Chapter 2
It was a muggy late Chicago afternoon as we made our way down a busy expressway rapidly filling with rush hour traffic, heading toward the even more congested Loop.
Larry had a definite pattern he liked to follow. After a good fuck he liked to locate one of several downtown bar haunts and have a few beers. He explained that it was a good way of putting protein back into the system that had been expended in the energetic act of intercourse.
That older brother of mine was quite a guy, particularly when he was willing to share his girls with me, like Marian. For months he was telling me about this stacked chick that was a classmate of his at Northwestern University. She just couldn't get enough sex. I kept telling him that I'd be willing to take a crack at her, and he told me he'd see what he could do. Well, finally my big chance came, as reported quite graphically in the previous chapter.
It was a panic the way that he still insisted on referring to me as his little brother. It was a habit that stemmed from many years before, and was retained primarily for comedic value, since I was all of six-four and he stood barely at five-nine. He had a handsome but highly youthful look in his ruddy face. People would often peer searchingly into it, into the shaggy light brown hair and the sparkling brown eyes that always made you think he was ready to laugh, and conclude that I was his older brother, even though I was better than five years younger than he. Several times at bars he was asked to show his identification while I was left alone. They never bothered me, even though I was really only sixteen, with my bushy eyebrows, coal black, neatly trimmed hair, and gigantic form.
Actually we were pretty lucky to have each other to fall back on. He could use my muscle anytime an emergency arose, and I could always use his experience, not to mention his many broads. Larry is quite a worker, one of the campus leaders at Northwestern, and his activity always keeps him within striking range of beautiful chicks. He makes the most of his opportunities.
As we moved closer to the loop we began feeling the comforts of a cooling breeze moving in from Lake Michigan, taking some of the steamy uncomfortableness out of the afternoon. I was thirsty as hell, savoring that welcome first beer, as Larry swung his Jaguar into a crowded parking lot behind The Lantern, one of his favorite drinking spots. Naturally the lot was almost completely full, but he finally found an empty parking spot.
We went in through the back way, walking past scores of guys and a few gals who had swarmed out of some of the many downtown offices and into the bar for some libations and merry conversation.
Larry spotted a couple empty stools right near the cash register. Clint the bartender, a white-haired guy with tiny penetrating eyes, was in front of us in seconds.
"What'll it be, guys?" he greeted us with his familiar Irish smile. It seemed like the only Irishmen I knew in Chicago who weren't either in politics or on the police force were tending bar. And Clint O'Brien was one of the best of the last-named category.
"Couple draughts," Larry said cheerfully.
He nodded, returning quickly with our beers.
"So how's it going, Clint?" I asked.
"Not so good today."
"How come?"
"The Cubs dropped a tough one in ten innings to the Pirates."
"They lost, huh?" Larry said.
"Yeah, 3-2. The guys next to you were there. They're hashing it over. Ah, I shouldn't take it so serious. It's just a game." He walked off to wait on some other customers.
The guys next to us were making a gosh awful racket arguing over whether Cub manager Leo Durocher had pulled out a relief pitcher fast enough. The group was evenly split. Half wanted to hang the afternoon's goat horns on the Cub manager, the rest were in favor of blaming things on the pitcher that let in the winning run. They were making so much noise and were so deeply engrossed in conversation that they weren't even barely aware of what was going on around them. A twenty megaton bomb could have exploded right in our laps and they wouldn't even have known it.
Larry and I were both thirsty, taking several fast gulps before saying anything. By then Larry, feeling a little more relaxed and refreshed, was ready to talk.
"So how'd you like Marian?" he began.
"I'm ready for an encore anytime she says the word."
"You know, I've never seen her get this excited over any guy the first time around, and that includes me. If anything, you've made me jealous, little brother."
"Bullshit," I laughed.
"No, I mean it. When you stuck that big steel dong of yours up her ass she almost shit bricks with excitement."
"Glad I could make her happy."
"Speaking of making people happy, I know just the person that you could make real happy next." That mischievous little sparkle appeared in his eyes that was always there when he was cooking up something provocative, usually in the field of sex, and, as usual, I was at wits end to figure out what he was up to this time.
"Anybody I know."
"Somebody you know very, very well," he nodded wisely. "In fact, somebody you know as well as me."
"Impossible. I don't think I know anybody as well as I do you."
"Oh yes you do. I'm talking about Mom."
"Come off it," I looked at him strangely, expecting to see him burst into laughter, as he always did after he's pulled off a deadpan joke that left you fooled. But he didn't laugh.
