Making Me a Liar

“Zaaaaack, stop. My mom is right downstairs.”

Standing behind his curvy Latina girlfriend, Zack held her waist as he nuzzled at the bared skin where her shoulders met her neck. Although her words protested, they lacked conviction and her body even more so, allowing herself to be pulled back against him even while she continued folding a dress and dropping it softly into a duffel bag. Her outfit for tomorrow had already been selected, yet she decided to pack a couple more options, in the event that her mind took a flight of fancy. A task that was increasingly more difficult as she felt her body warming and flushing beneath the caress of Zack’s lips.

“Let, let’s wait until we get to the cabin.”

Another feeble attempt betrayed again by her own body as her back arched and she rolled her head back to rest on his shoulder. Against her ass, she felt his erection pushing between her cheeks, almost as if it were trying to tear right through her clothes to get at the hot, sopping wet pussy beneath, completely unaware that this same bulge had been wedged against her own mother’s bubble butt not five minutes before. In no time at all, her panties were almost soaked through. Her resolve, already weak, was crumbling.

“If, if we do this now, my mom will hear us.”

His teeth nipped at her skin as he pulled his mouth away, and drew his lips up towards her ear, his hot breath tickling the soft hairs on her neck along the way. With his hands on her hips, he held her, though barely, she could easily have slipped away from him at any moment. But she chose to stay, and even began to roll her hips back as he ground his dick against her ass. She moaned gently as her body grew hotter and he knew she wanted this now almost as much as he did. It was just a matter of breaking down the last few barriers.

“You’ll just have to be quiet,” he whispered directly into her ear.

“I, I don’t think I can.” She sighed loudly, proving her own point.

“Let her listen then.”

“What if she comes up to check? If she thinks something is wrong, she’ll come and see us,” she trembled as she spoke, the quiver running down her body so Zack could feel it on his member. “Just like the other morning…she’ll see me…and you, and your…cock.”

“If she hears you, she won’t think anything is wrong. She knows what sex sounds like, she’ll know exactly what we’re doing. If she sees us, it’s because she wants to see us.”

Lisa said nothing. In her mind she accepted that, in that scenario, her mother coming to watch might be out of some perverted voyeuristic desire, but she refused to recognize it vocally. Before she could think about it too much, her brain was provided another conundrum when she suddenly felt the dick behind her separate from her ass cheeks. With a slight lift of her head, she was able to look down behind herself and saw her boyfriend unbuttoning his trousers. She wasn’t left waiting long. That thick hard shape found its way back to the crevice between her cheeks in a matter of seconds, now bared and completely exposed, its heat burning the shape into her skin through the thin polyester material of her yoga pants.

“Did you see her looking at my cock? When she caught us last time, she couldn’t stop staring at it,” Zack breathed into her ear again.

“Well, it is…a nice cock.”

She pushed her ass back against his cock as he thrusted forward again, the combined pressure forcing her pants to be wedged tight between her firm, round cheeks.

“Seems mother and daughter have the same good taste in dick.”

Her hands reached down and jammed her thumbs between the elastic as she hurried to push the stretchy material down over he swell of her ass. Although she couldn’t see his face, she could tell by the silence that he was smiling. His hands followed hers down, always a step behind, his fingers caressing the bare skin of her cheeks as they were unveiled to his eyes. Her panties were bunched up and wedged in the middle, turning her briefs into a thong.

“What’s this?” he teased her and pushed his naked dick against her fleshy ass, smearing his precum on her skin. “I thought you didn’t want to do it here, where your mom could hear.”

“I don’t,” she insisted, though Zack didn’t believe her. “But I had to feel it on me. Just touch. That’s all, just to tide me over.”

“I know something that will tide you over even better,” he said while taking his dick in hand and pointing it between her cheeks, the head pressing against her panty covered entrance. His other hand squeezed an asscheek, and pried it apart from the other. “Fuck his ass is amazing. So soft and tight. I wish I had your mom’s ass right next to it so I could properly compare them side by side.”

