Two Blondes and a Guy

“Chop chop!” Whitney ordered, clapping her hands.

Standing near the den’s door, the teenager's actions caused Bridget to look up slightly from the stack of photos she’d resumed browsing. With barely a glance in the girl’s direction, the doctor asked what was wrong now.

“Dad ordered me to have sex with Sean,” Whitney boasted, absolutely loving the unusual directive. Another pair of claps followed, “Hurry up, boy. Time’s a-wastin’!”

“Stop treating me like your dog,” Sean barked, hobbling halfway down the hall.

“I never had a dog. Dad said I wasn’t responsible enough and Frida shouldn’t be **** to pick up the slack. She did that later when Dad’s lovers brought over their dogs,” Whitney admitted. “Plus, my mother doesn’t like pets.”

“Shocker,” Bridget muttered.

“Mom!” Sean exclaimed, spotting Bridget at the desk. “Do you need anything? Any help? I can scan those pictures if you want. Please!”

Whitney threw out her arms in disgust.

“The Hell, Tarver? You act like getting to screw this is a chore or some shit,” the current queen bee complained, running her hands down her figure before cupping her breasts.

“You’re bossy!” Sean proclaimed, waving his arms around for effect. The movement caused him to stagger and bang against the wall. “Way, way too bossy.”

Slightly cocking her head to the side, Whitney’s eyeing up of her savior felt like the eye of a hurricane. The inevitable storm would arrive shortly, and it did.

“I wouldn’t need to be so bossy if you knew what you were doing! Fuck! Didn’t Beyza teach you anything?”

“What? Beyza and I were each other’s firsts.”

“Wow, a pair of helpless virgins. Lack of experience sure explains your piss poor performance in bed, Seanie,” Whitney declared, shaking her head. “I need to order you around to take care of my needs, Mr. Clueless.”

“You order everybody around all the time, princess!”

“Well, you just lay there like a dead fish. You’d probably have a wet noodle if it weren’t for your pain pills. And I’m a queen, not a princess.”

“Oh. My. Gawd! I got hurt rescuing you. Remember?! And I don’t just lay there. I’ve moved around. A little.”

I swear, Peyton and Sean never fought this much. Not even when they were little, Bridget groaned in her head. However, she also took issue with some of Whitney’s statements.

“Actually, Whitney, I thought Sean did a fine job last night. He certainly took care of my needs. My very experienced needs,” Bridget stated, making eye contact with the younger blonde.

“Brid…get!” Whitney whined, drawing out her name.

The current cheerleader captain stretched her hands out while shooting Sean’s mother a glare as if silently yelling at her for ruining the joke she played on her son. With Whitney’s back to Sean, he missed the unspoken exchange.

“You see? My mom said I was fine.”

“Fine? Fine?!” Whitney repeated incredulously as a smirk formed before she turned around to face her new favorite teasing target. “So just being fine is good enough for you? Well, it’s not for me! And it’s not for a guy now attached to my hip. I have a reputation to uphold, Sean. You’re not ruining that when I start booking appointments for Dr. Sean. And I’d say that your father left your mom quite rusty in bed. So she doesn’t realize how limited you are.”

“Oh, I’m rusty? I don’t think your exhausted father would agree,” Bridget pointed out while standing up. “Perhaps I should observe this time. I think a review might be necessary. I can provide critiques and suggestions.”

“Sean can definitely use some suggestions,” Whitney wisecracked.

“I was talking about your performance, dear,” Bridget quipped.

Aghast at the implication, the bossy blonde needed to be herded into the master suite nearly as much as Sean did. Bridget did so with a few gentle pushes. Once inside, the older woman increasingly took charge upon pointing a finger at Whitney when she opened her mouth to argue about her bedroom performances.

More gestured orders followed, leading Sean to stand still at the foot of the bed. Whitney immediately sulked and pouted when positioned near Sean, who winked at her. Hands went to the younger blonde's hips as she mouthed threats at her rescuer.

“Alright, let’s start by undressing our patient,” Bridget announced. “Now, aren’t you glad I made you wear regular clothes?”

“Pajamas are quicker to take off,” Whitney responded before Sean could. She’d lost that battle earlier to Bridget, leading Sean to put on a button-up shirt and a pair of Harvey’s loose shorts. With his soft cast, jeans weren’t an option.

