn't being taken care of sexually? And "Happy Birthday" couldn't possibly mean what he thought it meant, right? It just wasn't possible.

"My mom hasn't had good sex in a very long time," Abby disclosed, her murmur tickling and teasing his inner ear. "At least by my standards. She's had over twenty years of duds, so I decided to help her out."

"Hel-hel-help her out?" he stuttered nervously, still staring at the stunning forty-one-year-old brunette sitting next to him.

"I'm going to give you the best present ever since I'm such an awesome girlfriend," Abby giggled. "I'm going to give you something that I know you've thought about a million times. For one night, I'm going to give you my mom."

Jeff gulped.

Abby pulled away from him. "Under one condition. Isn't that right, Mom?"

Claire tried her best to play it cool. Tonight was her fantasy, after all. She would get to have a hot, sexy, high school stud all to herself. She would get the chance to mess around with the star football player that she never hooked-up with in her youth. But as the seconds ticked by, her ability to play the seductress from all of her erotic novels deteriorated rapidly. Her jittery legs were evidence of that. She was just so excited, but she would give it one last shot to act like she'd been here before.

"It's a very important condition," Claire purred, doing her best to be this hunk's mature fantasy woman. Wasn't that all the rage with younger guys? MILFs? Tonight, she wanted to be exactly that.

"Wha-what's the-the condition?" he inquired anxiously.

"I might be asking a lot but Abby told me that you'd be up to the task," Claire began with her terms. "Jeff, I have an extremely important job for you. I need you to do something that no other man in my life ever has."

He couldn't possibly listen more keenly.

"Jeff, sweetheart, I need you to fuck me the way that you fuck my daughter."

His heart momentarily stopped beating.

"Abby told me all about the crazy stuff that you two do," she went on, loving the stunned look on the always confident high school senior's face. "How amazing you are in bed, how rough you get, and how she needs to put an ice pack on her vagina because of what you do to her. I want all of that."

He turned his attention back to his girlfriend, surprised to find an ear-to-ear smile on her face. "An ice pack?"

"Yeah, sometimes I need to use a couple of ice packs after we have sex," Abby explained. "I get a little sore."

The absurdity of the moment immediately left the room. The fantasy of being able to mess around with Mrs. P was put on the back burner thanks to this breaking news. His girlfriend was in pain?

"Why didn't you say something?"

"About what?" Abby asked.

"About what?" Jeff questioned, stunned. "About the fact that I'm hurting you! Abby, I would never want to do that. You should've told me."

She quickly shook her head. "There's nothing to say. I don't want to change a thing. I love the way that you make me feel."

"Ice packs though?"

"It's a good sore," Abby told him. "I love it, and judging from the conversations that I've had over the past few weeks, I think someone else wants the same exact thing."

"I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow," Claire announced boldly.

Jeff snapped back around to Mrs. P while Abby returned to her movie. "Have fun," she told her boyfriend.

His eyes took a long look at her enticing cleavage. Was it no longer taboo to check out his girlfriend's mom? Check her out? Forget about that. Did he actually have permission to take things further? He loved his girlfriend, but Abby didn't possess the curves that her mother did, and Mrs. P's spectacular body drove him crazy.

"This isn't a joke, right?"

"It better not be," Claire laughed.

"I can do...you know...whatever?"

"You're the birthday boy," Claire smiled. "That's how it works."

His hands clamped onto the sides of her face as he kissed his girlfriend's mom, but as swiftly as his mouth found her lips, his right hand slid down to her left breast even quicker. He gave it a rough squeeze, his palm adsorbing the feel of her dress while his fingers grazed her exposed cleavage. This busty angel could check off every box on his list of fetishes: older women, MILFs, his girlfriend's mom, and on, and on, and on. His night had yet to start but he could already tell that it would be the best birthday of his life.

His mouth journeyed down to her neck as both his hands clutched her partially hidden bust. Yes, it was his birthday, but tonight would be about Mrs. P. She really wasn't being taken care of properly? But actually, when he really thought about it, that made sense. Mr. P was a dork, and he wouldn't return home tonight, tomorrow, or for the rest of the week. So, he would make this unbelievable woman forget all about her shithead husband while he enjoyed himself as well.

Claire moaned as his lips continued to plant kisses on her neck. Her daughter remained in her view—watching a movie on the end of the sofa—but Claire didn't care. She desperately needed this. Just to feel like a woman for a night would satisfy her for months. She needed a guy to get rough with her, toss her around, and fuck her senseless. She needed a real man.

Jeff's hands moved to her back and frantically searched for the zipper that somehow eluded him. He finally found it and began his mission to unveil this busty goddess in all her natural glory.

Her bare back caused his cock to immediately jump. No bra! He pulled back and soaked in the smiling face gazing into his eyes. All he had to do was glance down to fulfill three months of curiosity. The top of her dress had already collected in her lap, and he no longer needed to dream about what her incredible tits looked like in private, because he had complete access to them now. It was time for his first birthday present.

Two big, perky, teardrop breasts awaited him when he finally treated himself to his gift. How in the world could a forty-one-year-old mom look so good? She had the same lift as Abby! But she wasn't Abby! She was twenty-three years older than his girlfriend! Her perfectly round breasts with even more impeccable small areolas and nipples would never leave his mind.

"Are they real?"

"Are they real?" Claire asked, beyond insulted by the notion that her most prized body part may be enhanced. "Of course, they're real."

"Abby, look at this."

His girlfriend's attention stayed locked on the television.

"Abby!" he tried again. "Look at this!"

"I don't want to look at my mom's boobs," she groaned.

"You need to see this though," Jeff told her, his mouth watering at the sight of the world's most exquisite chest. "Your mom has the greatest tits ever."

Claire lunged at him, her hands locking on his face as they fell back onto her daughter.

"What the hell!?" Abby shouted.

Claire was lost in a world of lust. She loved her breasts. She always had. They made her look slimmer, got her free drinks whenever she went out during her single days, and caused most men to turn into gooey pushovers. But twenty years of almost no compliments made her crave male attention, and she completely lost control of herself when Jeff said that she had the greatest tits ever.

But she didn't care. She was busy making out with her boyfriend for the evening while they remained sprawled

"Oh my God, seriously!?" Abby continued to yell.