“Geez…what is your fascination with my mother all of a sudden?” she asked, turning her head and meeting his face with a kiss. “Aren’t I enough for you?”

A deep-seated fear of hers, born out of being cheated on. Even before that fateful night, Lisa had sensed that Zack’s attentions were diverted elsewhere at times, which was frustrating for the caramel skinned Latina who wanted nothing more than to be his whole world. She thought she had won. She’d fended off Ashley, even Hannah’s tricks couldn’t stop her, and Zack had chosen her. Even if she knew that she had to be vigilant, and fight to keep her man, she never expected to be pitted against her own mother.

“Like I could ever tire of this ass,” Zack deflected and gave the cheek another firm squeeze.

I’m weak, he thought. He could live the rest of his days being happy with Lisa, but he couldn’t help himself. No matter what he did, he felt drawn to his own mother. That was just the Ravers blood though, wasn’t it? Robert had endured the same burden, loving one woman and yet never being able to love just her. His desires, his deep dark thoughts, his very nature all conspired to keep him from happiness with one woman. Zack wanted to love Lisa, and no one else, just as she deserved, but he was weak, and couldn’t fight who he was. I’m a Ravers, he surmised.

“I’m just looking forward to how glorious this ass will continue to be in twenty years.”

Releasing her cheek, he slid his hand between the twisted panty and her flushed skin, feeling the heat and sweat rising up from her pussy and ass. With a firm grip on the bunched fabric, he yanked the panty back, tugging the gusset against her clit. Lisa bent her head down and moaned as he did it again, rolling his wrist to give her a reprieve between each pull. Between the tension tight against pussy lips and the hard cock prodding against her ass, he knew as well as she did that, she didn’t have the will power to keep resisting. She needed to get fucked.

“Besides, Fair’s fair. If she wants to look at my cock, then I get to check out her ass.”

“She…doesn’t want to look…” Lisa protested amidst sighs and groans. “It was just an…accident…she didn’t…mean to…”

“Hmm, I have my doubts. If we fuck...” He emphasized the word, and smiled at the resultant shiver that coursed through her body. “I guarantee she’ll come to watch. She won’t interfere or tell us to stop. But she won’t be able to take her eyes off of us. Off of me. Off of…”

“Okay, okay. Maybe...” she sucked in a breath as she wrestled with herself. “Maybe that’s true. But how could I ever look my mom in the eye ever again, if she saw us like that.”

“It’s easier than you’d think,” he mumbled, thinking of his experiences with his own mother. Every time he thought they’d crossed the line, there was yet another waiting for them. He caught himself though, before Lisa could question that statement, and added, “But I didn’t mean to upset you. Ah, maybe I’m just a bit pent up. I didn’t get woken up quite as nicely today as I was yesterday.”

“That’s what this is about?” She laughed as she shuffled around in his arms to face him. “I treat you once and you think it should happen every day. You really are spoilt, mister.”

“Weren’t you the girl who said she loved sucking my cock?” he flashed a grin.

“And you’re lucky I do, so I don’t mind indulging you, my horny, big-shot business man.”

Knowing that it was probably going to go beyond just a blowjob, Lisa pushed him away. He fell backwards, onto the bed, and watched, seated as she proceeded to push the tight polyester down her smooth brown thighs. Her twisted, sodden panties were all that separated her from his cock, an obstacle she knew would easily be cast aside as soon as she had the warm flesh of his member in her hand and in her mouth. But she wanted him so bad. He’d gotten her so worked up. All she needed was the excuse, and the blowjob was the gateway to getting what she wanted.

The grin on his face widened as he shuffled across the bed, lying fully with his legs stretched out, while Lisa climbed onto the mattress. She crawled up to his dick, her eyes flashing up towards his face as her hand reached out and took his hot tool in her fist. It was obvious to him too where this was going. He mentally high-fived himself. His instincts as a Ravers were superb. There wasn’t a girl in the world he couldn’t charm, and there were no limits to what they would do for him. This was the wonder working power of the Ravers blood flowing through his veins.

