She Remains Undecided

Lydia jumped awake with a startle, panting heavily as if scared awake, the image of that homeless girl she somehow knew was in the stairwell from the first vivid dream of the night burned into a fading negative upon Lydia’s vision.

Lydia tried to shake the thoughts of being eaten out, and the wilder deeper sex from her dreams as she felt her body buzzing restlessly. A stir crazy need gnawing at her to be recognized.

Getting up out of bed, Lydia left her room without any thought other than to get going with her day in hopes it would settle the fidgety need inside herself.

As she strode naked out of her room she paused, there it was, a gentle squeaking, steady, consistent, and hushed whispers with heavy laden breaths.

Gazing that way Lydia couldn’t help but watch the gentle rocking of Mary back into Mark as they tried to quietly fuck and dissipate their own indescribable restlessness.

Seeing them should’ve shocked, stunned, offended, or embarrassed Lydia.

Instead all she felt was the pining of exactly what she was feeling fidgety for. Watching them Lydia couldn’t help but admire the tense pleasure, the urgent need bridged with increasingly embarrassing feeling inhibition and timid restraint.

As Lydia’s own hands began to roam her skin she grew conscious of how naked, and exposed she was there. Watching the gentle sway of her daughter’s small breasts, the slow, obviously frustratingly controlled pull, and push of Mark's cock away from, and towards Mary’s ass.

Lydia felt a strangely satisfying thrill as she moaned softly, squeezing a breast and probing a finger upon her pussy. A slight sideways glance from Mark provoking less hesitation and a more pressing toying of Lydia’s pussy and breasts as he locked eyes, and acted.

Mary barely objected for a moment, as Mark firmly pressed her face into her pillow and his thrusts grew rapid, the impact of their flesh thunderously applauding as he lost any inclination to stay slow and quiet, watching as Lydia dropped to her knees, the squelch of her fingers teasing her wet pussy, and her moans obscured by the no longer inhibited rutting.

Mary's hands clenched the pillow over her ears, her cries of pleasure failing to be properly silenced by the pillow as her own noises kept her oblivious, and the pillow blinding her mother there outside her open room door.

Mary knew she should be stopping this, halting Mark. But from the moment they had awoken still entwined from the night before, they had fought to keep quiet, to just slowly and quietly get themselves off, and then deal with the accidental inexplicable sleepover.

But now all she could consider was to damn it. She acknowledged how wrong it was, how much it wronged her having dreams of the too real orgy with her mother there the night before.

Had she known her mother was watching, Mary would’ve had to actually face the ordeal she could barely conceive of as she basked in the all too good fuck her boyfriend was delivering.

Mary wasn’t sure she could even try to stop if her mother caught her.

Dark perverse ideas stirred of her mother catching her, Mary unknowingly growing louder and less concealed in her growing pleasure as she lost herself in the fantasy of getting caught.

Her wild thoughts weighted with the idea of her and Mark fucking non-stop, ignoring any intervention or words from her mother.

If anything Mary though about how they'd go harder, and more performative. After all, if they were caught why continue to try keeping quiet?

The idea that Marry would tackle her own mother, and holding Lydia down as Mark kept fucking Mary to their chosen fulfillment provoked a fire of arousal and outright screams.

“FUCK ME!”

Lydia helplessly played with herself gazing up and down her daughter and Mark as they gloriously rutted before her. Her eyes, and licked lips clearly communicated how she felt each time they met Mark’s.

This was only natural, the raw natural desire, the gnawing hunger for passion. The idea that it was only natural, and good to get off, to watching other people getting off took further root. It didn’t matter that this was her own daughter, that her boyfriend was bareback and very capable of breeding the slut his cock was thrusting into.

It was just another slut, sharing herself, and being enjoyed for it. Whilst enjoying herself.

As Mark cried out in release, Mary reared her head upwards gasping in orgasmic pleasure. Their peak hit, Mary promptly collapsed breathing deeply, her body limp with pleasure as the Idol fed upon the recent sexual frenzy.

Mark however pulled his cock out of Mary’s cunt with a look to Lydia with intent as he stepped off the bed, enthralled by the temptations whispered to him by the Idol’s influence. Its hold having grown deeper, and more controlled by the perverse situation it had executed upon the apartment dwellers.

Had Mary not found herself so suddenly sapped, and preoccupied by the Idol muddling her thoughts she might have been more aware of Mark getting off her bed. More alert to having the slow corruption of the Idol’s influence saturating her slowly in the relaxed afterglow of her orgasm.

Mary might’ve even been able to stop her marinating in its post coital influence.

But as Mary basked in the strangely lazy after glow of Mark fucking her, her naked boyfriend confidently got up and strode towards the door. His mind was hazy with lust and pleasure, his cock throbbing some how for more still, as what lucid thoughts he had languished in the porn like scenario he was stepping towards.

A porn like scenario that was failing to disappoint. As his cock came within reach of Lydia’s lips he gasped and groaned, looking upwards in pleasure as he felt the warm lips easily engulfing his cock and moaning at the taste of the pussy off it.

After the first moment of disbelief Mark looked down, shaking his head. It was wrong, so wrong that he was even thinking about this, never mind actually having the lips of his girlfriends mother sucking his cock.

Tasting her just fucked daughter off of him.

Mark couldn’t bear to pull away, the tug of Lydia’s slurping along his shaft, the tease of her tongue across his head.

The firm, needy grip of her hands upon his hips.

The taboo forbidden nature of it all.

Lolling his head, Mark saw Mary, laying there, appearing to have dozed off in bliss. Her naked body sprawled out like the centerpiece of a crime scene.

The only crime being her boyfriend slowly starting to stroke his hands through her mom’s hair. His resistance contained to thoughts, and silent pleas for someone to stop him.

For someone to give him some reason not to.

As his body acted enthralled by the Idol’s guidance. “Oh god…” Mark groaned as his hands suddenly hovered helplessly, his eyes locked with Lydia’s, her pupils large and hungry as the void as she face fucked herself with ease.

Mark soon found his hips reflexively thrusting with the pull of Lydia’s hands, her hair loosely within his grasp.

“I'm gonna…” Mark muttered before a scream of pleasure erupted from his lips, the skyward glance quickly disrupted as he gazed down to watch.

Lydia had hardly a thought, or a consideration of what to do through the whole act. She felt herself being guided through mindless instinct, her mind saturating in the perverse pleasure of knowing she had consented to this, she had wanted this, and now she had been used two fold.

As the warm cum erupted she pulled off Mark's cock, freeing his load to spew across her face, and chest. Lydia knew it was all a display for Mark. A true, undeniable invite for more.

An experience of pleasure stained upon his mind, as he breathed heavily, bracing himself against the door frame as Lydia rose from her knees.

“Pity, I don’t have someone to lick me clean.” There it was, Lydia knew the voice of her tormentor during the last of her sleeping hours.

As questions of where the words and voice came from teased at her thoughts her hands guided Mark to a nipple, Lydia quaking and shivering in climax as he fumbled it between his lips, licking and toying it. Sweetness teased at his tongue, luring his lips tighter around it until Mark suckled upon it, tasting her tainted milk, and with sudden arousal and rejuvenation fondled and feasted upon her breasts.

As Mark fed upon her corruption, Lydia delighted in its release. Any resistant thought, or **** at how she had been perverted and used allayed by the pleasurable reward.

As Mark went to switch breasts, he fell down upon Lydia as her knees buckling from the orgasmic reward of her servitude.

Lydia openly embraced the idea to get fucked next, any concern for her daughter forgotten in the growing desire as Lydia spread her legs, exposing her wet folds to the man a top of her.