“I’ll be back in a few minutes; I just need to check on something,” Jon left me alone reading a Tintin adventure book in our shared bedroom.
I was surprised by how long he had been gone and wondered what was keeping him. Then it hit me—he must have gone to talk to his mom about our conversations by the river. Did she need his approval to pursue me? I quietly left our room and headed towards his parents’ bedroom, where I could hear Jon and Inga talking. As I listened, I realised their conversation was rather steamy and not at all what I was expecting.
“Mom, I want to watch you fuck his huge cock, see you taking it deep. Tell me how much you want it; I saw the lust in your eyes this morning.”
Inga’s response surprised me. “His enormous cock is to die for; he really turned me on, throbbing that thick shaft between my thighs. He can fuck my tight pussy whenever he likes. Inga was panting and gasping, and I heard intriguing wet slapping sounds.
Eager and unable to resist the urge, I anxiously peered into the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of what was causing the mysterious sounds. Inga lay on her back, spreadeagled, as Jon fingered her pussy fast with one hand and slapped her large, swollen clit with the other. The sight took my breath away. Inga was in bliss, arching her back and taking pleasure from her son’s digital penetration.
“Let me show you what it would feel like having James forcing his cock into that aching cunt,” Jon was lost in a frenzy of lust.
“Yes, honey, show me… show me now! I need to cum,” Inga was gasping, barely able to speak.
Jon lined four fingers up to her slit, tucking his thumb towards his palm; he pushed his whole hand into her soaking open pussy. “Ohhhh, Jesus, push deeper, fill me up.” Inga tightly grasped the bedsheets and squealed with joy.
“That’s it, take his massive pole, Mommy.” Jon slid back and forth, plunging into the depths of her pussy to a chorus of moans.
Each backstroke of his thrust sent squirts of musky pussy juice flying through the air. My cock stood aching at full mast, throbbing, the veins fully engorged and ready to plunder. I felt a strong urge to expose my manhood to Inga; knowing she wanted me would enhance her moment of joy. Jon’s frenzied fisting and the complete surrender of pussy to him set my lust on fire. I was overcome with a commanding power as I pushed open the door, gesturing for Jon to stay quiet so as not to alert Inga. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in rapture; she climaxed on his fist. I stood at the side of the bed watching as Jon’s hand slipped from her spent hole, sending one last jet of juicy ejaculate onto his face. Inga, shuddering, eventually opened her eyes; she was shocked to see me standing there, with my huge, throbbing cock towering over her face.
“Is this what you’re craving?” Inga’s eyes were glazed; her body still twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm, she watched dribbles of my precum drip on the floor. Jon slapped her clit, causing her eyes to roll back in their sockets; she arched her back and tensed.
“Yesss, that’s so fucking biggg… Aahhhhh, my God! Fuckkk!” Inga exploded into another earth-shattering orgasm as Jon slapped her clit several more times.
I left the room feeling ecstatic, knowing that it was the sight of my erection that pushed her over the edge. I desired her, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. As I returned to our bedroom, I had never felt so aroused and in control. It was difficult to comprehend the intensity of what had just happened. The elasticity of Inga’s pussy surprised me; I was amazed how easily Jon’s hand delved into her depths. I was filled with an intense desire for Inga. On the brink of giving in to my urges and taking her right then and there. But a mischievous part of me wanted to toy with her, to make her yearn for my touch, to have her begging at my feet. Just as I was lost in these thoughts, I heard Viktor’s voice calling out as he ascended the stairs. He appeared in the doorway and caught me lying face down on the bed and asked if I had seen Inga, half expecting her to be with me. His thick eight-inch cock was impressively hard and hungry for sex. I was on holiday with a family of nymphomaniacs.
“I think she might be in your bedroom,” I said, pointing in the direction.
“Ahh! There you are! My goodness, I haven’t seen you looking so spent in a long time,” Viktor sounded rather pleased to find Inga in a dishevelled state.
“I gave her a good fisting, Dad. She lapped it up; we should finish her off and give her a good double fucking.” Jon had an insatiable appetite for his mom.
Inga’s protest for a break went unheard as I stealthily made my way back to the doorway. Jon effortlessly rolled her on top of Viktor, who slammed balls deep and started pumping her pussy with vigour. Jon lined his cock up and slipped deep into her arsehole. Inga’s holes were being ravaged by two rampant sex fiends, the air electrified with their passion. Inga cried out and climaxed, which only added fuel to the fire; the relentless fucking continued, faster and deeper, causing Inga to dance from one orgasm to the next, cumming in succession four times. Suddenly, Jon announced his imminent orgasm, which was closely followed by Viktor’s, both holes filled to the brim with their semen. Eventually, their cocks slipped from her quivering body, followed by a trail of cum.
