«It would,» his mother agreed. «We'll just have to find out about her virginity. I wonder — maybe I could get to her first.»
Jerry eyed his mom closely. «Even before you've made it with Debbie? You've been right on the edge of that, I know.»
«Afterward,» Angela said thoughtfully. «They're sending her off to a movie right after dinner, so they can hurry back here. Debbie and I have held back long enough, so this is the night. You and Lester will just have to wait until after we've made love, and later on, all of us can decide what to do about Mary.»
«Good enough,» Jerry said, growing excited at the thought of seeing his mom and Debbie Carter going down on each other, and becoming aroused by picturing little Mary all naked and trembling at the touch of his prick. The kid was cute and sexy looking, and he hoped they wouldn't have any trouble with her, or with her parents.
Helping his mother tidy up the kitchen and carrying dishes to the washer, he thought that since Debbie had all the right buttons pushed, she'd be willing to have her girl with them. But he wasn't all that sure about Lester; the guy wanted to lay his daughter, sure — only, would he, when the time came? He had been hit with a lot of things at once — being screwed by Angela, having his prick eaten for the first time, seeing his own wife taking a strange cock, going down on two different women, changing places with Jerry and alternating from one cunt to another in turn. Balling his own kid might be too much for the man to handle, right away.
«Don't fret about it,» his mother murmured. «I'm certain that everything will work out for us all. I don't think your father has had a chick as young as Mary, at least not for a long time. He'll be horny as hell to find her waiting for him, to have the chance to fuck mother and daughter.»
As she leaned over to turn on the dishwasher, Jerry pressed himself against the delectable curvings of her modelled ass, and she pushed back into him. Caressing her hips, he knew that it would always be this way between them, their raw lust for each other lurking always just beneath the surface, ever yearning for a fulfillment they weren't able to obtain from anyone else. It's always better when you're close to someone, she had said, and no two people could be as close as son and mother. Unless it would be a father and daughter, he remembered; Lester and Mary Carter had a wonderful, fantastic thing in store for them, once they got together and sexually consummated the love they already shared.
«I wish I could take you this way,» his mother purred. «But I'm content to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe having it in me won't tighten my ass so much that your father can't get in the back way, and you two can make a sandwich of me.»
Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost feel the sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his own sack, when both their pricks were buried into Angela. His cock lifted at the vivid image, and he wiggled the rising head into the crack of her ass, cloaked as it was by her dressing gown.
Somebody knocked on the back door then, and he moved swiftly away from her to answer it, stooping a little so that his hard-on wouldn't show.
«Well,» Debbie said, «I see you're all ready for me — unless you've been cheating with your mother. There's no use stooping over like that, dear; no way you can hide that magniflcent erection, no more than you can pretend you're not carrying around a telephone pole.»
She patted his cock as she moved past him, and held out her arms to Angela. The two women greeted each other as if they hadn't met in years, pressing the lengths of their lovely bodies close and kissing long and languorously.
«Hi,» Jerry said to Lester. «Did Mary get off to the movies all right?»
«We hurried her,» Lester said, watching the two women embrace. «We've got about three hours to ourselves before she gets home.»
«They really look great together, don't they?» Jerry asked, nodding toward the woman as he closed and locked the door. «They care for each other, you know.»
Lester had on a jump suit, and the front of it was bulging. «I'm beginning to see. They — well, what the hell; whatever they want, I guess.»
Grinning at this man who had for so long backed off from doing more than lightly kiss his wife's snatch, Jerry led Lester toward the bedroom. «They'll be along in a minute, and the bed is big enough for us to sit by and watch them.»
It was only a few moments before the women walked in; they were holding hands and their eyes were shining, their faces radiant. Jerry sat on one side of the bed, and Lester balanced upon the other; they stared at the women as Debbie quickly peeled her dress over her head, as Angela stripped away her robe.
«I've been wanting this from the beginning,» Debbie said huskily, and Angela answered, «Yes, I know.»
They moved together, shimmering in their nakedness, fitting the globes of their luscious breasts one to one, and pressing to each other's hairy mound, their thighs sliding back and forth, their hands caressing bare backs and drifting down to cup rounded ass cheeks. Their mouths met hungrily, their tongues probing deeply and their teeth clashing gently. Jerry held onto his stiff prick as he watched them and gloried in their loveliness, their passion. Across the bed, Lester Carter gripped his own hard rod and kept his eyes fixed upon the squirming women.
They glided toward the bed in a slow, swirling dance, one thigh between two equally sleek ones, presenting views of differently sculpted asses as they pirouetted. Sinking to the white sheet, they still clung together, but now they were fondling each other's ripe tits, thumbing the nipples and cupping the globes tenderly. Jerry was struck again by the opposites in their coloring — his mother's slender body so pale, and Debbie's gleaming old-ivory and dark rose; his mother's breast tips were flushed pink; the other woman's stood out brown and strong.
Lester moved along the edge of the mattress to give them room, and they lay back to swing their legs up on the bed, still kissing avidly. Jerry wondered how they would go about it, if they'd take turns eating each other's pussy, or if they would wrap into the sixty-nine position. He was somewhat surprised to see his mom climb on top of Debble's wiggling body, placing herself between the other woman's opened thighs and nudging her crotch to the blackly haired one as if she was a man getting ready to fuck.
When Debbie caught hold of the cheeks of Angela's slim ass, he understood what they were doing, and firmed the idea as he saw his mother begin to pump her flaming snatch into the rich one below. They were rubbing their clits together, he saw, using them as if they were miniature pricks, bumping and stroking lasciviously and getting an obvious thrill out of the grinding motions.
«Do it to me, darling,» Debbie panted. «Oh Angela — fuck me hard, fuck me hard!»
Jerry's mother thrust more strongly, and by the way she was shaking her ass, he knew the women were getting some good out of it. Funny, he thought, he'd never figured that two women might be able to get it on that way, but there they were, the pace of their screwing pickup up and growing more frantic by the moment. They were holding to each other's churning ass, and their tits were pressed tightly together as they kissed.
Across the bed, he could see Lester gazing wide-eyed at the wiggling action, and wondered what thoughts were running through the man's head as he watched another women fucking his wife, after a fashion. Lester's cock was distended, the swollen head gleaming, so it was easy to see he wasn't turned off by their loving.
Debbie and Angela groaned together, rocked fiercely for a long moment, then sighed into a shuddering silence, wrapped closely to each other, mouths and cunts glued. Because he felt like it, Jerry slid over to them where they lay inertly and leaned down to plant a softly lingering kiss upon the cheek of his mother's silken ass. He caught the rising, exotic aroma of their aroused pussies, and luxuriated in that sensuous perfume.