In truth, Lisa simply loved him. She had never stopped loving him, even when she should, and everyone told her to move on. Her love sustained her, and being without him only strengthened her resolve. Having fought and won the object of her affections, having her precious love returned to her, she was determined that this time it would last. And it was love that brought her to denial, that they were just words, meant to arouse and tease. Lisa never truly believed that her mom would come to watch them.

Unbeknownst to the sexy Latina, her mother was already ascending the stairs. Denial followed her every step just as it blinded her daughter. It was a prank she told herself; Monica told the boy about their conversation yesterday morning and now he was teasing her was the rationalization that repeated in her mind. She was going to walk up these stairs and Zack would be in Lisa’s room; they’d be laughing and looking forward to their evening together. He wouldn’t be fucking her. She wasn’t going to see his cock. There was no voice in her mind to counter these thoughts, only a feeling. A pervasive, consuming sensation of his rock, hard manhood pressing against her fleshy backside. That didn’t feel like a prank.

She was half right. Zack and Lisa weren’t fucking. Instead, she’d stumbled upon their foreplay. Her daughter was on her knees, looming over Zack’s lower half, dressed in a tight tee that clung to the swell of her breasts and a pair of twisted, saturated panties bunched between her daughters smooth, round asscheeks. Her eyes lingered on her daughter’s beautiful behind for a moment before a movement below Lisa’s body caught her attention. Zack was lying beneath her daughter, pantless, with his shirt pulled up to his naval, completely freeing his cock. His large thick cock that jutted straight up from between his legs. His fat, stiff erection currently being jerked by her daughter’s small, soft hand.

From Lisa’s position, she couldn’t see her mother as she peered around the side of the door and spied on the teens. Unaware of their audience of one, Lisa stroked his cock until his tight flesh throbbed, fully erect. She licked her lips and looked up at his confident face before opening her mouth and dropping her head to his mushroomed helmet. Softly her lips touched his tip, as gentle as she would kiss his lips, and then opened, stretching to envelop his cockhead. It was fun to tease him with a slow start, and necessary, to allow her mouth to grow accustomed to the large invader.

Susan watched on, impressed. The contrast between her daughter’s small mouth and Zack’s thick length was almost comical and yet Lisa managed to widen her mouth to take him inside. And deep. Inch by inch slid into her daughter’s maw as if she had no end, as she gently bobbed her head, working him inside, gagging and slurping noisily and yet pressing on. Then she stopped, and pulled back completely and for a moment Susan feared she’d been rumbled. As she made to flee though, she saw her daughter, panting, stick out her tongue and lick his member from root to tip.

A heat filled Susan’s body from the inside, almost threatening to burn the clothes right off her back if she didn’t take them off. Her tongue snaked involuntarily from the mouth and licked her lips at the sight of her daughter lapping on her boyfriend’s cock like a lollypop. Zack was bigger than Carlos, but it wasn’t even about the size. Just watching the pair reminded her how it felt to hold a warm cock in her hand, to lick and love and lavish her tongue upon it, to make her man feel great, just as Zack was now groaning under Lisa’s machinations.

While she couldn’t bring herself to fully shed her clothes, she did unbutton her blouse, airing out her bra-clad bosom, before her hand slid its way south. Watching her daughter take Zack’s cock in her mouth again, Susan undid her jeans, carefully timing the noise of the unzipping with her daughter’s gags. Just as Lisa took him balls deep inside her tight, warm mouth, her nose nuzzling against his pubic hairs, Susan’s jeans came apart and she slid her hand down again, into her panties, touching herself to the vision of her daughter blowing the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

Lisa pulled back again, this time swirling her tongue around his helmet while her fist returned to pumping at his shaft, lathering it audibly with her saliva. It had been just like this the other day, sucking on his tip while jerking him off until he came, all over her face, just as her mother walked into the room. The light hairs on the back of her neck prickled, as if she were being watched once more, a tingling that spread down her back, but she dismissed it. A far more prevalent tingling from between her legs was distracting her.

