Todd, Fuck Your Mother. Ch. 02

byMaryAnderson©

I appreciate and thank all for the interest in this story; it was among my best received. For those who requested a second chapter I hope you find this long-delayed submission to your liking.

In Chapter 1 Todd's mother, an attractive libidinous soul married to a man whose passion is sitting in his recliner while watching professional wrestling, discovered her son was a peeping tom, and was peeping at their next door neighbor and her son.

As always, all story characters engaged in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.

* * * * *

As my son's shrinking cock slipped from my ass I felt his cum drip from my rectum; it was a delicious sensation. Milla and William had recently discovered the joys of anal sex; Todd and I, watching them, had also.

I turned to my son, kissed his lips, said, "That was fricking amazing."

Kissing me back he said, "She's getting up," and looking out the window I saw my neighbor stand, stretch her trim taut naked body, say something to her son, and hold out her hand to help him up. The two of them, pausing to turn off the light, walked hand-in-hand from the room.

They had fine butts.

We moved onto my son's bed - he and I'd recently picked out a larger firmer mattress - and he said, "Do you think they know we watch?"

"Possibly, they give us plenty of opportunities and it would be fun to do this for an audience."

"Maybe we should leave our lights on or do it in the backyard so they can see us."

"I've thought about that. The problem is that if they don't know we're watching and see us, then they'll know we can see them. Then they might make sure we couldn't."

"Yeah, you're right."

Throughout our conversation my hand had been working his shaft. He was hard again. I took him in my mouth.

* * * * *

Todd and I ended our kiss when my husband shouted, "Where are my keys?"

"Top drawer of your desk honey, where you left them."

Jangling those keys, ready to hit the road, he entered the kitchen, absentmindedly said, "Good morning," not noticing, as he never did, his wife and son's flushed faces. Handing him a cup of coffee fixed the way he liked - too much cream, too much sugar - I said, "Remember, I'm meeting Pamela on campus tonight, we're going to dinner. You two will be on your own."

My husband said, "Great. Todd and I can order a pizza and watch Impact Wrestling, Austin Aries is defending the title," and headed out the door.

When it clattered shut Todd and I checked the clock; we had time for a quickie.

* * * * *

Pam texted me, her lab was running late. Unfortunately it was Thursday, party night on campus, and the dorm's lobby was packed with college students working on tomorrow's hangover. I was looking for a peaceful corner when Angelina the Dorm-Mom, a striking graduate student of mixed Asian and Caucasian ancestry who lived on-site, spotted me and said, "Hello Mrs. Hooper, waiting for Pam?"

"Yes, her lab is late."

Looking around she said, "Why don't I let you in her room. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable there."

* * * * *

Both my daughter and her roommate Naomi were neat freaks, so I noticed the binoculars laying next to their open case. Underneath them was a sketch: three rows of rectangles sitting atop each other with notes in each box. I recognized Pam's handwriting, the other script must be Naomi's. Curious, I started reading.

Good god.

I turned to the window, looked at the dorm on the other side of the quad, and started counting windows. Once I realized the first room on each floor had only one window the number of rectangles in the sketch matched the number of rooms. The first two rectangles of the second floor, which was directly across from Pam's room, were labeled, "No action;" I recognized the third. Pam had called Ross Jones, a high school friend of Todd's, now a freshman at the university, "Nerdboy" as long as I remembered and here she'd written, "Nerdboy Jones, are you kidding?" The fourth box was inscribed, "Usually late," in the fifth, "Most every night, early," and in the final two rectangles, "Occasionally."

I turned off Pam's lights, picked up the binoculars, sat in the chair facing a window - I'd thought the set-up peculiar - took a deep breath and started down the row. The first two rooms were dark, the third's gauzy curtain obscured who was inside, although it sure looked like Ross, the fourth was dark, and then, "Oh fuck."

She, a beautiful blond, and he, a powerfully built, seriously hung, black man, were pounding their bodies into each other. The lights were on and curtains pulled back. They wanted to be seen, knew people were watching. Pam and Naomi weren't the only students with binoculars.

I was watching, fondling my breasts through my shirt, when my phone pinged. Pam was heading my way. I texted that Angelina had let me into her room, turned the lights on, put the binoculars back on the desk, cracked open the window to dilute the smell of my arousal, and texted Todd, "I need a late night coffee run."

My daughter found her sedate mother reading her Kindle.

* * * * *

"Todd, fuck your mother."

Our coffee in the console, my son was sitting in the passenger seat as I, in the reverse cowgirl, drove my body onto his dick.

He twisted my nipples, I reached for his balls; I came, my sex convulsing on my son's masterful prick.

Like he'd pounded her, Todd was pounding me, slamming his body into me. I came again.

Letting go of my breasts, he took hold of my hips, pulled me into him. He the puppeteer, I the puppet, my body bounced and shuddered on his cock. I came again, my gut contracted, we both came, his cum poured into me, and as his mother's cunt spasmed another load of sweet hot seed filled me and screaming, we both came again.

* * * * *

"Honey, can you bring me another beer?"

