Love on all sides

Mark looked down upon what lay before him…

He had been dragged into the already crowded bathtub, and before he had even been entirely undressed. But luckily, after he had managed to empty his bladder. He still felt enough like something inside him was going to burst or explode without worrying he was going to end up pissing himself all over this particular vision.

There lay Stacy. The girl who had taken his virginity, and perhaps stolen something else heavy and leaden from his chest; and who yet continued to give and take everything he possibly had. She lay naked, with legs spread wide. Up onto the sides of the bath he had soaked in at least once a week since he was far too young to remember. That teasing, winking, desperately-hungry grin upon her face. The one that told you she was far beyond even her own limited amount of control over her endless sexual appetite. That there was no possible way of refusing her demands to be ravaged here and now, until every ounce of you had been poured out into her and both of you had collapsed panting and exhausted. Because if you did not… she would be forced to run out into the street and find anyone else who would. That was what he was coming to know of her… as she grew and changed and found that sense of self and freedom that she had clearly always craved: She simply could not stop it now. She couldn’t say ‘no’, forget wouldn’t.

And behind her lay his Mother. Also naked… as much as she must have lain with him all those 18 years ago when he had been born. She had tried to warn him. Tried to wake him up to what he already knew… but this... Once again he was reminded that there was an awful lot about who his parent was as a woman, that he really didn’t know about. Hints from her past that she had tried ever so hard not to let slip. Until here she was in front of him, holding his friend’s pussy open so that he could slide himself inside. Stacy looked so gloriously happy, her face flanked by those other pair of breasts spilling out over her shoulders. If they had belonged to anyone else, Mark would have been utterly over the moon to see her so framed. Another perfect picture of debauchery he would only wanted to capture, keep and share. As it was… his erection throbbed painfully against the squeamish idea that he really shouldn’t have it. He really shouldn’t be here… staring at all those layers of soft curves. He really shouldn’t be leaning closer, to let Stacy take hold of his phallus and rub it against those pink folds of hers.

She slipped him inside of her, down beneath the waterline. He felt that familiar clench of her inner muscles. A space he had occupied so many times by now, thrusting his way into adulthood by the grip of her tight, inner passages. How many times in the past had he dreamed of having two naked women splayed out before him at the same time? Never had he imagined one of them might be one he knew so well. He tried to look up to meet Stacy’s eyes. To at least find proof that she was getting off on this as much as she surely would be… But, of course, she had them closed. Savouring the warmth and press of the moment. Sandwiched as she was between a mother-son tag team. So instead, Mark accidentally met the other pair of waiting eyes up there… and found himself caught in them as his hips began to move. In and out. In and out. The comfortable warmth of the water subtly changing the experience of sliding himself in and out of that hole that knew him well. His Mother tried to smile, clearly struggling to adjust to this as much as he was… but drawn in now irreversibly. It was happening. They could not turn back or deny it. Both were simply trying to accept the guilty pleasure and excitement that was accompanying it. It was all so wrong... But they were doing it anyway! And that was a joy unbearable to thrust their way through. Everything felt like it was in slow motion and magnified.

Stacy’s heart was beating at a million miles per minute. It was all so incredibly hot. She never would have believed she could live out such a twisted fantasy. It was into the realms of the most badly acted pornos, but yet it was happening to her… as she lived and squirmed. Mark’s thrusts were only increasing and yet she could feel Ms Jay pushing back, propping her up to let her son penetrate deeper and deeper. The older woman had been groping and squeezing her breasts as the cock plunged in below. However, now one of those hands snaked down to form a ‘V’ over where it kept burying itself over, and over again. The massaging press of Melanie’s palm against the teenager’s clit added more and more to the wonderful mass of feelings growing in her abdomen. They really were each doing their part in fucking her! Working as a familial team to march her onward towards an incredible orgasm she could already feel brewing. Every part of the household that had adopted her so warmly, now melded in together in the ways she felt everything should be. When Mark finally shuddered his way through several spurts of semen inside of her, Stacy grabbed him and pulled him close. Sucking at his neck and squishing herself between the two bodies as tightly as could be. Over her shoulder… they now had nowhere else to go. They were face to face, caught up in the overflow of this climax.

She didn’t see if they kissed… but she hoped they did. They both deserved a kiss.