"I'm serious," he read my thoughts.
"Come on, Larry. You can't mean that."
"Oh, but little brother, I do."
"Let's get this straight. You think that I oughta fuck Mom?"
"Not only do I think it, but so will she once it occurs to her how much fun it'll be."
"I just don't like your sense of humor all of a sudden," I snapped, an angry tension enveloping me.
"Calm down, little brother," he laughed. "Believe me, I know whereof I speak. And don't think I'm being disrespectful, either. Actually, I admire her. I really do. What the hell, here she's got two big grown-up boys, one twenty-one, one sixteen, and she could pass for our sister. She really could."
"She had you when she was in her teens."
"I know that. She's thirty-eight, but most of the time she could pass for twenty-five or twenty-eight easy."
"Just cause she looks beautiful, which she does, and because she can pass for a lot younger than she is doesn't mean that you oughta be talking that way about her."
Larry finished gulping down his beer at that point, motioning for Clint, who nodded and promptly brought two more. Meanwhile I wolfed down the rest of mine, but for the time being I wasn't as concerned about the beer I was drinking as I was in the conversation that was flowing from my older brother's lips.
"I'll tell you why I'm talking like this," Larry leaned over and began talking more confidentially, taking a concentrated sip from his fresh beer. "I got clued in on the whole scene three years ago when the old man spent a few days with us."
"Hell, talk about somebody who plays around," I burst into raucous laughter. "It was his fault that the marriage broke up. Once he started making big money he tried making every good looking chick in Chicago, and succeeded quite often, too much from Mom's standpoint."
"I know, I know," he nodded rapidly, "I've heard that same old familiar story time and again from Mom. I know it by heart."
"Well, don't you believe it?"
"Just part of it. There are a lot of exaggerations there. There are two sides to every story, and I heard the old man's side."
"You've gotta be pretty stupid to believe him."
"Hold on a second with your angry language. What he told me checked out. If you'll calm down and open that closed mind of yours a little, I'll tell you the whole story."
"Okay, okay, go ahead."
"The old man came in half-soused one night and leveled with me while he was fixing himself a drink. He told me he'd just screwed a hundred dollar whore downtown. Then he started talking about how bad we both must have thought he was. He kind of laughed and said that even though he was a pretty wild cat he wasn't the only wild person around. I asked him what the hell he meant about that, and he told me that Mom liked to play around herself. I practically accused him of being a liar, and he told me that if I didn't believe him all I'd have to do is see for myself. He really shocked me then by telling me about a little peep hole he'd made in the attic to check Mom's activity out. He told me that he put it in at a time when she was doing a lot of cheating on him, and that it was the cheating she had done which caused him to go so overboard on cunt. I laughed the whole thing off, and he told me that not only wasn't he joking, but that he'd bet the little peep hole was still there. He said that as far as he knew Mom still didn't know anything about it. I told him I'd believe him if he'd show it to me."
"So what happened?" By now my anger and disgust which had been directed toward Larry was being replaced by a strange curiosity. The whole thing sounded so preposterous to me that I found the details fascinating.
"I'm coming to that. Be patient, little brother. Anyway, by then I was so convinced he was lying, that I figured he was gonna pull some kind of funny joke on me or something when he took me up the wooden stairs leading to the attic. There were cobwebs all over the place and the wood was getting plenty splintery for lack of use. Hell, it was the first time I'd ever been up there. Well, sure enough he had a peep hole that he opened up for me. He convinced me that he was apparently spying on her anyway. But that didn't prove the other part of what he said."
"That's right."
"But hold on there. I'm coming to the most revealing part. We sat there and watched Mom making it with a big colored guy who had a cock that looked about as big as all of Cook County put together. It was a fantastic view looking through that hole. Her bedroom was directly underneath it. My stomach turned so squeamish watching the whole thing that at first I almost had to throw up, the shock was that bad. But pretty soon once the shock wore off I found my cock getting hard watching it. That body of hers couldn't have looked more beautiful. Hell, you've never lived till you've see that woman naked. She makes Marian look like a boy."
"Come off it," I laughed. "You're exaggerating."
