A restless night

Enzo ended up eating the entire pizza by himself, while listening to the faint slap, slap, slapping of Esther titfucking Allie. But that wasn't the only sound interrupting his TV time: his mother had failed to close the door, and he could hear every grunt, moan, and groan as she emptied her brand-new balls into Allie's mouth... Or maybe even down her throat, judging by the thump as two people fell back onto the bed, and the thud-thud-thud as something (presumably Allie's head) was pounded against the mattress.

God, Mom must really be facefucking her... I hope she's okay, Enzo thought, turning up the volume. The racket got louder and louder, and for a while Enzo thought he could even hear his girlfriend gagging, along with the occasional muffled moan... Until, suddenly, it all stopped.

Enzo leaned back and sighed, relieved that his mother had finally hit the "finish nutting and pass out" portion of her post-op cycle. He even turned down the volume to almost zero, determined not to wake her up. Maybe Allie can get some rest, too. I'll go up in a bit and take her back to my bed.

But before the episode of "Oedipal Zone House & Home" had even finished, he heard another sound: his girlfriend giggling. That was followed by a loud moan that just didn't stop: Allie was crying out like a mad woman, and Enzo had no idea whether it was pain or pleasure motivating the screams.

The Local boy sat up straight, two very important questions dominating his mind:

1. How the hell is Mom still conscious? Isn't she supposed to go into hibernation-mode after every orgasm?
2. Why isn't Allie's voice muffled? She's not **** anymore, and she doesn't sound like that when guys titfuck her...

The first question was forgotten in the same moment that the second was answered:

"Oh God, yes, FUCK ME!"

Allie's shout was loud enough to wake the neighbors, and passionate enough to give Enzo an instant erection. His mother and girlfriend were getting louder by the moment, but he didn't turn the TV back up. His eyes were on the stairs now, and a hand drifted slowly towards the bulge in his crotch. Inch by inch it moved closer, without Enzo's permission... But also without interference.

Just before he would be **** to make the difficult choice about whether or not to start rubbing himself, another cry rang out. This one he recognized, from Allie's sessions with Gary: she was cumming hard. Harder than that, even, although it was difficult to tell with Esther's voice mixed in. Judging by his mother's **** grunts, she had also reached her climax. Eventually the groans gave way to words:

"Mmm... Oh... There's so much... Allie, that was..."

They kept talking after that, but Enzo couldn't catch the rest... Even after he reached out and muted the TV entirely. Shaking off the trance he was in, he slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. After pouring another glass of water with shaking hands, he dragged himself upstairs.

By the time he got there, both Esther and Allie were asleep. His mother was lying back with her legs spread wide, sweat glistening in the moonlight that was streaming through the window. Allie was face-down, her head resting on Esther's thigh. Her lips were still wrapped around the futa's soft member, and just as Enzo entered he saw her swallow; the constant stimulation of her warm mouth must have been drawing out a steady trickle of pre-cum.

But most of Esther's jizz had been spent already, and the evidence was everywhere: on the floor, the sheets, Allie's body... And most jarring of all, leaking from her pussy. The girl was lying in a puddle of semen, which had already soaked most of the mattress.

Taking a deep breath, Enzo **** himself to move forward and help his girlfriend out of the predicament. After setting down his mom's water on the nightstand, he began to slowly pull Allie to the edge of the bed.

She let out a soft moan as her lips were separated from Esther's cockhead, but she didn't wake up, even as Enzo struggled to lower her to the floor. But that final shift sent about a gallon of cum flooding out from between her squashed-together breasts, pouring all over Enzo's arm... And as he cursed under his breath, his girlfriend finally awoke.

"Esh... Mph." She swallowed, blinking a few times. "...Enzo?"

"C'mon, let's get you to bed," he said, helping her to her feet.

"Buh--But I was already in..." She stopped to yawn, and by the time she was done, Enzo was already guiding her out of the room. "...M'kay..."

Enzo tried to get his girlfriend to take a shower, but she was having none of it. He couldn't stop her from flopping face-down on his bed; she looked more or less like she had five minutes ago, minus the flaccid-but-foot-long cock in her mouth. Her boyfriend wasn't exactly thrilled to have his bed soaked as well, but he climbed in anyway: a night snuggling with Allie was too precious to waste.

Unfortunately, they wouldn't have the whole night. Hardly two hours passed before there was a thudding at the door. When Enzo raised his head, he saw his mother's silhouette: long hair, large breasts, a curvy ass... And a long, thick pole sticking out from her crotch.

"Allie," she whispered. "He's getting hungry again."

"Who?" Enzo replied softly, still half-asleep.

"Oh, honey... I didn't mean to wake you," Esther said, coming closer. Her erection waved through the air with every step, twitching as she glanced at Allie's bare ass. "I just meant... My, um... My new man." Her hand wrapped around the base of her shaft as she continued her slow advance on the bed... On Allie.

"Oh... Him." Just then, Enzo noticed that his boxers were soaked through. Shuffling away from Allie and her personal puddle, he got off the bed. "She's a heavier sleeper than me... I'll go somewhere else. Just for tonight?"

"Of course baby. Thank you!" If Esther heard the resentment in her son's voice, she ignored it. Crawling onto the bed she straddled Allie's sleeping body, letting out a grunt of pleasure as her cock was nestled between the girl's ass cheeks.

"G'night Mom," Enzo said, taking the less-sticky pillow and making his way outside. But Esther was already busy dry-humping the rather-wet teenager, her fat balls adding a heavy slap to every thrust.

The last thing Enzo heard was his girlfriend purring, followed by a sharp gasp as Esther aimed her tool a few inches lower.