“Fu-ck, you’re so good at that.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned in the affirmative as she pulled her lips from his glans with a pop. “I’m too good to you.”

“You really are,” he said sincerely, completely aware of how utterly undeserving of her affections he was.

That was the curse of the Ravers. Charm to steal the panties right off a nun but their place in heaven was fleeting. Sooner or later, the devil always came to collect. All he could do was enjoy it until then.

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum any minute.”

Lisa bit her lip, contemplating her next action as her hand visibly slowed. Even if their discussion of being caught fresh in her mind, having his cock in her hand, the sight and smells so deliciously close, Lisa’s body was aflame with desire. Zack hadn’t gotten a little treat, so it was only fair that she get something too. If they were quick perhaps her mother would never notice, she hoped, unaware her mom had already ‘noticed’ and was jilling herself to the very sight.

“Hold on a second,” Lisa ordered as she dove over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer.

While Lisa was distracted, Zack glanced over to the door and smirked. Susan froze with her hand jammed down her panties when she saw her daughter’s boyfriend staring back at her. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew that no amount of horniness or neglect could make it excusable or right. And yet the situation was just so hot, she couldn’t help herself. Her fingers circled her clit sending pulses of pleasure pouring throughout her body, the passion of the teens reminding of her husband who was gone, leaving her ****, and Zack knew it. She could see it in his eyes. The shared look lasted only a second, as he turned his attention back to Lisa.

She straddled him with a condom in hand. Removing the wrapper, she reached down with a kind of urgency and rolled the rubber sheath over his member. At the door, her mother beamed with pride to see how responsible her daughter was, although she noticed that the condom wasn’t quite the right fit. Not having time to buy any new ones, Susan had given her daughter her husband’s stash, but Zack being larger than Carlos filled the condom unlike anything Susan had ever seen. So, while she was proud of her daughter, her hand rubbed her pussy faster, imagining that fat cock tearing right through the tight condom to fill her daughter with sperm.

Except, in her mind, it was no longer her daughter, it was she herself that was straddling his cock, who was riding him until the rubber broke and she was filled with the adulterous seed.

Zack’s words snapped her back to reality. “I thought you were scared of your mother hearing.”

“I’m horny, so sue me,” Lisa growled. After tossing her panties aside, her hand reached beneath her to hold his cock in place while she lowered her slick pussy upon it. “Let’s just be quick, okay.”

He replied only with a satisfied groan, feeling her tight, warm, wetness surround his dick even though the condom. Lisa pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, stifling a similar sigh as she felt labia spread around the girth of his head, the wide glans rubbing against her walls as his shaft was buried in her tight snatch with the same luxurious care that she took him in her mouth. Another suppressed a third moan, this one by the mother, watching from the door. If it had been comical to see her mouth swallow his dick, it was downright absurd how her tiny slit opened to accept his fat rod.

It was no surprise then that Lisa moved slowly at first, rising and falling on his cock, allowing her pussy to lubricate his thickness so that another inch could sink inside her. From the doorway, Susan watched her daughter impale herself on the large cock, noticing how it began to bend slightly at her entrance before sliding in. Unconsciously she leaned in further, bringing herself out of cover to get a clearer view of her daughter’s clam being worked and stretched out by Zack’s member.

“Take off your top,” Zack requested.

“Ugh this was supposed to be quick,” she argued while grabbing the hem of her tee, and pulling it up over her head.

Shaking out her hair, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, dragging it down her shoulders and tossing it onto the pile with top. Immediately Zack’s hands went for her breasts, grabbing a tit in each hand. His fingers massaged the soft flesh while his palms rubbed against the rough patch of her nipples. Lisa gasped, and thrusted her chest out into his hands as her body continued to bounce on his thick cock.

“You like my boobs?”

“Of course. They’re gorgeous,” he insisted, marvelling at the large tits that overflowed his hands.

