Chapter 6
Sunny left them to their private loving later that night, and crept
tiredly into her bed--Betsy's bed, rather--leaving father and daughter
together in the guest room. She thought they'd have a lot to say to
each other, besides all the things they'd want to do, like play sixty-
nine.
Sunny had had her orgasm, and was content with just that, especially
after the ass-reaming she'd taken earlier from George. So she dreamed--
of men and boys with hard-ons, all sizes of cocks, all with drippy
prickheads. But behind them, there always loped the big figure of her
Great Dane.
* * *
Awaking early, Sunny eased back into the guest room, careful that the
other Lorimer at home--Harry--wouldn't hear her wandering about. She
roused Judd and told him to scoot back to his own room, then made
certain he understood she wanted to see him later in the day, over at
her house.
"Come alone," she said. "I dig sweet Betsy almost as much as you do,
but force yourself to leave her at home for a while. We can all get
together again later."
He nodded sleepily, but got himself together and trudged for his own
room. Sunny went across the yards and let herself in the back door,
raiding the fridge before going upstairs for a long nap. She hadn't
seen George chained to his doghouse, nor did she see him in the living
room; the big dog wasn't upstairs, either. Hiding somewhere, she
thought, getting up a boner for his next fuck with her--which wouldn't
be all that long.
* * *
The smell of bacon roused Sunny next time, and she hurried through a
shower, then plunged downstairs to eat. She was ravenous, downing
everything in sight, from juice to pan fries. Fucking made her hungry;
because it used up so much energy, she guessed. And one thing she
didn't want to do was run out of energy--not for at least a thousand
years. Maybe she could catch up on enough screwing by that time.
When she looked up, her mother was smiling wanly at her. "Evidently you
weren't sick. Why did you come home so early from Betsy Watson's?
Usually when you stay over, you girls talk all night and sleep half the
day."
Sunny said, "Oh, we zonked out early and I felt like having breakfast
with you." Her mother looked older this morning, seemed lonelier than
ever, and Sunny felt sorry for her. But she brightened, remembering
that Judd Lorimer was coming over later in the day.
Her mom had a surprise coming, because Sunny intended to ask Judd to
fuck her. They'd go well together--his black hair and olive skin
against her willowy, honey-blonde fairness; his big, pulsing cock
shoving into the tender pussy that hadn't been screwed in so many years
...
Sunny had to look down into her coffee cup, afraid that what she was
thinking might show on her face. The idea was getting to her, making
her own mound turn humid. Last night had been pretty wild, sharing Judd
with his daughter, but if she shared him with her mother--that would be
weird. It would also be out of sight.
But her mother was so straight and shy, and had that hangup about
hiding all the good points of her body. Maybe she'd freak out if Judd
raped her, and scream for the cops.
Sunny finished her coffee and cleared the table, frowning about that
possibility. But if her mom had passed along her own genes, so that
Sunny inherited her vital sexiness from her mother instead of her
father, then her mom was a ball of fire inside.
Then why hadn't she swung with a few guys? She always spent her nights
at home. Out of a sense of duty toward her daughter? Or because her
hangup was sex, and she was hiding out from the world of men?
The gamble had to be taken, Sunny decided, drying the dishes as her
mother washed. If Sunny helped Judd get into her mom, then her mother
really couldn't call the police and fink on them. She'd be certain to
protect her daughter from that kind of involvement, even if it meant
taking a solid fucking and forgetting about it if she didn't enjoy the
screw. But how could any woman not enjoy fucking? Sunny wondered.
She was helpful around the house, cleaning up, picking her mom's
favorite tapes for the stereo, then mixing a rum Coke for her when she
sat down to read the paper.
Teresa Watson asked: "What's it all about? I appreciate you taking care
of me this way, but it's not usual."
"Drink up," Sunny said. "I mixed too much of this at one time, and you
don't want it to go flat. Then you go up and shower, and make yourself
still prettier, 'cause I invited somebody over to see us today."
"That's why, then." Teresa drained her glass. "Whoo! I'm certainly not
used to that. Who's coming over, dear--a new boy friend?"
Sunny refilled the glass and handed it over. Two drinks often stood her
mother on her ear. She said, "You might say that. I guess he is my boy
friend. But you don't need to get yourself up all formal, Mom. Just
wear your prettiest robe and fix your hair and--well, you know."
Teresa sipped some of the drink, made a face and said, "I'll have to
take the rest of this up to the shower. Didn't you make it a bit
strong, Sunny?"
Smiling, Sunny said, "Oh, come on. You're a big girl now. Finish up and
I can go wash the glass. I want everything tidy before he gets here."
Obediently, her mother swallowed the rum Coke. Blinking back a sudden
rush of tears, she said: "Just who is this young man, that your mother
has to be high to meet?"
"You'll like him," Sunny said. "He has a thing about him that you just
won't be able to resist." His big prick, she added silently, and had a
terrible time keeping her face under control. She took the glass and
turned away before she broke up. "Look pretty, Mom."
After her mother climbed the stairs, Sunny thought that now would be
the perfect time--to catch her just coming out of the shower, a little
woozy from the combination of unaccustomed rum and the hot water. They
could get her between them, she and Judd, and hustle her into the
bedroom, and Sunny would help hold her down while he poured that
massive prick to her.
A shiver ran up Sunny's back, and she squeezed her thighs together to
ease the urgency in her pussy. She went to the door, hoping to see
Judd; he didn't come right away, and she got edgier, walking back and
forth nervously. Back at the door, she saw him at last, and ran to grab
at his hand, hauling him into the kitchen.
"Judd--oh, darling--you timed it just right."
He looked at her quizzically. "What? Were you ready to call your dog?"
She tilted her head at him. "You don't have to be jealous of poor
George. He doesn't whine when you fuck me. But it's not me, Judd not
right away, anyhow. You have to do something special for me. You have
to fuck my mother."
"What the bell? Sunny--have you flipped out?"
"You have to fuck her," she insisted. "My mom is lonely and shy and
she's not going to get any better, any older, unless you show her how
good it is to be fucked. You could make her eat you, too--the way you
did it to me, and turn her on all the way around."
His eyes warmed and he said, "Your mother. Does Teresa know about
this?"
"No, but I'll help you. Rape her, if you have to, and if she wants to
yell for the police, I'll swear that she just got mad at you. But I
don't think she'll give that kind of trouble if I'm mixed up in it.
She's showering now, and she's had two rum Cokes, so she'll be wobbly."
Judd said slowly, "Your mother is a lovely woman, and I've been
wondering why she keeps to herself all the time. That would be
something--to be fucking both of you, mother and daughter."
