Swap Meat

Andrew jumped at the chance to fuck the sweet MILF on the opposite sofa. His mouth was practically salivating and his eyes went round as the full moon as he took a moment to gaze upon Heather’s mother, still bent over on the other sofa, face against the cushion, ass high in the air, as if waiting for the next cock. Below him Heather groaned when his cock, still hard, slipped out of her pussy, but he offered her only a sympathetic grimace. Heather was wonderful girl and fucking her again had been everything he imagined and more, but he would quite possibly never have another opportunity to fuck the delectable Brooke Lakefield.

“Absolutely,” Andrew answered his father, strolling across the living room, cock in hand. “I’d love a turn at Heather’s mom.”

“Be respectful,” Klaus warned him, aware of his son’s reputation as a player, not knowing that it was mostly just rumors and gossip. Andrew was certainly charming, but he didn’t fuck every girl he flirted with. But even the most modest of men wouldn’t pass up Brooke.

“Of course,” Andrew said, coming along side the MILF. “Hello, Mrs. Lakefield…” when she didn’t respond, he asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes, sorry, Andrew,” she said pushing herself up, sitting on her feet and rubbing her head. “Just a little dizzy. This is all so…unexpected.”

Andrew took the seat beside her, occupying the place where her chest had squashed against the sofa cushion, still warm against his bare ass. “I know how you feel. Being able to fu…being with both you and your daughter in one day, I have to admit it’s something of a fantasy of mine. A teenage fantasy I never, ever, thought would come true.”

“That’s sweet,” she said, though maybe it should have disgusted, but the thought of being the subject of a teenage boy’s masturbatory fantasies, at forty years of age, did make her chest swell with pride. “But I’m sure there’s no comparison between myself and my daughter.”

Brooke looked over at her daughter, her eyes lingering over the young girl’s fit, toned, well-maintained body. Brooke had never been a cheerleader but in her younger days she’d had a body that seemed to look good no matter what she ate or did, so she hadn’t much need to be athletic. It was only as time marched on and she began to fight the laws of gravity and aging that she tried harder to look after herself, but she was no match for the naturally tight, youthful figure of her daughter, accentuated by years of cheerleading practice.

The young Nordstein didn’t agree though. “No way, you’re the hottest mother I know. The first time I saw Heather, I thought ‘wow’, but when I saw you, I thought, ‘oh my god’ and I was depressed for about a week because you were this magnificent woman and I was just a teenager. I thought I had no chance. Heather is hot, but, and I think she’d agree with me here, there’s just something deeply arousing about a mature lover.”

A wet pop resonated from across the room as Heather pulled her mouth off Klaus’ cock and called over, “I can hear you, you know.”

But Klaus guided her head back to his dick, saying, “Oooh, don’t stop, I’m almost ready. Sorry, I don’t have the stamina of these young men to stay hard for hours, but if you keep sucking it like...aaah…that, I’ll be ready in no time.”

He said that, but Heather noticed that his cock was already half hard, suggesting that just the thought of fucking the sweet teenage body of his business partner’s daughter was sending the blood in the right direction. Opening her mouth, she welcomed him back in her mouth and noisily slobbered and suckled on his dickhead. To reward her, he reached down over her lounging body, cheekily grabbing a quick squeeze of her boobs as his hand traced a over her stomach, over her mound and teased her pussy lips with his fingers.

Tearing her eyes away from her daughter, Brooke looked at the young man beside her. He was leaning back on the sofa, arms stretched out, his cock completely unobstructed by anything, pointing straight upwards. The cockflesh still glistened with the juices from Heather’s pussy and despite herself Brooke wondered how her daughter tasted. Rising up again and leaning over his lap, she took his cock in hand and guided it towards her own mouth.

“Looks like they’ve got the right idea,” Brooke said before sticking out her tongue, wide and flat, and giving his head a nice, slow lick.

Salty and sweet, just as she expected, remnants of his cum and her daughter’s natural lubrication lighting up her taste buds. However, there was something unexpectedly familiar about the taste of his cock. She immediately dismissed Heather’s fluids as having anything to do with it, wrongly believing that her mouth had never been anywhere near Heather’s pussy until today, still completely unaware it was her own sweet daughter riding her father last night. Of course, she had never tasted Andrew before, but she had tasted Klaus, or so she assumed. It had been many years ago now, compartmentalized in the back of Brooke’s mind until today, and it was very difficult to remember just where Klaus had finished that time.