Todd said, "Don't worry Mom, I'll get it."

My husband was eating in front of the televison, Todd and I in the kitchen. I used to complain about it.

When Todd returned I ran my foot up his leg and said, "So how about it?"

"You're sure no one will know it's us?"

"Yeah, I've known your friend Ross for years and I was looking right at him with binoculars and I couldn't be sure. The only person who might recognize us is Pam and we'll do it when she's in lab. Ross will lend you his key, right?"

"Yeah, he's always on the road, going to tech shows and comic-cons, he's already shared it with several friends, lets them crash at his place when he's out of town."

* * * * *

Pam's cell phone vibrated. It was Naomi. She opened it, did a double-take: "OMG, you're missing it, Nerdboy is going at it like a madman."

"You're shittin' me."

"Nope, Aimee's here, she'll confirm."

A message from Aimee: "It's true."

"Whose he with?"

"Can't tell, really can't tell if it's him. Could be a friend using his room."

Clearing his throat the biology professor reclaimed his students' attention and said, "We're sharing the lab with another class tonight so just check your work, organize your data, clean up. If you're done early that's okay."

* * * * *

Several blocks from the dorm Pam texted, "They still at it?"

"Yeah, but close to the finale, her hands are on the windowsill, he's doing her from behind, they want to be seen."

While safety dictated she go around the parking deck, Pam decided the chance to see Nerdboy in action was worth the risk. Unfortunately, about halfway through the deck her phone pinged: "Sorry Pammie, show is over."

Pam said, "Fuck," stuffed the phone in her pocket, and saw what looked like her mother's car, then saw the dent in the back door. It was her mother's car. She texted Naomi: "Did Mom drop by?"

"No."

Thinking her mother must have just gotten there, although that didn't explain why she hadn't park closer to the dorm, Pam laid her hand on the hood. It was cold, the engine had been off awhile.

She looked in the car, saw her brother's jacket on the back seat, and deciding to make a point, reached for the magnetic box holding a key under the bumper, tore off a piece of the student newspaper with the date on it, wrote, "I'm hurt, you visited campus and didn't come see me," stuffed it in her brother's pocket and returned the key to its hiding place.

That's when, hearing a muffled male voice, she stepped into the shadows. A couple came around the corner, stopped for a deep kiss, then stepped under a light.

Ohmigod.

Her brother gallantly holding the passenger door open, they kissed again, their mother opened his fly, pulled out his dick - shit, he was hung - and said, "Let's do it again soon, we'll give Ross quite the reputation on campus."

Her brother closed the door, walked to the driver side. As he put it in gear their mother's head dipped below the dashboard.

The marbles fell into place: her mother's recent unremitting good mood, her new found indifference to her husband's long standing indifference, the amount of time she and Todd spent together, his new found ease around her girlfriends and, according to Ramona, her (she had thought) relatively inexperienced brother's skill in the sack. Her mother and brother were screwing, had been for awhile.

Later that night, uncoiling her naked frame from Naomi and Aimee's sweet bodies, Pam got out of bed and sent her brother a text: "Naomi's out of town this weekend and there's this frat party, I need a wing man. Let 'em know you're a jock, wear your letter jacket. "

* * * * *

"Wooo sis."

The colorful bandana wrapped around her head, which barely kept her long brown hair in place, accented the sparkle of her hazel eyes. Her dangling earrings, tie-dyed tee-shirt, blue jeans, blue jean jacket, and boots didn't advertise, but didn't hide, the slender five feet, nine inch, 31-23-34 body that made her full round "B" breasts seem larger.

"But with you dressed like that, I feel like a nerd."

Todd had worn his letter jacket, khakis, and a button down shirt.

"That's what I'm looking for baby brother. It's a quiet frat, not one of the wild ones. You'll fit in. Me, they'll wonder about the hot hippie chick. We can have some fun with that."

"So we're not siblings?"

"No, what kind of loser goes to a frat party with her baby brother?"

* * * * *

They had danced fast, now were dancing slow. Holding Pam to his body Todd thought she'd been right, it had been fun. Whenever his sister had wandered from his side guys had sidled up to him, asked about her, and Todd had told them the misleading truth. He was a senior in high school, she a freshman at the university, they'd met through family.

She rotated her shoulders, pressing her breasts to his chest, and said into his ear, "I'm so glad you came, I'm having a blast, I hope you are too."

"I am."

"Good, put your hands on my ass."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

Adjusting his stance to ensure she wouldn't feel his erection, he did and she said, "Y'know last night I called the house to see if you could come tonight. Got Dad, he said you and Mom went to a coffee shop. I asked which one, he said McCallie's. Said he'd tell you to call me. I guess he forgot."

"Yeah, I guess he did."

The song ended, she angled her head as if waiting for a kiss, and he dropped his head to hers, not sure what to expect, but not expecting the way her lips moved firmly, if briefly, against his then, holding his hand, led him to the end of the porch as if for privacy, moved her body into his as if they were lovers.

"Todd, last night Naomi texted that two people were going at it across the quad with the lights on, said they were really hot."