Sunny pointed out, "And later, swinging with both at the same time--
maybe even with Betsy, too. Wouldn't that be wild, man? Two girls and a
woman, fucking you and eating you and loving you."
He licked his lips and said, "Yeah. Upstairs, you say?"
Excitedly, Sunny said, "Get undressed down here--and I will, too.
That'll shock her silly, seeing you and me naked. It ought to throw her
so off balance we can grab her."
"Damn," he said, "this is one hell of an idea, and I'm getting a hard-
on already. Let's go, baby."
They threw off their clothes helter-skelter, and Sunny clutched his
hand again when they were bare-assed. "Come on, lover man. Right on up
the stairs."
Their timing was just a shade off, because Sunny had planned to trap
her mother either in the bathroom, or just coming out of it. As it
happened, they closed in on Teresa Watson just a second after she had
turned into her own room. Sunny caught a flash of the pale-blue robe as
her mom left the hallway.
Before Judd could slow down or hesitate, she dragged him to the door,
turned the knob, and they dashed inside together. Teresa spun around,
her mouth going wide in utter surprise at the sight of two naked bodies
plunging towards her. Before her mother could scream, Sunny clamped a
hand over her mouth, caught one of her wrists and shoved her towards
the bed.
Judd was quick, too; he grabbed the other wrist and pulled Teresa down.
She hit the bed with her long, slim legs flailing, and Sunny saw her
mother's cunt exposed--a deeply haired, richly golden-brown pussy set
beautifully between sleekly rounded thighs. Then Teresa was kicking,
trying to cross her legs and hide her cunt, moaning helplessly against
her daughter's palm.
Judd managed to get a knee between the scissoring legs, and clamped an
iron grip on the opposite knee. Teresa stopped kicking because she had
to. Then he brought her arm up over her head and said to Sunny: "Let go
of her mouth and use your hands to pin both her wrists."
"What if she screams?" Sunny asked, panting with excitement.
"If she screams," Judd said, staring down into Teresa's wild eyes,
"I'll stuff a pillowcase in her mouth. You hear me, woman?"
Carefully, Sunny moved her hand away from her mother's mouth, saying
softly: "Mom--oh Mom, please don't act up or try anything crazy. He'll
tie you and gag you if he has to. And he's going to fuck you, either
way. So please--please be cool."
Her mom's eyes were wide with shock, and she was gasping for breath,
but Sunny thought she was too shaken to yell, now. There was sheer
terror on her face, and for just a second, Sunny wanted to soften, to
relent and call off the whole thing. But it was out of her hands; Judd
was too aroused now, determined to fuck the lovely, mature cunt he saw.
There'd be no stopping him.
He said, "Relax, Teresa. You've been fucked before."
Silently, the woman continued to fight. Holding her mother's wrists,
Sunny saw the pressure Judd put upon the tender hips, and how he used
both hands to hold her mom's crotch into place for the prodding of his
hungry cock.
The big, spongy prickhead poked at her gash, slid off the thick curls
of pussy hair, recovered and thrust again. This time, the blunt end
found a softer place, a slightly damp hole, and pinned the wriggling
pussy solidly. Teresa gasped aloud. Judd pushed harder, using more
force now that his cockhead had found her cunt hole.
Staring, Sunny watched the flanged cockhead power its way between the
lips of her mother's pussy, saw the cuntlips stretch to absorb it, saw
the shaft begin to slide into the grip of the scarlet mouth. The head
vanished, and the cuntlips closed behind it, riding smoothly down along
the veined trunk of his prick, moving moistly down until they came to
rest around the thick base, against the fleshy mounding above his
dangling balls.
Judd Lorimer had his prick shoved all the way into her mother's pussy.
Sunny held onto her mom's struggling wrists, but the power was going
out of them as Judd began to stroke, pulling back his huge rod for
another wet plunge into the velvet depths of a cunt that hadn't been
fucked in years.
"Oh!" Teresa panted. "Oh, how dare you! You can't! Damn you, Judd
Lorimer, you're raping me--oh!--raping me, you hairy, disgusting brute.
I--ooohh! You're so big--so long. Sunny, Sunny! How, could you help
him--ahhh!"
He thrust his dick into her cunt to the roots, drew back until Sunny
thought the knob of his prick was going to pop out of the trembling
pussy; then he pushed it deep once more, feeding the hard, thick meat
to her mother in long, steady strokes that had to be reaching bottom.
"Stay with him, Mom," Sunny urged. "Grind your pussy on him. Fuck him
back. He has such a gorgeous prick, doesn't he? So hot and stiff. Fuck
him, Mother."
She let go of her mom's hands, and Teresa's arms came uncertainly down,
the hands fluttering for a moment, then settling firmly upon Judd's
shoulders, her long, thin fingers taking a grip there. Teresa's eyes
were closed, but her red lips hung open and wet, and as Sunny watched,
the rosy nipples of her mom's big, round tits climbed straight up and
turned hard. Her hips started a slow, sensuous tick-tock swinging, and
her back arched slightly, so that her luxuriantly furred crotch rose to
him, lifted to meet his strokes.
Turning her head, Sunny smiled at Judd. "She's screwing you back. She
loves that big cock of yours, darling. It's all right now, because Mom
is fucking you and digging it."
"Like daughter, like mother," Judd said, pumping his rod steadily into
the squirming woman. "Let yourself go, Teresa. Fuck hard or slow or
mean or any way you want to, darling. You have a marvelous tight cunt,
so hot and slippery, soft as satin and strong as silk. Fuck me, Teresa-
-keep grinding your ass and hunching this hot pussy up to me."
"Uh!" her mother moaned, and Sunny felt out with one finger to touch
the erectile tip of one tit. "Uh-oh, Judd! Such a big one--what a big,
hard prick! It's filling me, stretching me-- Not so quick! Oh, I don't
want to come so quick! I want to just keep fucking--uh--UH--UH!"
Her mom's pelvis blurred in savage strokes as she slammed it up to
Judd's crotch. She wrapped her arms around Judd's neck and pulled his
face down so that she could thrust a quaking tongue into his mouth.
Teresa's pale white ass made violent circles as she came.
So beautiful, Sunny thought, her hand cupped over one of her mother's
big, soft boobs, her hand caught between Judd's hairy chest and the
flattened jug; how lovely it was, seeing her mother get fucked,
watching her shudder when she came, and hearing that little slosh--
slosh liquidy noise as Judd continued to ram his pole deep.