"Well, maybe a little, but not much. She's really stacked. Anyway, she was working that tongue of hers beautifully over this black guy's hot dick. She was out of her gourd with excitement pumping on it, just like Marian was earlier today when she was eating me. Her head was bobbing quickly and that tongue slid up and down rapidly but precisely. She wasn't wasting one solitary movement. The guy was going absolutely out of his mind with excitement. Those legs and ass of his were vibrating wildly while she sucked. About the time she was just getting ready to bring him off, the old man turned and said to me: 'Now maybe you believe me?' I nodded my head, saying nothing. Hell, I was shocked speechless by then. Finally the black guy spilled his hot pecker juice into her mouth. That mouth of hers acted like a human suction cup, and she swallowed every single drop, and let me tell you, there was a lot of it there."
"You saw quite a bit," I said slowly, shaking my head. Now I no longer doubted him. Apparently I had been naive in thinking that my glamorous mother was living the life of a nun.
"But there's more. Once that black cock shrunk a little after it had gone off in her mouth, she was determined to get it back up to where it had been before, so she went to work pumping on it. She started out by licking the tip a little, teasing it. The strategy worked, since he started gasping and wiggling his ass all over the place. While she tickled the end of his big stick with her tongue, she kept on massaging his balls with her fingers. It was really something the way that those hot balls began to swell, along with the rest of him. Pretty soon that cock was way up there and he was ready for more activity."
"What'd they do next?"
"Mom's ass was hot for branding and his pecker branded it."
"She got sodomized?"
"Did she ever. And she loved every second of it, just like Marian dug it from you. This black guy knew what the hell he was doing. He had his sex down to an intelligent formula. He started out by propping her ass on a pillow. That gave him just the kind of superb angle that he was looking for. He rared back and made his first charge. That big dick went in there hard but smooth. The first time he put it in just a little way, preferring to let things build gradually. The longer he kept it up the harder he kept driving it. Not only that, but each penetration seemed to be a little deeper than the one that went before it. Before I knew it most of that huge prick was getting lost way up between those cute buns of hers. Anyhow, this guy kept stabbing her over and over again, until he finally exploded up another storm. Then they rested in each other's arms. The black guy got up all of a sudden and started getting dressed. After he got his clothes on he walked over toward Mom and told her something. She nodded and got up, rummaging through her purse. She pulled out some bills that she handed to him. 'You see, your mother's not exactly opposed to paying for it either,' the old man looked at me and winked. I felt like slugging him for saying that, then realized that all he was doing was telling me the truth."
"Well, Just cause she did that once doesn't mean that she does it as a steady practice," I said, holding out hope.
"No, that's true. I don't think she pays for it too often. Just if she happens to be extra horney or runs into a guy she's extra fond of who'll only play for pay."
"Well, how many different times have you seen her in sex?"
"I couldn't even count," he shrugged. "All I know is that I was so stunned after that first time that I was afraid to go back there and snoop for a long time. I wanted to believe that maybe this was just an exceptional thing and that the old man was exaggerating about the rest. I made myself believe that. Then I came home fairly late one night after getting a blow job from a chick at school. You were asleep, and I figured at first that Mom was too. Then I heard some strange sounds coming from her bedroom. I tried to tell myself that it didn't mean anything, but I couldn't convince myself of that. I just had to go up into the attic and have a look for myself. I was hoping like crazy as I climbed the stairs that I wouldn't find a damned thing. But I found plenty. I looked into the peep hole and watched a sweaty Mom going at it a hundred miles an hour with a young guy that was also sweaty as hell. What really shocked me this time was that this handsome young blond was about my age. They were sixty-nining, positioned directly across from each other on her bed. Her tongue was buried in his long prick and his tongue was slapping like crazy over her slit. They sucked up a passionate storm. Mom came right away, with the guy licking up every particle of juice. He shot a few strokes later. They rested for a few seconds, then went right back at it. The next time they came together. It was quite a sight. That's all they did. They spent the next half hour or so licking. Then the guy got ready and left. This one didn't get paid. And you should have seen the kiss they exchanged near the door. I thought they were gonna hold it the rest of the night. Then Mom calmly turned out the light and fell into a deep sleep."
"I can hardly believe it," I sighed, taking a long reflective sip from my beer glass. "I guess maybe it would be better to say that I just don't wanna believe it."
"I know what you mean. That's how I felt about it in the beginning. But the more times I'd watch her, the more that attitude would change to another one."
"What's that?"
"I couldn't help but get turned on."
"Why did you wait all this time to tell me about it?"