She knew her baby brother, saw no concern on his handsome face. He'd be a good poker player.

"So I cut through the parking deck on my way back to the room."

There was a hint of something in his eyes.

"And saw a car that looked like Mom's SUV."

He said, "Really." Still no concern in his voice, but a new intensity in his eyes.

"Even more amazing, it had a key hidden in the same place as Mom's and a jacket on the back seat that looked like yours, so I opened the car and put a note in the jacket's inside pocket. Do you mind if I look?"

She slid her hand up his chest, the pressure of her hand undeniably sexual, fished the note from his pocket and without looking at it handed it to him and her voice a purr, said, "Does it say 'I'm hurt, you visited campus and didn't come see me?'"

"Yep."

"You and Mom. It explains a lot that's been going on lately. How long?"

To his credit he didn't get angry, or panic, or issue a transparently false denial, instead turning to the central issue he said, "Have you told anyone? Are you going to tell Dad?" and was relieved by the look of astonishment on her face, as if not believing anyone could ask such a stupid question, and said, "Hell no," and kissed him, her tongue engaging with his.

* * * * *

Sighing happily, Pam lay her head on her brother's shoulder, ran a hand down his hairless chest, and said, "Really, William and Ms. Jovanovic?"

"I'd been watching for several months when Mom found out about it. Like me, she tried to resist, but it's fricking addicting. Well, I found out she was watching, then we watched together, one thing led to another. Mom's a fire cracker and I figure with Dad she'd eventually get it someplace else. I'm glad it's me; she's great in bed and it's Mom, how can you not like Mom?"

Detecting the rising lust in his voice - her brother was getting turned on again, which was fine by her - her hand moved to his dick and she said, "So how did you end up in Ross' room?"

Not willing to lie to a woman playing with his penis, Todd spilled the beans on their mother. "A couple of weeks ago, when Mom was waiting in your room while you were at lab she saw the binoculars and notes you and Naomi made, figured out what was going on, and actually saw a couple going at it across the way. After watching Milla and William, we'd talked about doing it for an audience. She asked me to get a copy of Ross' key. Last night, when you were supposed to be in lab, we did it. She wants to do it again.

His hand moved to her breast, toyed with the erect nipple, and he said, "So, why weren't you at lab?"

Her hand now on her brother's balls Pam said, "Naomi had texted me about the action in Ross' room and lab ended early so I hurried back to check it out, cut through the parking garage - normally I'd go around - saw the SUV, then you two appeared."

Frigging his resurrected erection she continued, "I even saw Mom pull this out and disappear behind the dash board to do this," then leaned over and wrapped her lips on his cock-head. Sucking hungrily she took him deep into her mouth and, inspired by his groans of pleasure, lips snugly wrapped on his shaft, bobbed her head.

Her pussy lips swelled, dripped juice onto the bed. His cock was big long thick vibrant hard, it tasted like, he smelled like a man. She knew why her mother couldn't get enough.

As Pam sucked Todd ran his hand on his sister's round firm rump, kneaded the butt cheeks, slipped a finger into her sex from behind, dragged the wet digit back to the crack of her ass. Loving the wicked sensation Pam wiggled her backside and Todd returned to her sex several times, moistening his talented finger, revisiting her butt, brazenly lubricating her asshole until, sensing she was ready, he pushed his middle and ring fingers into her cunt and thumb into her anus, wiggling it on her spasming sphincter.

Pam wondered, had Todd fucked their mother up the ass? She'd tried anal once, hadn't liked it, and that cock was smaller than her brother's. Still, it might be fun, but that was an experiment for another day: she did need to leave something for the second date. Letting his cock slip from her mouth she moved onto all fours, said, "Okay baby brother, fuck your sister," and Todd took his place behind her, held her waist, and Pam turning her head to watch, sunk his cock into her. After a few minutes he pulled out, rolled her onto her back, positioned himself between her legs, and fed her his dick, her vagina tingling as her brother's oversized prick bulldozed its way inside.

"Oh yes, feels so good, oh, oh, fuck me, yes."

At first Todd fucked her slow, wanting to know every millimeter of his sister's hot sex.

"Oh my, fuck me, make me come baby brother."

But like his mother's, Pam's pussy was too good to resist for long and loving the feel of her firm tits and hard nipples on his chest, loving Pam's moans and groans, Todd, in constant contact with her clit, fucked her, picked up the pace, screwed her, pounded her, claimed her.

"Oh yes, fuck me, so good, so good."

Balls tightening, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, Todd tried thinking about something else, baseball maybe, but his effort was interrupted when his sister stiffened, bucked, and in the grip of a violent orgasm yelled, "Hold me Todd, please hold me, I'm commmming."

Todd slipped his hands under her upper back, folded his fingers around her shoulders, drove into her hard, and as her cunt spasmed Todd felt an explosion deep in his gut, fired a barrage of cum into her pussy, and let out a stark animal howl.

The residents of Pam's dorm knew someone was getting lucky.

