Sally gets hers

"Do my boys have one more in them before we call it a night?" Sally asked. She sat on the edge of her bed, stroking the skin of her naked son Peter, as his penis throbbed toward another erection. "Oh, let me get that." She took a tissue and removed Peter's spent condom.

Sally's husband Jim sat at the head of the bed. "I'd say we've got one more," Jim said. His slim, circumcised cock was firmly erect. "But we should call it there so we're not bad hosts to Bryan and Kathryn in the morning."

Peter's girlfriend Sandy -- his fiancée, if things went the way they were looking -- lay next to Peter. Sandy was blonde like Sally, but with softer, rounder curves than Peter's mother's willowy figure. Sandy tilted her head up and smiled at Jim, who smiled back.

Sandy had gotten to know Jim and Sally at a series of sex parties her sister Peggy had introduced her to. Jim and Sally impressed her as mature and confident, and Sandy had enjoyed sex with them frequently at the parties before she met Peter. She had started to date Peter before she knew who his parents were -- in fact, it all came together when she invited Peter to join her at one of the parties.

And here they were, all together, home early from a cruise that was like a running sex party that had pulled in Bryan and Kathryn, plus Amber from the ship's staff. Amber had invited them to keep in touch and Bryan and Kathryn had come home with them to continue the party.

Sally caught Sandy's gaze, then looked to the others with a sparkle in her eye. "How about everyone gets me my O, then I'll loll in a golden haze and watch the rest of you?"

Sandy, Peter, and Jim looked at one another, looked again, and nodded.

"Sure mom," Peter said. The cruise had brought Sally and her son together, and it was no doubt they would continue as long as they had Sandy's blessing.

"Your wish is our command, sweetheart," Jim said.

Sandy laughed. "Our pleasure."

Peter sat up. "Let's get her," he said. "All pile on Mom!"

Sally shrieked. Peter took her by her shoulders and threw her back on the bed. Sandy dived to cover Sally's belly and hold her hips down. Jim sized things up. He leaned down to Sally's head, holding her by the hair, and met her eyes. Sally laughed.

"Okay, you asked for it," Jim said. "You're gonna get fucked." He put his lips to her ear and whispered. "'Cause you've been so good, my dirty girl."

"Ooooh," Sally whimpered, her broad mouth pouting.

"You good?" Jim whispered.

"Oooh good," Sally said.

"If she talks dirty, keep her mouth busy," Jim told Peter.

Sandy wrestled her arm between Sally's legs.

"Ohhh!" Sally called out as the younger woman's forearm mashed up against her vulva. "That's not fair," she said. She pressed back, riding Sandy's arm. "It feels so good."

Sandy laughed, enjoying the feeling of Sally's wet cunt riding her tensed arm. She shifted her weight and tickled Sally's belly. Sally laughed and relaxed her legs. Sandy put a hand under Sally's knees and opened her wide. The heady scent of Sally's aroused wetness tickled Sandy's nose.

"Oh shit!" Sally protested. She struggled, but Sandy and Peter held her down to the bed.

Peter searched his mom's face, making sure it was still all in fun. "Mom?"

Sally winked at him. "'S OK," she breathed. "Pull my hair. Hold me down."

Peter took two big handfuls of his mother's blonde hair and closed his fists, pulling it tight, and leaned his weight on her. His mom's soft, smallish breasts pressed against his bare chest.

Sally's face flushed pink. She struggled against Peter and Sandy, but they held on tight, and Sally's legs stayed wide open.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Sally cried out.

"Get ready, Sal, you're gonna get fucked," Jim said. "Here."

"You DICK!" Sally cried out as Jim entered her. Her face softened as Jim started thrusting. "Oh fuck," she said. "Fuck yes. Ooh yes."

Jim's face quickly changed as he felt Sally respond to his thrusts, squeezing her muscles and pressing back. His cock swelled. "Oh, hon you're too hot," he said. "Sandy, get in the saddle." He held Sally's knees up and back as he withdrew.

"Awww," Sally whined. "Ooooh," she sighed as Sandy settled between her legs and pressed down, mons to mons. Their golden bushes mingled. "Oooh you want to party, girl?" Sally said. "Pussy party?"

"Yeah," Sandy said. "My pussy likes your pussy," she said. "She wants to hug and kiss her." Sandy pressed down, then slid a bit, rubbing and grinding, getting wet on wet.