"You were just a kid when I first found out. Not only that, but at first I was so stunned that I didn't wanna mention it to anybody. I really didn't. And I was trying to con myself at first, like I said, to believe that I just caught her in an exceptional setting. I managed to believe that for a long time without really checking it out. Hell, I was scared to look. But after that second time I started looking more often. It was incredible the number of guys, the different faces you'd see, in bed there with her. And it was even more incredible that she could be as smooth as she was in keeping her hanky-panky away from us. Hell, if it weren't for the old man letting me in on that secret I wouldn't know anymore than you about it. But now that you know the score, and you might stumble on it yourself sometime, maybe in an embarrassing way, I figured I oughta tell you. Then there's another reason. A selfish one."
He paused and his eyes dropped uncomfortably.
"Well, out with it."
"I'm hot for her. Oh, if you've ever seen that body in bed there like I have as many times as I have, I'll guarantee you you'd be feeling the same way."
"Get ahold of yourself," I snapped. "She is our mother."
"But does that really make her any less appealing? Or would that make her any less exciting a screw?" He had me there. I just kind of shrugged like a dummy and let him continue. "Well, I'd give anything to have her, anytime under any circumstances."
"Then if you're that hot for her why are you telling all this to me? Why don't you try for your own action?"
"The one thing that makes me a little afraid to is that every guy I've ever seen her with was six feet or better. A lot of them are young, real young, but they're big. I'll bet if you'd give yourself half a chance you could score. Then maybe you could work me into the action."
"If you weren't my own brother and I didn't think so much of you I'd smash you in the mouth for talking like that," I said bitterly.
"Hold on there. No need to get sore."
"How do you expect me to feel? Here you come out and tell me how bad you wanna fuck Mom, then you say that she seems to like guys my size the best, so now you wanna use me as your pimp so you can get to her."
"You make the whole thing sound so damned sinister."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned it is."
We finished our beers in tense silence. Then we left. It was dark when we got outside and a brief shower was washing away some of the humidity that had stuck to the air all day.
During the ride home I didn't so much as speak a word to Larry. He made several brief efforts to engage me in conversation, but seeing that I wasn't interested, he quickly abandoned them.
I'm sure he recognized why I wasn't in a talking stage. It's quite a blow to hear all that I had in the last hour or so, all the revelations about Mom, topped by Larry's admission that he has a strong desire to engage her in sex.
Traffic crept slowly as we headed toward our two story brick mansion in Glencoe, a lavish suburb not far from Evanston, where Larry commuted to and from school. I began to silently reflect on what life had been like with Mom and Dad. When we were both toddlers, the old man was working his tail off at a copy desk at the Chicago Tribune. We lived in a modest little apartment on the North Side. But all the while Dad was thinking of a way to get rich. Finally he arrived at an idea. He wanted to start a national magazine devoted to automobile and motorcycle racing at all levels, with key correspondents serving each area of the country, held accountable for covering all the big races and latest activity within those key areas. His idea was plausible enough to attract a financially prestigious angel in the form of one of Chicago's leading auto racing figures, who kicked in the money to get the project started.
The old man made the project a fantastic success, and the more it expanded the wealthier we began to live. Some ten years earlier, just before Dad started playing around on a big scale, he bought the home in Glencoe.
He moved to Los Angeles to open a huge West Coast office, which he presided over, and to chase a movie starlet he had met in Chicago, with whom he was infatuated at the time. I suppose he has met and conquered scores of other starlets in Hollywood since then. Neither Larry nor I ever saw much of him after the divorce, with Mom receiving the house in Glencoe as part of the settlement.
We've managed to continue living in style, and I'm in the fortunate position of doing exceedingly well both on the athletic field, where I'm one of the city's most sought after college prospects as I move into my crucial senior year, and also boast one of the city's finest academic averages. My forte is English, and I suppose that's what I'll major in in college. My keen desire for self-expression, in fact, is one of the things that impelled me to write this book. One of the things but not the big thing. You'll soon discover my chief motivation as the story proceeds to develop.
To summarize, life was beautiful, and if there was one thing I didn't need to complicate it, it was hearing about how wildly promiscuous Mom was, and how Larry wanted to use me to make it inside her pants.
Mom had dinner prepared for us when we arrived home. She looked chic in a lavender blouse with matching skirt, along with black boots. I looked her over a little more closely than usual at the dinner table that night, no doubt because of Larry's conversation. He certainly was right in saying that she could pass for considerably less than her age, and that she was truly beautiful enough to turn just about anybody on. Her hair was a stunning raven color, contrasting magnificently with her alabaster skin. She had hypnotic violet eyes and long, sensuous lashes that also couldn't help but draw you irresistibly to her. Her ankles and hips were trim, like those of a young, erotic girl. Her breasts were voluptuous and firm, just the kind a guy dreams of toying with.
