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They had a rare family dinner together that evening, and things had never been more tense. Carol jumped every time Davey spoke, and she was sure Mandy was sitting there judging her. She’d changed into a loose peasant top and mom shorts, but still felt Davey’s unnatural attention. She couldn’t fathom why Mandy kept quiet and wondered if there would be a price to pay. She also noticed Mandy acting oddly toward John. Maybe Mandy was already planning to spill their secret. Carol had to get her daughter alone and swear her to secrecy. She’d promise Mandy it was a onetime mistake, never to be repeated.
Mandy sat looking unusually smug and showered her father with attention. It was like she was a little kid again and trying to monopolize daddy’s attention. She knew she had it, too, despite his best efforts. The air conditioning was blasting against the summer heat outside, making her nipples particularly noticeable. He stared across the table at their mom the whole meal, but she felt him stealing glances from the corner of his eye.
Davey could tell his dad and Mandy were acting strange, leaving him to wonder if she’d put the next step of the plan into motion. He felt oddly jealous that his dad would be fucking his hot sister soon. But then, wasn’t Davey fucking the man’s wife? He could hardly complain. Maybe they could have a father-son talk over how hot the women in their family were. Maybe his dad had tips about what his mother liked in the sack. Davey laughed at his inner monologue and everyone stared at him like he was crazy.
John spent the entire meal trying not to look at his daughter’s tits and thinking about all the ways he was going to tear up his wife as soon as they got into bed. He was too distracted to catch the vibe between his wife and his son.
Emmy was utterly clueless.
Carol was hoping to cling to her husband after dinner to avoid being alone with their son. After their encounter in the basement, she knew they would get in trouble if they were alone again. She’d never been so conflicted in her life. Every fibre of her being knew that messing around with her son was wrong, but she wanted him on a deep, fundamental level. Just sitting across the table from him at dinner she felt the attraction. Carol was happy to sit on the couch with John and watch TV once the dinner dishes were cleared.
Davey was frustrated that his mother stayed so close to his father. Just being in the room with her had him semi-chubbed. If he didn’t get some relief his balls were going to ache. Mandy wasn’t going to be any help. She was going out for the night, strongly hinting she had a date. He pled with her to cancel and go somewhere with him, to no avail. When no one was looking, she blew her brother a kiss and winked, assuring him she had everything in hand.
John watched his daughter leave, dressed like a slut once again, in some flauncy crop top that managed to show cleavage and looked like it would blow up in a strong breeze, and a tight denim skirt so short he didn’t see how she’d sit in it. A few years ago, John would have had Carol send the girl back up the stairs to change, but she was an “adult” now. He cursed at the thoughts the outfit gave him and assured himself that all he had to do was fuck his wife to purge those obscene thoughts. He was glad when Emmy declared she was bored and going to a friend’s house. That only left Davey in the house and John knew that if his son stayed home he’d be in his room gaming all night. John pulled his wife close on the couch while they watched the latest Netflix series.
Carol closed her eyes and moaned softly when John brushed her honey-blonde hair aside and kissed her neck. Her lips parted, her tongue peaking out and she sat her glass of wine aside, using that hand to caress his shoulder. She didn’t want to seem to easy because she didn’t want her husband suspecting something was different, but her body had been buzzing since kissing her son in the basement and she responded so easily to John’s kiss. Besides, John went right for the perfect spot on her neck. He knew her body so well. Carol flashed back to Davey kissing her neck and how he also seemed to know exactly what she wanted.
“I guess you’re not that interested in the show?” she purred.
“I can stop if you want,” he replied, thinking, No, I can’t. He was already rock hard.
“I would have worn something sexier if I knew you were in the mood.”
“You’re sexy in anything, babe.”
“Mom shorts? I don’t think so.”
“I don’t care, they’re coming off anyway.”
Carol put her hand on his crotch, felt him hard already. It seemed he was as ready to go as she was. She rubbed his bulge and he groaned. John fondled her breast and her nipple pressed into the soft padding of her bra. She pulled his lips from her neck to her mouth. When they kissed, her heart started pounding, like they’d been fooling around for an hour. She was so horny, she had to fuck him.
“Take me upstairs,” she breathed.
“I don’t want to wait that long,” he groaned. “I want you now.”
“Damn, honey. You’re in rare form tonight.”