“I need a shower. I wonder where James is,” Jon left his parents cuddling on the bed.
“I’m thinking of heading back outside to soak up some more sunshine. Would you like to join me, my love?” Muffled kissing noises and wet slurping sounds filled the corridor. “Mmmmm… That tastes really good,” Viktor said dreamily.
“Could you give me a few minutes, darling? I’m not sure I could even stand at the moment after that assault. You go ahead; I’ll be there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Inga, exhausted, needed time to recover.
Viktor paused briefly in the doorway with a huge smile on his face, proudly displaying his glistening cock that was covered with the spunk and love juice from his son and wife. After making sure he had left, I headed back to their bedroom. It was time to tease Inga once more. My raging hard-on was the biggest I’d ever witnessed. Viktor had kindly left the bedroom door wide open. Inga was lying on her back, her hair tousled and her red chest heaving. Even her large breasts, spilling to either side of her body, looked exhausted. Her cunt was swollen, red, and well-used, leaking juice that collected in a pool on the sheets. Sensing my presence, her eyes gradually opened.
“I can’t believe that all this time I thought you were a sweet, loving mother, but the reality is that you’re a nympho. Your son lured me here for sex with you. When he told you I was a big boy, that excited you…. Go on… admit it. I was surprised by how easily the words flowed from my mouth, but I had no clue where they were coming from.
I saw the desire in her eyes as they danced along the length of my manhood; she licked her lips as though she was preparing to suck it. I watched her clit twitching. “You have such a powerful erection, so big and strong. I’ve never seen one like it; it’s overwhelming, but I really want you.” She looked up with begging in her eyes.
“You didn’t admit to luring me into your web of sin. Pretending to be naturists,” it was the best headmaster impression I could deliver.
“James, please don’t hate me. We have a special love in the family, and I want you to be a part of that. Explore the heady delights of wonderful sex, fill me with your love and seed, James, fill me with your beautiful manhood, take me to nirvana,” her voice echoed in my ears with utter desperation.
I reached out and felt her body tense with anticipation as my fingers gently traced up her thighs. She shivered with excitement as I moved closer to her leaking used pussy. I felt the heat radiating on my hand. She gasped loudly and called out my name as I slapped her engorged clit. Her hand came up to take hold of my shaft, but I pushed it away, gently teasing. Sliding four fingers along her slit, she prepared herself for penetration, moaning loudly. Disappointing, I scooped up a load of a creamy cum mix and stepped back from the bed. The anticlimax showed painfully on her face. Holding my cock at the base, I squeezed hard, inflating the shaft to its maximum capacity, and then proceeded to rub the sticky cum juice all over my shaft.
“Do you like how I lube my cock?” teasing again, I knew Inga thought I was preparing to mount her. She breathed heavily, staring longingly at me, waiting.
“Oh yes, it’s magnificent, so wet and ready to take me. I can’t hold back any longer; please, James, take me…. Have me… Enter me… Fuck me… I need you… Please… Ohhh… don’t make me wait,” she begged, squirming her hips in a circular motion.
“I have a sneaky suspicion Viktor would like to clean this cum off my cock first,” Inga called out to me.
“James… wait… I want you.” Leaving her alone in the room on the edge of desperation, I heard Jon calling for me.
Our favourite TV show was about to start; I rushed downstairs, leaving Inga in a quivering heap on the bed. Still fully erect and coved in cum, I sat on the sofa next to Jon. “Did you fuck my mom, or did she suck you off? Your cock is pretty wet.” Jon held his hand up to high-five me.
I smiled with a hint of mischief in my voice. “Neither.” The teasing was exhilarating, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it going. Inga had gotten under my skin, and I was craving her intensely.
About twenty minutes later, Inga emerged from the shower looking refreshed. “I’ll start dinner; it should be ready by the time your show ends,” she said cheerfully, giving us both a kiss on the cheek before heading into the kitchen.
While we were having dinner, I started thinking about my next move. I decided to offer to help with the dishes so I could have a chance to flirt with Inga and turn up the heat. Jon and Viktor were busy with something called a bong, but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was focused on how far I could push Inga before she couldn’t take it anymore or before I gave in to my own desires. As we ate, I felt Inga’s warm hand on my thigh, gently stroking it. Viktor noticed the lust in her eyes and smirked; he knew that Inga was desperate.
“I’ll set up the bong, darling. I think it will make for an interesting night. You know how much Jon enjoys bong night,” Vikor said with a twinkle in his eye as he observed my reaction.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to scare James off. He might not be prepared for what bong night really entails,” Inga said, looking apprehensive as she stared into Viktor’s eyes.