Following dinner I went up to my room and did my homework. Larry went out, telling no one where he was going. I finished my school work around nine and read a William Faulkner novel for a few minutes. Then I turned in. It had been a long day, and the wild fuck with Marian had left me exhausted.
I had been in the midst of a deep sleep for about an hour when all of a sudden I felt somebody uncomfortably nudging me. I groaned a little and let out a few quick swear words, since I hate being awakened from a deep sleep even more than most people. I blinked my groggy eyes open and stared up at Larry, who had an excited look on his face.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked tersely.
"If you wanna see the sight of your life just come with me."
"Come with you where?"
"Never mind. Just follow me."
"Well for God's sake, at least give me time to get dressed."
"Never mind that. You take that long and you're liable to miss what I wanna show you."
"All right, all right," I struggled to my feet, stretching my arms and snapping my tired muscles into place.
As I walked behind him and I noticed him moving toward the old wooden steps which led into the attic, a tightness came over me. My stomach was crawling and I broke out in a sweat. Could it be? Could he actually be planning to show me what we had spent a large part of the afternoon talking about?
We crept into the attic, and I watched him with interest as he got down on the floor on all fours, sliding a wooden panel open. And he pulled it out about half-way I could see human bodies beneath us, in Mom's bedroom. When he finished sliding all of it out I had the whole picture unfold shockingly before my eyes.
There were two young guys lying naked in bed with Mom. They were tall and lanky, with long hair. The brown-haired one was wearing a beard, the redhead wasn't.
My eyes were initially captivated by the beautiful sight of Mom. The glitter of the bedroom lights against her alabaster skin gave it an angelic wholesome look that sparkled. Her breasts were perfectly formed, two protruding ivory specimens that glowed along with the rest of her. The girl-like slimness of her legs added to her appeal. After I sized her up my eyes quickly traveled between her legs, toward her enticing pussy set behind a tuft of black hairs.
I'll admit it. I envied those guys right off. She was about as beautiful a woman as I'd ever seen, from the standpoint of both face and form. When I had gone to bed some hour or so before I had been tired and not even remotely thinking of sex. Now things were completely different. One good look at Mom in the nude and my cock was bulging.
"What do you think of that body?" Larry asked grinningly.
"It's just too much."
"Yes it is, but too much stacked just right in all the right spots."
"That's what I meant."
"That's what I know you meant."
Mom's body was squirming with a sense of sexual anticipation as she lay on the bed, looking up at the two handsome faces that stared her with aroused attentiveness.
Her hand reached out slowly and she touched the nub end of the redhead's peter, which was as hard as a rock. He let out a gasp as she made contact with it, demonstrating how keyed up he was.
While her fingers probed slowly and effectively over the redhead's erect penis, the brown-haired guy was letting his fingers slip ever so gently over her firm tits. As they slid affectionately over the smooth curvaceous flesh, I could imagine my own fingers gliding over them.
She continued massaging carefully the redhead's cock for the next few minutes, then switched off, giving the brown-haired guy with the beard the identical treatment. They were letting themselves build ever so gradually into the sex act.
The longer she continued slipping her fingers carefully over hard dick, the more pronounced her body wiggling grew. Finally she let go of the cock and looked up at her two lovers hungrily. The redhead nodded, knowing exactly what message she was communicating to him through her expressive violet eyes.
The redhead cupped his fingers securely around her buttocks cheeks, causing me to squirm.
"You're really getting excited watching this," Larry looked at me and smiled.
"Hell, can you blame me."
"No, and you might as well get your satisfaction the way that I'm gonna get mine."
"I think I know just what you're gonna do," I nodded.
My hunch proved precisely accurate as I watched my older brother pull his rigid phallus out of his pants, stroking it proudly.
"Hell, I've always gotta jack off at least once watching beautiful Mom getting screwed."
I didn't say anything. I let my actions speak for themselves. With a quick jerk of the wrist I yanked my zipper down, watching my long iron prick fall out. As I watched the sexy sight in the room directly below us unfold I couldn't hold back anymore. I gripped my aroused dong rigidly and moved up and down on it with rapidity, just like my brother was doing to his cock.
"Spread your legs, baby," I could hear the redhead excitedly command.