Jeff's hands clasped onto those two big slices of heaven as he explored every inch of her breasts. They were so soft. His fingers seemed to melt right into her tender skin. Mr. P really didn't play with these? Shit, he would use them as a pillow if he was married to her.

"Get off of me!"

He finally sat up with Mrs. P before glancing back at his girlfriend. "Sorry about that."

"You two are like animals," Abby remarked.

"But, Abby, seriously, you need to look."

She knew how her boyfriend was. He would continue to bug her if she didn't look. Would checking out her topless mother really be the end of the world? Sure, it was weird, but it wasn't any stranger than allowing her boyfriend to fuck her mom for his birthday.

Her eyebrows immediately perked up after she looked at the action. "Jesus."

"Told you," Jeff laughed. "How amazing is this rack?"

She rolled her eyes and returned to the movie that she watched before two horny perverts landed on her. Maybe something that Jeff said a while ago was true? Maybe she was a lucky girl? Because if her boobs looked as good as her mother's in twenty-three years, then she would definitely be one happy girl.

He lowered his mouth to her gravity-defying tit while his hand firmly squeezed her other breast. His lips clamped around her nipple, resulting in a sound from above that made him feel like a king. Mrs. P was moaning!

Claire's nipples were being sucked for the first time in who knows how long? It felt like forever. Jeff's big, strong hand made her large breast feel so small in his hold. This is what her lucky daughter had twenty-four seven access to? To a stud who cared about her pleasure? Perhaps she needed to replace Stan with a high school kid who actually appreciated her?

"Do you know what I really want for my birthday?"

She peered into the eyes of the hunk who continued to take her to cloud nine. She didn't know what he wanted, but she knew what she desired, and that involved having her breasts worshiped for twenty more minutes.

"What's that?" Claire asked.

"For you to get down on your knees and suck my cock."

So, this is what her daughter meant when she said that Jeff was aggressive? And the look that he gave her demanded that she follow his order. Not like she needed to be persuaded, because she was already on her way to the floor.

Two petite hands tugged at the button of his jeans as the sexiest mom alive knelt before him. "This is so fucking awesome."

Abby tried to keep her emotions in check while staring straight-ahead at the television. It may have been an uncomfortable situation, but at the end of the day, she lived to make her boyfriend happy. And if he was elated, then she was too.

Claire couldn't get his zipper down fast enough. The big bulge in the front of his jeans didn't help to calm her shaky fingers either. She finally managed to tug the rough denim down to his knees, and his boxers swiftly followed. And with that one little—or more like big revelation—she discovered that not only did Abby tell the truth, but that she didn't exaggerate either.

Jeff was big.

Big, thick, and about to be buried in the back of her throat.

Claire would blow this hunk's mind. Her daughter was a sweet girl, but she was eighteen, and what could an eighteen-year-old high schooler possibly know about oral sex? Not a whole hell of a lot. Especially considering Abby that never even had a boyfriend before Jeff came along.

And as much as tonight was about Jeff, it was equally about herself as well. She needed to get her mojo back. Listening to a stud tell her that she had the greatest boobs ever was a start, but she needed to make him squirm. She wanted him holding on for dear life after she got her lips wrapped around him. Tonight was her opportunity to feel like a woman again. Tonight was her chance to be with a real man.

All of her problems vanished the instant that she took his rock-hard erection inside her mouth. Her annoying husband, her awful sex life, and the fact that she'd started to feel like a worn-out housewife over the years all disappeared. Accepting his manhood between her lips trimmed over twenty years off her life. She wasn't forty-one anymore. Instead, she was eighteen again. She was the cute high school senior with a jock boyfriend, and it was time to give her man the royal treatment.

Claire took Jeff all the way down to the base and held herself there, her nose pressed against his pelvic bone.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!"

Claire knew it! Listen to how he reacted! Jeff would never forget this moment. Honestly, he would most likely never experience anything like it again either. She finally felt appreciated!

Her throat bolted skyward as she gasped for breath, eager to hear the next bundle of compliments that were sure to escape from his undoubtedly stunned mouth at any moment. How awesome was she now? Her boobs were nothing compared to her lack of gag reflex! He would have to lose his mind!

"You too!?" Jeff shouted. "Are you serious!?"

You too? What did that mean?

Claire looked over at Abby—who took in the situation with a fairly conflicted expression on her cute face. She definitely noticed some shock, but her daughter's slight grin of approval caught her most by surprise.

"Like mother, like daughter," Abby giggled.

Claire turned back to Jeff. The young man couldn't possibly be more happy. "I love this family!"

All Claire could do was laugh. "What?"

"You don't have a gag reflex either!" he continued to celebrate. "This is so fuckin' awesome! Get back over here!"

His post-deepthroat celebration was cut short by his excited hand pulling her back to his dick. She willingly accepted him between her lips and he took over from there. Before anyone could say another word, he had his cock all the way down his girlfriend's mom's throat again.

"Did you know about this?"

"No," Abby answered him, continuing to watch her boyfriend dominate her surprisingly submissive mother. Is this what she looked like when Jeff took control during their oral sessions? Her mother's hands gripped the sofa cushion with zero hint of fighting back. Just like her, Mom apparently loved to be helpless too.

"We need to move to Utah or something," he said, thrusting his hips upward with his hands still clamped on the top of her head. "I want to marry the both of you."

Claire's laugh caused her to choke, resulting in a wad of spit to shoot out of her mouth and collect on Jeff's thigh. Abby, ever the jealous girlfriend, wasn't as receptive to her boyfriend's fantasy.

She huffed before turning back to her movie. Maybe this was a bad idea?

Jeff finally freed her from his grasp as he sensed Mrs. P's desperation for air. Just like Abby, she would never admit it though.

"Oh my God, it's so big!" Claire exclaimed, leaning back to collect some much-needed air after he released her.

"Bigger than Mr. P?"

"Oh my God, Jeff!" Abby yelled. "Are you seriously asking her that?"

"Yeah, I want to know," he nodded. "So?"

"I don't want to hear about my dad's dick," Abby went on, grossed out by the thought of her own father. "Don't tell him, Mom!"

Claire grinned up at the excited football star and mouthed silently, "Way bigger."

Her daughter immediately groaned. "Oh my God, I saw that..."

"How's it feel to finally have some real cock?"

Abby simply had to tune out the rest of their conversation. She couldn't believe the way that Jeff spoke right in front of her, and even more surprising was how Mom went right along with it. Actually, Mom didn't just play along. She was into it!

