Stacey woke up much later than she had planned.
Her head was throbbing, as was the rest of her body, bruised, aching from all the filthy, aggressive sex she’d had with Steve and… his mother?!
For a second, the situation seemed more like a fantasy straight out of some lonely person’s twisted mind, but bits and pieces of ripped clothes, and streams of bodily fluids on the bedding, made it painfully clear that it was all very much real. Stacey only remembered flashes of it, but the taste of her boyfriend’s semen was still rich on her tongue, and her hair was all sticky from it, which was all the reminder she needed.
She quickly glanced at her phone, scrolling through social, doing away with the little red notification flags that popped up over various apps she used. Several messages from her mom stood unread, and a few calls from her dad went unanswered.
“Hey mom, sorry about that. I spent the night at Krista’s. We got drunk sipping wine and fell asleep early. I’ll be home later today,” she typed, careful to avoid abbreviations and emoji which her mother hated.
“Oh okay. Thanks for letting me know I guess. I was worried. I’ll let your dad know. See you later,” her mother texted back immediately, clearly anxious.
Stacey lied to her parents a lot, and she found that, as the years went by, she became an expert. There were no loose ends, no things that couldn’t hold up to scrutiny. Krista knew exactly where Stacey was that night, and she was given clear instructions about what to say and what to do.
Stacey’s phone lit up; it was her dad.
“Hey honey, hope I didn’t wake ya,” he started, although he knew perfectly well that she was up.
“Hey daddy, no, I was up already,” Stacey said, her voice hoarse from what her dad assumed was a hangover, but in reality it was Stacey’s boyfriend’s dick that punished her vocal cords.
“Sure thing, baby girl. You and Krista had a wild night, huh?” he continued, upbeat.
“Ummm, I guess. Just some wine and gossip, but we overdid it with both.” She smiled in the end.
“Aww sorry to hear that. Anyways, I won’t keep ya, I’m sure you girls have a big day planned. Come home safe! Love ya,” Stacey’s dad chirped, waiting to hear “love ya” back before he hung up.
Stacey strongly disliked her parents. They were parochial, slow, and, quite honestly, stupid, both working menial jobs in a factory on the other side of town, never doing anything remotely exciting or fun. She always got what she wanted, and when her friends started living large, she was able to go with them, stay up late, drink, kiss boys, make out with Steve, and finally lead the pack. Any gossip about her that reached her parents was disbelieved and rejected. She was their perfect princess, a varsity athlete, good student, their pride and joy. Stacey did a lot to maintain that relationship, keeping her darker side to herself and her friends and boyfriend.
She got out of bed, her feet touching the floor gingerly, and, after rummaging through the sheets and around the bed, realized she’s got nothing to wear. Her pretty pink dress was in tatters on the floor, her underwear nowhere to be found. Improvising, she opened up Steve’s dresser, a big, white monstrosity of a piece of furniture, with flimsy doors that slid from left to right, revealing a mess of shirts, sweaters, jackets, t-shirts and jeans hanging or falling out from the various shelves, drawers, and hanging rods. Picking a plain grey T-shirt that looked clean, she quickly put it on. The thing was so big it looked like a dress on her, which was good enough to get out and move around the house. Steve’s scent was strong on it, too, which made her squirm and gush, instantly getting her hot and wet down below the belt.
Making her way into the hallway outside of Steve’s room, she awkwardly called for Steve, not getting a response. There was noise coming from the kitchen, so she assumed at least someone was home. She didn’t quite have a plan for how to deal with Steve’s mom, but she assumed the woman would be as embarrassed as her, if not more, after everything they did. It’s kind of hard to respect someone after they’ve had their tongue up your asshole, Stacey chuckled thinking, and even harder after they’ve shared their son’s spunk with you.