A few minutes later, after easing his cock from his sister's well-fucked snatch, Todd lay next to her. Thinking I'm gonna be sore in the morning, even my clitoris aches, Pam rolled onto her stomach and said, "That was amazing, you up to servicing your mother and your sister?"

"I was thinking a threesome."

"Does Mom do girls?"

"I don't know."

Pam said, "I know just the person to find out."

* * * * *

Naomi met me in the lobby. She'd called, said the girls were talking about Pam's birthday, but all their ideas involved too much alcohol. Perhaps I could provide some insight; was there something in Pam's past she'd enjoy revisiting with her new friends?

On the way up to her room she said she'd bought some wine, which was still chilling, let me in, then apologized and excused herself for the ladies room. I snatched up the binoculars, but instead my attention was drawn to the small women's dormitory catty-cornered to this one, where, one floor below, in a brightly lit room, two young women - one blonde, one brunette - were kissing. They were so close you didn't need binoculars, heck you could practically feel their lips on you.

Hearing Naomi open the door I put the binoculars back on the desk and took the chair facing the window. I didn't know that Naomi had arranged the binoculars just so; she knew I'd picked them up. Then, testing whether I'd seen the women, she moved her chair to the right, providing me a view of their window, and happily saw my eyes flit to it several times.

And with the vision of the women crawling through my brain I studied Naomi. She invested little energy in appearance. Rail thin, small breasted, pale skin, she wore almost no make-up on her round face and kept her black hair short and spiky. Her clothes were as casual as the rest of her: plain white tee-shirt, no bra, cargo shorts. What was striking were her eyes. Brown, large and round, shining with intelligence, they drew you in, and as we talked about Pam growing up, looking for experiences she might like to revisit, I found myself thinking that I very much liked this young woman who was, in her distinctive understated way, quite pretty.

We'd identified some spots for a birthday party when Naomi's phone beeped and she said, "Good, the wine should be ready. I'll be right back."

I stood. The blonde was topless, sitting on a corner of the bed, cradling the brunette's head, who fed on the blonde's breasts as if a starving child. I licked my lips, wondered, what they tasted like.

When Naomi opened the door I returned to my chair, moved it a few inches to the left seeking a better view of the women, as Naomi with four quick twists of a corkscrew popped the cork, poured the Gewurztraminer, handed me a glass.

I took a sip. "It's good."

She said, "I'm glad you like it. A friend and I recently discovered it. It's fairly inexpensive, which is important. I am a college student.

Then, opening another cabinet she said, "It goes great with Boursin cheese, which, heck, appears not to be here. Pam's been eating my cheese again."

She picked up her phone. Her end of the conversation went something like this:

"Hey Kim, it's me..."

"Do you have any Boursin..."

"Yeah, Pam again. Her mom's here, we're talking about the birthday thing..."

"I was so looking forward to it, you the best..."

"See ya'."

When she hung up I said, "Naomi, you don't have to go to any trouble."

"No trouble. I've been thinking about it all afternoon, I can almost taste it. You're gonna love the stuff."

Our conversation turned back to Pam's birthday, me enjoying reminiscing about my daughter growing up, thinking Naomi was a good friend to go to all this trouble, and, my eyes occasionally flicking to the side, wondering what was going on in the room below. At one point a shirt was pulled over a pair of arms held high in the air. The brunette was stripping.

Naomi was right about the wine, it went down smooth. I'd finished the better part of a glass when a woman burst into the room. I hadn't associated her with the name but recognized the tall curvy black woman as a friend of my daughter's.

She said, "Hey Ms. Porter," handed Naomi a Ziplock bag containing a block of cheese, said, "I'm late for a show at the union," and disappeared.

As Naomi refreshed our glasses she said, "Ms. Porter, can you cut the cheese, the board is by the window."

I did, looked outside. The blonde was dining on the brunette's smaller breasts, most of them sucked into her hungry eager mouth.

I tried focusing on the cheese, but my eyes kept darting to the side, feasting on the action, and more captivated than I realized for when Naomi placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "Here's your wine Ms. Porter," I jumped.

Then, her hand squeezing my shoulder, she leaned forward and said. "Are those two at it again?"

"What do you mean?"

"Molly and Ella can't keep their hands off each other and, as you can see, prefer that you know."

She turned, and standing only a few inches from me, held up her glass and said, "To young love, and lust." Unsure of how to respond I tipped my glass to hers and said, "To young love, and lust."

I knew Naomi and Pam watched their neighbors, but hadn't wanted them to know I knew. But Naomi was casual about it, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. She looked out of the window, her hand on the side of my body. The tiny hairs on her forearms stood at attention; there was hunger in her eyes. She was aroused.

Turning back to me, standing in my personal space, she, as if we hadn't just watched two women making love, placed a piece of cheese on a cracker, handed it to me, and her smile warm, her eyes inviting, said, "Tell me what you think."

My senses already attuned to an unusual pitch by the scene outside the window I smelled the wine, ate the cheese, took a sip - she was right, bold and lusty, they complemented each other wonderfully.

"You have excellent taste."

