Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch17

“No! No, no,” Kayla says quickly. “Weed gummies that are just good at…” She moves her hands. “Making the juices flow.”

“Ooh,” Michelle purrs, leaning into Riley.

“Oh, Kayla. You know you shouldn’t trust your friends with this stuff,” Mary says. She sounds very mellow.

“Sure, Mom.”

“Yow.” Riley grimaces.

“Are you OK?”

“Uh, kind of. I think my little guy’s trying to tell me something, though.”

“Uh oh. What is he saying?” Kayla asks worriedly.

“That it’s kind of tight in here. Kind of hurts. Ouch.”

“Why are you wearing too-tight underwear?” Mary asks, sounding reproving.

“Because I’ve spent my whole life trying to hide it, not flash my bulge everywhere like I’m Adella Salazar,” Riley replies.

“It’s not a secret here, baby.” Michelle kisses her cheek.

“OK, I’m not doing this in a weird way,” Riley says. “I guess it’s dark anyway.” She lifts her legs and leans back to wiggle out of her shorts and underwear. She tosses her boyshorts away. As she’s about to use her workout shorts to cover herself, Mary catches her wrist and stops her.

Riley looks up in ****-assisted confusion to find three sets of eyes on her lap. Kayla, Mary, and Michelle are all staring. Riley looks down at her cock. It’s red and angry, standing straight up. Veins bulge, matching the hot feeling in Riley’s skin.

“Um,” she says, but nobody’s paying attention to her. Or at least not her voice.

“I gave birth to that, huh?” Mary gently but firmly moves Riley’s hand aside, exposing her completely.

“OK, um,” Riley says. Her legs squeeze together on their own, but her dick is still sticking up like the Empire State Building.

“Jeez,” Mary goes on, reaching out to poke it.

“Mom! Can you not?”

“Shush.” Mary wraps her hand around the shaft, squeezing it. A trickle of precum runs from the tip, touching her hand. “All right. Maybe I can see where you’re coming from,” she says to Michelle, slurring only a little.

Riley looks at Michelle, who’s still mellow.

“What? Am I supposed to be jealous? She’s your mom,” Michelle says, watching in fascination.

Mary squeezes again. “Gosh,” she says, gazing at the twitching shaft.

“Mom?” Riley says.

“Mom? You OK?” Kayla asks. She reaches for Mary’s shoulder.

With practiced ease, Mary abruptly brushes her hair back and leans down.

“Hah!” Riley gasps at the sudden enveloping hotness of a wet mouth.

“Oh,” Michelle says.

“Whoa!” Kayla leaps off the couch and backs away.

“Mmph,” Mary says, slurping and sucking.

“Oh Jesus,” Riley whimpers. It’s aggressive and skillful. It’s overwhelming.

“How long ago did she kick your dad out?” Michelle asks, but nobody even notices. Riley stares at Mary’s head bobbing in her lap. Glossy red hair tickles her thighs.