“Don’t worry about James. He can decide for himself. If he likes what he sees, great. If not, he has you to keep him company,” Viktor replied, gazing back at me with his soft blue eyes and a warm smile. I smiled back, completely clueless about what they were talking about.
After dinner, I stayed to help Inga clean up, and I told the guys I would join them once I was finished. I could tell Viktor suspected I had a hidden agenda, as he gave me a thorough once-over and paused to get a good long look at my girthy, flaccid cock while I stood next to Inga at the sink. It was the first time he’d seen me standing face-on. The smile on his face confirmed his approval.
“Hurry up or you’ll miss out on all the fun,” Viktor teased as he and Jon left the kitchen.
I scraped the plates off into the bin and stacked the dirty dishes by the sink. Inga put on her rubber gloves, which for some reason really turned me on. I was swelling, instantly excited. Inga faced the sink and started cleaning the plates, stacking them on the draining board. “You’re such a sweet boy. I wish my son would offer to help with the dishes,” she said as she hummed an Abba tune. I moved in behind her, feeling a rush of desire race through my body.
She felt my warm breath on the back of her neck as I spoke, “I am a very naughty boy, with a huge cock that you need inside you.” I pressed my shaft against the side of her body. She gasped, nearly dropping the plate on the floor. Her hand came round to grasp me, but I pulled away.
“You haven’t finished your chores,” I twisted my hip and spun back, slapping my rigid length against her buttocks. “The sooner you’re done, the sooner you can play,” I teased.
With each pass behind Inga whilst reaching for the plates, I made sure the tip of my erection brushed against her soft flesh, leaving a trail of sticky precum. I lingered in close proximity so she could feel the heat of my body radiating against her skin. Inga leaned forward to clutch the washing-up liquid; I took the opportunity to press my length forward, slipping between her buttocks, momentarily making her shriek. After what seemed like a lifetime, the dishes were finally done. Inga turned to face me; she looked flustered, her cheeks flushed as she fidgeted on the spot. I could see she was exceptionally wet; there were several long trails of her love juice dribbling down her inner thighs, and her nipples and clit stood proudly erect, demanding attention.
“There, my chores are done; let’s get you upstairs to bed.” With a demanding tone, she stepped closer until the tip of my cock pressed into her belly.
“I think the guys are expecting me to join them for this bong thing; I can’t disappoint, can I?” I saw the frustration building in her eyes.
“Come on, join us; you can take my virginity after.” Inga reached for a chair back to steady herself; she had gone weak at the knees momentarily.
“A virgin! How utterly divine, darling boy, I need you more than ever now. Her eyes melted in my lustful gaze.
We embraced in a fiery hug, our naked bodies pressed together as we kissed passionately. Our hands roamed freely, exploring each other’s every curve. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I squeezed and massaged her soft, motherly ass; I was lost in the moment. But I knew we had to slow down and not get carried away, so I pulled back, breathless and exhilarated, like a dog on a scorching summer day. Inga took my hand and placed it between her legs. I explored her soaking folds; she circled my finger around her clit as it twitched. Her other hand grasped my shaft, stroking it slowly. I watched as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Suddenly, she began to tremble with small convulsions of excitement. She clung to me, trying to steady herself in the midst of her climax.
As we walked into the barn, Inga led the way, holding my cock, pulling me behind her. An earthy, musky, but sweet scent hung in the air. Vikor was lounging on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him and knees apart. We had an unhindered view as he stroked his thick, rock-hard cock. I observed closely as he took a long drag from the bong, his head tilting back as he exhaled a cloud of smoke that snaked towards the ceiling. His eyes appeared heavy and glazed, but he had a look of pure contentment on his face. Jon sat in a similar position, also sporting an erection, with his face buried in a porn magazine. The coffee table was littered with them: ColorClimax, Private, Pussycat, and Week-End Sex. Viktor’s hand was gently masturbating Jon’s shaft, sliding up and down in unison with his own strokes as Jon flicked through pages of hardcore sex, letting out sighs of pleasure.
“Here he is, darling! I hope he hasn’t missed out on any of the fun,” Inga exclaimed as she presented me to Viktor. Eyes wide in disbelief, he nearly choked on the smoke as he took another deep puff. His eyes remained glued to my pulsing erection.
“Have you tried weed before, James? It will be a wonderful voyage of discovery for you, my darling.” Inga let my hand go.
“Please, come sit next to your uncle Viktor,” he said warmly, patting the empty seat beside him. Eagerly, I obeyed, feeling like an excited puppy ready to join in the fun.
oXo
A journey into complete and utter sexual abandon was about to commence.
End of part 2