“However, Sean needed to look presentable.” Bridget held up a finger to stop Whitney’s comeback. “And I proved correct. You wouldn’t have wanted to look like a bum in front of Ranger Young, would you? I saw you checking her out, honey. You were about as subtle as Harvey.”

“Yeah, Dad does do that,” Whitney remarked. However, her calm tone led Bridget to suspect that the teen thought her father only looked when it came to the sexy ranger.

“Honey?’ Bridget prodded, as Sean hadn’t replied.

“She’s…alright looking.”

“Alright? Tori is the best! I just love her. She makes my stays up here wonderful,” Whitney gushed. “If I weren’t planning to take over DC, I’d love to have her job.”

“Really?” Sean repeated, unable to keep from chuckling at the possibility.

“What the fuck is funny about that?” Whitney challenged. “I love nature and the park.”

“I suspect Sean’s having a hard time, myself as well, picturing a girly-girl such as yourself playing tomboy in the woods, dear,” Bridget explained, undoing Sean’s top button.

“I played in the woods all the time as a kid. It’s Cat, the real girly-girl, who got lost and needed Tori to save her. That’s how we met. Tori was a rookie but already awesome!” Whitney raved about the ranger. “She a close friend.”

“Yes, I gathered as much. I seem to keep hearing about Sean, Whitney, and Skye at the hot springs and how Ranger Young kept you three out of trouble. I think I need to know more,” Bridget said, continuing to undo her son’s shirt.

“N-Nothing happened!” Sean squeaked, causing Whitney to roll her eyes at his prudishness.

“I’ll show you the pictures and videos later,” Whitney informed Bridget. The younger blonde shook her head at how Sean blanched upon the mention of videos. “Seriously, Seanie, your mom already rode your cock last night. Stop getting all squirmy.”

“Hmm, so is Torrance your version of Ranger Roger? I know your dad talks about following him around as a kid,” Bridget queried while pulling Sean’s shirt off while standing behind him.

“I don’t know, I guess. Tori’s more of a friend than a mentor. Not that I didn’t learn stuff from Roger and Chief Colburn. They often showed me tricks of the park after I got lost–I mean, after I discovered changes around the park,” Whitney said, hurriedly attempting to gloss over her history of getting lost repeatedly in the large park. “Actually, all the rangers are pretty cool.”

“Even Ranger Slover? I hear he’s not too popular around here,” Bridget recalled, unbuckling Sean’s belt.

“Ehh, I guess I need to be nice to Boone since he helped save me,” Whitney begrudgingly admitted. “I’ve known Nelly almost the longest, besides Roger and the chief. Her grandfather was the previous chief, and she’d always come up to visit the lake even after he retired. I guess she kind of babysat me, but Nelly’s a flirt. So, it was more like I tagged along when she searched for boys.”

“Wow, I bet that was weird for you,” Sean laughed, earning an admonishment from his mom, who lightly slapped his shorts-covered bulge.

“That other female ranger seemed nice,” Bridget carried on, lowering Sean’s pants to the floor. “Rachel appears interested in setting her up with Finn. It sounds like they had a connection.”

“Clea? Wow, she’s usually standoffish. Kinda mysterious. I mean, she is hot. I just didn’t think she’d be Finn’s type,” Whitney responded.

“Clea? Oh, I meant Apple. The redhead. I believe she’s new.”

“The new ranger started? I knew one was starting soon, but I never met her,” Whitney replied before raising her eyebrows as Sean’s boxers hit the floor. “I thought you weren’t in the mood.”

“Don’t underestimate my boy, girly,” Bridget warned. “He’s learning he’s got plenty of his mother inside him.”

“Yeah, I know. He got it all inside of you last night,” Whitney joked. She untied her robe, and with a shrug of her shoulders, it dropped to the floor. Next, the teasing teen shimmied her panties down, too. Once naked, she posed. “See? Pajamas are better.”

Despite his arguments, Sean’s reactions to Whitney’s naked body continued. He found himself in a daze as he gazed in marvel at the small areolas and hard nipples on her large breasts. The mouthwatering sight caused him to lick his lips, which his mother caught with a grin. And when Whitney turned slightly to the side to expose her toned ass, Sean’s cock twitched noticeably.

“Time for you, Dr. Bee,” Whitney announced, walking up to Bridget.

“Hey, I’m just an observer.”

“And you have to be naked to watch. My cabin, my rules.”