Mother did exactly that, letting the legs spread out so far that they touched the far sides of the bed. Her legs were atremble with excitement, anticipating contact with her lovers, blazing contact as generated by a hot prick thrusting into her mound.
He was over her, kneeling between her thighs, breathing heavily. He moved upward toward her. Her eyes were fastened on the erotic sight of his hardened cock sticking up between his legs. He stroked it proudly a few times as the faint flicker of a smile appeared on his face. He was proud of his equipment and the woman he was about to use it on.
She closed her eyes, engulfed with the beautiful thought that in a matter of moments his pulsating phallus would be generating for all that it was worth inside her. For the time being his friend, the bearded guy, was standing by the side of the bed, watching intently, stroking his hard prong nervously every few minutes.
The redhead's sure hands shoved up underneath her beautifully constructed buttocks once more. This time he shoved a soft white pillow underneath her. He was getting her ready for the big action.
As I watched him prepare her for his cock thrusts, I had dual feelings running through me. There was a side of me that was naturally turned on by what I was watching, so much so, in fact, that I had taken the trouble to pull my cock out and play with it in my fingers. But there was also a side of me that deeply resented what was going on beneath us. After all, she was my mother, and I resented seeing two guys not much older than my brother getting ready to fuck the hell out of her while I watched. I had the impulse to rush down there and throw a fast flurry of punches in their direction, but quickly suppressed it. I remained anxious to watch the act, and besides that, it might have made Mom hysterical to have one of her sons come marching down for the purpose of mopping the floor up with her lovers.
Mom's pelvis lay tilted toward the ceiling as the redhead took a deep breath, sighed, examined the beautiful sight before him, then got set to plunge forward.
At first his fingers were determined to explore the ravishing confines of her snatch. They reached out and maneuvered with brisk effectiveness, exercising crisp effectiveness with every touch.
Mom's body began trembling more noticeably.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned, luxuriating under the beautiful movements of his fingers.
I observed the wetness that filtered out of the petals of her cunt, and was able to smell her muskiness even from where I was situated. His eyes closed also as he explored the intimacies of her searing cunt, engaging in a stimulating prelude previous to fucking her.
"Oh, you're making me feel so wonderful, Tim, I love it," she gasped as he began moving his fingers more briskly.
They pushed their way busily into the rippling folds of her inner flesh. Her hips jiggled up even further as he planted a finger in the crevice between her milky thighs.
"I can't take anymore," she whimpered. "I've got to have you. Fuck me, please fuck me."
She spread her legs as far as they would go and awaited his initial penetration. She gritted her teeth slightly as she felt the smooth tip of his hard, aroused dong penetrate ever so slowly against her cuntal mouth. The hard erect peter continued entering little by little, until much of it had disappeared into the tightness of her hot snatch.
"Oh, you're in me," she kicked her legs wildly. "I want you. Give it to me, Tim."
While Tim's trim body was rocking back and forth, implanting sensational thrills inside her, the all too quiet third member of their fucking party came forward.
He got down on all fours and slid over the top of the bed, watching Tim continue to grind out his screw. The bearded man lowered his head and let it slide forward ever so slightly. Like his partner, Tim, he preferred to let the sensations build on a gradual basis, and for that reason did not hurry things.
He ran his fingers over the gentle smoothness of Mom's milky white ass globes. His head pushed forward a little more as he used his teeth to gently gnaw at her right buttock cheek.
"Keep it up, Harv, I love that," Mom gasped, overcome by the action she was getting from Tim and Harv.
Harv continued gnawing at her buttock cheek with slow, methodical thoroughness. After finishing with the right one he moved on to the left, repeating the process with the same degree of precision skill. Then he suddenly switched back to the right one, using his tongue to slide sweepingly over its entire surface, reversing the procedure and paying the same erotic deference to the left one.
While Harv was paying intimate attention to his sucking nibbling, Tim was extending himself as he drove his enflamed prick at a brisker pace, rocking his ass back and forth with all the enthusiasm he was capable of mustering. Mom instinctively pushed her body forward to meet his razor-sharp thrusts, which left her sighing and trembling.
"You're too much, too much," she gasped.
As his cock continued to rip away inside her wet snatch, his hands played with her tits freely, moving rapidly over the creamy white skin, making me all the hornier as I watched.
I was barely aware of the fact I was jacking off, and even less aware of the pace to which I had automatically accelerated as the screwing on the bed continued. His cock stuffed its way into every stimulating crevice of her box, and her ass gyrated all the more uninhibitedly under the steady influence of Harv's movements on her ass cheeks.