“Oooh, fuck, you suck a good cock, Mrs. Lakefield,” Andrew groaned, distracting Brooke from the issue of taste as her head bobbed half way down his shaft and up again.

Like Heather, when she pulled her lips from his dick, she made an intentional popping smack with her mouth that made his cock visibly throb. “It’s Ms.” She corrected him teasingly as she continued to stroke his cock, resting on her elbows as she used both hands to massage her saliva into his skin. “I’m divorced, so it’s Ms. Lakefield. Which means, there’s no one to get jealous, or angry, when I suck on his dick…or anything else we might do…”

“I dunno about that, Ms. Lakefield,” he replied, emphasizing the right honorific. “I think there’re a great number of men who’d be jealous of what you’re doing to my dick right now.”

Smirking, Brooke let her lips do the talking in another way as she lowered her mouth to the young man’s fine cock again, sucking on him intensely as she slide further and further down. A loud moan caught her attention across the way, drowning out her own slurping and swallowing. Pushing her hair to the other side of her face, Brooke looked across the way at Heather, still lying on her back on the opposite sofa. Klaus had moved away from her head, however, and now knelt on the floor. Her ass was pivoted towards the edge of the middle cushion where Klaus lapped at her pussy, presented to him by two spread legs.

Having had that tongue inside her own cunt not too long ago, Brooke knew that her daughter was in for a treat. Though she tried to ignore the incestuous leanings of their activities before, it could no longer go on unacknowledged since the swap. Watching her daughter, locking eyes as the came upon the cocks of a father and a son was one thing, disturbing in that the pleasure made them not care about how weird it was. But now they had gone a step event further. The tongue that had been in Brooke’s pussy was now lapping at her daughter’s inner walls. The cock that had previously penetrated deep inside Heather’s tight box was now being licked clean by her mother. They were edging ever closer to that line that they couldn’t cross.

Brooke soothed her mind by a) sucking deeper on Andrew’s cock, and b) consoling herself that there was no actual touching or sex between either father and son or mother and daughter. An exchange of some fluids wasn’t taboo. When she was younger and couldn’t finish a milkshake, sometimes her sister would take her straw and suck up the last drops. Even as adults, she had seen Daniel steal half full beers from his brother, putting his lips where Robert’s had once been. Trading saliva without actually kissing wasn’t considered a kiss. That wasn’t **** and, as she sucked more passionately, savoring the taste of her daughter on the young man’s cock, she told herself, this wasn’t **** either.

“Ahh, ahh, stop, stop,” Andrew growled, the intensifying of suckling bringing the young man to the edge. “I don’t want to cum again, not until I’ve tried your pussy. You’re so hot, Ms. Lakefield, I don’t know if I could go a third time if I blew right now.”

She chuckled as she sat up once more, though her hands remained on his dick, idly stroking his shaft. “You can call me Brooke, you know? There’s no need to be so formal, given what we’re about to do.”

“I like calling you Ms. Lakefield though,” he confessed, panting slightly at the way her fingers continued to roam over his entirely length. “There’s, uh, something kinda erotic about calling you Ms. while you’re touching my, ah, dick.”

“Is that so? I bet you must have had a real hard time focusing in school,” she cooed, her lips curling into a smirk as her hands left his member and she leaned back, arms behind her, displaying her whole body to the young man. “Well, then, tell me how you want me? How did you fuck me in your fantasy?”

At that question, Andrew pounced on her. He pulled her down and slid in behind her, lifting up her thigh with one hand as he guided his stiff, straight dick towards her sopping hole with nothing but his hips. She expected him to be rough and eager like an inexperienced young man channeling his primal urges might normally have been, but he surprised her with the tenderness by which he held her. Nuzzling the nape of her neck with her nose, smelling the scent of her skin and hair, sweat laced with soap, he reached underneath her and massaged her breast as his cockhead slipped slowly past her opening.

“Th-this is what you imagined?” Brooke gasped, the young man spooning her, his rolling hips slipping few inches inside and then withdrawing.

“In my, ah, imagination, we weren’t just fucking. It was never just sex, never just one and done.” he said, kissing her skin. “We were lovers.”

The very notion was preposterous. She was twice his age. Old enough to be his mother. Yet, his charming personality and the gentle but skillful way he pressed his cock deep into her vaginal walls made him very easy to love. He can’t have been with more than half a dozen women in his short sexual history, and yet he had learned to be an amazingly considerate lover. The way he nibbled on her ear as he slid his cock slowly inside drove her wild. Then his fingers started tweaking her nipple as her labia found his hilt, his cock buried deep. There he ground against her, barely moving even an inch back and forth inside, the tempting, teasing gyrations rubbing his shaft directly against her g-spot.