“It’s your father’s cabin,” the older blonde pointed out.

“Same thing,” the younger blonde stated, unsnapping the button on Bridget’s jeans. “Let’s shake things up by starting at the bottom.”

A pair of expensive-looking pink lace panties appeared. A matching demi bra followed, which struggled mightily to hold in Bridget’s bountiful breasts. Whitney cheekily stood on her tiptoes to peer over the MILF’s shoulder to study the D-Cup dam.

“Pink? I didn’t think you had the cute princess look in you, Bridget.”

“You saw them the other night,” Sean’s mother replied, which caused him to show a shocked expression. Sean knew about last night, but Whitney’s words implied more. Bridget easily read his face. “Not like that, honey. Whitney and I were helping JoJo with upgrading her undergarment selection.”

“Yeah, you should see your bestie in my bras, Seanie. She can sure fill them,” Whitney teased, loving how uncomfortable any talk about JoJo’s girl parts made him. “Should I schedule an appointment for Miss Gibble?”

“No!”

The two blondes matched eye rolls.

They both also noticed how Sean’s dick responded and couldn’t have that reaction. Whitney quickly found a way to counteract the blood flow.

“Oh, no! The Bridget Dam burst!” Whitney shrieked, unhooking the bra. She swiftly helped further the exposure by pulling down both straps. The intended result occurred as Bridget’s tits popped out, exposing them in all their glory to an entranced Sean.

The mother couldn’t help but giggle at her son’s reaction. Most people wouldn’t find the circumstances adorable, yet she did. Cute and amusing would be how she described Sean’s reactions each time he saw his mom’s or Whitney’s breasts. And the blonde teen would never admit it, but she loved how mesmerized Sean became. It filled her with a sense of pride.

Sean only managed to pry his attention away from those magnificent mounds because of the movement from the pink panties sliding down his mother's shapely legs. Seeking attention and wanting to put on a show, Whitney pushed her hands out from between Bridget's lower legs with a wiggling wave. Then, she ran them up the gorgeous doctor's sleek legs until she reached the ultimate honeypot. Ensuring that Sean watched, Whitney ran two fingers along Bridget's lower lips, capturing some secretions. Finally, popping her head around the right leg, Whitney smirked at her rescuer before sliding those two fingers into her mouth, adding a loud suctioning.

SMACK

“Hey, I’m just an observer!” Bridget squeaked after getting her ass spanked hard.

“As if we’d fall for that one. Get ready to do a little watching, Seanie,” Whitney announced.

Accustomed to being in charge, Whitney took the lead when presented with the opportunity. Although slightly shorter than the older blonde, she applied gentle pressure to Bridget’s shoulders, causing her to lower herself a bit. Then, Whitney bent her lips down to where her right hand had been.

A series of small pecks moved from the end of Bridget’s shoulder to her neck. Soft lips traced up the craned neck until reaching the right-side cheek. Suddenly, Sean watched Whitney pull back to move over a few steps. His head and gaze followed as his classmate repeated the process along his mother’s left shoulder.

Bridget sighed happily as Whitney’s arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth inside of her grew while the teen kissed around her left shoulder and neck while the hand on her front moved up to cup her mature right breast.

And like the junior version behind her, Bridget wasn’t one to be a passive lover. So, while Whitney’s lips ascended along her jawline, the older blonde twisted around to cinch her left arm around Whitney’s neck.

Standing up fully, Bridget took advantage of the tiny height difference to take over the lead. Bending her lips down, the more experienced woman surprised the younger by not capturing her lips. Rather than do the expected, Bridget moved down to nibble on the teen’s chin before dancing her lips over her jawline. Eventually, Whitney understood the destination as Bridget’s lips found their home in the crook of her neck.

While Bridget’s found her old techniques returning as if riding a bike, she masterfully sucked the teen’s skin enough to elicit total pleasure without leaving a mark. In response, Whitney finished their full-body turns, bringing them standing in front of one another.

Sean watched silently as his mother skipped Whitney’s other side of her neck. Instead, the two blondes brought their faces together. Slowly and deliberately, Bridget stared into Whitney’s eyes as she slid her hand behind the teen’s head, drawing her in close enough to press their lips together. He couldn’t tell which one whimpered or if both did as Bridget’s tongue penetrated Whitney’s lips. Sean’s awe rose as their tongues tangled, causing both to moan through their liplock.

Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as the pair, who could easily be mistaken as mother and daughter, kissed passionately. The potential relationship in another life wasn’t lost on Sean. His eyes could’ve burned a hole in the two pairs of D-Cups that rubbed up and down on each other. Losing himself in their erotic display, Sean’s thoughts ventured into even more forbidden corners of his mind. Watching his mother’s hungry tongue devour a younger blonde’s mouth flashed taboo visions in his brain. What if Harvey had opted for the younger Fallon sister as a young man rather than Beverly? Could Whitney have been his sister? Watching as Whitney fought for the upper hand with her tongue and groping hands, Sean’s incestuous fantasies burned hotter. Gawd, imagine Mom and Aunt Brandy doing this! Even more forbidden in Sean’s brain, his fantasy wandered in the direction of another leggy blonde.

Was it Sean’s horror at thinking of Peyton that way or his mom breaking off the kiss that snapped him back to reality?

"I really shouldn't kiss you like that,” Bridget admitted after pulling back from Whitney’s lips.

"You mean you really shouldn't kiss your son like that?" Whitney playfully replied. Then, without warning, she shoved Bridget back into Sean’s arms.

Bridget felt her stomach flutter as her son turned her around to face him, practically manhandling her. The intense heat in his eyes further confirmed that Sean truly was her son.

"Oh, I’ve done way worse than that with my little man," Bridget countered cheekily, glancing over her shoulder at Whitney.

"Yeah?" Whitney responded, walking over with a naughty gleam in her eyes. “Show me, Mommy!”

The gasp came from Sean, not Bridget, as Whitney shoved the older blonde toward her son’s legs. Gathering her composure in seemingly a split second, Bridget gazed up at her son with sparkling eyes. Her calm demeanor worked as intended as Whitney dropped her guard, allowing Bridget to yank her down into a similar position next to her.

“Hey!” the teen, now on her knees, cried.

“I think you should help Mommy,” Bridget declared. She noted two things. First, Sean’s cock twitched as expected at the last word. Second, Whitney’s breath always hitched at the term. Interesting. “Like what you see, honey?

Sean could barely nod as his blue eyes wandered up and down his mother’s figure before shifting over to his classmate. Young and old–well, oldish–the pair of blondes had nearly identical tight, toned bodies capped off with big, perfect tits. A growing thirst for those four breasts ate away at the teen. He almost pinched himself at the way his life had turned.

The pure hunger in her son’s eyes caused Bridget to shiver. Sean might be far from matching her desires at his age, but he might finally be starting the journey. Glancing over toward her side, Bridget knew she needed to share. This was Whitney’s show, of course.

“Why don’t you start?” the mother said, gently pulling the teen into her spot. As she did so, Bridget slid over toward the side of Sean’s leg. In her new position, Bridget pressed her breasts against her son’s skin.

Yet, Whitney appeared a bit put off by Bridget's rejection of her demand that she show her what the mother and son did last night. Sensing the upset feelings, Bridget drifted her right hand around to Sean’s groin. Her fingers reached out to wrap themselves around her son’s fat dick. Once firmly gripping it, Bridget moved it up and down and side-to-side before presenting it to her mini-me.

“How about if you handle his rod, and I’ll handle the ball bearings?”

Unable to hold in a chuckle at Bridget’s description, Whitney nodded in agreement. Letting out a soft, breathy moan, she dipped down to lick Sean’s crown several times. Although she didn't say it aloud, Whitney once again decided that she liked the taste of her shining knight’s cum.

"Yeah, I’m gonna take your edge off, Seanie,” Whitney moaned hornily, watching as Bridget dipped her head even lower to run her tongue across Sean’s bulging balls. "Once I drain you, you're going to give your mom all of your big dick until she screams like a banshee. Where is Sean going to cum, Mommy Bee?”

“Anywhere he wants,” Bridget replied, her voice slightly muffled by her position.

“Even inside you?”

“He did last night.”

“Such a naughty boy. We’re lucky your mother can prescribe birth control. Because this big boy is going to be spraying a lot of wombs soon,” Whitney cooed teasingly before engulfing his cock with her mouth.

Heaven had come to Sean. He embraced the feelings of ecstasy filling his body as Whitney sucked on his dick while his mom slobbered all over his testicles.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," the current cheerleader current moaned, feasting on his fuckstick. To Whitney, a big cock felt like the perfect ice cream cone, and she wanted the yummiest cream treat hidden at the bottom.