"It feels so awesome," smiled Claire, her small hands attempting to wrap around the thick piece of meat in front of her. He looked even bigger from her spot down on the floor. "I miss having a big dick to play with."

Abby let out an annoyed sigh.

"You like playing with Daddy's cock, don't you?"

Abby's head snapped to the left. Daddy? Daddy!? Jeff was her daddy! Not her mother's!

Claire's tongue started at the base of his manhood, and slowly slithered all the way up to the fat head that glistened with her saliva. "I love Daddy's cock. My daughter does a good job taking care of you, right?"

"Of course," he answered.

Her hands squeezed tighter around his dick, causing him to twitch in pleasure. "Good, because a big stud like you needs lots of attention. It's a tall order to keep a guy like you happy."

Jeff closed his eyes as her amazing mouth joined the unbelievably soft hands which were already around his cock. "Abby is the best."

That helped put Abby's worries to rest for a moment. She still wasn't a fan of the dirty talk between her mother and her boyfriend, however. Her thoughts were soon disrupted by a particular face that stared at her.

Mom no longer sucked her boyfriend's cock. Now, she gazed directly into her eyes.

"What?" Abby inquired.

"What does Jeff love?"

"What does he love?" Abby asked. "Like, sexually?"

Her mother nodded.

Abby paused a moment to think. "He really likes when I suck his balls."

Claire turned back to her boyfriend for the night. "Is that right?"

"I love it," he told her with a big smile.

"I bet you do," Claire laughed. "And I assume you get that a lot then?"

He grinned. "All the time."

Claire bit her lower lip. How good did these two have it? "And what's something that Abby loves?"

"Rough sex," he answered without missing a beat.

"I already know about that one. What else?"

"She loves oral," he told Mrs. P. "Especially when I use my fingers at the same time. It makes her crazy."

"And how often do you go down on her?"

"Whenever she wants it," he announced. "If my girl wants some oral lovin', then she gets some oral lovin'. Mrs. P, your daughter's happiness is my biggest concern."

"God, you two are so perfect for each other," Claire smiled, looking back at her daughter. "How does he like his balls sucked?"

Abby couldn't believe what she was about to say. Especially while Mom stroked her boyfriend's cock. She shouldn't be surprised after initiating all of this, but it still seemed strange.

"I mean, he likes to have 'em sucked, and licked, and—"

"You can't go wrong," Jeff chimed in. "I love everything!"

"Is that right?" Claire asked Jeff with a giggle. "So, what does the birthday boy want?"

"I want you to suck my fucking balls, Mrs. P."

How long had it been since she was ordered around sexually? The only demands that she received nowadays were notes from her husband telling her to clean the house. It'd been forever since a man last demanded that she sucked his balls, and she'd never been involved with a high-status guy like Jeff before. It was exhilarating.

She raised her finger in the air playfully. "Can I make one request, birthday boy?"

"I think you're allowed one request," he smirked back.

"I want the birthday boy in his birthday suit."

He could only laugh. How much more in common could she have with his girlfriend? He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it off to the side.

Claire passed on her previous priority for more pressing matters. Jeff was ripped! Big biceps, a chiseled chest, and six hard abs that she hadn't seen in person in over two decades. And not only could she see them, but she could taste them.

She leaned forward and worshiped his defined midsection with her mouth. If she had a jock all to herself tonight, then she would enjoy each and every inch of him. Her mouth hadn't been privy to anything like this since high school. Her days of messing around with athletes were in the past, but not anymore. For one night, she was eighteen again.

Her lips continued their journey south, kissing his muscular thighs. But it was time to take care of his request. If this stud loved having his balls sucked, then she would be a good girl and make the birthday boy happy.

"Just like that..." Jeff moaned.

Abby felt her boyfriend's strong hand wrap around her shoulder and pull her into him. She received a kiss on the cheek before a deep voice relayed a very important message into her ear. "I love you."

She still couldn't get over what she was seeing. Jeff's big dick pointed straight-up, her mother knelt in front of him with her amazing breasts on display, and her mouth was currently full of balls. She would never say it, but Mom loved pretty good down there.

"You better love me," Abby chuckled.

The most drastic difference for Claire involved Jeff's scent. It didn't resemble Stan's odor in the slightest. The aroma emitting from his groin screamed masculinity. It yelled dominance. It was the deeply desirable presence of a man who other women wanted.

Three things always happened whenever Jeff stepped foot in their house. Stan grew jealous, Claire became smitten, and Abby always seemed completely captivated by the man she loved. And after their current sofa session, Claire wondered if maybe she was a little in love with her daughter's boyfriend as well?

But before she could ponder her situation further, those two big balls took off like an eagle, soaring high above her as her now empty mouth yearned for their return. Her body propelled abruptly into the air as she found herself over Jeff's powerful shoulder. He'd effortlessly lifted her up and carried her in the direction of the stairs like a caveman claiming his newest wife.

"Time for my real present," he laughed, ascending the stairs with the giggling brunette slung over his shoulder.

"Have fun," Abby told them before turning back to the TV.

Chapter 5 -- The Wild Birthday

Ten Minutes Later.

The television had been muted for the past five minutes while Abby sat in stunned silence. Were two porn stars upstairs or was it her mother and her boyfriend? She couldn't recall ever being so loud personally.

Skin hammered against skin; Mom constantly yelped, screamed, and hollered; and Jeff's audible dirty talk completed the barrage of sounds. And what about when she heard Jeff ask her mother who owned her? Mom shouted back, "You do, Daddy!" Who's birthday was it again? Because it sure seemed like Mom enjoyed tonight more than anyone.

But maybe that was a good thing? Unfortunately, Abby had started to see her parents in a different light after the discovery that Dad didn't take care of Mom. Her mother was amazing! She was so kind, sweet, and loving, and a woman like her deserved the world.

"Fuck me harder!"

Slap!

Abby could connect the dots. Mom demanding to be fucked harder followed by a deafening slap absolutely meant that Jeff and Mom were going at it doggy style, and the brunette sitting all alone on the sofa started to feel jealous. She loved doggy style! It was her favorite position, and the slap from moments ago had to be Jeff cracking Mom on the ass. Rough sex was their thing though!

Slap!!!