“In my fantasy, I’d tell you how beautiful you were,” he whispered directly in her ear. “And you’d tell me you thought I was hot too. Ah…I was a teenager, so I was hopeful…”

“You are hot,” She told him, turning her head to look up at his face, pausing momentarily to let her mouth hang open as his cock slid over the sensitive spot again. “Such a fine young man.”

“Now,” he laughed lightly so only she could hear. “Back then I was a bit gawky, too lanky, but I guess I did okay with the girls. Heather seemed to like me, at least.”

“Mmmm, sweetie?” She purred, lifting a hand to stroke his face. “Tell me more about this fantasy.”

“Right, okay, well, you’d ask if I wanted to see you naked, to see if you were really beautiful, and of course I agreed, but you said only if I showed you my cock.” He released his hold of her thigh, letting her legs come together, and with a hand on her hips began pulling her ass against his undulations. “I’m embarrassed just admitting this, but you told me it was the biggest you’d ever seen.”

Not by a long shot, she thought, though the comparison was unfair. Robert’s dick dwarfed most men’s. She chose not to humiliate the young man, instead telling him, “I won’t lie to you, but it is a very nice cock and even better you know exactly how to use it.” With a wicked smile, she did tease him a little. “Definitely top five.”

“Oof. Could be worse, I guess, could be top ten,” he joked back. “Then I’d lay you down just like this, and we’d make love, just like we’re doing now,” he leaned in, almost kissing her but stopped an inch away, allowing his words to blow over her lips. “And you’d turn your head back, just like you did, and kiss me.”

And she did, leaning in the rest of the way and pressing her lips to his. A kiss wasn’t a big thing to the forty year old. By her age, she had come to realize that kisses were not the momentous occasions that teenagers and young adults treated them as, but as she kissed this young man while their bodies continued to grind together, his cock still deep inside, hands on her hips, after hearing all about his fantasy, she did begin to feel something. Not love, but certainly a connection, an intimacy, even if they were fucking on a sofa just a couple feet from where his father was now screwing her daughter.

Ignoring the moans of her daughter as she praised Klaus’ cock, Brooke focused on Andrew’s face as they broke the kiss. “And what happens next?”

“Honestly, that’s as far as I ever got,” Andrew grimaced, remembering his sexual inadequacy. “I always busted a nut before I got any further into the fantasy.”

“Then allow me, if you won’t mind?” she asked, and Andrew shook his head. “She appreciates how well he’s fucked her, and she really enjoys his cock, and now she wants more. She wants him to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster, to ravage her aging body with that youthful energy and remind her what it’s like to be young again.”

With every word that dripped from her lips, he complied, grinding becoming thrusts, pulling back until his cockhead was at the very edge of her pussy lips, then slamming back inside, all the way so his balls smacked against her thighs, the whole sequence happening in a matter of seconds. She wondered how it looked, remembering how he became a blur as he drove his cock into Heather. She wanted that. To know exactly what her daughter felt, to feel that exact sensation of young, primal lust being taken out on her pussy.

“Faster,” she urged him. “Fuck me just like you fucked her.”

The ‘her’ in this situation was obvious, and Andrew chuckled as he pistoned his hips against her ass, pummeling her with his dick just as she wanted. Lacking the energy to keep her head up, she rested against her arm, the cushion below muffling her repeated, continuous moans. For the first time in a while, she cast an eye across the room at the other sofa, absently wondering if Klaus and ‘her’ were having as much fun as she and Andrew.

Instead, what she saw made her eyes snap open, widening in terror. Her daughter was riding Klaus, her back to her mother, her firm round ass bouncing up and down on the strong dick. And suddenly she realized why the taste on Andrew’s cock had been so familiar, and why the sight of her daughter’s naked rump and dark hair cascading down her back seemed like something she’d seen before. Because she had. She had seen her daughter in this exact same position, legs spread wide around a man’s hips, pussy stretched open to accommodate the dick buried deep inside. She’d seen this sight before, just last night, on Robert’s bed. On her father’s bed.

Brooke felt sick. Not only had she witness it, she’d taken part. Her hands had been on her daughter’s ass. She’d made her own daughter bounce her hips on top of her father’s cock. She’d licked that cock, lubricating it for her daughter, and tasted her daughter’s wetness as it gushed out, dripping down her father’s length and onto her tongue. She’d urged them on, told them to fuck, to please each other, to cum. She’d watched as Heather’s father came inside of her, all the while cheering them on. That cock that had been inside her daughter popped out and sprayed his seed all over her face. It didn’t matter if this was ****, she’d already done much, much worse.