She said, "Thank you," cut another slice of cheese, split it in two with her fingers, placed each on a cracker, playfully slipped one between my lips - it seemed like her light scent had blended with the flavor of the cheese - ate the other, then, her hand moving to my lower back, looked out the window. I saw the outline of erect nipples in her shirt.

The woman were naked, bodies intertwined, hands and mouths hungry and active.

The hand on my back was warm, her touch gentle and sweet.

My sex was dancing a jig.

My eyes flickered down to Naomi's breasts and the outline of her nipples. When I looked up Naomi smiled, she'd seen me peek. I blushed, but pushing a few stray strands of my hair behind my ear, dragging two fingers on my skin, those intoxicating eyes on me, she said, "Don't be embarrassed, Pam and I watch them all the time. We know it's naughty, but it's such a turn-on and let's be honest, they want to be watched."

She ran the side of her thumb on my cheek. My face flushed, goose bumps erupted on my skin.

I thought I'd hidden my arousal, my interest in her neighbors, but she knew what was going on. Her fingers, warm and tactile, remained on my cheek, the room was thick with sexual energy, and suddenly I thought: had I'd been invited there not to discuss Pam's birthday, but to be aroused, to be seduced by this extraordinary young woman?

Naomi would never do so without Pam's permission. Was Pammie, knowing my husband had lost interest in sex, suggesting this smart sensitive lovely lady as an alternative? If so, Pam must know Naomi could be trusted to keep it confidential.

It also meant Pam knew that Naomi was a skilled, capable, exciting lover.

I'd suspected that Naomi and my daughter were intimate. Now I was certain.

Was Pam suggesting we share a lover?

"Look outside Mrs. Porter."

The two women, legs spread in a scissors, rubbed their pussies on each other, fondled each other's firm young breasts. I wet my lips, suppressed the urge to touch my own nipples, and said, "You're right Naomi, it's fun to watch, intense, so arousing."

Naomi's hand moved to my arm, her fingers openly caressing my skin.

The two women untangled their bodies, lay on their sides, ate each other, classic "69."

As they did I imagined Naomi's naked form, her mouth on mine. My eyes dilated, my breathing deepened, and Naomi, knowing it was time to reel me in, said, "Mrs. Porter, your daughter's a passionate young woman, always willing to experiment, to test boundaries." proceeded to reel me in.

"What do you mean?"

She told me about how she and my daughter met, became lovers: the first tentative glances and initial flirtations, awkward moments trying to read the other's desires and intentions, the first kiss, the second, consummation. She grew more graphic, relating sex-filled detail after sex-filled detail. I loved watching Milla and William, Ella and Molly, and now I was watching the images of Pam and Naomi that filled my mind, the joint creations of Naomi's words and the ultimate erotic zone, my imagination.

Naomi said, "Ms. Porter, aren't they hot."

Not realizing how fully mind had turned inward, it took a second to focus. The brunette legs were spread, the blonde lay atop her. The women were tribbing, grinding their sexes together. The sight of them merging with Naomi's words, her hand on my body, the ache in my sex became an uncontrollable sexual frustration that I knew the women standing beside me had orchestrated and would soon satiate.

Her hand dropped to my thigh, moved under my dress.

"So Mrs. Porter, are you okay with your daughter and I being lovers?"

In response, my thighs opened a bit more and Naomi ran her fingers higher, cocked her head to the side, expectant eyes on mine. And looking at her I understood she was not asking whether I accepted her as my daughter's lover. Her inquiry pushed the boundary much farther out. She knew I was hooked, that soon I'd would kiss the same mouth, lick the same breasts, eat the same pussy, lie next to the same naked warm body as my daughter, that we would share a lover. No, Naomi was not asking me if I ready to be her lover, she was asking whether I was ready to be my daughter's.

I was my son's lover, why not my beautiful daughter?

Trying to be coy, as if I was not part of the equation, I said, "Of course, college is a time for new things."

She would not let me off the hook that easily. Her hand inching up my thigh she moved closer, her smaller breasts flattening on mine, and said, "Why stop in college?"

I could smell my arousal; a fingertip touched my panties.

I wanted her.

"You're right, why stop in college."

She cupped my sex, I pressed my mound into her hand. She tugged at the elastic band of my panties, slipped a finger under the silken material, it glided down my pussy lips.

"Wet and soft, like your daughter's."

The finger caressed my clit.

Naomi brought her mouth to mine. Our tongues danced, my pussy grew wetter, my nipples harder.

I'd taken my son as my lover. Now I would Naomi. Pam was inevitable.

Who could ask for three more wonderful passionate lovers?

When she said, "Ms. Porter, I love your breasts," fingers trembling with lust, I undid the buttons of my blouse. Naomi pulled it free of my skirt, dropped it on a desk, deftly undid the front-closing clasp of my bra with thumb and forefinger.

I was not the first woman she'd undressed.

She ran her thumbs over my breasts, said, "I've got to taste them," and wrapped thin lips around a stiff ultra-sensitive rubbery nipple, sucked it into her mouth, bathed it with a tongue both gentle and firm. When my knees buckled she lowered me to the bed, and my head on a pillow, eyes fluttering, sobs of lust escaping my lips, she moved from one to the other, licking and sucking.