Teresa went limp, but her mouth remained fastened to his, and Sunny got
her hand out to slide it along her mother's flank and feel the recoil
of the flesh there as the man pounded his meat home.
When Judd stiffened out and groaned into her mother's mouth, Sunny
reached around between the cheeks of his ass and took hold of his balls
to feel their flexing as they pumped up their load of hot jazz.
* * *
In the morning, Sunny got to George behind the yard umbrella, and he
met her as if he hadn't fucked anything for a month. The big dog was
something else, always ready to screw, and she thought that was about
the best state of readiness there could ever be. Sunny had a couple of
things she wanted to try on George, but she looked all around the yard
and up at the second-story windows of the houses before adjusting the
umbrella to cut off a certain section of the yard.
Then she dropped to hands and knees and played with the dog's sheath,
making the long, red prick slide out. Sunny didn't want to tease him,
but she had some experiments to perform before she fucked him. Her
mother was upstairs asleep, screwed out by Judd Lorimer, her energy
burned up after doing so long without a man's cock. So Sunny and George
should be safe enough from any prying eyes.
Her mother had gone along okay with the fucking, the rape, but Sunny
wasn't at all certain what would happen if her mom learned that she was
fucking a dog. That might be another story, and since things were
swinging so well for them, Sunny didn't want to mess anything up. But
she wanted to check out the dog's reactions to some ideas she had.
"Here, George," she whispered, playing with that hard shaft. "That's
right, good old George just keeping humping it out there. Keep it
moving in my hand. That's it."
The cock was slippery, all gleaming and slidy as she jacked off the big
dog, squeezing down on the rigid shaft and fingering over the pointy
knob that seemed to grow with each humping thrust the dog made into the
air--and into her caressing hand. Sunny was interested in actually
watching what happened when it went off--to see if it exploded like a
gun shooting, or if it squirted like a hose, or what.
She continued to fondle the sliding prick, and the head of it seemed to
expand more and more, but only to her touch; she could barely see any
real change as George whined and hunched, bewildered because he
couldn't clamp his front legs around a warm body. The dog was getting
spoiled, she thought, using her other hand to feet his swinging balls.
But she didn't slow down her massaging on his slippery prick.
Staring, she watched the knob suddenly swell to several times its size,
and when George whined deep in his hairy chest, she felt that he was
about to come. The dog stiffened out in a half-crouch, and a great
shiver passed through his body. Sunny watched entranced as the head of
his cock shook, vibrated, then spurted a solid stream of jism.
It shot out to land between his forefeet, a big blob of gooey stuff
that glistened up at her. But George wasn't through, and another lunge
of his ass drove his prick forward in her hand to spit another stream
of sperm that fell somewhat short of the place the first spurt landed.
That was the same juice that she had taken into her snatch, that had
hosed up her ass, feeling all hot and bubbly, making her tingle and
tickle from head to toe. Sunny let go of the dog's balls and touched a
fingertip into the puddle of sperm, nabbing lightly, smearing the stuff
around. It was thick and sticky, and the texture of it thrilled her.
"George," she murmured, "can you go again so soon? Come on and try it,
George. I'm so hot I can't stand it any longer."
As she backed her ass into the dog's face, George lowered his muzzle
and began to lick hotly at her pussy, laving her asshole as well with
his big, long tongue. Sunny thought that she'd save her other
experiment until sometime later. She'd meant to go down on George, to
find out if that would be as exciting as eating Judd's thick cock, to
see if there was a difference in taste between the dog's sperm and the
man's cum.
But she'd gotten herself turned on too much, playing with George's
prick, jacking him off. So now she had to swing with him, to reach an
orgasm herself It felt good, the wetness of his reaching tongue, and
Sunny squirmed at the warm lapping, moving so that he could reach all
over the lips of her pussy. Once in a while, the end of the tongue
would penetrate her gash and she'd wiggle joyfully at the sensation.
George got himself worked up then, and lifted to clamp his paws around
her waist while his stiff cock probed for an opening, any hot opening
that would take it. Sunny considered taking it up the ass again, but
changed her mind when George's knobby prick poked into the hairs of her
cunt.
Better to fuck the dog in the regular way, she thought, to make him
screw her long and strong in the pussy, so she could come better.
Grinding her ass, hiking it towards the searching cock, Sunny dropped
her upper body so that George could find her cunt more easily. He got
it stuck into the pussylips, whined once, then shoved his dick
powerfully right into her snatch without another second of hesitation.
The dog's rigid prick pushed into her hole greasily, and Sunny was glad
she'd been hot and ready for it. Otherwise, the shaft might have made
her hurt, sliding into a dry cunt. George didn't give a damn, once the
head of his cock touched a wet hole; he just plunged his rod on home,
all the way to his balls.
Settling herself, Sunny rocked with the penetrating lunges of the Great
Dane's cock, seesawing back and forth with every long thrust. George
had a strong and steady rhythm, and pushed his prick deep into her cunt
with every stroke, hunching his back so that his balls swung into
Sunny's thighs.
Eyes closed, face turned upon her forearm, Sunny took the hard cock,
felt the soft joltings of it against her cervix and the grinding of the
shaft across her clit. His cock was groovy for her, different from
Judd's larger, heavier cock, strange because George was a dog and was
fucking her like she was a bitch dog. No man would ever be able to
quite screw her this way, she thought, and wiggled happily upon the
ramrodding prick.
George took longer because he had just come, and Sunny tried holding
off, making herself slow down so she wouldn't come too soon. She
luxuriated in the fucking, slid her ass up and down the pistoning cock,
but she couldn't keep the far-out sensations off. They built within her
hot pussy, grew more potent with each stroke of the dog's prick, and
she dug her fingers into the earth, fighting the surges.
"Uhhh!" she grunted, and swung her ass furiously, grinding her cunt
around the dog's driving prick, not giving a damn about anything but
the hot, blazing excitement of being screwed.
Sunny came in a violent, boiling spasm that shook her entire body. Her
clit thrummed and her cunt muscles squeezed down upon the moving,
churning cock that was making her quake all over. Her pussy rippled,
let go, clamped again, and the flashes of juicy, hot feelings radiated
through her twat.
"Ohh!" she gasped as George continued to hammer his rigid cock into her
quaking cunt. "Uhhh! G-George, you horny bastard! Ohhh! OOOHHH!!"
And the dog's prick drove hard into her hole as George gripped her
tightly with his forelegs. Her knees skidded on the grass as the Great
Dane pounded his heavy shaft more savagely into her twat, and George
was mixing growls with whines, deep in his chest.