That was hard. Like, really hard. What if checked on them to make sure they were alright? Mom had never been with a guy like Jeff before, and her boyfriend had a tendency to get carried away—especially when he was excited—and she'd never seen him more overjoyed than he was tonight.

But then again, they were two consenting adults. She wasn't really worried about their safety, was she? She told herself that she wouldn't do this! Tonight was about Jeff and Mom, so why did she find herself growing envious? What did she think would actually happen? That her boyfriend would run off with her mother? Of course not! They were the two people who she trusted most in the world, so she would just watch the rest of her movie and enjoy the night. Easy-peasy.

Thirty Seconds Later.

The unmistakable sounds of rough sex continued to increase as Abby climbed the stairs. A quick check on these two wouldn't hurt anyone. Okay, she would admit that she might be a tad bit jealous. Actually, yeah, she was jealous. But still, it worried her to hear Mom sound like she was being broken in half.

She made her way along the upstairs hallway and to her parents' closed bedroom door. She silently cracked it open an inch and sneaked a peek inside.

She knew it!

Mom was bent over the edge of her bed, being held in the air by a handful of her long hair. And she was completely naked with the exception of only her sexy white high heels! It also didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what her boyfriend was up to. Just like when they had sex, he was attempting to fuck her senseless.

"Oh! My! God!" Claire gasped, being impaled by the stud to her rear as her body remained suspended above the bed. "Har-har-harder!"

"Little fuckin' slut," Jeff grunted through clenched teeth before resuming his mission to destroy his girlfriend's mom. "Who are you going to call when you want to get fucked?"

"You-you-you, oh my God, you!"

He pushed the top-half of her body down onto the mattress and grabbed onto her hips, continuing his onslaught on her helpless pussy. "Maybe I'm dating the wrong girl?"

Claire drooled. She'd never felt anything like this before. This kid easily had three inches on her husband, and he certainly knew how to use every single one of them. But his girth was the real difference maker. He stretched her in ways that she never deemed possible!

For once, she didn't have an average, unappealing, half-hard dick giving her a mediocre lay. Now, she had a big, thick, handsome stud who was hellbent on claiming her as his own. The two quick orgasms that she'd already experienced while being driven into was evidence of that.

"Maybe it's time that you and I start going out?" he mumbled, his hips thrusting forward aggressively.

Claire yelped in a complete state of shock. Every part of her pussy felt that. Perhaps it was a good thing that Stan never wanted to touch her, because she didn't like his chances to feel anything for the next few weeks. Her insides were being completely rearranged.

"Abby is getting on my nerves anyway."

Clare attempted to look back. "What?"

"I'm just kidding!" Jeff laughed. "I know you're at the door, Abby! I can see you!"

The door pushed opened to reveal a not-so-assumed brunette dressed in her orange spaghetti dress. "Getting on your nerves?"

"It was a joke!" he chuckled, slowly moving inside Mrs. P while he addressed his girlfriend. "I could see you at the door the entire time! Get over here. I want a kiss."

She placed her hands on her hips defiantly.

"Are you not listening to Daddy?" he questioned, his sly grin fueling Abby's playful side. "You know what happens when you're a bad girl."

"I get punished," Abby answered.

Claire was ready to explode again. It didn't have anything to do with the guy behind her either. It was the fact that her daughter had the exact relationship that she wanted! These two needed to get married, have kids; and oh yeah, Grandma would require a few hours alone with her son-in-law every week. She would make sure of it!

"Get your sexy ass over here, young lady," he said with a smirk.

Abby pouted the entire way across the bedroom until she stood next to her boyfriend. She quickly dropped her act and hoisted herself up onto her tippy-toes so she could make out with her man.

"Oh my God, you need to fuck me."

He began pumping inside Mrs. P's snug pussy again while he kissed Abby. Remember when Jeff thought that he had the greatest life ever because his girlfriend sucked his dick on the couch? Forget about that. Making out with the world's most amazing eighteen-year-old girl while he fucked the hottest mom alive? Now, that was the life of a king.

His mouth moved to Abby's ear where he whispered something, and her eyes lit up in response.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"It's my birthday, isn't it?" he said. "Hey, Mrs. P, close your eyes for a minute."

Claire immediately shut her eyes, showing how loyal she already felt to him. If he told her to go make him a birthday cake, then she would rush downstairs and make him the best cake ever. If he demanded that she divorce Stan and move in with him, then she would have a serious discussion with her daughter about that very topic. So, if he requested something as simple as for her to close her eyes, then she would take a trip to a world of darkness for however long he required.


Faint moving, slight giggles, and the sound of something being placed on the bed was all that occupied the following thirty seconds.

Jeff finally spoke up. "Keep your eyes shut, Mrs. P. Now, believe me, I'm just as surprised by this as you're going to be, but it looks like someone really warmed-up to the idea of what's happening. No one has ever had a better birthday than me. Okay, open 'em."

Claire's eyes opened and she instantly gasped. Lying in front of her, completely naked, with her legs parted, was her daughter.

A firm hand gripped the back of her brunette head and slowly pushed her toward Abby's completely shaven vagina. This was wrong. So wrong! Incest wasn't part of the plan tonight. She was supposed to have her daughter's boyfriend all to herself, after all! But once again, Claire found herself giving in. If this is what Jeff wanted, then the birthday boy would get his wish.

"That's so fucking hot," he remarked.

Jeff was officially in heaven. His cock thoroughly enjoyed the perfectly wet, warm, and tight pussy of Mrs. P, while his eyes soaked in the sight of her lapping at his amazing girlfriend's flawless pussy. He had a mother and daughter going at it for him! Every guy's fantasy involved two girls at the same time, but he'd taken that dream to the next level. And listening to his girlfriend moan as a result of her mom caused him to start pounding away again.

He suddenly had a new goal.

These two would cum at the same time.

"She likes fingers," Jeff reminded her.

Claire's index and middle finger did the unimaginable, joining her tongue as she rubbed along the outside of her daughter's vagina. Abby's trim pussy lips glistened courtesy of her own natural wetness and now a friendly tongue. And just like that, the fingers exploring her eighteen-year-old labia swiftly disappeared inside her tight hole.

"Fuck..." moaned Abby.