Her fingers returned to my sex, caressed the drooling pink slit, penetrated me, retreated, did it again, whipping me into a horny frenzy of crazed lesbian-lust.

"Would you like to come Mrs. Porter?"

"Yes, oh god yes. So bad, so bad."

She pulled my panties down my legs, hiked my skirt up around my waist, I threw my legs open. Naomi worked her middle finger inside my gooey pussy, finger-fucking her roommate's mother through sloshing copious lubrication, dropped her head, caught a nipple between her teeth, whipped it with her tongue, let it go and said, "As passionate and hot as Pam."

At the sound of my daughter's name my sex twitched.

Feeling it do so Naomi pushed another finger inside me, twisted and turned.

"Yes... Oh, god yes."

My spasming pussy clutched at her fingers, soaked them with cunt cream, tried to suck them deeper inside.

She dragged the flat of her tongue on my breasts, the bottom, the sides, across my nipples, sucked my distended throbbing areolas into her mouth, nipped them with her teeth.

"Suck my tits, finger me, harder, harder."

She slid to the floor, spread my legs, exposing my pussy to her hungry gaze - I was glad I'd trimmed this morning - wiggled her tongue between pouting cunt lips.

"Oh, Naomi, oh fuck, oh Naomi suck me, suck my pussy."

"Would you like to watch me do this to Pam?"

I said, "Yes," she flicked her tongue on my cunt.

"Would you like Pammie to do it to you?"

My faux protest, "Oh Naomi, please, you shouldn't say such things, that's my daughter, fuck that feels good, feels so fricking good, yes oh yes," was so infused with lust as to be an unmistakable endorsement.

"Does it make your pussy cream thinking about your daughter eating you? It should, it's heaven having her nimble talented tongue between your legs."

"Oh no, stop saying that. Oh, fuck, eat me, eat me, eat me, so close, so close."

"Your clit's swollen. Do you want me to lick it, suck it?"

"Yes, please."

She said, "If you're good," took a long whiff, inhaling the animal smell of my runaway arousal, glued her mouth to my throbbing dripping cunt, flicked her tongue along the drooling slit, lapped up the cascading juice.

It was divine, but my clit was pulsating and throbbing and burning and I needed her to eat it and I said, "Suck my clit, oh, unh, please Naomi oh oh."

Ignoring my pleas she racheted up the tortuous divine pleasure, continued to explore my pussy slit, slid her tongue up and down my labia, lapped juice from oozing cunt lips. My pussy grew hotter, wetter; I clutched Naomi's head, humped her mouth. There was an orgasm building deep inside my horny cunt; my head was spinning; I was dizzy with lust.

"Oh, my god, oh yes, oh yes, suck me Naomi, eat me."

My eyes glazed over, I gulped in air in random hard patterns.

"Oh, please, oh, fuck, so wet and horny. Suck my pussy, your tongue feels so good, oh, unh, oh, yes, oh, lick it, lick my pussy, Naomi lick my horny cunt."

She drove her curled tongue inside my sex, nibbled her way down, then up my sensitive thighs. Spreading my legs I offered my cunt as a sacrifice to the goddess that was her mouth. She slid two stiff fingers into my pussy; I thrust my throbbing hole against the frenzied penetration.

"Oh Naomi, lick me, lick my pussy."

Naomi had seduced more than her share of women, but was still amazed by her roommate's mother's hot delicious cunt. She knew where Pam got her libidinous nature. As she been attracted to her roommate from day one, she'd been attracted to her mother. Now she'd have both of them; her first mother and daughter since her high school English teacher and her lovely cheerleader of a daughter. And, as an added bonus, Todd. She preferred girls, but guys were fine and Pam had enthusiastically endorsed her hunky brother.

Unaware of what was going through Naomi's mind, I reached for head, yanked it from my pouting pussy lips, said, "My clittie, my clittie."

Naomi eyed the swollen pink nub protruding from the top of my cunt, gave it good hard long lick.

My eyes flew open, my ass jumped from the mattress, I whimpered as the tip of her masterful tongue diddled my clit with the rat-a-tat rapidity of a machine gun.

"Oh yes, that's it, lick me, lick my clit, finger me."

Naomi plunged her fingers inside me, jabbing them in and out, and wrapped her mouth around my aching clit, drawing the pink nub between suctioning puckered lips.

I dug my fingers into her hair, holding her in place as I ground my hips on her face, moaning and crying, "Unh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, it feels so good, you're going to make me come. Don't stop, don't stop, it's going to be a big one," as an orgasm grew deep within me.

The pressure kept building, hot magma buried deep, burning, needing to escape. Fuck cream flowed onto Naomi's chin and with two fingers spread the skin around my clit, exposing it to her flicking tongue, slapped it back and forth, side to side, jammed her fingers into my pussy.

"Oh god, oh god, ohmigod, gonna come, fuck, suck it, so close, suck my clit, suck me."

She drew my clit into her mouth, cradled it on her teeth, mauled it with her tongue.