Then he let it go again--and Sunny almost sobbed with relief as the
torrent of sizzling dog juice splashed into her pussy, as the dog's cum
washed thick and hot throughout her wetly flexing cunt.
George stiffened out above her, and the grip of his paws relaxed.
Gently, she crawled away from him, expertly sliding out of the dog's
cock, hesitating at the spread of its distended head, then giving her
cunt a deft twist that popped the knob out of her pussylips. She felt
the sticky residue that trailed after, to turn her thighs slick.
Then she was gone from beneath him, feeling for her panties, her chest
heaving as her breath finally slowed. In her jeans again, she sat up
and reached back to pat the dog's broad head. "You're a real fucker,
George. Every time I get screwed by you, I think I'm coming apart at
the seams. It's good, George--it's very good."
Next time, she thought, she'd suck him off, and get the dog's reaction
to that. No doubt he'd just plunge that stiff cock down her throat with
the same brutal, hammering speed. But maybe she could control its
penetration by moving her head, or slow him down by chewing on his
prick. It would be fun to try.
Sunny came from behind the lawn umbrella, leading the now docile George
by his choke-chain collar. Snapping the hook of his leash into the
collar, she tied him to the doghouse. George lay down immediately and
closed his eyes, muzzle on his paws.
Smiling down at her hairy lover, Sunny walked back into the house,
knowing the slippery feeling of cum oozing from her pussylips and
thinking of a hot shower. But she met her mother in the kitchen, and
realized they would have to have a talk.
Her mother made the first move. "Coffee, Sunny? Or a cold drink?"
"Something cold, Mom. I was--goofing around outside and got all sweaty.
Do you feel okay?" Sunny sat at the table and watched her mother move
to the fridge, liking the grace of her motions, the slimness of leg and
the sexy jiggling of her ass.
Teresa Watson dropped ice in a glass and foamed Coke over it. She had a
glass of dark stuff herself, and Sunny figured it was a mixed drink,
that her mother was getting her nerve together with it.
"Sunny," her mother said, after gulping from her glass, "I want you to
know that I--well, I thank you for doing what you did last night, for
bringing Judd Lorimer in to--do it to me. I was very angry at first,
and could have kicked you and Judd both, but then--it's been a long
time for me, without a man. There are other ways a woman can gratify
her sexual cravings, but I needed a man's love."
"I'm glad," Sunny said. "When I saw you start to fuck Judd back, then I
knew I wasn't going to be in any big trouble for helping him rape you.
And I do want you to be happy, Mom. I mean, when I found out how good
it was, how wonderful Judd's prick could make me feel, then I wanted
you to have that same enjoyment, too."
Her mother's face was red, and her voice fluttered a little when she
answered, "And I did enjoy it. You--it didn't embarrass you, watching
your mother take a man's--cock into her body like that?"
Sunny drank some Coke. "Me? No way, Mom. I got a real kick out of it.
You're so beautiful, and when you got all hot, you wiggled and squirmed
so, fucking Judd like you never meant to let him go. I was only sorry
that I couldn't join you then, but I knew that might shake you up too
much."
Teresa's eyes widened. "J-Join us? You mean--make it a threesome? I
don't quite understand."
Shrugging, Sunny said, "I'm not all that sure, either. I just figure it
can be done okay. I like to touch you when you're fucking him, and I
like to play with him, too. It would be a lot of fun, mixing us
together."
Her mother poured another drink. "You amaze me, Sunny. So young and yet
somehow so knowledgeable. I--you take a wholly different approach to
sex, I see. And you've been screwing Judd?"
"And going down on him, and having him go down on me. Mom, did he eat
your pussy last night, after I left?"
The glass rattled against Teresa's teeth. "I--what a thing to say,
Sunny! I--look ..."
Grinning, Sunny pursued the subject. "Did you eat his cock? If you did,
I bet it was the first time you ever went down on a man. I can't see
you taking Daddy's prick into your mouth."
Teresa shook her head, drank thirstily from her glass. "Not your
father, and as for last night--Judd made me do it to him. You know how
strong and demanding he is."
"Yeah," Sunny giggled, "I know. He forced me to eat his cock the first
time, too. I thought I'd strangle on his cum, but I didn't. Did you
like it, too?"
Wordlessly, her mother nodded. "it was--very different. I never thought
I could possibly stomach any act of perversion like that, but--since
we're being honest with each other, I may as well admit that it excited
me tremendously. But I've been upset ever since, a little frightened.
What if Judd's wife and children find out what he's been doing to us? I
just can't ever face Lenore Lorimer again."
"Sure you can, Mom. She doesn't have to know--not right away, anyhow.
And maybe Judd can keep up with both of us, but if he can't--well, I
might tell you that Betsy and I have been playing around some. So I
don't think it would be all that hard to get Harry Lorimer in on the
fun and games."
Teresa stared. "What do you mean, you and Betsy playing around? Have
you been doing anything perverted with another girl?"
"Not really," Sunny said. "And what's 'perverted', anyhow? I don't
think it's weird when Judd eats my cunt, and I dig eating his prick."
"But with another girl--"
"What's the difference--man, boy, girl? Or anything else, for that
matter." For a fleeting second, Sunny was tempted to tell her mother
about George, but she obviously wasn't ready for such information.
Teresa shook her head and finished her drink, sitting limply at the
table. "I don't know anymore. Confused, that's what I am. And maybe a
little bit snockered. But not too much to remember what you said about
Harry Lorimer. He's a beautiful boy, and so young. What makes you think
he'd be interested in screwing a woman old enough to be his mother?
That is, if Judd can't keep up with both of us, and his wife, too."
Sunny got up and went around the table to put her hands on her mother's
shoulders. "Any guy would be interested, Mom. Especially when you stop
hiding all that sexy, beautiful body and start showing it off. Harry--I
have an idea he'd screw anything, anywhere, anytime. But we'll start
him out light--like with me and his sister."
Her mother leaned against Sunny's hands. "Now it's incest. I'm getting
more mixed up. I should be saying no, and trying to do something about
all this, but--"
Stroking her mom's neck, Sunny massaged the muscles gently. "But you
had so much fun last night that you don't want to let go of it. And
you're right. Your skin is so soft and lovely, and when your hair is
loose like this, it's like a golden waterfall. I really dig touching
you, Mom."
"I like it, too," Teresa admitted.
Sunny moved her hands down and around, and her fingers cupped her
mother's boobs. Teresa flinched, but didn't move away, and Sunny
pressed down tenderly upon the nipples, squeezed the big, soft jugs
themselves.
She knew then what she was going to do next.