Finishing up in the toilet (mouthwash had to do to get the taste out of her mouth), she made her way to the lounge, noticing a pitcher of fresh orange juice on the table. Grabbing a glass, she sat down, thinking about what she’d do after last night. She was still very much in love with Steve, and there was nothing she wanted more than to spend the whole day naked with him, fucking, drinking, and doing whatever lovers did, but on the other hand, they did just spend the night having sex with his own mother, and not only that, they’ve actually enjoyed it. That was, by far, the weirdest thing that ever happened to Stacey, and she had no tools in her emotional palette to deal with it. Was she supposed to be disgusted, or afraid, or weirded out, or maybe, since it was clearly consensual, she’s supposed to approve?
She was confused, bothered, and horribly thirsty, so she drank more, and started sweating, letting her mind race. Most people would be grossed out and would have left already, breaking off all contact, but she couldn’t. Steve was, by far, the best catch their town could offer, and she was madly in love with him. So what if he fucked his mother? So did she, and she liked it, a lot! Mrs. Rodriguez was delightfully submissive, and her tongue felt so good around her rim… the filth she was spouting while Steve fucked her was even more exciting, and the careless abandon with which she called herself a “filthy whore” still rang strong in Stacey mind, sending her hands down towards her shaved, moist pussy, where they explored her folds carefully, teasing as they danced around her clit.
Still thirsty, she drank more, until the pitcher was empty. Sweating, she took Steve’s shirt off and stuffed it in her mouth, soaking up his scent as she began touching herself in earnest, three fingers sliding in and out of her gushing pussy while her other hand furiously rubbed her button, shivers and goosebumps emanating from her buckling hips up and down her body. Stacey needed to come, desperately, but she also needed Steve’s cock, her cavities aching to be filled up with his engorged, rock-hard meat. The noise from the kitchen, she remembered suddenly. Maybe he’s there, awkwardly discussing things with his mother, maybe she can slide down under the kitchen table and suck him off while they’re talking; only one way to find out!
Carefully, she stopped touching herself, getting up and gently strolling across the lounge and the hallway, the noise now getting louder as she was getting closer to her destination.
Realizing what was happening, she swung the door open, to see Mrs. Ciara Rodriguez bent over, her face down on the kitchen table, drool sliding down her chin, eyes rolled up in their sockets, getting mercilessly fucked from behind by her tall, muscular, completely naked son, who was drinking orange juice straight out of a big pitcher, the yellow liquid sliding down his dark brown pecks and abs.
“Oh my,” Stacey sighed, mesmerized.
“Mornin’ baby,” Steve beamed a smile at her while he put the pitcher down, slowing down his strokes to be able to talk.
“Morning! What’s all this?” Stacey asked, drinking in the scene.
“Well, uh… what does it look like?” Steve returned, still smiling.
“Looks like you’re giving it to your mom?” Stacey smiled back.
“Yep, we’ve… ohhh, that’s so good, mami… been fucking since we got up,” Steve said between moans of pleasure.
“Don’t you think you should process what’s going on first, maybe?” Stacey wondered.
“I actually did try to talk but she wouldn’t stop sucking me off long enough to respond. Mami, do you want to talk?” Steve stopped for a second and leaned forward, speaking slowly as if his mother was deaf.
“Whatever you want, papi… please keep fucking me,” Ciara moaned, barely able to put the words together, slurring most of the letters.
“I wanna talk now, okay? Stacey’s here, look.”
Steve gently stepped back, his dick leaving his mother’s insides with a squelch, shaft glistening on the morning light. Stacey got closer and kissed him hungrily, their tongues wriggling around each other while her hand found his cock and pumped it. A few seconds later they split, and Stacey bent down to kiss his purple cockhead. “Good morning to you too, mister Cock!” she teased as Steve laughed, squeezing her butt gently to show his appreciation.
Ciara Rodriguez moaned and heaved, still bent over the table. After a few painful cries, she finally got up, groggy and unstable, but smiling at Stacey, as if she was finally able to comprehend what was going on around her.