Although he’d witnessed it several times already, Sean felt awed at the sight of Whitney’s lips stretched wide over his girth. And almost as if reading his mind, the teenage temptress smiled the best she could before bringing her hands up. Now able to grip his hips, Whitney used the increased leverage to launch her face forward. Almost like a catapult on repeat, Whitney propelled herself back and forth deep down Sean’s shaft. With her face hugging his groin on the downswings, Whitney put on a deep-throating display that Bridget pulled back to watch with pride.

Bobbing up and down with enthusiasm, Whitney noticed her spectator. Pulling back enough to smile around Sean’s slippery slope, the teen paused to wink at his mother. Then, before she could resume, Whitney had another idea. Removing her left hand from Sean’s hip, she moved her right one around to hold his asscheek.

Wonderstruck, Sean watched Whitney as she pulled off his dick entirely to turn to grab the back of his mother’s head. Eyeballing the string of precum dangling from the younger blonde’s lips, Sean moaned loudly as Whitney jammed her tongue down Bridget’s throat.

A long, deeply passionate kiss ensued. Sean could occasionally make out their tongues playing delicately with each other initially. Then with increased pressure, they leaned forward, squeezing their tits firmly together before upping the tempo of their tongue-twisting. Never moving an inch, Sean watched as the battle for supremacy erupted as tongues darted and danced. Hands roamed. Whitney’s dropped down to massage Bridget’s bosom. The older woman's hand raised to run through the teen’s golden locks while caressing her scalp. Whitney’s movements descended, but Bridget pulled off her before they reached her kitty. She had another idea and nudged her head in that direction. Whitney understood immediately with her similar mindset.

Unbelievable? Crazy? Insanity? Sean didn't know how to properly describe his life at that moment. All he could do was thank whatever brought his world–and his cock–to the point that his mom and the most desired girl in school positioned themselves on either side of his throbbing member.

Working as a gold medal team, Bridget and Whitney flicked and flaunted their way around the top portion of Sean’s pole. Whitney pampered the left side and top of the long shaft while Bridget spoiled the other sections of her son’s babymaker. Tongues lashed out while lips smacked. Hands ran up and down his chest and stomach.

A plan communicated only through eyes commenced with the two women developing a rotation for their movements. Sean didn’t know how or care why they did what they did. All he focused on was the end of each rotation around his dick. That’s when the two women met tongues at his cockhead.

He watched and felt the decadent dance as the pair passionately kissed, their tongues swirling and their lips smacking. Even wilder, the two women gripped the bottom of the shaft for control, and they added his cockhead as a third partner to the three-way kiss.

Along the way, Sean’s hands wrapped around each blonde’s head. And when his mom and new friend-with-benefits commenced their joint kiss with his cock for yet another time, Sean felt increased tingling. Knowing the end result, he announced he was close.

Bridget immediately took charge as the elder, taking control of Sean's shaft.

Rounds one and two hit each of Whitney’s tits. Round three painted the teen bombshell's nose. Round four came quicker than expected and landed on Bridget’s collarbone as she shifted the spurting cock in her direction. The final smaller bursts shot enough spunk to cover a decent amount of her breasts and chin.

Once satisfied that she'd squeezed every last drop out of her son, Bridget turned to face the cum-covered teen next to her. Whitney didn't even hesitate. Leaping forward, she immediately went after the MILF's sperm-coated breasts.

Exhausted mentally and physically for the moment, Sean willed himself not to fall over as Whitney mauled his mom’s tits. However, Bridget didn’t want to miss out on her tasty treat. She yanked the needy teen up and gave her nose and lips several long licks while scooping several finger-fulls of cum off Whitney’s heaving mounds.

The back-and-forth went on for several minutes while the two women acted like cats until they’d licked all the cum off each other. Bridget noticed Sean’s swaying body first. She jumped up to steady him while ordering Whitney to help get their guy to the bed.

“I don’t think he’s ready for another yet, even just to lay there,” Whitney pointed out.

“Girl, once Sean’s recharged, he will do more than just lay there. Trust me,” Bridget said, positioning Sean on the side of the California King-sized bed. “We just need to help re-energize him.”

“So he needs another painkiller?” Whitney asked.