How could her daughter even take Jeff inside her? Two fingers alone was a tight fit. She decided to withdraw from her and turn her focus to her clitoral hood, where she pulled it back to reveal the little pleasure button that her tongue would become very familiar with. The idea of doing something so taboo was unfathomable only minutes ago, but that was before she had a man like Jeff in her life. Stan wouldn't be able to get her to kiss another girl, let alone take part in the indecency that her mouth moved closer to.

And then Claire did it. She officially crossed the line.

She washed her tongue over her daughter's clit.

Jeff was in quite the predicament. On one hand, he wanted to destroy Mrs. P. He wanted her walking with a limp for the rest of the week from how hard he fucked her. The idea of giving her something that Mr. P couldn't was hard to pass up. That guy didn't deserve a wife at all, let alone the perfect ten that he had. And what did that asshole do with his amazing situation? Not even take care of his wife! But on the flip side, the more he limited his thrusts, the more intense the moans sounded from Abby's adorable mouth.

His cute girlfriend was off in a world of pleasure. The back of her head pressed against the mattress, her closed eyes pointed skyward, both of her hands gripped the blankets, and her body writhed around courtesy of her mother's mouth. And at the end of the day, Abby always came first. She was his number one priority in life. So, if not teeing off on her mother resulted in her cumming hard, then he would be a good boyfriend and only fuck her mom sort of roughly.

Abby was right there. Mom hit all the spots. Her tongue was a magnet on her clit while her fingers—which had made their way back inside her—provided highly concentrated bliss solely focused on one tiny region of her body. It was a sensation of fullness meeting one of oral heaven. It turned out that Jeff and Mom had something in common, because they were both amazing with their tongues.

"Don't stop, Mom."

Did she really just call her that? Well, that's what Mom was at the end of the day. It was time to look past all the weirdness, because Abby was about to cum all over her own mother's tongue.

Jeff's hands locked tighter on Mrs. P's sexy hips while her perky ass bounced with every rough jolt forward. He knew that Abby was close. His girlfriend's cute squirms looked awfully similar to when she was moments away from exploding. His birthday wouldn't be complete without getting these two to cum at the same time though, and it also didn't take him long to discover how to send Mrs. P to the moon. It was the same thing that drove her daughter crazy. Rough, raw, aggressive sex had gotten the job done twice already tonight, so he began hammering into her to bring her right to the edge.

"Oh-oh my-my-my God!"

Mrs. P's cries were all too familiar. Just like her daughter, she was about to erupt.

And then the birthday boy got his wish. Abby's hands left the bed and grabbed two handfuls of her mom's hair as she wailed in orgasmic euphoria. The way that she wiggled and writhed while losing her mind drove him crazy. His smart, savvy, sarcastic girlfriend always turned into a blubbery mess when she came, and her mom wasn't all that different.

Claire tried her hardest to keep her tongue on her daughter's clit as her fingers went limp inside her. It was happening again! Three times! Three fuckin' times! She couldn't recall if Stan had made her cum three times in the past ten years, but it only took this stud ten minutes, and he'd never even gone down on her either! It was all from his perfect cock! It was a world of heat and every part of her body was on fire. She didn't care anymore. This hunk was moving into the guest room, because she needed this fire in her life! Daily!

Loud pants and moans created a symphony of post-orgasmic elation as the mother and daughter attempted to catch their breath together. Abby still couldn't believe that she came all over her mom's tongue, while Claire struggled to grasp the idea of orgasming three times from intercourse. Neither girl said anything, but they were both on the same page. They would do anything that Jeff wanted tonight.

He slid out of Mrs. P's wet slit, but not before giving her a firm smack on the ass for good measure. Her yelp was a reminder of who owned her pussy from now on. Jeff expected Mr. P to be rejected the next time that he was actually up for initiating something sexual, because he was the only guy who had access to this mature goddess from now on.

"Get up on the bed," he ordered, watching his girlfriend's mom follow his command.

His big hand wrapped around Abby's petite shin and pulled her over to him, allowing her legs to dangle off the bed. Every crazy porn threesome that he'd ever watched processed in his mind, and he landed on the perfect position. Having these two girls wasn't enough. He wanted them to get dirty for him. They could save their ladylike behavior for guys like Mr. P, because real men like Jeff got women's inner porn stars. He got their slutty sides.

"Sit on her face."

No hesitation, no questions, and no resistance. This was his movie and he was the director. Mrs. P swiftly moved over to her daughter and sat on her face, her knees resting on the comfy mattress as complete joy washed over her. He didn't even need to instruct Abby. His girlfriend was well-schooled. She was a good girl for Daddy, after all. And what do good girls do? They return the favor, of course.

Abby ate her mother out.

Jeff pushed inside his girlfriend and immediately smiled. How could a forty-one-year-old mother and an eighteen-year-old girl—who was recently a virgin—both feel so similar? They were so tight and warm. Their snugness gripped him like a mitten. He had two perfect pussies at his disposal, and he refused to allow either one to go to waste.

He reached out and pulled Mrs. P closer to him by the back of her head and kissed her. His tongue deep inside her mouth, his cock stretching his tight girlfriend, and Mrs. P's vagina being fully attended to thanks to Abby's tongue. This wasn't porn or some outlandish fantasy. This was his awesome life, and things were about to get even better.

His mouth left her intoxicating lips and clamped back around her nipple as he played with her breasts. These tits needed to become commonplace in his life from this moment forward. They should be wrapped around his cock whenever Mr. P disappeared into his study to take care of a work-related issue. Why did it only have to be on his birthday? Shit, he probably loved Mrs. P more than her dumbass husband did. These were his tits from now on.

"I want to tell you something," Jeff spoke up, reluctantly taking a break from the world's most perfect set of breasts. "Your husband is a fuckin' bum."

"Jeff!" Abby shouted.

Claire sat down more firmly on her daughter's face, smothering her in the process to prevent her from speaking.

"It needs to be said," he went on. "I can't stand the guy. Not only is he always in such a bad mood, but it's like he doesn't realize what an angel he's married to. I want you to come out with us from now on. If you're around and Abby and I are going out to eat or whatever, then you're invited. You deserve to spend time around people who care about you. Not some fuckin' asshole."

Claire leaned in and kissed him again. Someone finally said the exact thing that she'd felt for almost her entire marriage! See, she wasn't delusional! Jeff had only known her for a few months, but he understood her situation perfectly. Stan was a dick and she deserved better!

"The guy probably can't fuck either," he commented after she broke off their kiss.