“Hey, you! Did you sleep well?” she asked quietly.
“I did, thanks. Thanks for leaving some OJ for me in the lounge, it was delicious!” Stacey responded, still hugging Steve.
“No sweat, glad you enjoyed it. What did you want to talk about, papi?” recovering her senses, she poured herself a glass of juice from the pitcher Steve put down earlier, raising her eyebrows at her son. Stacey found it unsettling that no one seemed to care that all three of them were naked and that, just a minute ago, mother and son were doing it doggy style on the table.
“Stacey thinks it’s weird that we’re fucking, right baby?” Steve started, glancing at Stacey, then back at his mother.
“Yeah kinda?” Stacey added, shrugging.
“And what do you think?” Ciara asked, finishing up her juice.
“I don’t know. You are my mom tho, right? This is so wrong.” Steve spoke as if he just realized what was actually going on.
“Feels right to me. I’ve never been happier than waking up next to you and Stacey this morning.” Ciara shrugged.
“But mom, Stacey and I are in love. This feels like cheating kinda…” Steve wasn’t convinced.
“You’re saying you don’t love me, too?” Ciara frowned at him.
“No mami, te amo tanto, but it’s different with Stacey. She’s my woman.” Steve reassured her, then kissed Stacey.
“I can be your woman, too, baby. I’ll do anything to make you happy. You’re such a big boy papi, you can have both of us and more. Right, Stacey? You understand.” Ciara stepped to the side, putting her body at full display, which made her supplication irresistible. Steve’s dick twitched as he bit his lower lip, any protest he might have mounted washed away by lust.
“Yeah, I get it, I think. You love him as a son but you also love him as a man. You’re just an eager, dirty bitch, and you want this hot, hard meat, huh?” Stacey grabbed Steve’s dick and pointed it at Ciara as she spoke, the filth bubbling up inside of her and spilling over as the lust and the flesh took control.
“Si mami…” Ciara breathed out, mesmerized by her son’s and his girlfriend’s hot, young bodies.
“Come and get it, then.” Stacey smiled at her and beckoned her to come closer. Ciara dropped to her knees and crawled towards them, her eyes glued to her son’s engorged, massive penis which Stacey was slowly pumping, tongue intertwined with Steve’s in a loud, sloppy kiss.
“Smells so good… mwah… I love it… mwah… I’m in love with your hard cock papi…” Ciara moaned as she planted kiss after kiss all over Steve’s shaft, spitting back her own juices that she lapped up from his penis. She desperately grasped Steve’s muscular thighs as she started sucking him off, gently at first, her tongue wriggling around the purple head, but then with more force, taking as much of his thick, long meat down her throat as she could. She had to stop to retch once or twice, orange juice coming back up from her stomach and splashing all over Steve’s crotch and her own bosom, but that didn’t stop her and the rabid, violent assault continued, a grotesque “gluck” escaping Ciara’s throat every time Steve’s cock hit the bottom.
“Do you like what your eager cock slut mommy is doing to you, babe?” Stacey asked in a sultry voice, her warm hand wandering across Steve’s sweaty, muscular torso, her eyes glued to his chiseled face, frowns and smiles coming and going as his mother pleasured him.
He glanced at Stacy’s lusty face, her lips gently parted, her eyes pleading for his attention and affection, then lowered his head, his tongue finding hers in another fleshy whirlwind. His hand brushed against her breast as it went up, fingers locking around Stacey’s throat while he drew her closer to him, the other hand grabbing his mother’s hair while he roughly used her mouth, pushing her head back and forth to stimulate his cock further.
All three of them moaned in ecstasy, tensing and relaxing as the lust and the pleasure coursed through their veins.
Stacey’s orgasm broke first, her pussy already teased and worked up from what she did in the lounge, which Steve’s grip on her throat only served to amplify. Her eyes turned up, legs shaking violently, and she quickly pulled away from Steve’s face, screaming as she orgasmed, brought over the line by her own hand teasing her button. Exhausted, she leaned against the counter, breathing heavily, smiling at Steve as she licked her lips and shook her head in disbelief at how hard she just came.
