Cracking the Cocoon

"What the hell! C'mon, Rachel, knock it off," Clive ordered his wife. Showing how upset he was, Clive pulled his rigid member out of his wife's soaked pussy.

Giggling, Rachel turned over onto her back and gave her husband an impish look. "Aw, don't be so uptight all the time, hun. Live a little."

"Acting like Peyton was one thing, but Lana? That's...****," Clive whispered the last word.

"Just a little fantasy. You wanna bet she doesn't call men daddy during sex?" Rachel teased, causing Clive to shudder.

"That's different. Lots of women like to say that. You do, and you're not thinking of your father."

"Ooh, can you read my mind now, hun?" Rachel said, winking at him before launching into another small, drunken giggle fit. One that reminded him far too much of Lacey for his comfort. "Sorry, sorry, no more, okay. Now put that cock back in me!"

"I don't know. I'm kind of losing interest with all your name dropping."

Leaning forward, Rachel reached to grab hold of his piece of hardwood. "I don't think my Lil' Crimebuster has lost any interest. Maybe he's not as grossed out as you think."

Clive let himself be guided back into his wife's steamy hole. Both of them let out a sigh of pleasure as he reentered the love of his life. Their eyes met, reminding him of the first time he finally noticed Rachel. Coming back from school that summer, his gaze first fell on those same breasts that now swayed back and forth, but it was the moment their eyes met that Clive felt some unexplainable spark. Her appearing disinterested, blowing off his advances, only made that meeting more memorable for the cocky law student. Here was a much younger girl acting like he, Clive Stratton, the scion of a family of respected attorneys, didn't matter. Only later would he learn she had been interested but was wary due to all the attention her breasts brought her.

Watching how the young redhead cared for and loved the young children under her charge that summer at the camp they worked at drew Clive in more and more. Suddenly, he found himself not developing a crush on a girl that would barely speak to him but falling in love. Rachel's kindness and drive to help improve others' lives would cause him to acknowledge the warts in his personality. Looking back on how Rachel changed him, Clive admitted that without her, he would've ended up in a life dominated by selfishness, similar to that of his older brother. And when the golden boy of the Stratton family chose not to join the family law firm, it sent shockwaves throughout the region's legal community. Unable to accept why Clive would decide to become an underpaid, unappreciated, and overworked public defender, the Strattons knew who to blame in Rachel. And to think, they'd have never fallen in love if it hadn't been for the little dog he found. Thanks again, Hutz.

"What you thinking about?" Rachel asked, her breathing becoming more ragged under the steady motion of her husband's fucking.

"How much I love you."

"Aw, I love you too, hun," the redhead replied with a dreamy look. "But I hoped you were getting into some fantasies."

"Rachel..." Clive said with a warning in his voice.

"Nothing wrong...yeah, there...with fantasies. Doesn't mean you want--no, don't stop...there, there...want to do them in real life."

"Yes, dear, I know what the word fantasy means. But using our daughter is crossing the line."

"Ooh, does that mean acting like Peyton isn't? Please, Mr. Stratton, can I intern for you? Would you like your morning cup of coffee and cocksucking?" Rachel tried to mimic Peyton's raspy voice, coming pretty close.

"Hey, I thought that was your morning duty!" her husband responded with a grin, recalling their younger days.

"I thought you said a respected schoolteacher shouldn't behave like--oooohhhh," Rachel cooed after a hard thrust into a perfect spot.

"What happens in our bedroom is no one else's concern. Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes, yes! Just like that, Mr. Stratton. I sooo can't wait until I tell Lana how awesome her dad is at fucking," Rachel grinned to herself at the increased pace of her husband's pistoning. Hmm, looks like Peyton isn't wholly off-limits for a fantasy. "Have you seduced many of our friends, Mr. S.?"

"Just you, ugh!"

"I betcha Lana would listen to you if she knew how great your cock is. Maybe you should tease her with it. Hey!" Rachel shrieked from a particularly too hard thrust from her annoyed husband. "Carrot and stick approach to being a daddy."

"Dammit, Rachel!"

"Whole lot easier to imagine me as a naughty, big-titted redhead than a slender blonde. I'm just saying." Rachel said, switching her voice to sound like her eldest daughter's. She also drew her husband's attention by reaching up to play with her breasts, pinching one nipple. "I bet her rack looks a lot like mine did at her age."

"Don't put those images into my head! It's not fair."

"Wanna try imaging me as a less busty, more innocent ginger? Daddy, my dumb jock of a boyfriend, doesn't know how to fuck. Please, show meeeeeeee!" Mimicking Lacey's voice did it for Rachel, bringing about a fierce orgasm.