John bonus veren siteler grabbed both her tits and kneaded them. Carol arched her back at him and whimpered. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. He moved his hands long enough for her to slip the bra off under her shirt. It reminded Carol of fooling around on the couch in the basement of her parents’ house, trying to get lucky and not get caught. It was exciting, and she tried to recall the last time they did it anywhere but the bedroom. She couldn’t.
“You’re pretty fired up too,” John moaned, lightly pulling her nipples.
He knew that would drive her crazy. He wanted his wife ready to go as fast as possible and she almost seemed ahead of him. He knew what had him going, he wondered why she was so worked up. Carol hadn’t been like this in quite a while. Their sex life was good, but he had to really put effort in these days. It wasn’t like when they first started dating and Carol was all over him.
“We really should go upstairs. Davey is still home. We don’t know when Emmy will be back.”
“Our house. We can do what we want.”
Carol grinned. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She worked his cargo shorts open and pulled his cock free. He was rock hard, like he was young again. Carol didn’t want to compare him to his son, but she couldn’t help it. Davey had just been inside her last night. Her 19-year-old son was harder when he fucked her, she was sure of it. Her son had a big cock, it hit her nice and deep, but his dad had a fat hog, so thick she could hardly close her fist around it. She’d needed time to get used to what John packed, whereas her son felt perfect inside her, like he was born to fuck her. She didn’t know if she preferred one over the other. Davey didn’t quite stretch her the way John did, but god did he fill her. Carol had to stop thinking of her son’s cock, so she leaned forward and sucked John into her mouth.
“Damn, babe,” John moaned. He loved when Carol gave head, but she only really did it when he asked these days. She was all over him tonight. He watched her blonde head bob in his lap and savored her tight, wet mouth. She didn’t suck it all in, but she expertly stroked the rest.
Davey froze in the doorway. He’d come down to see what his parents were up to and arrived just in time to see his mother disappear from view on the couch. His dad hung his head back and moan. Davey knew exactly what his mother was doing, and he burned with jealousy. Davey wanted his cock in his mother’s mouth. From the way his dad reacted, she knew what she was doing. She didn’t blow him last night and now he wanted to use her mouth more than anything. He thought about what Mandy said about taking what he wanted. He loved fucking his sister’s mouth, and he would do the same to his mother. Davey started touching himself without thinking about it.
John couldn’t believe the way Carol attacked his cock. She sucked him like she was dying for it, and for the first time in years, he thought he might blow his load in her mouth. Usually, Carol sucked him until he was ready to fuck. He was surprised she kept going, but he wasn’t going to stop her. He loved coming in a woman’s mouth. It had always been his goal when he was a horny teenager and he knew he could get hard again in a few minutes. A perverse thought popped into his brain: Does Mandy suck cock like this? She’s probably doing it right now! He could see his little girl on her knees, mouth full of some dirtbag’s cock. He’d never liked her taste in boys. Was it because he wanted her for himself? No! he thought.
Carol sensed John breathing hard and knew he was going to lose it. That wouldn’t do. She needed him inside her. He pulled off him, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, and caught her breath. She unbuttoned her baggy shorts and wiggled out of them, along with her panties.
“We need to do this more often,” John said.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she replied, turning and straddling him.
“Yes, ma’am!”
“I need you, John.”
“Yeah?” he said, grabbing her round hips as she grasped his shaft.
“Yesss…” she hissed, sinking down on him. “I need you now.”
John couldn’t believe it. He usually needed to work his way into her, but his wife was soaked and sucked him right in. Had she ever been so wet? She closed her eyes and grinded on him, squeezing his shaft inside her. He trembled and tried not to come immediately. He watched her ecstatic face and realized she was in such a hurry she hadn’t even taken her glasses off. John had no idea what had his wife so crazy tonight, but he liked it. If it was a hunky UPS man, he’d have to thank him. Carol began bouncing on him and John kneaded her ass.
“Yes…yes…god…”
“Damn, babe…”
“Feels…so…good…mmm…”
Carol threw her head back, fighting her moans, remembering Davey was right upstairs. The last thing she needed was him hearing this. But it was so hard to control herself. She was so damn horny. She didn’t think John could do it, not anymore, but she bahis wanted to fuck all night. Carol thought about how her son fucked her the night before, fucked her until she was ready to pass out in her arms. God, the power of a young man! She’d forgotten about that.