Sunny left them to their private loving later that night, and crept
tiredly into her bed--Betsy's bed, rather--leaving father and daughter
together in the guest room. She thought they'd have a lot to say to
each other, besides all the things they'd want to do, like play sixty-
nine.
Sunny had had her orgasm, and was content with just that, especially
after the ass-reaming she'd taken earlier from George. So she dreamed--
of men and boys with hard-ons, all sizes of cocks, all with drippy
prickheads. But behind them, there always loped the big figure of her
Great Dane.
* * *
Awaking early, Sunny eased back into the guest room, careful that the
other Lorimer at home--Harry--wouldn't hear her wandering about. She
roused Judd and told him to scoot back to his own room, then made
certain he understood she wanted to see him later in the day, over at
her house.
"Come alone," she said. "I dig sweet Betsy almost as much as you do,
but force yourself to leave her at home for a while. We can all get
together again later."
He nodded sleepily, but got himself together and trudged for his own
room. Sunny went across the yards and let herself in the back door,
raiding the fridge before going upstairs for a long nap. She hadn't
seen George chained to his doghouse, nor did she see him in the living
room; the big dog wasn't upstairs, either. Hiding somewhere, she
thought, getting up a boner for his next fuck with her--which wouldn't
be all that long.
* * *
The smell of bacon roused Sunny next time, and she hurried through a
shower, then plunged downstairs to eat. She was ravenous, downing
everything in sight, from juice to pan fries. Fucking made her hungry;
because it used up so much energy, she guessed. And one thing she
didn't want to do was run out of energy--not for at least a thousand
years. Maybe she could catch up on enough screwing by that time.
When she looked up, her mother was smiling wanly at her. "Evidently you
weren't sick. Why did you come home so early from Betsy Watson's?
Usually when you stay over, you girls talk all night and sleep half the
day."
Sunny said, "Oh, we zonked out early and I felt like having breakfast
with you." Her mother looked older this morning, seemed lonelier than
ever, and Sunny felt sorry for her. But she brightened, remembering
that Judd Lorimer was coming over later in the day.
Her mom had a surprise coming, because Sunny intended to ask Judd to
fuck her. They'd go well together--his black hair and olive skin
against her willowy, honey-blonde fairness; his big, pulsing cock
shoving into the tender pussy that hadn't been screwed in so many years
...
Sunny had to look down into her coffee cup, afraid that what she was
thinking might show on her face. The idea was getting to her, making
her own mound turn humid. Last night had been pretty wild, sharing Judd
with his daughter, but if she shared him with her mother--that would be
weird. It would also be out of sight.
But her mother was so straight and shy, and had that hangup about
hiding all the good points of her body. Maybe she'd freak out if Judd
raped her, and scream for the cops.
Sunny finished her coffee and cleared the table, frowning about that
possibility. But if her mom had passed along her own genes, so that
Sunny inherited her vital sexiness from her mother instead of her
father, then her mom was a ball of fire inside.
Then why hadn't she swung with a few guys? She always spent her nights
at home. Out of a sense of duty toward her daughter? Or because her
hangup was sex, and she was hiding out from the world of men?
The gamble had to be taken, Sunny decided, drying the dishes as her
mother washed. If Sunny helped Judd get into her mom, then her mother
really couldn't call the police and fink on them. She'd be certain to
protect her daughter from that kind of involvement, even if it meant
taking a solid fucking and forgetting about it if she didn't enjoy the
screw. But how could any woman not enjoy fucking? Sunny wondered.
She was helpful around the house, cleaning up, picking her mom's
favorite tapes for the stereo, then mixing a rum Coke for her when she
sat down to read the paper.
Teresa Watson asked: "What's it all about? I appreciate you taking care
of me this way, but it's not usual."
"Drink up," Sunny said. "I mixed too much of this at one time, and you
don't want it to go flat. Then you go up and shower, and make yourself
still prettier, 'cause I invited somebody over to see us today."
"That's why, then." Teresa drained her glass. "Whoo! I'm certainly not
used to that. Who's coming over, dear--a new boy friend?"
Sunny refilled the glass and handed it over. Two drinks often stood her
mother on her ear. She said, "You might say that. I guess he is my boy
friend. But you don't need to get yourself up all formal, Mom. Just
wear your prettiest robe and fix your hair and--well, you know."
Teresa sipped some of the drink, made a face and said, "I'll have to
take the rest of this up to the shower. Didn't you make it a bit
strong, Sunny?"
Smiling, Sunny said, "Oh, come on. You're a big girl now. Finish up and
I can go wash the glass. I want everything tidy before he gets here."
Obediently, her mother swallowed the rum Coke. Blinking back a sudden
rush of tears, she said: "Just who is this young man, that your mother
has to be high to meet?"
"You'll like him," Sunny said. "He has a thing about him that you just
won't be able to resist." His big prick, she added silently, and had a
terrible time keeping her face under control. She took the glass and
turned away before she broke up. "Look pretty, Mom."
After her mother climbed the stairs, Sunny thought that now would be
the perfect time--to catch her just coming out of the shower, a little
woozy from the combination of unaccustomed rum and the hot water. They
could get her between them, she and Judd, and hustle her into the
bedroom, and Sunny would help hold her down while he poured that
massive prick to her.
A shiver ran up Sunny's back, and she squeezed her thighs together to
ease the urgency in her pussy. She went to the door, hoping to see
Judd; he didn't come right away, and she got edgier, walking back and
forth nervously. Back at the door, she saw him at last, and ran to grab
at his hand, hauling him into the kitchen.
"Judd--oh, darling--you timed it just right."
He looked at her quizzically. "What? Were you ready to call your dog?"
She tilted her head at him. "You don't have to be jealous of poor
George. He doesn't whine when you fuck me. But it's not me, Judd not
right away, anyhow. You have to do something special for me. You have
to fuck my mother."
"What the bell? Sunny--have you flipped out?"
"You have to fuck her," she insisted. "My mom is lonely and shy and
she's not going to get any better, any older, unless you show her how
good it is to be fucked. You could make her eat you, too--the way you
did it to me, and turn her on all the way around."
His eyes warmed and he said, "Your mother. Does Teresa know about
this?"
"No, but I'll help you. Rape her, if you have to, and if she wants to
yell for the police, I'll swear that she just got mad at you. But I
don't think she'll give that kind of trouble if I'm mixed up in it.
She's showering now, and she's had two rum Cokes, so she'll be wobbly."
Judd said slowly, "Your mother is a lovely woman, and I've been
wondering why she keeps to herself all the time. That would be
something--to be fucking both of you, mother and daughter."