Frozen, she couldn’t move, even though she knew that she should. She should have put an end to the celebrations right away, and dragged her daughter from that room to ask her all the questions that were storming her brain. But despite the psychological horror that paralysed her, Andrew was still working on her body, his young cock fucking with such speed and fervor and hitting all the right spots that Brooke’s climax grew imminent again. To her mutual delight and dismay, her orgasm struck and she came while watching her daughter ride Klaus, imagining it to be her father.

“Oooooh, fuck, nooooo, fuck,” the words poured out of her mouth despite herself.

Her inner walls clamped down on Andrew’s cock and he grunted, “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum too.”

Trapped between her body and the back of the cushion, Andrew had no where to go and couldn’t pull out in time, his cockhead expanding and firing ropes of his young, virile seed into her vaginal canal. She should have been more worried. She wasn’t too old to get pregnant yet, but instead she stared ahead, eyes fixed on Heather as the raven haired cheer captain threw back her head and screamed to the ceiling.

“YES MR. NORDSTEIN, FUCK ME, FUCK MY LITTLE PUSSY WITH YOUR OLD COCK, YES, FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME CUM.”

With one final thrust up into her hole, Klaus succeeded in bringing Heather to climax, simultaneously pushing himself over the edge as well and flooding her womb with his own older but no less potent cum. Her body trembled atop his cock until she lost all energy and slumped sideways onto the sofa, his cock sliding out mid-shot. The last few spurts flew out but didn’t go very far, and the final dribbles ran down over his own shaft.

Brooke felt empty. Not least because Andrew had withdrawn his wilting cock and was surveying the damage. “Shit,” he said, seeing the amount of cum pouring out of her hole. “I really didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I…”

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice monotone, eyes fixed on her daughter. The idea of being pregnant at forty by some kid seem less of a tragedy that finding out the father of her only daughter was fucking that only daughter.

“Are you alright?” He asked, mistaking her thousand yard stare for regret. “Dammit. I should have tried to pull out sooner. It just felt so good, I…”

A phone rang, silencing Andrew. Everyone looked around, wondering whose ringtone it was, until Heather awoke from her blissful stupor and leapt to answer. Seeing the number on the screen, her face beamed with excitement.

“Hello?” She said with glee as she grabbed her clothes. “Yes, I can talk.”

Though clearly not in front of the others, as she scurried off to the bathroom, keeping her legs tight together to keep from dripping cum all over the penthouse floor. Sitting up, Brooke wondered what other secrets her daughter was keeping.

“Brooke?” Klaus asked with concern upon seeing her expression as well. “What happened? Did Andrew…”

“No, he was a perfect gentleman,” she turned her head slightly and offered the young man a sad smile. “This was all just…unexpected.”

The Nordstein men allowed Brooke to dress herself in peace after checking a few more times to make sure she absolutely, definitely okay. She wasn’t okay, but she couldn’t tell them why. Not until she’d at least discussed it with Heather, or Robert. But she didn’t even know how she felt about it herself. The thought horrified her and yet, her actual feelings of disgust weren’t as strong as she expected. Her tongue had tasted her sweet daughter’s juices, her nose had been nearly up Heather’s asshole as she lapped at Robert’s cock. As weird as it was, as abhorrent a realization, one lingering thought stayed with her. It hadn’t felt wrong at the time. In fact, her daughter had tasted…good.

But when her daughter finally emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, Brooke took a hard stance, saying immediately, “We need to talk.”

Of course, Heather assumed it was about the foursome they’d just taken part in, because that had been weird enough, but she blew her off, rolling her eyes as she insisted, “Do we have to make a mountain out of it? It was fun. Can’t we just leave it at that?”

Was that what she thought of her time with her father, Brooke wondered, just some fun, the repercussions of which could be ignored. As Brooke struggled to think of how to continue, of whether in the hotel room of their future investors was really the right time or place for such a discussion, Heather continued.

“Anyway, can we discuss it later? And can I ask you a really big favor?” Heather bit her lip and brought her hands together, almost as if praying for her Mother’s grace. “Can you deal with the Smiths by yourself?”

“What? Why?” Brooke demanded. “Where are you going?”

“I…can’t tell you. At least not yet, not until I talk to someone else first,” Heather replied. “But I promise, it’s important and I’ll tell you everything later.”

“Yes, you will,” Brooke agreed darkly.