"Cupcake?" Clive asked in bewilderment, moments before shooting a massive load into his wife.

Rolling off his wife, both Clive and Rachel laid on the bed, attempting to catch their breaths. Images of Peyton, Lana, and Lacey flooded Clive's brain. Innocent images now stained with the first seeds of corruption.

"Dammit, Rachel, that was not..." Clive's voice trailed off as he noticed his wife had fallen asleep next to him.

A loud shriek of pleasure came from outside the door. I probably don't want to know.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd," JoJo chanted as Sean's mother probed her tongue into the teen's love hole.

It had taken Mrs. Tarver only seconds after JoJo's question about her being with another woman, for Bridget to give her reply in a fiery kiss that curled the brunette's toes. The teenager still didn't understand how the older woman led her to the bed during their kiss, only noticing when the kiss broke off as Mrs. Tarver crawled between her thighs. That's the moment Bridget looked into JoJo's eyes and answered.

"Lots of girls, Jo. Back in my teen years, my friends and I loved to have fun together."

Primed by her modeling of swimsuits, underwear, formal dresses, Sean and Lacey's stories, and the action in the hot tub, JoJo exploded with her first orgasm after only a few licks. The older blonde appeared shocked and amused by JoJo's quick trigger.

"My, aren't you the little firecracker. I bet the whole cabin heard that one," Bridget said, turning toward the door as if she expected someone to come investigating the noise. "Maybe Whitney heard and will hurry back to give me a hand."

Recovering from the most intense orgasm of her life, JoJo shuddered in thrill at the thought of another tongue joining in. Both women took a few seconds to wait: Bridget to see if anyone did indeed come through the door, and JoJo to gather back some strength. Once she did, the teenager moved to prop herself up on her elbows to look at her best friend's mother.

"Thank you, Mrs. Tarver. That was the most incredible thing, like, ever!"

Turning back from the door, Bridget flashed the naive girl a Cheshire grin. "Oh, Jo, we're just getting started."

As the talented, experienced tongue slid back down to her previously untouched treasures, JoJo arched her back in delight. Sean's mom is hot, so fucking hot! A tiny sliver in her brain felt guilt for what Sean would think if he found out about her and his mother, but that thought quickly perished amongst the paradise that was Bridget Tarver's tongue.

Hearing the once reserved teenager chanting out above her would have brought a smile to Bridget's face if her mouth wasn't busy at the moment. It had been a good two decades since she last tasted another woman and slightly longer since she tasted the juices of a virgin. Technically, I guess this is cheating. At least I'm not sucking on a cock and balls, but Leonard still has a right to be pissed. Yet, I also have a right to be pissed at him and helping JoJo find herself is more important than being faithful to a man whose work is his mistress.

"Oh, gawwwdd! Mrs.....Tarrverr! Cuming--gonna cum. Fuuuccckkkk!" JoJo roared again in ecstasy. Her strong legs wrapping around Bridget tightly.

Holy shit! I knew she had a she-devil inside of her. Okay, can't breathe, can't breathe... Bridget thought as she moved back to pry apart the soccer star's legs that were crushing her like a python.

Freeing herself, the MILF gulped in a few lungfuls of air. Checking to see how JoJo was managing after her second quick orgasm in a row, Bridget was met with a dazed teenager's face. One that slowly formed a lopsided grin.

"Good, huh?" the older woman asked, getting a cheery, fast nod in return.

Sliding up the young, athletic body, Bridget's right hand came up to caress her surrogate daughter's cheek. Leaning toward the opposite side of JoJo's face, she began to give her little pecks along her cheek and neckline. Simultaneously, her right hand massaged the girl's earlobe, then her scalp. The series of pecks slowly traveled to the center of her neck, where Bridget gave a few long licks with her tongue before working her way over to the other side of JoJo's face.

The teasing, loving kisses filled the needy girl with contentment. She also realized that Mrs. Tarver's kisses and licks were covering her face and neck in her very own pussy juice. That dirty thought sent a shockwave through her body. Momentarily, she wondered if that's how her face would look and feel from licking a pussy that sat on her face. Or if a guy blasted his load on my face?

This time Bridget could smile when she felt the shivers of pleasure flow through the girl's body. Abandoning her teasing kisses, she brought her mouth to meet JoJo's. Surprisingly, this time, JoJo took the lead on the kiss, snaking her tongue inside the mouth of her best friend's mom. The gusto shown by her new student immensely pleased the teacher. Letting her instincts guide her movements, the recently inexperienced kisser proved to Bridget that JoJo would be a sexual **** to be reckoned with very shortly. Damn, Whitney needs to see this version of Jo. She saw the level of potential even before I did. This girl's enthusiasm, coupled with Whitney's moxie, would be like when Tinny and I got together.

