Stacie's Mom has got it goin' on

"McGill?! I know that's your car out there! The clerk told me what room you were in! McGill!" she heard. Stacie's heart sank. It was her mother. The loud knocks echoed through the hotel room. One by one, Johnnie, Jack, and Jim slid into the bathroom with her. Jack started to open the window that led to the back of the hotel. Johnnie didn't see what the big deal was until Jim whispered something that sounded like "might have lied about her age" to him.

Johnnie was through the small window within 10 seconds. "Stacie? Are they gone?" Mr McGill asked in a harsh whisper while her mother pounded on the door.

"Yeah." she answered, tossing a stray shoe out the window." McGill sighed in relief.

"Alright. Just stay in the bathroom. I'll handle this." He said. She whispered her her agreement and quietly closed the door. She heard him walking to the hotel door, and work the latch.

"Where the FUCK is she!?" Stacie heard her mother scream.

"Elizabeth...Liz, just calm down. Calm down. What the hell are you talki..." was all he got out when she heard her mother slap him hard.

"Son of a bitch! You think I can't smell it!? You think I don't know what scrambled sheets and a pile of towels by the bed means?! How could you, you son of a bitch!?" she heard followed by another slap. "How..."

McGill turned his read cheek back to face her. He stared at Stacie's mother. She was a stunning woman with blonde-highlighted brunette hair that fell in loose curls down her shoulders. She still wore her work clothes; a tight gray sweater with a pinskirt and heels. While Stacie had moderately large breasts, her mother's were simply huge in comparison nearly DDD size. She'd kept her hourglass figure from her time as track and field star in high school. In fact, she'd been in McGill's graduating class...

"I won't let her do this to herself! I won't..UGH!" Stacie heard. She dared to open the door a sliver to peek out. Mr McGill had grabbed a handful of her mother's hair and tossed her onto the bed.

"Listen, bitch! You sucked my cock to get her onto the team. Shit, you let Coach Hammond fuck your sluthole to get her younger sister on the swim team, and me your ass to make Stacie team captain!" Stacie gasped. She'd had to wait in the car a few times after practice while Mr McGill and her mother had "conferences" at the end of the school day. She thought back to the time she'd came out shaking. At the time, Stacie thought it was at excitement for her making team captain. Now she knew better...

"You don't think I forgot what happened after the Homecoming game our senior year; when you waltzed into the team's locker room wearing only a sweater and knee-high boots and took every cock into your sluttish cunt just cause they won a regional title, do you?!" Elizabeth looked down at her lap, blushing badly.

"I was different back then...I was the head cheerleader and..."

"And you sucked and fucked a room full of football players to be "popular". Myself included in case you'd forgot. And now you are fucking a couple of loser high school coaches so your daughters can make the teams and be just as popular as you were. Take off your panties. I'm sure they are soaked by now. I can see you working your thighs together."

Elizabeth shot him a hateful look. "What? Fuck you! Why should I do that?" Her smooth face and pouty lips was rigid, but her neck and chest were flush with blood, her eyed dilating in exhilaration at the thought of what would come next.

"Why? I'll tell you. Cause your daughter is hiding in the bathroom, washing up. Now as far as you know she is washing up from a hard practice session and I beat off thinking about her, explaining the sheets and the cumstains. She's heard all about you now. You don't even want to think about what all she might have done tonight; and I am sure that Goodie-Two Shoes pansy you married definitely won't want to. Now you either show your daughter what a whore you are, or I'll get the rumor mill started so fast your husband Reuben will hear about it by Bible study this weekend.

"You soulless motherfucker..." she heard her mother say in a whispered tone. "Fine. Punish me then." Her eyes went wide when her own mother kneeled onto the bed, her ass raised in the air. She slid her dark green silk panties down her pantyhosed legs and over her heeled shoes. She tensely awaited McGill's cock as was evidence on her fluttering eyelids and quivering lips when he slid his boxers back down. He pushed the pinskirt up over her gorgeously round and tone ass. With one fast, savage thrust, Stacie saw Mr McGill penetrate her luscious mother. She arched her back, and grunted "If only there were more...."

Stacie reeled back. She'd heard rumors that her mother was a bit promiscuous; but never this...this blasphemy! Her heart pounded in her chest. "Maybe..." she thought, biting her lip. "Maybe its something in the family..." She couldn't imagine what her Dad would think of this. He was a Boy Scout troupe leader, a youth minister, and about as bland as could be.

She heard her mother whimper as the coach started thumping into her with hard, wet slaps. Stacie saw her Mom's mouth hang open as she panted. She was driving her hips back to meet his thrusting cock; Mr McGill's hands sliding under her sweater to grab handfuls of titflesh. He looked up at the crack in the door, and smiled at Stacie.

"Say, isn't your youngest daughter Kelly celebrating her 18th birthday this weekend? How about I drop by for the party?" Mr McGill said. Elizabeth arched her neck and glared at him. He playfully slapped her face, causing her grind back against him hard. "You'd like that, right? I'll be sure to bring the school's basketball team and introduce her."

"Ugh!" Her mother cried out, her legs quivering. "Fuck..fuck you...Ohhh!" Stacie turned away, not wanting to believe her own mother was getting off on the thought of her and her sister being used like that. Her loud, long gasps and moans as Mr McGill described what the team would do to all three of them while they made her father watch left no doubt in her mind just how much her mother enjoyed this.

Stacie glanced at the mirror, and froze. She'd been unconsciously rubbing herself. She blushed badly as she brought her soaking wet fingertips up to look at just as Mr McGill grunted loudly. She looked back. Her mother was face-up clawing at the sheets, her mouth open and eyes tight in a silent, intense orgasm as Mr McGill emptied his balls into the quivering woman with each hard, deep thrust. His rough hands mauled her heavy breasts and sweat poured down his forearms.

Stacie slowly opened the door. "Mom..."