Sunny pointed out, "And later, swinging with both at the same time--
maybe even with Betsy, too. Wouldn't that be wild, man? Two girls and a
woman, fucking you and eating you and loving you."
He licked his lips and said, "Yeah. Upstairs, you say?"
Excitedly, Sunny said, "Get undressed down here--and I will, too.
That'll shock her silly, seeing you and me naked. It ought to throw her
so off balance we can grab her."
"Damn," he said, "this is one hell of an idea, and I'm getting a hard-
on already. Let's go, baby."
They threw off their clothes helter-skelter, and Sunny clutched his
hand again when they were bare-assed. "Come on, lover man. Right on up
the stairs."
Their timing was just a shade off, because Sunny had planned to trap
her mother either in the bathroom, or just coming out of it. As it
happened, they closed in on Teresa Watson just a second after she had
turned into her own room. Sunny caught a flash of the pale-blue robe as
her mom left the hallway.
Before Judd could slow down or hesitate, she dragged him to the door,
turned the knob, and they dashed inside together. Teresa spun around,
her mouth going wide in utter surprise at the sight of two naked bodies
plunging towards her. Before her mother could scream, Sunny clamped a
hand over her mouth, caught one of her wrists and shoved her towards
the bed.
Judd was quick, too; he grabbed the other wrist and pulled Teresa down.
She hit the bed with her long, slim legs flailing, and Sunny saw her
mother's cunt exposed--a deeply haired, richly golden-brown pussy set
beautifully between sleekly rounded thighs. Then Teresa was kicking,
trying to cross her legs and hide her cunt, moaning helplessly against
her daughter's palm.
Judd managed to get a knee between the scissoring legs, and clamped an
iron grip on the opposite knee. Teresa stopped kicking because she had
to. Then he brought her arm up over her head and said to Sunny: "Let go
of her mouth and use your hands to pin both her wrists."
"What if she screams?" Sunny asked, panting with excitement.
"If she screams," Judd said, staring down into Teresa's wild eyes,
"I'll stuff a pillowcase in her mouth. You hear me, woman?"
Carefully, Sunny moved her hand away from her mother's mouth, saying
softly: "Mom--oh Mom, please don't act up or try anything crazy. He'll
tie you and gag you if he has to. And he's going to fuck you, either
way. So please--please be cool."
Her mom's eyes were wide with shock, and she was gasping for breath,
but Sunny thought she was too shaken to yell, now. There was sheer
terror on her face, and for just a second, Sunny wanted to soften, to
relent and call off the whole thing. But it was out of her hands; Judd
was too aroused now, determined to fuck the lovely, mature cunt he saw.
There'd be no stopping him.
He said, "Relax, Teresa. You've been fucked before."
Silently, the woman continued to fight. Holding her mother's wrists,
Sunny saw the pressure Judd put upon the tender hips, and how he used
both hands to hold her mom's crotch into place for the prodding of his
hungry cock.
The big, spongy prickhead poked at her gash, slid off the thick curls
of pussy hair, recovered and thrust again. This time, the blunt end
found a softer place, a slightly damp hole, and pinned the wriggling
pussy solidly. Teresa gasped aloud. Judd pushed harder, using more
force now that his cockhead had found her cunt hole.
Staring, Sunny watched the flanged cockhead power its way between the
lips of her mother's pussy, saw the cuntlips stretch to absorb it, saw
the shaft begin to slide into the grip of the scarlet mouth. The head
vanished, and the cuntlips closed behind it, riding smoothly down along
the veined trunk of his prick, moving moistly down until they came to
rest around the thick base, against the fleshy mounding above his
dangling balls.
Judd Lorimer had his prick shoved all the way into her mother's pussy.
Sunny held onto her mom's struggling wrists, but the power was going
out of them as Judd began to stroke, pulling back his huge rod for
another wet plunge into the velvet depths of a cunt that hadn't been
fucked in years.
"Oh!" Teresa panted. "Oh, how dare you! You can't! Damn you, Judd
Lorimer, you're raping me--oh!--raping me, you hairy, disgusting brute.
I--ooohh! You're so big--so long. Sunny, Sunny! How, could you help
him--ahhh!"
He thrust his dick into her cunt to the roots, drew back until Sunny
thought the knob of his prick was going to pop out of the trembling
pussy; then he pushed it deep once more, feeding the hard, thick meat
to her mother in long, steady strokes that had to be reaching bottom.
"Stay with him, Mom," Sunny urged. "Grind your pussy on him. Fuck him
back. He has such a gorgeous prick, doesn't he? So hot and stiff. Fuck
him, Mother."
She let go of her mom's hands, and Teresa's arms came uncertainly down,
the hands fluttering for a moment, then settling firmly upon Judd's
shoulders, her long, thin fingers taking a grip there. Teresa's eyes
were closed, but her red lips hung open and wet, and as Sunny watched,
the rosy nipples of her mom's big, round tits climbed straight up and
turned hard. Her hips started a slow, sensuous tick-tock swinging, and
her back arched slightly, so that her luxuriantly furred crotch rose to
him, lifted to meet his strokes.
Turning her head, Sunny smiled at Judd. "She's screwing you back. She
loves that big cock of yours, darling. It's all right now, because Mom
is fucking you and digging it."
"Like daughter, like mother," Judd said, pumping his rod steadily into
the squirming woman. "Let yourself go, Teresa. Fuck hard or slow or
mean or any way you want to, darling. You have a marvelous tight cunt,
so hot and slippery, soft as satin and strong as silk. Fuck me, Teresa-
-keep grinding your ass and hunching this hot pussy up to me."
"Uh!" her mother moaned, and Sunny felt out with one finger to touch
the erectile tip of one tit. "Uh-oh, Judd! Such a big one--what a big,
hard prick! It's filling me, stretching me-- Not so quick! Oh, I don't
want to come so quick! I want to just keep fucking--uh--UH--UH!"
Her mom's pelvis blurred in savage strokes as she slammed it up to
Judd's crotch. She wrapped her arms around Judd's neck and pulled his
face down so that she could thrust a quaking tongue into his mouth.
Teresa's pale white ass made violent circles as she came.
So beautiful, Sunny thought, her hand cupped over one of her mother's
big, soft boobs, her hand caught between Judd's hairy chest and the
flattened jug; how lovely it was, seeing her mother get fucked,
watching her shudder when she came, and hearing that little slosh--
slosh liquidy noise as Judd continued to ram his pole deep.