I squealed, humped my ass, jerked my hips. My pussy clamped on Naomi's fingers, my clit pulsed and throbbed. Waves of pleasure rolled over me, obliterating my reality like a child's sand castle, and clutching Naomi's head I hollered, "I'm comminnggg, suck my clit, oh please, suck my pussy, unh, comminnnnggggg, eat me you sweet bitch, eat me, oh yes, comminggggg!"

Naomi moved down to feast on the pussy juice flowing from my sex, keeping her head buried there until she'd cleaned my drooling cunt, then cradled my body to hers. Several minutes later I crawled between her legs to return the favor.

* * * * *

Naomi holding me in the spoon position, I sighed, rolled my shoulders, and said, "So when did Pam suggest that you seduce her mother?"

Naomi lifted her head and I turned to look at her. Impressed I'd figured it out she said, "When I got back into town last Sunday night, not that I hadn't already thought about it. How did you know?"

"You're two smart, too careful, too well-mannered, too discerning to seduce a lover's mother without permission. I'd noticed the affinity between you, but when Angelina let me into the room I saw Pam's Sunday laundry piled neatly on one bed. The other was made. It seemed you two were sharing a bed. And tonight, of course, you eliminated all doubt."

She said, "Impressive Sherlock, but that's not really what you want to know."

"No, it isn't. What I want to know is why Pammie suggested it. A general concern about my sex life, something else?"

She looked at the clock and said, "I think that should come from Pam. She'll be here in an hour. Til then I could use a nap. I need to get rested up from that vixen's mother before I have any hope of taking her on."

We were soon asleep. My daughter was right on time.

* * * * *

For my husband it was the biggest night of the year, Wrestlemania, and his son, daughter, and wife were there to watch it with him. I loaded a six pack in the room's small refrigerator - our Christmas gift to him - handed him one, and said, "It's a little cool in here, I'm going to get the afghan."

Of course, if my daughter and I weren't wearing skimpy yellow sleeveless sun-dresses we might be warmer, but I wasn't going to suggest changing. Instead I returned with the blanket, saw that Todd had kicked off his sandals and put his feet on the low table in front of the love seat, and said, "Feet off the furniture young man."

"Sorry Mom."

"Forgiven, now you two scoot over, make some space for me, I need to borrow some heat from those hard young bodies."

Todd and Pam scrunched over, I sat on the end of the love seat, and Todd, in the middle, pulled the blanket over the three of us.

Mr. McMahon walked stiffly to the ring, started talking.

Todd placed a hand atop my thigh.

At the end of the first match my husband reached over, opened the frig, grabbed another beer.

I lay a hand on Todd's thigh. He squeezed it, returned his hand to my thigh, but further up, moving my sun-dress along with it.

I drew designs on his skin with the tip of a finger. He did the same to me. Big guys on the television without body hair were hitting each other. I didn't know why.

He spread his fingers, moved his hand a bit further up my leg, squeezed.

I said, "Todd you give off so much delicious body heat. It's comfy sitting here, the three of us together."

"I'm glad you like Mom. What do you think sis?"

"Yes, Todd can be quite the body warmer, can heat you up both inside and out. Naomi and my apartment gets mighty drafty, we can't wait til Todd moves in so we can all cuddle at night. You can always join us Mom."

My husband picked up the remote, turned up the sound.

Brushing my arm on Todd's erection I said, "Thank you Pamela, I will."

My son moved his hand up, its side now rested on the hem of my panties.

They were skimpy panties.

I moved my hip into him.

Accepting the invitation he caught the panty's string with thumb and forefinger, snapped it lightly against my hip bone.

I glanced at my husband, his attention on the screen - guys who took steroids were threatening each other - leaned towards my son, kissed him, a peck on the lips.

Pam said, "So Todd we haven't asked you, would you be happy to keep your mother warm whenever she needs it?"

He pecked his sister's lips and said, "Anything for my beloved sister and mother."

Reaching under the Afghan I covered his hand, moved it atop my panties. He pressed his middle finger onto my pussy slit through the damp material. I pressed my sex to that fat firm finger.

Raising his voice to catch his father's attention Todd said, "And, of course, I love my Dad, I'm always willing to take on whatever responsibilities he doesn't have the inclination for."

My husband, as by rote, said, "Thank you Todd, I always appreciate your help, don't we dear?"

Moving my pussy mound in a slow rhythm against his hand I ran a finger up his erection and said, "I do, especially when things get hard, and long."

Pam's hand joined mine on his dick, squeezing the shaft, and she said, "You're right, whenever I need my brother to get hard, to do the hard things, and lately it seems I need it all the time, he's willing to slide right in and make his sister very very happy."

Dragging a finger up my pussy slit, Todd stopped at my clit, rolled the finger on it, and said, "And whenever things get hard for me my mother and sister are always ready with a tight warm wet embrace until the pressure ends and things soften up."

Saying, "Son, I'll always try to make it easy for you to get that embrace," I raised my hip and watched the hump in the blanket made by his hand peel my panties from my wet pussy, work them down my legs, past my ankles. He handed them to Pam, who held them to her face, and took a deep whiff. Todd pushed a finger into my sex, rotating it inside me.

