Mother Issues

It was about a week after Vicky had broken up with Dan. Things had gone back to the way they were, with the girls using me and letting me basically crash there for free. In fact, it seemed like they were getting even more use out of me! Once they realized that they didn’t need any men, just me, they seemed to go all in. When I wasn’t relaxing I had either a mouthful of tits or a face full of pussy.

On one particular day I was on the couch with Alyssa watching tv. I was laying against her using her tits as a cushion. Although she didn’t feel anything for me as a man, she was a lot more affectionate toward me than Vicky so I was allowed to do stuff like that. It was like they both took care of their toy but Alyssa took better care. Anyway, we were focused on the show when Vicky walked in on her phone.

“Is it really any of your business?” she asked whoever was on the other line. “I just don’t need a boyfriend! I don’t care if you think it’s best, it’s my life! Why are you so-“ We heard things like that as she argued on the phone, but it seemed she was cut off at the end. Maybe she got hung up on. Vicky let out a yell of frustration.

“Who was that?” Alyssa asked.

“My mom.” Vicky answered as she dropped into the chair. “She’s not happy that I broke up with Dan. She says I’m throwing away a good opportunity.” She made air quotes at that last part.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know but she’s coming over tomorrow to talk to me.”

“Uh, could you please tell me about your mom?” I asked.

“Sure, get over here.” Vicky responded, pointing to her crotch.

I scampered over to her and pulled her shorts off, followed by her underwear. Vicky sighed at me impatiently so I dove in and began lapping at her clit. I had pretty much grasped how she preferred it by then and heard her sigh in pleasure.

“My mom is the president of a big company. She’s pretty successful and expects me to be too. I’m trying my best and she knows it but nothing is good enough for her!”

Vicky got more angry the more she talked about her mother. Her hands pushed down on my head, practically shoving it into her cunt. I took a hint and started probing the inside with my tongue. I kept it up until I felt her juices flow into my mouth and she released her grip on me.

“Feel better?” Alyssa asked as Vicky sat there in the aftermath of an orgasm.

“A little, but I still have to deal with her.”

“Vicky gets a little irritable when her mom is involved.” Alyssa told me.

“More than usual?” I asked.

“No one asked for your wisecracks!” Vicky clamped her thighs down on my head and held me there while she talked to Alyssa. “I’ll deal with her, I don’t have a choice.”

When she finally released me I looked up at her and asked, “Can I see a picture of her please?”

“Huh? Sure.”

Vicky went through her phone and then held it above me, giving me a good look. What I saw was no less than a goddess. She was Asian-American like her daughter, with the same glossy black hair done up into a bun. She was wearing business attire and frankly I was surprised her breasts could fit in it. They were way bigger than Vicky’s and her’s were already some of the biggest I’d seen! Her expression gave off that same naturally angry vibe her daughter had.

“Could I please see a picture of her naked?”

Vicky groaned and went through her pictures again.

“Why do you have a picture of your mom naked?” Alyssa asked confused.

“She was messing with her new phone and I think she must have snapped a photo and sent it by accident.” Vicky answered.

Sure enough the picture was of the same woman but without any clothes. She was looking at the camera as if she wasn’t focused on anything in particular, probably because she was just going through her phone. Her hair was down and it looked a little wet, like she had just gotten out of the shower. Those gigantic boobs of hers were free from any constraint. From the angle of the photo it seemed as if she was looking down on you, which seemed fitting with that stern expression of hers.

“I just can’t wait to get this over with...” Vicky sighed as she put her phone away.

She then gently pushed me away and leaned back her chair. When she looked down and saw that her mother’s picture had given me a boner she made an annoyed sound. With a roll of her eyes she planted her foot on my crotch and began rubbing it as she and Alyssa talked.- - - - - -

The day of her mother’s visit had arrived and Vicky was extra irritable. She needed some way to calm herself down and I was naturally the best option. All morning she had me eat her out. It seemed like anytime she wasn’t walking around she had my face in her cunt. I sure wasn’t complaining though. When it was almost time Vicky abruptly pushed me away and stood up.

“Okay, you two get in your room.” she told Alyssa.

I looked at her. “But-“

“No buts!” she interrupted with a sharp glare. “This is between me and my mother. Besides, I don’t think she needs to worry about what kind of sex toy I’m using so just go!”

I backed off from her intense stare and walked toward Alyssa’s room. The buxom blonde put her arm around my shoulder and made her way there with me. When we shut her bedroom door I heard the front door open outside. I really wanted to see this do I turned to Alyssa.

“Can we spy on them and not get caught? Please?”

“I guess...” she answered, a little unsure. “I am pretty curious about it...”

With that we opened the door slightly and peeked out. What I saw was Vicky, who had her back to us, sitting in the chair. Across from her on the couch was the very same woman from the picture I saw. It was a good thing I asked Alyssa to not get caught, because we were clearly within this woman’s view. Alyssa was listening in, trying to hear what they were saying, but I thought I might be able to get a closer look.

“Please don’t let anyone notice anything I do or say until I come back into this room.”

With that said I opened the door and tentatively walked out. Once I was out I looked back and saw that Alyssa was still spying on Vicky. I waved my hand up to her, trying yo get her attention, but she just stared right through me. With that confirmed I strolled out to where the conversation was happening.

“I already explained it to you.” Vicky said as I came in mid conversation.

“Well I’m afraid that’s not good enough.” When I heard that voice I got a chill.

I looked over at the woman the voice came from. She was pretty much what I saw in the photo, just in a different outfit. She had on a pair of tight fitting jeans and a blouse that her breasts were practically trying to bust out of. She also exuded an aura of control, as if what she said was final. Vicky though seemed unfazed, and seeing the two of them stare down each other was like watching two dragons vie for supremacy.

I really wasn’t actually paying attention to what was being said, as the fact that they wouldn’t notice me filled me with confidence. I walked right up to Vicky’s mom and stared her right in the face. She had an impatient look as she listened to her daughter talk and I couldn’t help but lean forward and plant my lips against hers. They were wonderfully soft and tasted like mint. When she started talking as well I hesitantly planted a hand on her chest, then the other. Her boobs were way too big for my hands and they just sunk into the soft flesh. I bounced them up and down, realizing the amount of weight they held. How did she carry these things around all day?! After that I spread her legs and buried my face in her crotch. As I rubbed my face against her clothed pussy I looked up and couldn’t even see her face under those tits of hers.

After playing with her mother I turned my attention to Vicky. That beautiful angry face of hers was made even more beautiful by the defiance she was showing right now. I walked over to her and poked her in the cheek s couple of times for laughs. After giving her a quick kiss on the lips and squeezing her boobs I headed back for Alyssa’s room.

As I neared the door I could see Alyssa was still listening in, but thanks to my request earlier she hadn’t been found out. With a smile I opened the door and walked into the bedroom. I was completely confident until my first step inside.

“Who is that?” the mature voice of the older woman asked from behind me. I turned and saw that she was looking right at me, not to mention Vicky, who was full on glaring. Uh oh.