Abby attempted to say something but her words were muffled. The only thing she could do was keep working to bring her mother to orgasm number four.

"Not like you," Claire smiled. "I've never had anything like you."

"Maybe we should sit him down some night so I can give him some lessons?" Jeff laughed. "We'll put a kid's chair off to the side so he can watch his wife get fucked properly."

She was about to let him in on a secret that she'd held onto for the past two months. "It might be my fault that Stan is a jerk to you."

He looked at her curiously while he fucked his girlfriend slowly.

"Okay, so he didn't seem to like you right off the bat, but things—" Her eyes rolled back in her head as Abby really pushed all the right buttons now. It wouldn't be much longer until she went off again. "Things kind of got worse after I said something."

"Said something?"

"We were in bed one night and I was watching a show about older women and younger men," she admitted. "I guess I made some noise or something and it caught his attention. I don't totally know what I did to be honest with you, but like usual, it annoyed Stan. Long story short, he asked me if I had fantasies about younger guys. Like, why would he even care, right? He never wants anything to do with me sexually, but he was totally hung up on this. So, I told him the truth. That I have a thing for younger guys."

"Is that right?" Jeff asked with a grin.

Claire attempted to collect herself. Abby had quite the tongue on her. "Yeah, that's right. He asked me if I thought about guys from the gym, or work, or whatever, and I had a complete moment of honesty. I told him there's one guy who occasionally made his way into my fantasies more often than he probably should. I told him that I think about you."

His mouth latched onto the pouty lips of the busty angel in front of him as he pumped feverishly inside his girlfriend. He fuckin' knew it! Mrs. P thought about him! Who knew how often either? Was it only when she played with herself? Or maybe it was during those rare occasions when Mr. P actually took an interest in her? Who cares! The only thing that mattered was he was on her mind, and that meant this sexually deprived woman deserved to be fully attended to tonight.

Jeff's lips moved to her neck before he gave his girlfriend instructions. "You better make her cum, Abby."

Yeah, Abby was on that. Not that she had much of a choice. Mom grinded on her face, and judging by her moans, she was on the cusp of her latest orgasm. Somehow, tonight had become less about Jeff, and more about Mom. Just how stifled was her love life? Was Dad really that big of a zero inside the bedroom? Her mother deserved to cum again—even if it was her tongue that did the work.

Claire lost control of her body as she fell forward into Jeff's strong arms. Four times! She came again for the fourth time! And on this special occasion, she had a stud worshiping her neck while she erupted all over her daughter's face. She could get used to this treatment. Being idolized from every possible angle was pretty freakin' awesome. Stan didn't want to kiss her, let alone go down on her. But what happened now? She got the best of both worlds!

Claire rolled off her daughter and sprawled along the bed, completely overwhelmed from the roller coaster that resembled her insides. This might be too much even if it was a weekly thing, to be honest. She hadn't cum four times in one day since she was a teenager. At this very moment, she was in desperate need of a few minutes to regroup, and lucky for her, an extremely horny young couple was busy going at it.

This is what it looked like when a real man fucked? Would her daughter know her middle name if she asked her right now? Abby's right hand was busy playing with her clit while her left hand gripped the blankets beneath her; meanwhile, Jeff absolutely unloaded on her. His grunts were drowned out by her daughter's loud moans and constant begging to be pounded harder. As much as Claire missed love, loyalty, and respect in her relationship, a guy who could rock her world in bed may have been number one on her new list of requirements.

"Oh my God, harder, Daddy!" Abby begged.

Jeff's hands gripped Abby's waist as her wobbly legs dangled lifelessly over the edge of the bed. She was three full orgasms behind her mother, and he wasn't okay with that. His amazing girlfriend had some catching up to do.

"You're going to cum for Daddy like a good girl, aren't you?" he asked.

Her attempts to verbally respond went for naught. She was being fucked too hard to answer his question.

"Tell her to cum for me, Mrs. P."

The stunned look on Claire's face said it all. She'd never seen sex so rough. "You better cum for your daddy, baby."

"Her daddy?" he questioned between rough thrusts. "I'm your daddy too, slut."

Claire bit her lower lip while taking in the sight of the handsome stud who teed off on her daughter. Thick hair, a ripped physique, and an aggressive demeanor: he was the total package. He was less than half her age and he just told her that he was her daddy! And he called her a slut too! He wasn't wrong. She would be anything that he wanted her to be, and if that was a slut, then she would be his little slut.

"You better cum for Daddy or he might take it out on me," Claire giggled to her daughter. "And, sweetheart, I need a break."

Abby's right hand drifted away from her pussy and joined her left hand down on the sheets. "I'm-I'm-I'm not-not cumming, Daddy."

Jeff grinned while Claire's curiosity grew. His fingers moved to his girlfriend's clit, only to be swatted away by Abby.

"Oh boy..." he remarked.

"I'm-I'm not cum-cumming," Abby told him with a stammer, doing her best to push her bubbling orgasm down as deeply as she could. "What are you-you gonna do-do about it, Daddy?"

"You know what will happen," he said. "I'm going to take it out on your mom."

The cute eighteen-year-old's grin turned downright wicked. "Well then, fuck you, Daddy."

Jeff turned to Claire to find her eyes bulging. He slid out of his girlfriend and motioned Mrs. P closer with his finger. She didn't budge.

"I'm not going to ask you twice, Mrs. P," he said. "Get your ass over here immediately."

There was no going back to Stan. This was her man from now on. Cool, confident, and sexy: Jeff was everything that she desired in a partner. She crawled over to her new stud where she was promptly flipped over, and she soon found herself in the same position as her daughter. On her back with her legs hanging off the mattress.

Jeff picked up his girlfriend and effortlessly lifted her into the air, before gently resting her on top of her mother. Both of his girls were on their backs, but Abby's back rested along her mom's body. There were three boxes left on his birthday fantasy list, and he was about to check off two of them.

He looked down to see two sparkling vaginas begging for his attention—Abby's on top and Mrs. P's just inches below. His throbbing cock pushed inside his girlfriend before pulling out and journeying inside her mom. And then back to Abby before moving to her mother again. He felt like a rock star.

"This is so hot," Abby gasped.