Carol’s phone, sitting on the end table rang. She glanced over and saw it was Mandy. It was probably serious if her daughter was calling late on a Saturday night, but Carol couldn’t stop. She needed this. Just hang on, honey! The distraction didn’t help. Davy came right back into her mind as she rode her husband. Stop thinking about Davey, she told herself. But then she opened her eyes and there he was, standing in the doorway watching. John’s back was to the doorway and he had no idea. Carol gasped.
“Yeah, babe…ohhh…yeah…” John groaned. The ringing phone didn’t slow him a bit.
Carol nearly froze, but she couldn’t. She needed to come. And she couldn’t look away from Davey. Her son stared right at her, boring into her blue eyes, watching her every move as she made love to her husband. She knew exactly what Davey was thinking, and it made her shudder. She saw Davey rubbing his cock, and knowing he was hard because of her gave Carol a forbidden thrill. I’m a terrible, incestuous whore! she thought.
“Babe…babe…babe…” John murmured.
“Not yet…almost…almost there…god…”
“Carol…ohhh…”
John wanted to hold out. He truly did. But between his daughter’s teasing and his wife’s incredible fucking, he just couldn’t. His breath heaved and he came inside his wife, shaking as the orgasm rendered him speechless.
No…no…no…wait dammit… Carol thought. Just a little longer…
Carol felt John’s come inside her. It made her gooey and she rode him harder, almost shifting the couch. He didn’t go soft immediately, and she just needed him to hold out a few moments longer. She stared at Davey rubbing his cock and that got her there. She came as John shrank inside her. He wasn’t hard enough to give her the climax she needed, but it was something, and she would take it. Even a small orgasm was fantastic. She sagged onto him and her phone rang again.
Davey loved watching his mother fuck. He was still jealous, but it was fun to see how she could really move when motivated. He knew she got off on him watching. It was all over her pretty, freckled face. He silently applauded her and backed away into the shadows, not wanting to be caught by his father. He had a good idea who was on the phone.
“I’d better get that. It’s probably Mandy again,” Carol panted, peeling herself away from her husband.
“Why is she calling?” John asked, pulling up his shorts. He did not want his daughter in his head as he came down from his orgasm.
“Let me find out.”
John watched his wife take the call. “What’s up? No, really? Won’t even turn over? Yes…yes…don’t be upset. I’m sure it’s not your fault. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll send him right away. Yes, he’ll be right over. Love you, Mandy.”
“So?” he asked.
“Mandy had a fight with some boy and when she went to leave her car was dead. She wants you to come get her.”
“Now?” John sighed. After sex, he was ready to go to sleep. “Can’t we send Davey?”
“It sounds like she needs her dad. Really, John.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go get her.”
“Maybe I’ll come to,” Carol said, suddenly realizing she’d be home alone with Davey. That was the last thing she needed. “Yeah, I could go for a ride. We can stop for ice cream or something.”
“Sex and ice cream? It’s the perfect night. But nah, I just want to grab her and get home. Why don’t you go up to the bedroom and wait for me?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Are you implying what I think you are? Twice, in one night?”
John thought about his daughter’s slutty little outfit. He would use his wife waiting for him as a distraction to keep his mind off Mandy. “Maybe. You never know. Tonight feels magical.”
“You animal. I love it,” Carol said, kissing him. She was more than ready to go again, which was why being alone with their son scared her so much. But she could go up and lock herself in their room and wait for John. Surely Davey wouldn’t follow her there, unsure when his father would be home. She told her husband where Mandy was stranded and he set off.
Upstairs, Davey read the text from his sister. I’ll keep him distracted. Wish me luck! Have fun with Mom! He was hard just thinking about it. The second he heard his dad go out the door, Davey jumped off his bed and ran downstairs. He caught his mother coming out of the family room, bra in her hand. She tried to brush past him, but he grabbed her by the arms.
“Davey, let me go.”
“Not a chance, Mom. I finally have you alone. Time to have some fun.”
“Davey, please…” she whimpered, as her son backed her into the family room, toward the couch where she’d just made love to his father. “Your dad will be back any minute.”
“I think he’ll be a while getting Mandy.”
He must have overheard us talking, she thought. deneme bonusu “Davey, you know this has to stop.”
“What’s wrong? Afraid I’m going to make you come harder than Dad did? I know I can.”
“Davey! Don’t be a bastard!”
