Interlude: Flashing Back

Leon Griffin walked up to the pavilion alongside his sister Caitlin. Caitlin had long blond hair, bright green eyes, and medium breasts so big they were JUST shy of being considered large. She and their mom, Harmony, had similar bust sizes, but Caitlin was actually a bit larger. She had a great, curvy ass.

Leon was mainly focused on Monica, but he couldn’t deny his elder sister’s attractiveness. Or his mom’s.

As Leon and Caitlin walked up to the pavilion, they saw their mother talking with Monica. Caitlin went off to talk to Taylor Bishop, and Leon tentatively moved towards the two older women. They both turned to Leon as he approached.

Harmony Wright, his mom, was beautiful, with long blond hair, hazel eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a round ass that was incredible.

Then, of course, there was Monica. Monica gave Leon a warm, secretive smile as he walked up, and memories rose up in Leon’s head. Wonderful, wonderful memories.

———

Monica was standing in the room, completely nude. Leon ogled openly her large, heavy breasts, her thick womanly curves, and her round ass. She was so fucking hot. Leon’s cock hardened as much as it possibly could, and he couldn’t resist a low groan escaping his lips.

Leon glanced up nervously and his gaze met hers.

But, to his relief, she didn’t look mad. In fact, her full, perfect lips curved into a smile and she made her way to Leon in a slow saunter, her hips swaying. Leon’s mouth went dry as the woman approached, then bent down a little bit to be at level with him. Her heavy breasts swung in front of Leon’s face and his eyes couldn’t find the strength to look away from her nipples.

“Hi, Leon. What brings you by?” Monica grinned.

“Uh… I… came to see Zack?” Leon said half-heartedly.

“Oh?” Monica asked, her hand reaching up and twirling a strand of chocolate brown hair around her finger.

Leon’s heart was racing, his dick was throbbing, and his hands were trembling by his sides.

“Uh huh.” Leon said weakly. Monica leaned forwards more, and her tits grazed his face the tiniest bit before she slightly leaned back. Leon nearly creamed himself there and then.

The perverted part of his body was screaming for him to grab hold of her large breasts, and Leon’s hands moved almost of their own accord upwards until they were on Monica’s tits.

The older woman smiled.

“Attaboy.” she said.

Leon looked at Monica in wonder as her hand moved to cup his cheek.

“I don’t… Mrs. Bishop, I’m sorry.” Leon jerked his hands back, but Monica made an authoritative noise that stopped him in his tracks, hands halfway extended in the space between him and Monica.

Monica reached out herself, grasping Leon by the arms and guiding his hands back to her breasts.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Leon.” Monica said seriously, and Leon stared. Monica’s icy blue eyes were sparkling, and she gave her breasts a little bounce by moving her body.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to start pleasuring my tits?” Monica asked Leon saucily.

Leon almost choked.

“Like this.” Monica said, and she put her fingers over Leon’s. She guided his hands through gentle pleasure of her ample bosom, cupping, stroking, and squeezing her amazing boobs.

“Oh my God.” Leon groaned, his cock throbbing as his hands were on Monica’s tits.

“Pinch the nipples.” she advised, drawing her hands back. Leon did as instructed, using this thumb and his index finger to pinch her nipples.

Monica made a small sound of enjoyment, and Leon slowly, nervously moved his head forwards to touch his mouth to her breast.

His lips grazed Monica’s nipple gently, and he withdrew quickly, looking up at Monica fearfully. He certainly did not expect the married woman to put a hand on his chin, tilt it up to her face, and kiss him.

He wished suddenly that there wasn’t a wall between them, and Monica wasn’t leaning out of a window for their encounter.

Monica’s lips on his felt like heaven, soft and flawless. She had rather full lips like her daughter did, and they were soft and plump. Her hand on his cheek as they kissed was gentle.

Leon’s hands never stopped playing with Monica’s boobs, too afraid she would suddenly realize how crazy she was to let a nobody like Leon touch her divine body.

Monica was, of course, the one who broke the kiss. Leon would never ever have stopped kissing Monica of his own volition.

Leon looked at Monica, then, and saw that her light, ice blue eyes had darkened slightly.

“You’re getting good at playing with my nipples.” Monica said in a husky voice that sent shivers down Leon’s spine.

“T-thank you?” Leon said uncertainly.

“You’re welcome.” Monica smiled. However, she leaned back into her bedroom, pulling her body out of Leon’s grasp.

“I have to get ready for dinner. See you then?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely.” Leon said eagerly. He left the Bishop bungalow, his cock throbbing between his legs and his heart still thudding in his chest.

Back in the bungalow, Monica fell back onto the bed, smiling.

She was insanely horny, and had been for a long time. Monica Bishop went crazy for cocks, and she and some of her wilder friends had shown the younger men of Azure Rocks a good time here and then. Unfortunately, a lot of those men went to college, found girlfriends, fiancées, and wives, or simply became too busy with work.

It was time, Monica had decided, to start in on the newest crop of young men. Young men like Leon.

She was hardly some manipulative crone, grooming young men to be her playthings. No, she simply enjoyed the company of great dicks, and the best ones belonged to young studs with heaps of stamina.

And right now… Monica needed a stud to fuck her silly.