“You’ve been talking about my ass so much, I thought you’d forgotten.” She dropped her butt hard on his thighs, his cock pushing deep inside her body.

“Well, let me correct that by showing them some more attention,” he said as he dropped his hands to grab around her waist, anchoring himself to her as he sat up and buried his face between those wonderfully large breasts.

He kissed around the swell of her tit, moving gradually towards her nipple, before sucking the nub itself into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and flicking at it with his tongue. She groaned and rolled her head back while her pelvis ground against him, his long cock speared deep inside her tunnel. With one eye open, Zack glanced again to the door, where Lisa’s mother now leaned back against the door frame, her hand still stretching her panties as she teased her clit. Her other hand was clasped over her mouth, determined not to let her daughter hear.

It was Lisa who stopped him, pushing him away from her nipple and lying him down again. Her fingers spread over his chest, feeling the flesh beneath the shirt before moving gracefully to his buttons. Her ass began to move up and down again, feeding his thick shaft into her pussy while she undid his top. “Fair’s fair,” she told him as she pulled the shirt apart, baring the flesh beneath to her hands. Zack just smiled, and dropped his hands to her hips, gently holding her without controlling her, letting her do all the work of riding him.

The sight of that cock slipping inside her daughter’s hole was too much for Susan to bare. She had to give herself some semblance of the same. Teasing her clit just wasn’t doing the job anymore, she wanted to feel full, as full as Lisa must be. Angling her body and tilting her hips, she offered her pussy to her hand. Using one finger to split her labia, she felt her digits become soaked almost instantly, and added another finger as she pushed them inside of herself, **** to replicate Zack’s girth. Even two proved unsatisfactory and she slid a third in.

Zack could see Susan begin to finger herself and knew as well that it wouldn’t be long until Lisa was alerted to the presence of her mother. And he still has some work to do in order to prepare the hot Latina teen for that.

“Are you close?” he asked, gripping her hips a little tighter.

“Mmm, yeah, just a little more of your cock baby.”

“So what would you do if your mother came up and found us like this right now?”

“Zaaack,” Lisa scowled down at him, but continued riding him, perhaps even a little faster.

Susan’s eyes widened at Zack’s question, wondering if she was about to be outed, and curious about her daughter’s answer. She told herself to stop, but her fingers kept going, working in and out of her body in time with her daughter’s movements on his cock, mimicking the passionate fucking she was giving that large meat.

“Does that mean you’d stop?”

“N-no…” Lisa gasped, heat and pleasure spreading throughout her body, her body practically moving on its own, driving her to higher plateaus of fleshly delight.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t stop? Even if your mother saw you riding my cock right now?”

“I, I’d want to keep going,” Lisa confessed, assuming it to be purely hypothetical. “I need to finish.”

“What would your mom think if she saw you now? Riding this big dick like a pro?”

“Zaaaaack…” Lisa moaned deliriously, her ass slamming down on him now.

The squishy slap of their sweaty bodies drowned out the squelch of her mother’s pussy being pumped full of three fingers, aggressively following her daughter’s rhythm.

“How would she feel?” Zack asked in a hypnotic whisper. “Turned on?”

“No…no way…” Lisa refused to imagine it, but the suggestion spurred on her body, fucking him faster and harder than ever before.

“Would she…want to join in?”

The words passed from his lips with confidence, but he was filled with trepidation. This was the moment of truth.

“Don’t even…joke about that,” Lisa growled, a sense of seriousness returning to her voice for the first time.

“Who’s joking?” Zack said, looking over to the door with a distinctive turn of his head. “Why don’t we just ask her for ourselves?”

Lisa slammed down on Zack’s cock once more as she turned her eyes down upon him. She followed his gaze to the door where her mother slumped back against the frame, half naked. Her mother’s hand was shoved down her panties, fingering herself, the juices that poured out staining her jeans with a dark, wet patch. Evidently, Lisa realized, she had been there for some time, getting off to the sight of her daughter riding a thick, hard cock. Her mother stared back, both frozen and speechless, waiting for an answer to Zack’s question.