Breaking off their kiss, Bridget couldn't hold back a smile as JoJo desperately tried to keep the kiss going. Telling the girl to wait a moment, the blonde sat up straight, then reached behind her back, unsnapping the hook on her bra. The teen's eyes lit up in surprise and anticipation for what she knew was coming. Waiting until JoJo's eyes met hers, Bridget winked, letting the silver bra fall to the bed.

"See, that hungry look is what makes having big tits such fun," she said, referencing the look of desire on the face of the girl next door. Moving back up toward JoJo's face, Bridget dangled one of her D-cups right over the girl's mouth.

The girlish moan that came from the once shy brunette as she captured the nipple into her mouth caused a tremor down in Bridget's pussy. As her son's best friend gobbled up her tit, the mom's mind cleared from its lustful haze for a moment, allowing her to realize just how wrong and dirty this coupling was to be happening. It might be dirty, it might be wrong, but it's so fucking hot, so fucking right. I don't care who walks in that door; I'm not stopping. They can leave, they can watch, or they can join. Fuck if it's Sean, he can finally pop her cherry while JoJo eats her first pussy.

As JoJo shifted to her other nipple, Bridget's fantasies grew more perverted. If Gabby is the one that walks in, we could relive old times. Just like when we broke in a new cheerleader. If JoJo doesn't want Sean, then maybe Jared and Gabby could be the ones to sandwich her while I play director. If Sean saw that, he might get jealous. Fuck, I really should have recorded this on my phone.

"Alright, that's enough for now. I want to switch," Bridget informed the disappointed teenager.

Still, by this point, JoJo was willing to do whatever Bridget told her to do. The feelings of enjoyment already surpassed those she dreamed about, and late at night in her bed, the teen conjured up some pretty intense fantasies.

"I don't want these girls to feel neglected, not after they came outside for the first time," Bridget remarked, talking to JoJo's young, perky tits and not her face.

"Oh, Mrs. Tarver!" the tigress-in-training squealed as, for the first time in her life, another person sucked on her tits.

It might have been a lifetime ago since Bridget had the opportunity to fool around with another woman, but some experiences never leave a person. Like the proverbial riding a bicycle, Bridget's rusty skills began to oil up as she started to put them in motion. Cupping the breast not being sucked, the blonde MILF lightly traced her fingers around it. Alternating back and forth between the ample goodies, she aggressively played with the breast she currently sucked, licked, and bit while teasing the other.

This dual line of attacks left JoJo delirious in bliss. Already the beginnings of a third eruption formed inside her body. Embarrassed since puberty by the eye-catching mounds on her chest, she couldn't believe how much elation they could bring. Maybe I've been wrong about hating them.

"Now, are you seeing why some people call these funbags?" Bridget asked, pulling her mouth from JoJo's breasts.

"Oh, I do, I do," the teenager cooed as the woman she admired groped, squeezed, and caressed each of her breasts with a hand.

"They should bring you a lifetime of fun if you embrace them. And now is the perfect time in your life to use them to get what you want."

JoJo watched as Mrs. Tarver reached down to grab hold of her hands, hands which had spent most of their time on the bed clutching the sheets. The older beauty brought them up to the sides of the brunette's D-cups, only a little smaller than her own. There she instructed the teen to push her breasts together while Bridget slid her hand down between the girl's legs.

The teenager gave out a sharp breath when the older woman plunged two fingers into her tight pussy. Working them in and out a few times, Bridget issued a question to JoJo. "Soccer or dildo?"

JoJo gave her a look of confusion in reply. So, Bridget repeated the question with a little firmer push into her tight hole. "Oh! Uh, soccer," she answered, finally understanding the question.

"That's what your mother told me, but I wasn't sure if you told her the truth," Bridget revealed, recalling the day an extremely embarrassed Jillian divulged that her daughter hadn't been injured at practice but instead tore her hymen. "Mine was a dildo. It's best that way. Boys never know how to do it properly. Trust me, I should know, I'm a doctor."

Both women shared a short laugh until Bridget brought her soaked fingers up to JoJo's chest. There she spread some of the fluid into the girl's cleavage. Slowly she began to work those two fingers in and out of the valley of boobage.