“No, just some eye candy,” Bridget announced, pushing Whitney onto her back before crawling over her.

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Sean lay on his side, fully recharged cock standing straight out while occasionally touching himself. The teen knew better than to jerk off, as he'd catch hell for wasting another round. Still, it was fucking hard to fight the urge. Never in his life did Sean Tarver ever expect to see his mother locked in a 69 with another woman. Honestly, the son never expected or really wanted to see his mom in a 69 with anyone.

Sure, he’d overheard some hints about his mom and her cheerleader shenanigans back in high school. Sean couldn’t deny his mom had been hot back in high school, as had been her friends. So, the girls clearly had plenty of options. On some level, he sort of knew she probably kissed her friends, at least. Sean refused to consider more when he'd been younger, but tidbits here and there provided evidence. And Lana, in her devious ways, also hinted about the cheer captain tradition at the end of the school year.

Yet, the scene only a few feet away from him felt surreal. His mom and Whitney fricking Diamond were pressed together chest-to-chest. Although Bridget started on top, she’d eventually flipped the duo over to direct the Sapphic embrace. At first, they’d face each other while kissing, Bridget’s leg thrown over Whitney’s hip. They ground their crotches together and kissed like long-lost lovers. However, Sean noticed his mom’s insatiable need to go further, which led to a lengthy admiration of the teen’s perky tits.

Drunk with lust, Sean guzzled down every image he could witness while recording the sound effects to help his future memory playback. Moans and groans echoed around the master bedroom, occasionally interspersed with sucking and lip-smacking. Gone were any naive notions that his mother wasn’t a sexpot. Last night could’ve been repressed as a one-time mistake, built out of divorce decisions and a stream of pain and painkillers.

Not any longer. Not after watching Bridget lose her inhibitions with a girl who had been somewhat of a sex object to Sean. Whitney hadn’t been his top fantasy girl for jacking off or in his dreams, mainly because she seemed unattainable. Sean had never considered himself an option for a girl who only dated college guys. Hell, in his mind, even Sienna seemed far more plausible as a one-time date than Whitney.

Yet, it was Whitney who ate his mom out and vice versa.

Even more unbelievable was how much the two looked alike. Both had similar blonde hair, big breasts, taut stomachs, so-called child-bearing hips, and toned asses one could crack an egg on. It was those breasts that teased Sean maddeningly right now. He only caught occasional glimpses of Whitney’s small aerolas and his mom’s slightly larger ones. Even worse were those nipples. Oh, those hard, pointy nipples that

seemed to call to Sean like scheming sirens. Somehow, since he arrived at this cabin earlier in the week, Sean's fetishes had expanded to a strong desire to latch onto a nipple and worship it. The teen didn’t know if that was fucked up or normal.

An ear-piercing scream, barely muffled as Whitney raised her head, snapped Sean out of his lurid thoughts. Panting, the school’s cheer captain rolled off the past captain and collapsed back first onto the bed. Taking deep gulps of air, Whitney muttered about how she couldn’t believe she’d barely done anything with girls until this week.

“I’m sure you have and will find plenty of options,” Bridget commented, glancing over to see her son’s returned erection. “I bet you and Sean will have a blast trying out girls on your list together.”

“What? Oh…’ Whitney sounded after understanding what Bridget meant.

“Weren’t you planning on joining in?”

“I planned to watch sometimes, but I guess I never fully considered what I’d do,” Whitney admitted. There were a few girls she felt curious about playing around with, but would she really join in with Dr. Sean’s appointments as part of an ongoing threesome?

“Sean seems okay with the idea,” Bridget noted, laughing at her son’s shocked expression.

“Not if he’s going to embarrass me by laying there for the next month or two,” Whitney shot back.

CLAP CLAP

“Alright! It’s time to snip that complaint in the bud,” Bridget proclaimed, pulling herself into a sitting position. Spinning around, she crawled around Sean until she could get off the bed. “Whitney, get to the end of the bed.”

“Why?”

“Sorry, did I wipe you out? No? Then, get over there!”

Sean grinned at how fast the whiny teenager followed his mom’s orders when she used her Mother Voice. With Bridget’s hand and direction, Sean got off the bed and hobbled over to the foot of the bed. Both teens were curious about what she had in mind.

