Stay and watch

Deciding not to rush your new girlfriend, you stay downstairs and simply watch the lustful interactions of Paige's parents. Nobody is speaking—the only sounds in the room are the steady ticking and tocking of a nearby clock along with the noisy slurping of Mr. Pattinson's penis.

"You look a bit bored," the man in question says to you, looking at you with an odd expression. "Feel free to join us, if you want."

You bite your lip as your gaze focuses on Mrs. Pattinson's enticing nude ass. Could you really just up and mount her, Paige's own mother? What would Paige say? Well, you already know what she would say—likely nothing, as such a thing is as normal as normal can be to her. Still...

"Come on, don't be shy," Mr. Pattinson says with a small laugh.

The cock-hungry wife shimmies her butt at you invitingly as she continues to gobble her husband's erection. Such an invitation is too much to resist; your own erection is soon free of your oppressive jeans as your hands find their place on each of Mrs. Pattinson's firm asscheeks, cock pressing against her hot, sopping wet vagina.

Hesitating, you hold yourself there for a moment. Even though you know it's far from it in this reality, this entire situation still just seems too weird. You consider if you can actually go through with this. The decision, however, is taken from you as Paige's mother pushes her hips back, her butt slapping against your stomach as your cock is sheathed inside her warm pussy.

"Ohh..." you moan in surprised pleasure. She rocks her hips, slowly and in time with your careful thrusts. She's so warm! You squeeze her butt, barely noticing Mr. Pattinson's orgasm as he cums spectacularly into his wife's mouth. He pulls away from her lips, fixing his pants and waving at you. "I'm going to make some burgers. Can I get you some, Jack?"

"N-No thank you," you pant, really giving it to the man's wife as she moans loudly into the leather chair, her vagina contracting around your cock. Mr. Pattinson's casual reaction (or lack thereof) to his wife getting slammed on his own chair by a person he barely knows is enough to set you off. Your penis tenses as you burst with numerous ropes of sperm, splashing Mrs. Pattinson's womb with waves your seed.

"Mom, is my black skirt in the wash?"

Startled, you look around to find Paige standing calmly behind you, looking questioningly at her panting mother. Your eyes bulge (and cock tenses, even despite your release seconds ago) as you note that she's not wearing anything below the waist. A few splotches of cum appear to be soaking into her white blouse.

"Y-Yes, honey," Mrs. Pattinson answers, pulling herself off you with a sigh. You watch as your now drenched and satisfied member exits her pussy, drenched in her fluids. "I can grab my blue one for you, if you'd like."

"Thanks, Mom!"

With that, they both walk upstairs, neither seeming to care about the streams of seed on their bodies. Pulling your pants back on, you have to wonder who was up there with Paige to make her look like that. You'd probably be rather jealous, if not for the fact you worked your own rocks off with Paige's own mother.

A few moments later, Paige is back downstairs, wearing a brown skirt which extended to just below her knees, "Hey, sorry I took so long. My other sister had her boyfriend over and misfires are pretty common. So, you know. Anyway, ready to go?"

"O-Oh, sure," you stutter, not sure how to answer.

Exiting the Pattinson family home, you make your way back to your car parked in the driveway. You enter the car with Paige and start it up, pulling out of the driveway and making your way to the park.

Turning another corner, you slow the car to a stop in a parking spot. Getting out with Paige, you look at the park across the street, measuring just how busy it is...