Harv finally got the thrills out of his system insofar as her ass cheeks were concerned. Now it was time for him to move on to her asshole. He lowered his head some more and let it move forward cautiously. Finally it made contact with her asshole in the form of some soft, slow, exploratory licks. Back and forth the tongue slid, pushing its way ever further inside her ass.
The combination of the stimulating ass suck combined with the pulsating stabs from Tim's hard prick had her body twisting and turning. Her face was red and contorted with sexual exhilaration as the fucking and sucking continued. The more her body quivered the more that her lovers realized they were making headway, which pleased them and brought out all the more in the way of effort.
"Finish me off, oh finish me," she cried with desperation, ready to explode her pussy juices.
Her heels ground into Tim's back as he drove his prick with a greater frenzy than before, determined to get her off as well as himself. And all the while Harv was continuing to flick his hot tongue around inside her ass.
I looked over Larry's way and noticed that he was reacting to the passionate scene beneath us in the same way I was, by jerking his dick all the faster in anticipation of exploding. I couldn't help but think of the possible irony of all of us coming at the same time, with the exception of Harv, who was too busy preparing to bring Mom off to worry for the time being about himself.
"Oh, this is it," Mom announced with finality to Tim. "I hope you're about ready."
"I'm just about there."
"Great. On target. Kiss me, baby, I want your mouth pressed against mine when we shoot."
"Oh, sure, honey, sure."
His limber body pushed forward rapidly and he pressed his lips resoundingly against hers. Their lips crashed as his hot stick continued grinding out its steady tune in preparation for the big moment.
Tim pulled his burning tongue out of his mouth and trust it inside Mom's. Their tongues locked passionately as his prick continued bolting fervently inside her cunt.
As Tim finally withdrew his tongue from Mom's after a long breathtaking kiss, he let out a long, sustained groan.
"Oh you're so tight, so tight, I'm there, baby!"
"Oh, so am I," she gasped, her hips vibrating faster than ever, "I'm shooting my pussy juice!"
Harv continued sucking her ass out through it all, as the torrent of hot white liquid spilled profusely out of the end of Tim's hard prick and into her excited cunt.
Larry and I naturally picked up the erotic drift, beating our peckers with furious finger movements as we drew ever closer to exploding.
"Oh, watching them is too much," I exclaimed, my fingers pumping up and down until the hot white stream bolted from my shaft, splashing partially on my fingers and the rest on the attic floor.
"Me too," Larry sighed, "oh, this is something, I'm so hot, I've just got to go. Oh, there it is, here it comes."
I watched a stream of warm liquid bolt from his prick and into his hand. Much of the spray, like mine, also hit the floor.
"Sorry I had to wake you up," Larry grinned.
"What a show."
"How does it make you feel after seeing this?"
"At first I felt like going down there and killing those two studs who are fucking her."
"I know what you mean. I practically went to pieces the first time I saw her making it with that black stud. But it shouldn't be quite as big a shock for you, since I tipped you off on what to expect."
"That's true enough, but hearing's one thing and seeing provides a new shock."
"I get your point, little brother," he nodded. "Hey, look on down there. Those sex maniacs are at it again."
This time it was Harv, holding his massive dong in his hand, who was maneuvering his body on top of Mom. He took the pillow that Tim had propped up under her and flipped it off to the side, where it landed near the end of the bed.
He lowered his tremulous, erotically alive frame gently downward, until his hairy rippling chest muscles were sliding ever so slowly against her breasts fervently, then manipulated his body from side to side, creating a world of wondrous friction.
His head then dropped between her ivory boobs and he licked the cleavage that separated them. As he did her body began swaying, her hips undulating, her ass cheeks rotating from side to side. He was turning her on big.
Harv's teeth went cleverly to work nibbling between her breasts, causing those beautiful legs and those lovely ass cheeks to rotate all the faster. He cupped his fingers securely around her ass cheeks as his teeth continued nibbling between her boobs. Then he moved his tongue over to her left tit and began sucking at a torrid pace. He didn't even let things build gradually, like he had when he was going after her ass cheeks earlier. For a while his tongue would glide energetically over the tight folds of flesh, then his teeth would effectively nibble. Either way she was getting sensations that were causing her to writhe and moan. "Eat me, honey, eat me," she finally cried out desperately, savoring even more intimate contact.