As similar as they felt, both of his girlfriends—yes, you read that right—both of his girlfriends had differences. Unique bumps and ridges gripped his manhood as he explored them one after the other. Mrs. P was unbelievably wet while Abby had the slight edge in tightness, but they both gripped him like warm hugs. They each possessed the same immense feeling of passion. He just wanted to soak up every drop of his girlfriend's vast love, and Mrs. P's yearning desperation to be appreciated. She wouldn't have to dream about a man who adored her any longer, because she had him now.

He decided to stay inside Mrs. P as he checked off his second of three fantasies. "Kiss."

Abby tilted her head to the side where her mother's mouth eagerly waited for her. How naughty was this? Forget that she was about to kiss another girl for the first time. She was about to kiss Mom! But something about Jeff's excitement got the better of her. It made her want to be extra bad.

She always knew that her boyfriend had a thing for her mom—he'd made that perfectly clear a million times, after all—but their surprising chemistry together made her want to step up her game. If Mom was up for doing whatever Jeff wanted, then so was she.

A simple kiss quickly turned into a passionate make out session. Neither one of them had ever kissed a girl before, and they wouldn't considered themselves bisexual either. But if Daddy told them to kiss, then they would kiss.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jeff noted, pushing inside his girlfriend.

Watching his two dream girls make out like long-lost lovers caused him to pump harder. This wasn't just his amazing girlfriend and her ridiculously hot mom anymore. These were his two personal porn stars. These were two girls who would wear any outfit he wanted, play out any fetish he requested, and do any little thing that his heart desired. His deviant mind had a never-ending list of perverted tasks for his girls to take part in, but someone still needed to be punished, didn't she?

His strong thrusts turned to ferocious slams. He was engaged in a silent and unannounced battle with his girlfriend. Abby enjoyed making out with her mom more than he'd expected, so he did his best to break them up without using either his hands or his words.

"Oh-oh my-my—"

Abby locked onto her mother's mouth before "God" could escape from her lips. Kissing Mom was fun! Her lips were so soft and pouty. It was the polar opposite of her boyfriend's rugged mouth. And Mom was a really good kisser too! But by far the hottest part of it all was how crazy it made Jeff to watch. And yes, she was fully aware of what her wiseass boyfriend was up to. Despite his best efforts, she had no plans to cut her first girl-on-girl kiss short.

His fingers moved to Abby's glistening pussy before slithering up to her throbbing clit. If he couldn't fuck these two apart, then perhaps he could overwhelm his girlfriend?

Their tongues tangled before Abby gently bit her mother's lower lip in an attempt to keep herself from throwing her head back. This wasn't far! All she wanted to do was kiss Mom, and now her clit was being played with as well? Sometimes, her boyfriend was such a jerk!

"Who's going to cum first for Daddy?" Jeff asked, leaving his girlfriend's tight hole to push inside Mrs. P.

"I wan-wan-wanna!" Claire whined, overwhelmed with pleasure.

"You had him all to yourself before I showed up!" Abby argued. "It's my turn!"

His fingers found Mrs. P's clit. A combination of his big cock stretching her tight pussy, and his fingers rubbing her delicate clit would make her erupt for the fifth time tonight. She couldn't fight it if she wanted to. His girlfriend's mom was putty in his hands.

"No, Daddy, I—"

Abby cut herself off as a result of her boyfriend's firm glare. That wasn't a playful look. It was a serious one.

"Help your mom out, princess."

Being referred to as princess immediately made Abby smile. She couldn't get enough of the pet names that he gave her. Jeff was right. Tonight was about taking Mom to that magical place over and over again. Her boyfriend had done most of the heavy lifting, so the least she could do was chip in and be a good girl.

Abby kissed her mother again. She could feel Mom's orgasm growing through her mouth. The previous control over her tongue and lips were gone. Just like when she always orgasmed, Mom turned into a gooey mess, and no one deserved it more than the amazing woman who raised her.

Jeff felt Mrs. P cum on his cock for the fourth time while her pussy pulsated and squeezed his dick. Every time she came, psychologically, she lost her loyalty to her husband. Mr. P might help to pay the bills around here, but that was where his job ended. Abby was his, and Mrs. P was coming right along with her.

"How ya feeling?" Abby asked.

Her mother couldn't exactly think clearly at the moment. Five orgasms in thirty minutes had taken quite the toll on her. "I love him."

"Mom!" Abby shouted, shocked from her mother's crazy confession.

"I do," Claire said, completely lost in her own world. "I want to marry him."

"Will you stop! Oh my God!" She turned and looked at her very happy boyfriend. "You love hearing that, don't you?"

"She's just being honest. Now, we'll get around to the wedding arrangements later, because someone needs to cum, doesn't she?"

"I do, Daddy," Abby whined. "I need to cum sooooooo bad."

He pulled out of Mrs. P and slid back inside his girlfriend. "Here's what I want you to do, princess," he said, moving inside her calmly. "I want you to tell your mom just how much you love and appreciate her. She doesn't get to hear it enough."

Abby turned her head and gazed into her mother's waiting eyes. "You mean the world to me."

Joy flowed through Claire's body.

"You're my best friend, my role model, and I couldn't ask for a better mom," Abby went on. "I love you so much and you have no idea what seeing you have fun does for me. Mom, no one deserves this more than you. And, actually, I thought about it, and I decided to let you and Jeff have some more fun in the future. If you're up for it, that is."

"Oh, I'm up for it!" Mom replied enthusiastically.

"That's what I thought," Abby laughed. "I don't see why you and Jeff can't mess around more often when Dad's out of town or whatever. You're entitled to a good sex life."

Claire's lips pressed softly against her daughter's mouth. "And my baby's entitled to cum too. Be a good girl and give Daddy what he wants."

Jeff pounded away as Claire's fingers found her daughter's clit. It was time for the architect of his amazing birthday to cum all over his cock. But wait, what about his third and final fantasy? What if he missed his chance and after they were done, his girls decided that this was actually a one-time thing? He would never get a shot at anything like this again! He couldn't pass up the chance to do it!

He picked his girlfriend up and placed her next to her mother. Moments later, he held a handful of Mrs. P's sexy hair, and pulled her head directly above Abby's little pussy. The right side of her face pressed against her daughter's stomach as his cock continued to bask in the smothering embrace that was his girlfriend. And when his manhood left that warm slice of heaven, it did so for a very good reason.

Mrs. P's open mouth.

"How's she taste?" he asked, pushing back inside Abby.

"Sweet," Claire answered. "I want to taste her again."