I let out an unintended groan. My husband, who had been nodding off, jumped, then turned up the volume on the television.

As he did I unbuttoned the straps of my sun-dress, exposing my braless breasts. Todd captured and rolled an erect nipple between his fingers. Electric bolts were firing in my swollen sex.

Pamela unbuckled Todd's shorts, hauled out his cock. He wasn't wearing underwear.

Leaning back I spread my legs and Todd slid his hand down my torso, dragged his fingers across my clitoris and the folds of my labia, angled two fingers forward, said, "Families should always be happy to open, let each other explore their most private parts," and moved them into my sex.

Pam, who saw her father stretching for the refrigerator, got up, handed him a beer, pulling off her panties on the return trip.

Eyes closed, I dropped my head back and, savoring the fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, drove my sex into Todd's hand in a series of short jerky motions.

Todd ran a third finger up and down my labia, gliding on the cream spilling from my slippery pussy, then moved that finger inside, employed a twisting motion, reduced me to jello. My eyes open and glassy, breathing through my mouth, I dabbed my dry lips with my tongue. Todd rotated his hand so its heel sat on my clit. I rocked my hips on it, bit my lip, fought the urge to moan.

My husband, his voice woozy, said, "Time for a pit stop and another six pack. Can I get anyone something?"

Snapping back to reality I said, "Yes dear, a glass of sparkling water with ice and a slice of lemon."

As he stumbled down the hall Pamela threw off the blanket, dropped to her knees, swallowed Todd, bathed his cock-head with her tongue then, sucking and swirling, pushed down until he reached the back of her mouth. I moved the hair from her face, providing an unobstructed view of her frantically bobbing head.

We heard thumping footsteps. Pamela paused, her lips stretched on his cock-head, plunged back down one last time, then pivoted onto the love seat, pulling the afghan over our laps.

Staggering, my husband handed me the glass of water - no lemon, no ice - spilled some, took two steps, fell backwards into his chair, became immediately engrossed by two guys pretending to punch each other.

Pamela said, "Let me dab it up Mom," got up, leaned over me, pressed her panties to the minimal spillage while her tongue invaded and ravaged my mouth, then said, "Mom, why don't you sit in Todd's lap while the couch dries.''

I said, "Do you mind honey?"

Eyes aflame, Todd said, "No, slide right on," and lifted the blanket. I pulled my dress up in the back, moved over, and my daughter holding him to my pussy lips, lowered myself onto his cock, my pussy lips enveloping his thick hot meat, going deeper and deeper until I was sitting on him.

His hands on my hips, he rocked into me, drove his cock deep, said, "Dad, could you turn it up? I couldn't hear the Bella twins."

As the Bella's talked my son covered my clit with two fingers, rolled it against my body, licked my ear, nipped my shoulder.

I squiggled my lithe body; my core worked my son's hard instrument.

I coddled his balls, imagined the pre-cum spilling inside me.

A match ended, entry music, another one began, we fucked.

It was a slow fuck, a masterful fuck, bodies grinding into each other, small motions that built up the heat in imperceptible steps, warm, then smoldering, glowing embers, small flame, red flame, blue one, white hot.

My husband started snoring.

My daughter's hand replaced mine on Todd's balls and, voice low and seductive, said, "Think about it Mom, Todd's fat fecund balls full of cum. Soon they'll tighten, retreat into his body, explode, fill his mother's hot nasty cunt with gallons of hot nasty cum."

Todd thrust into me. I raised my hips, drove into him. Breathing quickened, juice gushed, muscles spasmed and tightened, I clamped my legs together trapping Todd's hand, and emitting a single hard grunt that covered my whines and whimpers Todd came, flooding me with hot incestual seed. Sheets of color filled my mind and I came, babbling and chirping my joy.

My husband jumped at the noise and, after a second to orient himself, said in a slurred voice, "Are you okay Todd?"

Catching his breath Todd said, "Yes sir. I fell asleep. I was dreaming I was caught in the hot tight warm crevice of a fiery volcano, felt it squeezing in on me, but still it was soft and warm and good. Then there was this explosion, all this white hot magma was ejected. I must have cried out, woke myself up. I hope I didn't disturb anyone."

I said, "No, we're fine, but it's getting late. Pam, you getting sleepy?"

"I am Mom, would you mind giving me a ride to my place."

"Not at all, Todd care to come along?"

"Love to Mom."

I turned to my husband, who was already drifting back to sleep - he'd see the rest of the event in re-runs - and said, "We may visit awhile with Naomi, don't wait up."

* * * * *

When we got outside Milla and William were cuddled on their front porch swing.

She said, "Hey neighbor, where are you heading this late at night?"

"Pam and her roommate Naomi rented a place for the summer and next school year, Todd will be moving in with them. We're heading that way now. William, what are your plans?"

"Also heading for college, but I'll be living at home."

Milla said, "He takes the most excellent care of his mother."

Todd and Pam said, "Every child should."