With a sense of urgency that matched the tone of her plea, he lifted his head from the tit on which he had been nibbling and let it drop down between her legs. At first he excited her even more by letting his fingers slide into her moist mound, probing slowly, increasing the sense of arousal she already felt.
"Oh, suck it, eat it, I want it," she gasped in rapid, staccato fashion.
"Okay, baby, you're gonna get it," Harv promised.
Tim was all eyes watching the sight unfolding before him. He sat calmly, watching Mom lose herself in a reverie of stimulating sucking.
Her body spasmed convulsively, her arms flailing, as Harv went after her with every ounce of energy his tongue could command. Mom's thighs were atingle with sensation as his long red tongue circled pulsatingly inside her.
With her arms flailing, Mom's fingers appeared extra nervous. She needed something to occupy them with. She finally ran them sexily through Harv's hair as he continued manipulating his tongue over her searing inner folds of vaginal flesh.
"Suck me, honey," she bellowed, beside herself with passion, ready to unleash her hot juices inside him.
He reached down and pinched her buttock cheeks as his tongue whipped through the paces. Mom's legs made half arcs as they flung themselves convulsively. The pace was just too hot for her to absorb. Something would just have to give.
The something gave an instant later as the juice spilled from her enflamed pussy. Harv, his body trembling with excitement, the big moment having arrived, gobbled the load down hungrily.
"The way you do it," Mom swooned. "There's magic in that tongue of yours, baby."
Mom patted him on top of the head, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead as he looked at her and smiled.
But Harv wasn't through by a longshot. There was something that he desperately needed her to attend to. It was his massive penis, which he stroked several times for her benefit, making sure it was pointed squarely in her direction.
"That looks absolutely delicious, my dear," she smiled.
"It's yours for the asking."
"I'm asking."
"It's yours."
He spread his legs comfortably and perched himself on his ass, holding his inflated peter for her to grab. She took it out of his hands with a quick thrust, then quickly lowered her head, going to work with the same type of dedication he had displayed when he sucked out her cunt.
His hand ran slowly up and down her thigh, giving her added sensation, while her tongue licked the end of his peter. It was warm, smooth, and spongy, possessing contents that Mom definitely was interested in digesting. She knew just how to nurse things along, just the way to provide herself with maximum thrills, as the end of her aroused tongue licked the tip of his dick. It reminded me of a little girl going after her first lollipop.
After licking the tip of his prick for a few minutes, she let her tongue drop dramatically to his balls, which she sucked. They swelled before her very eyes as she unleashed herself, driving new sensations through him with every movement.
Harv began pushing his body upward excitedly, thoroughly captivated by her sexy movements, as she continued sucking his testicles. Her head then dropped down eagerly to her point of ultimate fascination, his spongy, heavily veined phallus, which was dying to unleash itself in all its liquid glory inside her mouth.
Mom's head dropped and she went to work swiftly on the hard dong. This time her tongue was moving rapidly up and down over it. Her lips stretched to encompass every erotic bit of flesh. Up and down she proceeded over its rubbery head. Meanwhile her fingers were at work probing his balls.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," he gasped.
When his legs began to quake with sensation, Mom deliberately stepped up her pace, aware that he stood ready to unload buckets of tasty cum in her mouth.
She tugged ever eagerly at his testicles several more times while her tongue rotated over his hot pecker.
"Keep it up, cause I'm almost there," he announced triumphantly. "Just a few more strokes, a few more, that's it, oooooohhhhhh, keep tickling those balls, I love that tickling, I'm gonna go out of my mind with joy, out of my mind. You did it, I'm coming!"
The load was as big as any she could have hoped for, and soared propulsively from out of the end of his hot dick into her mouth, surging profusely inside her, overwhelming her. I thought for a while that she was gonna lose all of the load, since it seemed to take her by surprise, but she stuck with it as just a few tiny droplets hit the sheets. She had been satisfied.
"Seen enough?" Larry looked over at me and said softly.
"Enough to believe everything you told me."
"Can you see now why I'm so hot to fuck Mom?"
"She's got a lot to offer," I admitted tight-lipped.
"That she has. Well, I guess that's it as far as the show is concerned," he pointed downward.
I looked and observed the two men dressing quickly, while Mom lolled around casually in bed, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked every bit as triumphant as a queen whose country had just won a major battle.
As we lowered our bodies slowly down the stairs, I found myself desiring Mom, the very thing I had hated Larry for doing earlier that same day. Now it was just a question of whether I'd go as far as to put the make on her.