He brought his girlfriend right to the cusp of orgasm before pulling out and roughly pumping between Mrs. P's pair of waiting lips. His cock—which had been previously covered in Abby's juices—was thoroughly cleaned off inside her mother's mouth. Jeff no longer felt like a rock star. He was a rock star.

"I wanna cum soooooo bad!" Abby pleaded. "Please!"

He turned his attention to Mrs. P. "Should we let her cum?"

Claire unwillingly watched his cock move away from her mouth and push back inside her daughter. It looked like that question was answered for her. "I guess..."

His finger slipped inside Mrs. P's mouth to give her something to suck on while he diddled Abby's clit with his thumb. "Cum on my cock, princess."

The last of Abby's jealousy completely vanished. The cock that was inside her had just been in her mother's mouth! And now Mom sucked on her boyfriend's finger like some insatiable high school girl! Abby knew what it was like to have a high sex drive. The feeling of constantly craving Jeff was always there, so what was life like for her mother? She had to be miserable!

Not only did she help Mom with her needs, but she gave Jeff every guy's fantasy as well. What man didn't want access to multiple women? But her incredible boyfriend didn't have to cheat or mess around with random girls on Tinder. There also wouldn't be any diseases or drama to worry about. No, it was just her sexy mom, and she had quite the dirty side to her.

Her insides began to heat up and tighten as she felt herself grow close. She wanted to cum all over Jeff's cock and then watch Mom lick it clean. Damn, who was the dirty one again? Maybe Abby was a bigger pervert than she'd previously realized?

She erupted and screeched loudly, "I'm cumming!"

Jeff had been able to withstand Mrs. P exploding on his cock multiple times, but Abby was too much. Feeling her clamp even tighter around his dick caused him to lose control. How he'd been able to hold out so long was a miracle in itself, so it was time for his final fantasy.

His throbbing manhood fired two powerful shots deep inside his girlfriend's gripping pussy before he pulled out and aimed at Mrs. P's beautiful face. Without instruction, she extended her tongue and wagged it at him. His girlfriend's always polite, well-spoken, and perfectly mannered mom was about to be his little cumslut. Every time he looked at Mr. P, he would see Mrs. P with his cum all over her face. She was officially his.

A thick burst exploded from the tip of his dick and painted a line up the side of Mrs. P's face and into her hair. Another rope slammed into her giggling cheek before he pushed back inside his girlfriend, and emptied the rest of his load into her warm embrace.

"More!" Claire begged. "Gimme more!"

As much as he loved his girlfriend's mom, Abby was the one who had his heart, so Mrs. P would just have to wait.

Abby's still tingling pussy drained every drop of fluid he had. His girlfriend was full of his seed and her mom was covered in his cum. It was exactly how he wanted life to be from now on. Abby would always be his number one priority, but Mrs. P would be getting in on the fun from this moment forward.

"Leave it," moaned Abby. "Leave it in me for a minute."

She could feel his semen inside her. The way that the heat from his fluids met the warmth of her vagina was electric. Nothing resembled him cumming inside her. Yes, she was on birth control, but the primal act of being ejaculated in brought them together in ways that nothing else could. His seed was a gift. It was a present all for her.

Well, maybe not just for her anymore.

Jeff slowly pulled out of his girlfriend and watched Mrs. P's mouth instantly move down to her dripping pussy. She wouldn't actually do it, right? As crazy as tonight was, this was next-level porn stuff. But when her tongue slipped out of her mouth and began lapping at Abby's vaginal lips—which were coated with his semen—he knew that he was the luckiest guy alive. No other guy had a girl like Abby or Mrs. P, let alone both of them!

Claire gulped down the healthy amount of cum that she collected on her tongue before returning for another helping. Just like Abby, Jeff tasted sweet. Both of their flavors were full of youth, energy, and vibrancy. There was a childlike enthusiasm to the entire evening. Perhaps it was wrong for them to enjoy one another this way, but none of them cared. It was life in its rawest state.

She collected another mouthful of cum and carried it to Abby's mouth. Instead of swallowing it, she parted her lips and allowed it to drip onto her daughter's tongue.

"Oh my God, that's so fuckin' hot," he moaned.

Hey boyfriend wasn't lying. Feeling his cum touch her tongue courtesy of her mother's mouth was unbelievably sexy. Knowing that Mom was officially as dirty as her was crazy. No one told Mom to lick her pussy clean. She just did it! Her forty-one-year-old mom was a horny little slut at heart, and she couldn't get enough of it.

"Kiss me," Abby requested.

Claire kissed her daughter again, Jeff's sweet flavor adding to their already taboo exchange of fluids. Jeff made her cum five times, so she didn't hold back from being his fantasy girl for the night. A thin strand of cum connected their lips as she pulled away from Abby, causing both of the girls to giggle.

"Little slut," Claire grinned down at her daughter.

"What does that make you then?" Abby grinned back.

"A big slut," Jeff chimed in.

Claire turned back to her stud and sucked his cock dry. "Your big slut, Daddy."

"My big slut," he repeated with a smile. "So, does the birthday boy get any birthday cake?"

"I made brownies!" Abby yelled, jumping off the bed. "They're in the fridge. I put a thick layer of vanilla frosting on them just how you like!"

He gave his girlfriend a big kiss on the cheek before she scurried out of the room and hustled downstairs.

"You want some brownies, Mrs. P?"

"I have the only treat I need," she told him between licks and kisses on his cock. "It's way better than brownies."

He pulled the sexy brunette off the bed and helped her to her feet. "Lose the heels and let's go get some dessert. You and Abby are going to get cleaned up, put on some sexy outfits, and then we'll come back upstairs for round two."

"Round two?" Claire asked. "You have another round in you?"

"Another round?" he laughed. "I have like eight more rounds in me. I'll text my mom and tell her that I'm staying at my friend's house tonight. Mrs. P, you aren't going to be walking right tomorrow. Now, let's go. Your sexy ass could use a brownie or two."

She stepped out of her heels and headed for the door, but not before receiving a firm slap on the ass. She heard Jeff mumble "my girl" as the two made their way downstairs. For the first time in her life, Claire was finally someone's girl, even if she had to share that guy with her daughter.

She could only laugh to herself after she took a quick peek behind her when they reached the bottom of the steps. He was still hard! Yeah, there was plenty of Jeff to go around.