Teresa went limp, but her mouth remained fastened to his, and Sunny got
her hand out to slide it along her mother's flank and feel the recoil
of the flesh there as the man pounded his meat home.
When Judd stiffened out and groaned into her mother's mouth, Sunny
reached around between the cheeks of his ass and took hold of his balls
to feel their flexing as they pumped up their load of hot jazz.
* * *
In the morning, Sunny got to George behind the yard umbrella, and he
met her as if he hadn't fucked anything for a month. The big dog was
something else, always ready to screw, and she thought that was about
the best state of readiness there could ever be. Sunny had a couple of
things she wanted to try on George, but she looked all around the yard
and up at the second-story windows of the houses before adjusting the
umbrella to cut off a certain section of the yard.
Then she dropped to hands and knees and played with the dog's sheath,
making the long, red prick slide out. Sunny didn't want to tease him,
but she had some experiments to perform before she fucked him. Her
mother was upstairs asleep, screwed out by Judd Lorimer, her energy
burned up after doing so long without a man's cock. So Sunny and George
should be safe enough from any prying eyes.
Her mother had gone along okay with the fucking, the rape, but Sunny
wasn't at all certain what would happen if her mom learned that she was
fucking a dog. That might be another story, and since things were
swinging so well for them, Sunny didn't want to mess anything up. But
she wanted to check out the dog's reactions to some ideas she had.
"Here, George," she whispered, playing with that hard shaft. "That's
right, good old George just keeping humping it out there. Keep it
moving in my hand. That's it."
The cock was slippery, all gleaming and slidy as she jacked off the big
dog, squeezing down on the rigid shaft and fingering over the pointy
knob that seemed to grow with each humping thrust the dog made into the
air--and into her caressing hand. Sunny was interested in actually
watching what happened when it went off--to see if it exploded like a
gun shooting, or if it squirted like a hose, or what.
She continued to fondle the sliding prick, and the head of it seemed to
expand more and more, but only to her touch; she could barely see any
real change as George whined and hunched, bewildered because he
couldn't clamp his front legs around a warm body. The dog was getting
spoiled, she thought, using her other hand to feet his swinging balls.
But she didn't slow down her massaging on his slippery prick.
Staring, she watched the knob suddenly swell to several times its size,
and when George whined deep in his hairy chest, she felt that he was
about to come. The dog stiffened out in a half-crouch, and a great
shiver passed through his body. Sunny watched entranced as the head of
his cock shook, vibrated, then spurted a solid stream of jism.
It shot out to land between his forefeet, a big blob of gooey stuff
that glistened up at her. But George wasn't through, and another lunge
of his ass drove his prick forward in her hand to spit another stream
of sperm that fell somewhat short of the place the first spurt landed.
That was the same juice that she had taken into her snatch, that had
hosed up her ass, feeling all hot and bubbly, making her tingle and
tickle from head to toe. Sunny let go of the dog's balls and touched a
fingertip into the puddle of sperm, nabbing lightly, smearing the stuff
around. It was thick and sticky, and the texture of it thrilled her.
"George," she murmured, "can you go again so soon? Come on and try it,
George. I'm so hot I can't stand it any longer."
As she backed her ass into the dog's face, George lowered his muzzle
and began to lick hotly at her pussy, laving her asshole as well with
his big, long tongue. Sunny thought that she'd save her other
experiment until sometime later. She'd meant to go down on George, to
find out if that would be as exciting as eating Judd's thick cock, to
see if there was a difference in taste between the dog's sperm and the
man's cum.
But she'd gotten herself turned on too much, playing with George's
prick, jacking him off. So now she had to swing with him, to reach an
orgasm herself It felt good, the wetness of his reaching tongue, and
Sunny squirmed at the warm lapping, moving so that he could reach all
over the lips of her pussy. Once in a while, the end of the tongue
would penetrate her gash and she'd wiggle joyfully at the sensation.
George got himself worked up then, and lifted to clamp his paws around
her waist while his stiff cock probed for an opening, any hot opening
that would take it. Sunny considered taking it up the ass again, but
changed her mind when George's knobby prick poked into the hairs of her
cunt.
Better to fuck the dog in the regular way, she thought, to make him
screw her long and strong in the pussy, so she could come better.
Grinding her ass, hiking it towards the searching cock, Sunny dropped
her upper body so that George could find her cunt more easily. He got
it stuck into the pussylips, whined once, then shoved his dick
powerfully right into her snatch without another second of hesitation.
The dog's rigid prick pushed into her hole greasily, and Sunny was glad
she'd been hot and ready for it. Otherwise, the shaft might have made
her hurt, sliding into a dry cunt. George didn't give a damn, once the
head of his cock touched a wet hole; he just plunged his rod on home,
all the way to his balls.
Settling herself, Sunny rocked with the penetrating lunges of the Great
Dane's cock, seesawing back and forth with every long thrust. George
had a strong and steady rhythm, and pushed his prick deep into her cunt
with every stroke, hunching his back so that his balls swung into
Sunny's thighs.
Eyes closed, face turned upon her forearm, Sunny took the hard cock,
felt the soft joltings of it against her cervix and the grinding of the
shaft across her clit. His cock was groovy for her, different from
Judd's larger, heavier cock, strange because George was a dog and was
fucking her like she was a bitch dog. No man would ever be able to
quite screw her this way, she thought, and wiggled happily upon the
ramrodding prick.
George took longer because he had just come, and Sunny tried holding
off, making herself slow down so she wouldn't come too soon. She
luxuriated in the fucking, slid her ass up and down the pistoning cock,
but she couldn't keep the far-out sensations off. They built within her
hot pussy, grew more potent with each stroke of the dog's prick, and
she dug her fingers into the earth, fighting the surges.
"Uhhh!" she grunted, and swung her ass furiously, grinding her cunt
around the dog's driving prick, not giving a damn about anything but
the hot, blazing excitement of being screwed.
Sunny came in a violent, boiling spasm that shook her entire body. Her
clit thrummed and her cunt muscles squeezed down upon the moving,
churning cock that was making her quake all over. Her pussy rippled,
let go, clamped again, and the flashes of juicy, hot feelings radiated
through her twat.
"Ohh!" she gasped as George continued to hammer his rigid cock into her
quaking cunt. "Uhhh! G-George, you horny bastard! Ohhh! OOOHHH!!"
And the dog's prick drove hard into her hole as George gripped her
tightly with his forelegs. Her knees skidded on the grass as the Great
Dane pounded his heavy shaft more savagely into her twat, and George
was mixing growls with whines, deep in his chest.