"Oooh yeah," Sally said. "Ride me, Sandy."

Peter sat up so Sandy could lean down face to face with his mom as Sandy rode her. Sally breathed in deeply as Peter's weight rose from her chest.

"You're so great, Mrs. Walker," Sandy gushed, pretending to the role of a naïve young woman. "My girlfriends never let me do this." She humped Sally in a missionary position, grinding their pussies together.

"Bring them over," Sally said. She laughed. "We'll show 'em. We'll change their minds." She pressed up at Sandy. "Oooh. I love a girl between my legs." Sally grinned, her broad mouth curving with pleasure.

Sally's arms were free again, and she reached a hand down to where Sandy was pressed up against her.

"Ooh Mrs. Walker," Sandy said. Her face tightened.

"Ooh you're wet," Sally said. "Is that from me, girl? I thought you were all about the boys."

"I am," Sandy panted. "All about the boys. And the girls."

Peter watched as his mom fingered his girlfriend. Fingered herself, too. His cock throbbed, fully erect, and his face and chest were flushed with excitement. He could feel the fatigue of the long day, but it hadn't caught up to him yet.

"Ooh, me too!" Sally said. "I'm all about the boys and the girls. And the boys and the boys and the girls and the girls," she said giddily. Sally strummed her fingers faster. "The hard boys and the wet girls."

"Oh," Sandy said, still riding between Sally's legs. "Oh." Sally's fingers jilled faster. "Wet."

"Wet little sweeties hot for slit," Sally crooned.

Sandy fell forward against Sally's chest, her big pillows pressing Sally's smaller ones. Sandy put her hands into Sally's hair and crushed their lips together.

"MMf mmmf!" they moaned into each other. Sandy thrust her hips, riding Sally's deft fingers. Sally kept her legs spread wide to feel Sandy's weight on her.

Sandy's head jerked up and back, then jolted down. Her golden face flushed pink, and she called out as she orgasmed. "Ah, ah, ah, fa, mah, hah, Hnnnnh!"

"I love that, sweetie," Sally said. Her head cradled in Sandy's fingers, she looked up into the younger blonde's eyes.

Peter felt a touch of dizziness seeing his mom bring his girlfriend off. He breathed deeply.

Sandy unsteadily dismounted, falling to her side on the bed next to Sally Walker.

Sally Walker's pussy lay open in front of Peter's eyes, the pink folds wet and swollen, the golden hair already a bit damp.

"You're up, Pete," Jim said.

Peter moved forward. He bent down to kiss her wetness.

Sally giggled. "In!"

Five, Peter thought. Just this week, I'll have been up my mom five times. Five times ever.

"Ah!" Peter said as her wetness took him in and her warm skin pressed against his chest. "I love you Mom."

"I love you Pete," she said. She tousled his blond hair. "This way and all ways." She smiled. "Now move your buns, son."

Peter laughed and started thrusting, working up to a rhythm.

Jim smiled, watching his son and his wife together. The cruise had been the hothouse that let their desires wake and bloom. And Jim's own desires. His cock throbbed, remembering the feel of Peter moving under him when Jim, Peter, and Sally had joined together as three.

Peter's heart thumped with excitement. If he hadn't come a few minutes before, he would not have been able to last. He stroked into Sally, long and deep, feeling her squeeze on him.

Sandy's eyes were on Peter's flexing buttocks. She loved to watch her boyfriend's tight buns move, whatever he was doing, as long as she was with him. The moist, heavy scent of sex filled the bedroom and tickled her nose. She shifted her gaze to his face. She smiled when Peter glanced her way.

"Oh you've got it," Sally crooned. "Like that, like that, more, more..."

Peter's face grew pink and damp as he thrust harder and faster, meeting his mother's movements under him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ooohhh," Sally chanted as she rose toward her climax.

Sandy and Jim watched the faces of the couple straining together.

"Ah HA!" Sally called out. She wrapped her heels around Peter's buttocks and dug in, pulling him into herself. Her body tightened and trembled as she reached the top, then shook with the contractions of her orgasm.

Peter stayed with her, holding steady or thrusting gently until Sally finally relaxed, loose and limp into the bed.

Peter kissed Sally before he dismounted, his hard cock glistening with her clear wetness.

"Heh," Sally started. "Heh." She waved to the others. "Your turn."