Orders and directions fly out as Bridget worked to position the two teens. Whitney got flipped over onto her hands and knees. Sean had to get on the bed in a kneeling position, with his feet just barely on the mattress. Doubts filled Sean’s head until he felt two large breasts push into his back.

"Alright, I want you both to pay attention. This is how you two can work together until Sean's cast is removed. Whitney, you'll be in my spot when with those other girls. I'm here to support Sean and help him create leverage as he can't use his foot, and his leg is still sore. So that will be your job. Keep that in mind!"

“Yeah, yeah, if this even works,” Whitney muttered.

Wrapping her arms around Sean, Bridget rubbed his chest with her hands. Leaning in, she kissed his ear before whispering instructions.

“Show her my son is a real man, honey,” Bridget said, rubbing her nipples against his back. Her hands dropped down, with the right one wrapping its fingers around his shaft. Then, applying pressure, she pushed down and slowly brought it into position just outside of Whitney’s pussy lips. “Slam it in without warning.”

“Oomph!” Whitney sounded as Sean knocked the wind out of her while following his mother’s orders. “Hey!”

“Is Sean too much for you, sweetie?”

“My dad is bigger, and you know it!” Whitney shot back with a growl.

“Piston into her, hard and fast,” Bridget quietly ordered, her lips close to her son’s ear.

Sean followed suit, grabbing Whitney’s hips for leverage. With his solid grip, Sean’s eyes laser-focused on the perfect ass before him and how it bounced off his pelvis with every slam forward. In and out, Sean repeated the motions ordered by his mother with nearly a jackhammering level of **** in the depths of the tight, teenage pussy.

Whitney being Whitney meant she couldn’t help herself. Despite the violent heaving of her tits underneath her body, the queen bee looked over her shoulder with a playful smile.

“Is that all you got, Tarver? Any guy can just slam it in wham-bam style.”

“Change it up, baby. Go long and slow,” Bridget whispered the new play into his ear.

Once again, Sean followed his mom’s directions. Only this time, he took some initiative on his own. At the end of each of the deep, slow plunges, Sean reached down to grope Whitney’s large swings tits. He focused on pinching the left nipple, then the right one the next time. Keeping up the alternating pattern, Sean realized those brief touches had started working on Whitney. The bossy blonde wanted his hands to stay longer, and she tried to make them.

“Good,” Bridget said, adding a kiss and earlobe suck as a reward to her son. Raising her voice, she added, “Everything okay down there, sweetie?”

“F-Fuck o-off!”

“Switch back to short and hard. Power into that pussy,” Bridget instructed, continuing as puppetmaster. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Unclear what she meant, Sean resumed his jackhammer technique while watching his mother out of the corner of his eye. Bridget pounced onto the bed before crawling up alongside Whitney. Resting on her forearms, she caught Whitney’s attention.

“Don’t be afraid to admit it feels good, dear. You need to be honest with your lover, especially Sean. The two of you have a long future ahead together. Give into your feelings,” Bridget encouraged.

“N-No! I-I’m better than…ugh!”

Bridget glanced back to see what happened. A proud smirk formed as she watched Sean double his efforts. Her son slammed into Whitney with such a furious pace that she worried he might not hold out for long. However, Whitney’s face betrayed her impending orgasm.

Reaching down, Bridget began to grope and pinch the teen’s bouncing tits. She squeezed roughly after realizing it worked the best on Whitney.

“Beg for it, Whitney. Beg my boy to fuck you harder. Scream for him.”

Whitney didn’t respond, but the bed did. Its creaking increased heavily.

Sean’s mother didn’t need to worry. Despite how incredible it felt to be fucking Whitney Diamond while his mom mentored him as a sex teacher, he wasn’t even close to cumming yet. His biggest concern was falling back too far without his mom holding him. Still, Sean’s need to knock Whitney down a peg or too pushed him to coax out as many orgasms out of her as he could. Reaching forward, he grabbed Whitney’s left breast while his mom worked on her right.

“Oh, fuck, oh gawd, oh, no, oh…fuuuccckkkk!!!” Whitney bellowed, unable to keep quiet any longer as an orgasm hit.

Sitting on her knees, Bridget rocked back and forth several times. She wore a pleased expression. Yet she knew the two teens needed more time to work out some of their opinion differences. Hopping off the bed, she circled around to her initial position against Sean’s back. He felt a tremor inside his loins as those two big tits pushed into him again.