Then he let it go again--and Sunny almost sobbed with relief as the
torrent of sizzling dog juice splashed into her pussy, as the dog's cum
washed thick and hot throughout her wetly flexing cunt.
George stiffened out above her, and the grip of his paws relaxed.
Gently, she crawled away from him, expertly sliding out of the dog's
cock, hesitating at the spread of its distended head, then giving her
cunt a deft twist that popped the knob out of her pussylips. She felt
the sticky residue that trailed after, to turn her thighs slick.
Then she was gone from beneath him, feeling for her panties, her chest
heaving as her breath finally slowed. In her jeans again, she sat up
and reached back to pat the dog's broad head. "You're a real fucker,
George. Every time I get screwed by you, I think I'm coming apart at
the seams. It's good, George--it's very good."
Next time, she thought, she'd suck him off, and get the dog's reaction
to that. No doubt he'd just plunge that stiff cock down her throat with
the same brutal, hammering speed. But maybe she could control its
penetration by moving her head, or slow him down by chewing on his
prick. It would be fun to try.
Sunny came from behind the lawn umbrella, leading the now docile George
by his choke-chain collar. Snapping the hook of his leash into the
collar, she tied him to the doghouse. George lay down immediately and
closed his eyes, muzzle on his paws.
Smiling down at her hairy lover, Sunny walked back into the house,
knowing the slippery feeling of cum oozing from her pussylips and
thinking of a hot shower. But she met her mother in the kitchen, and
realized they would have to have a talk.
Her mother made the first move. "Coffee, Sunny? Or a cold drink?"
"Something cold, Mom. I was--goofing around outside and got all sweaty.
Do you feel okay?" Sunny sat at the table and watched her mother move
to the fridge, liking the grace of her motions, the slimness of leg and
the sexy jiggling of her ass.
Teresa Watson dropped ice in a glass and foamed Coke over it. She had a
glass of dark stuff herself, and Sunny figured it was a mixed drink,
that her mother was getting her nerve together with it.
"Sunny," her mother said, after gulping from her glass, "I want you to
know that I--well, I thank you for doing what you did last night, for
bringing Judd Lorimer in to--do it to me. I was very angry at first,
and could have kicked you and Judd both, but then--it's been a long
time for me, without a man. There are other ways a woman can gratify
her sexual cravings, but I needed a man's love."
"I'm glad," Sunny said. "When I saw you start to fuck Judd back, then I
knew I wasn't going to be in any big trouble for helping him rape you.
And I do want you to be happy, Mom. I mean, when I found out how good
it was, how wonderful Judd's prick could make me feel, then I wanted
you to have that same enjoyment, too."
Her mother's face was red, and her voice fluttered a little when she
answered, "And I did enjoy it. You--it didn't embarrass you, watching
your mother take a man's--cock into her body like that?"
Sunny drank some Coke. "Me? No way, Mom. I got a real kick out of it.
You're so beautiful, and when you got all hot, you wiggled and squirmed
so, fucking Judd like you never meant to let him go. I was only sorry
that I couldn't join you then, but I knew that might shake you up too
much."
Teresa's eyes widened. "J-Join us? You mean--make it a threesome? I
don't quite understand."
Shrugging, Sunny said, "I'm not all that sure, either. I just figure it
can be done okay. I like to touch you when you're fucking him, and I
like to play with him, too. It would be a lot of fun, mixing us
together."
Her mother poured another drink. "You amaze me, Sunny. So young and yet
somehow so knowledgeable. I--you take a wholly different approach to
sex, I see. And you've been screwing Judd?"
"And going down on him, and having him go down on me. Mom, did he eat
your pussy last night, after I left?"
The glass rattled against Teresa's teeth. "I--what a thing to say,
Sunny! I--look ..."
Grinning, Sunny pursued the subject. "Did you eat his cock? If you did,
I bet it was the first time you ever went down on a man. I can't see
you taking Daddy's prick into your mouth."
Teresa shook her head, drank thirstily from her glass. "Not your
father, and as for last night--Judd made me do it to him. You know how
strong and demanding he is."
"Yeah," Sunny giggled, "I know. He forced me to eat his cock the first
time, too. I thought I'd strangle on his cum, but I didn't. Did you
like it, too?"
Wordlessly, her mother nodded. "it was--very different. I never thought
I could possibly stomach any act of perversion like that, but--since
we're being honest with each other, I may as well admit that it excited
me tremendously. But I've been upset ever since, a little frightened.
What if Judd's wife and children find out what he's been doing to us? I
just can't ever face Lenore Lorimer again."
"Sure you can, Mom. She doesn't have to know--not right away, anyhow.
And maybe Judd can keep up with both of us, but if he can't--well, I
might tell you that Betsy and I have been playing around some. So I
don't think it would be all that hard to get Harry Lorimer in on the
fun and games."
Teresa stared. "What do you mean, you and Betsy playing around? Have
you been doing anything perverted with another girl?"
"Not really," Sunny said. "And what's 'perverted', anyhow? I don't
think it's weird when Judd eats my cunt, and I dig eating his prick."
"But with another girl--"
"What's the difference--man, boy, girl? Or anything else, for that
matter." For a fleeting second, Sunny was tempted to tell her mother
about George, but she obviously wasn't ready for such information.
Teresa shook her head and finished her drink, sitting limply at the
table. "I don't know anymore. Confused, that's what I am. And maybe a
little bit snockered. But not too much to remember what you said about
Harry Lorimer. He's a beautiful boy, and so young. What makes you think
he'd be interested in screwing a woman old enough to be his mother?
That is, if Judd can't keep up with both of us, and his wife, too."
Sunny got up and went around the table to put her hands on her mother's
shoulders. "Any guy would be interested, Mom. Especially when you stop
hiding all that sexy, beautiful body and start showing it off. Harry--I
have an idea he'd screw anything, anywhere, anytime. But we'll start
him out light--like with me and his sister."
Her mother leaned against Sunny's hands. "Now it's incest. I'm getting
more mixed up. I should be saying no, and trying to do something about
all this, but--"
Stroking her mom's neck, Sunny massaged the muscles gently. "But you
had so much fun last night that you don't want to let go of it. And
you're right. Your skin is so soft and lovely, and when your hair is
loose like this, it's like a golden waterfall. I really dig touching
you, Mom."
"I like it, too," Teresa admitted.
Sunny moved her hands down and around, and her fingers cupped her
mother's boobs. Teresa flinched, but didn't move away, and Sunny
pressed down tenderly upon the nipples, squeezed the big, soft jugs
themselves.
She knew then what she was going to do next.
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