Carol tried to smack him, but he caught her wrist and pulled her into a kiss. She pushed hard against his chest, but he was too strong. And then his lips made her quiver, and his tongue invaded her, and Carol helplessly melted against her son, giving into him again. Davey held her head, fingers running through her hair. It was forceful, proving his control over her. He kept backing her up until he pushed her to sit on the couch. Carol hated how reluctantly she broke the kiss. She stared up at her son, wide-eyed.
“Time to finish what we started earlier, Mom.”
“What did I tell you, Davey? We can’t. Besides, you know I just made love to your father.”
Davey chuckled. “And I know you still need it. After what I saw last night, I know that didn’t finish you off.”
“Last night was…”
Carol stopped talking when he dropped his basketball shorts. Her son’s cock sprang out and almost smacked her in face. It was beautiful and twitched with desire for her. Her mouth moved as she stared at it, but no words came out.
Davey was triumphant when he saw the way his mother stared at his cock. She would never be able to deny she wanted him again. He forced himself to be patient. It would be so much better if she did it herself. And she did. She reached for him, stroking his cock with both hands. Her small hands played up and down his shaft and a drop of precum formed on the tip. She leaned forward and suckled him, licking the drop away. Seeing his mother’s lips wrapped around the tip of his cock almost made him come right then. She sucked and swirled her tongue and Davey thought he was going to pass out. He almost didn’t believe what he was seeing. His pretty mother took more and more of his cock into her mouth, slowly sucking him.
“Fuck…Mom…oh fuck…you’re so fucking good at that…”
She didn’t react but closed her eyes and sucked him deeper. She took about half of it and stroked the rest. He could tell her entire focus was on his cock. She sucked it like she was making love to it.
“Look at me. Look at me, Mom,” he insisted, brushing her hair back. She looked up at him through her glasses, her face a mask of lust, and Davey thought he died and had gone to heaven. The image would be etched in his mind forever.
Carol stared up at her son with his cock in his mouth and had never been so confused in her life. She was deeply ashamed, and yet, her cunt was dripping. She wanted nothing more than to please her son. His cock was magnificent, and now it was hers. As much as she swore they had to stop, deep down, Carol knew now that she’d never be able to let him go. She loved her son, and she loved his cock, no matter how wrong it was. But tonight, she thought, perhaps she could stop him at a blow job. If she kept Davey from fucking her it would be a minor victory. Her lips glided up and down his shaft, taking him just to the back of her throat, and then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She held him in her mouth and worked her tongue.
“Fuck…Mom…you suck a mean fucking cock.” He thought, No wonder Dad married you.
Davey let his mother take her time sucking him. She played with his balls a little, but her focus was on his cock. He didn’t mind that, but he did think about what a dirty cocksucker his sister was. She sucked his balls, he fucked her face. He used Mandy’s mouth like a fucktoy. He wanted to do the same to his mother, but for now he’d see what she had. Thinking of Mandy made him wonder if she would be deep throating their father tonight. Dad was in for a treat if she did. Damn, the old man was going to get two blow jobs in one night.
The longer she bobbed on him, the more Carol wanted her son’s cum. She hadn’t swallowed in years. She blew her husband to get him ready for sex, not to come in her mouth. Back in her youth, Carol prided herself on how well she swallowed. She never missed a drop. And now she wanted every last drop of her son. Her pussy was on fire, too, but she reminded herself getting him off this way was for the best.
The closer Davey got, the harder it was to restrain himself. Mandy’s voice rang in his head again. Take what you want. He went from stroking his mother’s hair, to holding her head. And as she bobbed on him, Davey thrust forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. She choked a little and her eyes went wide, but she didn’t stop. Slowly, the tables turned and Davey was in control. He felt his mother gag when he pushed into her throat and her hand tightened around his base, almost painfully. Weirdly, Davey liked it, and fucked her mouth harder.
Carol was dizzy from trying to breathe. She tried to pull him back, but her son didn’t take the hint. She had never deep throated a cock in her life. Davey was so big that he easily pushed into the back of her throat. She moaned for him to slow down, but it was muffled by a mouthful of cock. Davey kept pumping into her mouth, and when he came she wasn’t ready. His load shot into the back of her throat, choking her. Carol coughed as he shot more into her mouth, and it dripped from her lips. She fell back coughing, and Davey shot a rope of cum across her nose and her glasses.
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