“Good job, honey,” Bridget said, leaning around to kiss his cheek. “But don’t let up. Get that nice cock I made back inside of her. Don’t worry. If any girl can handle another quick round, it’s Whitney.”

Although Whitney had collapsed onto the bed, Sean pulled her rear end back up enough to slide his cock inside. Resting on her forearms, Whitney moaned at the reinsertion. With her head lying on its side, both mother and son could tell her eyes were closed.

Bridget held off further instructions as Sean appeared to know what to do. He kept a steady pace of slow, medium-length strokes while his classmate recovered from the previous round. Eventually, once Whitney opened her eyes, Sean shifted into longer, deeper strokes.

“Okay, she’s ready. Pick up the pace, honey. Take that pussy, claim it, and make her respect you.”

Figuring his mother knew best for now, Sean switched gears back into short, hard pistoning. And he was correct in following her lead. What he didn’t know and what Bridget suspected was that Whitney might be set up for a string of orgasms after her fun with the older woman and the first round with Sean.

Wave after wave of pleasure bursts sent Whitney’s body tingling with electricity. Sean didn’t recognize the series of mini-orgasms as they initially occurred, but his mom did. Bridget felt a bit envious as the intense, blazing pleasure shook the teen’s entire world. Whitney’s ecstatic screams bounced around the room and into the hallway through the partially open door. Proud of her son’s work, she glanced at the door before rushing to shut it. Harvey deserved some sleep.

“Don’t let up. Keep her pleasure going,” Bridget directed, resuming her spot behind him.

Whitney's throat began to burn from all the moaning and screaming. Still, she wasn't going to tell Sean to stop. Not with her body consumed with lust as it rocked back and forth wildly on the bed. Sean's powerful thrust sent the bed from creaking to banging against the wall. Deep in her mind, Whitney compared Sean to her father, and he sized up better than any other man she'd had. His long, thick, and hard cock might be too good to give up anytime soon.

SMACK

“That’s it, Sean. Slap her ass. Bring out another one!” Bridget ordered, feeling the burning down in her loins.

Whitney gripped the bed sheets, nearly ready to rip them to shreds as she panted heavily from the intense fucking. A prideful girl, she found the strength to push her ass backward at her lover. Moaning lewdly, she kept pushing back, impaling herself onto the big dick with each of his hard thrusts. Feeling absolute bliss, Whitney lost strength in her fingers as she used up her reserves to fuck back. Rather than grip the bedsheets, her fingers now weakly clawed at them.

A soundless orgasm erupted as Whitney neared the brink of her limits.

“Keep it up, baby. You’re doing a fantastic job,” Bridget gushed breathlessly. “Grab her hair. Yank it hard!”

Whitney moaned unintelligibly sounds in reply as Sean fucked her ruthlessly. The fistful of long blonde hair he wrapped around his hand barely registered in her brain. Only after Sean yanked her head back did her glazed eyes look over her shoulder. Spotting Sean’s head turned to the side while Bridget aggressively attacked his mouth with her tongue triggered Whitney’s final eruption.

After not making a sound during the last orgasm, Whitney emitted such a mighty shriek it caused her vision to sparkle with lights before she blacked out.

Breaking off the kiss and witnessing Whitney tumble to the bed, Bridget reached down to pull Sean’s cock out of the teen’s pussy. Sensing he was close, the MILF hopped onto the bed.

“My turn! In me now. Hurry!” Bridget ordered, spreading her legs wide. She’d have preferred getting fucked doggy-style but doubted Sean could stay up on his own any longer.

With a feral growl, Sean used his remaining energy to pound his cock into her mother. His hands attempted to grope her breasts before they gave out. Still, the move allowed his lips to latch onto her left nipple while his balls began to churn.

Bridget felt the throbbing member inside her expand before it exploded another decent round of potent cum inside her depths. Although technically a safe day and in a position to get a morning-after pill with ease, Bridget’s mind still wandered into insanely taboo territory. The thought of another child triggered a fierce orgasm that rippled through every fiber of her body.

With her son’s weight on her, Bridget realized she’d rather have grandchildren instead. Chuckling, she noted she’d better get an IUD implanted or a birth control prescription.

I’m not about to go back to being practically celibate again. This might be my last run to have fun. Samantha and the girls in the office will be gossiping like crazy with speculation about the men in my life. I doubt they’ll believe it’s just a precaution.