Kelly Peterson, Suburban Mom

Kelly Peterson woke up to the sound of her phone alarm. She blinked her eyes open to realize that her husband Jason wasn’t in the bed with her, his covers thrown aside. She flung her arm over and pressed snooze, then sat up, naked as always when she was in bed, and stretched.

She could hear the sound of the shower in their bathroom. She stood, walked over, and opened the door. Jason was visible through the clear glass of the shower. She took a second, as always, to admire his chest hair and girthy cock. She remembered it inside her last night and felt a pleasurable little shiver deep in her stomach.

She pulled her eyes away to look at herself in the mirror. Her shoulder length brown hair still had a bad case of bedhead, she was going to have to get that into shape. Her tits, which she thought of as tasteful and not overbearing, remained impeccably perky, at least. She was glad that the medication her doctor prescribed her to prevent sagging was working. She ran a hand over her stomach. A little pudgier than she’d like, maybe, but Jason seemed to like it. Below that, her normally carefully trimmed bush was starting to get a little unruly. She was going to have to make time in her busy schedule to get to the salon.

“Hey honey,” her husband called. “You coming in?” He grinned at her. “It saves water if we share, you know.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. She had been getting that line from all the PSAs they were showing lately, and she kind of resented the onus for saving water being put on her rather than the corporations actually using most of it. But that was an argument for another time, and she still needed to make sure Josie got ready for school before she headed to work. So she shrugged, opened the door, and stepped into the shower.

It actually was a lot easier to get to those hard to reach spots when they were cleaning each other. Then she quickly jerked him off, joking that she needed to get all his cum out so there wasn’t anything left for the girls at work. Of course, she knew he was probably going to get in a few fucks anyway, unless things got really busy at the office, and she’d have to be a real bitch to get bent out of shape about it. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t going to have her own orgasms if she got the chance.

After the shower she slipped on a pair of shorts and walked past her daughter Josie’s room, the door closed as usual. Kelly knocked. No answer. She heard familiar sounds coming from within and half-smiled.

She opened the door to find her 18-year-old daughter, naked, vigorously riding the cock of a skinny boy her own age. Her dark hair was highlighted in blue. Her bony hips ground against him, her B-cup breasts shaking from the effort. The bed was groaning under the strain.

“Mom, fuck!” Josie growled. She turned her head toward her mother, though she didn't slow down her efforts.

“Hi, Ms. Peterson,” her partner said, waving lamely.

"Language, dear," Kelly said with a sigh.

Josie grabbed the boy’s face by the chin and pointed it back toward her. “Look at me, bitch, are you gonna fill me up or not?”

Kelly crossed her arms beneath her bare breasts. “Josie, it’s time to get ready for school. You can’t be late again.”

“I’m almost there, Mom, please,” Josie begged as she continued to ride the cock. “I don’t know what the problem is.”

“Honey, I told you.” Kelly stepped into the room and walked toward the couple on the bed. “You can’t just go forward and back in cowgirl.” She reached out and put her hands gently on her daughter’s hips, guiding her. "You have to swivel the hips, too. Like I always say, two dimensions is hotter than one, right?”

Josie nodded and let her mother move her body, then rolled her eyes slightly and bit her lip. “Oh fuck mom, you’re right, I forgot.”

"Language," Kelly said again, but she let go and took a step back, letting her daughter keep up the new rhythm. “You’ll get there, you just need practice,” she continued encouragingly.

Within 30 seconds, both Josie and her boytoy were groaning loudly as they came simultaneously while Kelly watched. She felt herself getting a little wet. To be young again.

As her daughter collapsed onto her partner and his dick plopped out of her pussy, Kelly moved toward the door. “Next time if you’re going to have a boy over, tell me, ok? I just want to know who’s under my roof. It’s… Mason, right?”

“Caden,” he replied blearily.

“Caden, sorry.” Kelly looked at her daughter again. “Downstairs in ten,” she ordered.

Josie just nodded as cum dripped from her pussy. Kelly shook her head and walked off down the hall.