"A great aspect of having tits like ours is one thing I've always enjoyed. And I think you will too. Tit-fucking. Every single guy you meet will dream of doing it to these glorious gifts. They'll likely beg to do it, but make them earn it. No freebies, you got that?"

Biting her lip, JoJo nodded. The sensation of Mrs. Tarver's fingers mimicking a tit-fucking was quite titillating. Her very active imagination already had her wondering how a hard cock would feel instead of a finger.

"Imagine instead of my finger, what a nice, hot, and hard cock will feel like," Bridget suggested, unknowingly reading the teen's mind. "It will be bigger and be leaking out pre-cum all over these drool-inducing tits.

The experienced blonde recognized the increased arousal her words had on JoJo. To heighten that feeling, she slid her other hand down to the teen's pussy, introducing it to a different hand and finger. Now, performing double duty on her next-door neighbor, Bridget added a third front with her voice.

"Imagine that hard cock sliding in and out belonging to a hot boy at school. Maybe it's a boy on the soccer team who can't control himself after watching these two weapons bounce up and down the field during practice. Overcome with lust, he drags you off to the locker room, where he begs you to let him see them, let him play with them, let him fuck them. Do you?"

"No, I make him work for it," JoJo groaned as her body worked itself closer to eruption again.

"Good, good, you do make him work for it. I say you make him get down on his hands and knees and lick this tasty pussy to two orgasms. Only then should you let him put it in-between your girls. Maybe it's not a teammate, but a coach or teacher. And an older man might be more aggressive, impatient, and not want to give you pleasure first. What then?"

"Tell him to fuck off; he needs to earn it."

"Don't you have a dirty mouth," Bridget chuckled, working her finger around JoJo's pussy, finding what she wanted. "Maybe the guy will want to use that dirty mouth of yours in other ways. Do you let him?"

"Yes, if he can slide his dick up enough, I'll lick it. Suck it."

"Maybe it's not a teammate or coach, but someone much closer to you. Maybe it's say...Sean," Bridget punctuated her words by flicking JoJo's clit at the same time.

"Ooh," the brunette moaned from the pleasure in her pussy. She then thought back to what had just been said, "What?"

"Does that excite you? Having your best friend's cock, my son's cock, fucking these tits. Imagine how hot you would feel knowing even your best friend couldn't control himself around your sexiness."

JoJo stared at her best friend's mother for a solid twenty seconds as the woman's words bounced around her brain. A smile forming on the girl's face heartened Bridget for a few seconds until that smile turned into laughter.

"Mrs. Tarver, I could never do that with Sean. He's my best friend; we're almost like brother and sister. He's the one guy that...just yuck," JoJo put a finger down her throat like she was gagging on something awful while laughing at the suggestion of her and her best friend ever having any sexual contact.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, there's goes that plan for now. She still can't knock that wall down. Hmm, maybe after someone else fucks her, she'll be more open to it. All is not lost yet. Bridget considered a new tactic.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the mood nor your fun. Let's try again, okay?"

Eagerly, JoJo nodded, wanting--no, needing another orgasm. Twice in the last few minutes, she had been close before Mrs. Tarver's actions or words slowed it down.

"Imagine a different person close to you, like an old friend you're seeing again after a long time. Someone say like Jared. Is that cool?" The girl shrugged her shoulders at the name. "Think of my hand like it's his cock sliding up and down. I bet Jared has a big one. His mother's gushed in the past about the size of his father's beast, so he probably inherited a good one."

Noticing that JoJo closed her eyes as she imagined herself and Jared in this position, Bridget smiled to herself. Jared would be a nice consolation prize if she can't be with Sean. He's a good kid at heart, even if he's a little wild like Gabby. And JoJo's known him since they could barely walk. The only other guy who cares as much for her would be Newt, but that poor kid-geesh! Samantha's sheltered that kid far too much; he'll need a miracle worker to bring out the sexual side in him. Lost in her thoughts, it took Bridget a few seconds to realize that JoJo was talking.

"Yeah, like that...slide it...faster, Jared, faster...make me want that big cock of yours," JoJo feverishly mumbled, lost in her fantasy as her orgasm neared its final countdown.

"You like Jared's cock, huh? He's going to cum too. Where do you want it?" Bridget softly asked.

"My tits, my face, everywhere!"

Intrigued by JoJo's answer, Bridget pressed on. "Would that make you happy, having Jared's cum paint your face? Would that be the perfect ending? Or would you want something else?"

"Yes, yes, I want another cock in my pussy too! Pound me both ways! Cover me in cuuummm!!"

Bridget's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped at JoJo wanting two cocks at once. Holy fuck! I think I unleashed a monster.