———

Heather Ravers bit her lip as she passed Kurt Johnson. Her obnoxious, handsome cousin smirked at her as she went, and that stupid smirk brought an unwelcome wetness to her pussy as memories rose up, memories she **** down. Hard.

“You’re doing great.” Heather complimented her friend, Victoria Walker. Victoria was mortified of being nude in front of all these people she knew, while Heather was entirely unaffected.

In fact, Heather thought as she saw Gavin Westher and Chloe McRose standing together.

She had never known either one was packing as much as they were.

Gavin had an insane cock that was long and wasn’t without impressive girth. It actually wasn’t even particularly hard, as his attention was absorbed by a video game, not the naked ladies around him. However, Heather had seen him get hard when everyone was getting undressed, when he didn’t have his video game to keep his mind clear.

The blond nerd had an amazing cock that Heather had been thinking of quite a bit in these last few hours.

Chloe, too, had some impressive assets. Her tits rivaled if not surpassed Heather’s bountiful breasts, to Heather’s amazement, and Chloe was thick and curvy, with a perfect hourglass shape just like her mother.

Heather glanced over her shoulder, feeling like she was being watched, and she met Kurt’s eyes. Those damned memories rose up again, and Heather’s pussy only got wetter as she fully relived her experience with Kurt not long ago.,

———

Kurt looked over at Heather, shamelessly ogling her large tits, which were round and incredibly tantalizing.

Heather sat there for a few moments before she cleared her throat.

“Kurt, dear cousin, stop staring at my tits.” Heather said, but Kurt detected a strange note in her voice.

“You can stare at my big dick, if you want.” Kurt offered.

“Big? Please. Gavin Westher had a bigger cock than you.” Heather scoffed.

“Yeah, I didn’t know that the nerd was packing.” Kurt admitted, “But hey, mine’s still pretty nice to look at.”

“Perv.” Heather rolled her eyes, but she did nothing to prevent Kurt from continuing his eye-fucking of her nubile teen body.

“You strike me as the kind of girl who’s into being stared at.” Kurt smirked, and Heather wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I believe that’s called narcissism, and you have it in spades, Kurt.” Heather retorted.

“Yeah?” Kurt asked, rising to his feet. Now Heather did look at him as he crossed to sit beside her on the couch. He slid an arm loosely around his cousin’s shoulders and looked down right at her tits, enjoying the up close view.

To his delight, Heather didn’t do a damn thing.

“Not a word about this to anyone.” Heather snapped, but Kurt grinned.

“If you let me touch them.” he said. Heather looked at him then, electric blue eyes wide.

“Touch them? You’re not serious.” Heather scoffed.

“Why not?” Kurt asked, looking at his cousin with hungry eyes.

Heather’s resolve was clearly weak, as she hadn’t protested at all as he’d went to put himself right beside her. Her electric blue eyes flicked to his proud, erect dick, jutting skywards like a tower.

“You can touch mine if you’d like. Tit for tat and all.” Kurt said. On the word ‘tit’, he flicked her nipple, and enjoyed how his cousin gave a small twitch of enjoyment.

Heather reached over and wrapped her fingers around Kurt’s cock, and started slowly giving him a handjob. Kurt leaned back his head and groaned in enjoyment. He used the hand he had slung around Heather’s shoulders to cup one of his cousin’s hefty breasts, and started groping her breast. With his other hand, he slipped his arm underneath Heather’s arm, and his fingers touched his younger cousin’s wet pussy.

Heather gasped as Kurt’s experienced fingers slid inside her snatch, and soon, he was groping her breast and fingering her while she jerked him off.

“Fuck.” Kurt gasped, Heather’s own experienced fingers working the same magic on him that his fingers were working on her.

“This is so…” Heather moaned, and Kurt leaned over to plant his lips firmly on her full, perfect, heart-shaped lips.

“Hot.” Kurt finished.

“I was gonna say wrong, but that works, too.” Heather said in a bit of a whimper. She felt submissive to her cousin’s hold over her, a feeling she never felt, and a feeling she craved more than anything.

No one ever assumed Heather Ravers was a sub, and it was her biggest kept secret. Nobody she’d ever fucked had found that out yet, but if anybody could, it’d be Kurt.

Heather was enjoying herself immensely, and she was realizing quickly she needed to get away from Kurt.

“We… need… go to dinner.” Heather moaned.

“I think dinner can wait. I’m not very hungry. Are you?” Kurt asked smugly.

Heather writhed on the couch, her juices splashing down onto it as Kurt’s fingers picked up the pace.

“Kurt, I’m going… oh, fuck!” Heather exclaimed, and orgasmed all over the place.

“Damn, cuz. I didn’t know you were a squirter.” Kurt chuckled, and fondled Heather’s tits possessively. Then, he reached up to turn her face towards him.

“You should finish me off.” Kurt suggested, looking down at his cock, “Maybe use your tits?”

Heather shook her head, rising unsteadily to her feet. Kurt watched her go, unconcerned. She wouldn’t tell anyone, of that he was confident.

No, Kurt had made his cousin orgasm on his fingers, and knowing Heather… it wouldn’t be long until she came back for seconds.

Unbeknownst to either cousin, though, a girl was standing behind a wall, watching with wide green eyes, her pussy wetter than it had ever been. She couldn’t believe that the two cousins had just done that! In the living room no less!