Steve looked at her lovingly, wanting to say something, but his own orgasm took him by surprise, and he blasted a full load of spunk straight into her mother’s eager mouth and throat, almost choking her, then coating her face and hair with more ropes of sperm, in what appeared to be the biggest orgasm of his life. Ciara gulped and choked, spilling a large amount of the white stuff down her chin, neck and cleavage, coating herself in the process. Grunting like an animal, she scooped up the spunk with her fingers and loudly licked it off, then rubbing some into her burning cunt, quenching her need to get off as she dove for Steve’s testicles, fully immersing her face in his sack while she screamed and buckled, spraying the kitchen tiles with a mixture of her son’s and her own’s liquids as she squirted massively.
“Holy fuck,” Steve panted, his eyes closed as he leaned back on the counter next to Stacey.
“You like, papi? Look how well you fed your puta mami,” Ciara beamed a smile at him as she stuck her tongue out, proudly showing the spit, drool and sperm all mixed up in and around her mouth.
“Great work,” Steve said, the only thing he could muster, still shaken from his orgasm. Ciara giggled and pressed a few loud smooches against his balls and his shaft, before she took Steve’s hand and got up to stand next to the young couple.
“I’m gonna make some more of that OJ, guys. I think we all need a break,” Stacey said, getting up on her tiptoes to give Steve a kiss on the neck, then went to grab more oranges to squeeze and make juice. “You guys have so many oranges here, hot damn!” she exclaimed as she came back carrying the sack Ciara bought the previous day. Ciara smiled enigmatically, but she never said a word, clinging on to Steve as they both recovered.
Two full pitchers of juice made, the trio made their way to the lounge, where they sat together, the girls on either side of Steve, and drank in silence, their eyes glassy, gazes lost in the distance.
“So, what do you guys want to do today?” Steve asked, after a while, absentmindedly running his fingers through his mother’s hair while Stacey lovingly nuzzled at his earlobe.
“I’ll have to make my way home at some point, luckily I stashed some clothes at Krista’s. I can come back this evening tho?” Stacey said in response, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, that would be cool I think. I’ll drive you to Krista’s. Her folks off at work?” Steve nodded eagerly before checking his phone.
“Yeah, they should be, mine too. Do you know where my stuff is? Like my shoes, my underwear, my bag? You tore up my dress so that’s wasted” Stacey sighed, getting up to collect her things.
“Somewhere in my room, there’s nowhere else they can be. I like to see you naked tho, babe” Steve teased as he looked down at his mother. “Mama‘s asleep,” he said, now whispering.
“Let her rest. Come help me find my stuff”, Stacey whispered back, and the two of them left Ciara to slumber on the couch.
***
“Krista’s again?” Stacey’s dad said as she tried saying her goodbyes, passing through the hallway next to the living room.
“Yeah, just another girls night. Don’t wait up!” Stacey threw back, hurrying past. Her excitement after that morning was difficult to contain, and her entire body wanted release, but she made it a point not to touch herself before Steve had a chance to bring her to another orgasm. An idea suddenly formed in her mind, before she left her house.
“Hey, uh… is it okay if I stay two nights at Krista’s? Today and tomorrow?” she asked in her “little princess” voice that usually did wonders with her that.
“Are you sure? Krista seems really hospitable!” her dad laughed.
“Yeah, she’s a good friend. We may have some girlfriends over, too. I’ll call you tomorrow morning. Bye, daddy!” she rushed out before he had a chance to respond, her overnight bag bumping against her hip on a long, pink belt. She brought more underwear this time, some lingerie, a change of clothes, and she dressed comfy, in pink tights and a white t-shirt, her Air Force Ones with white tube socks completing her “casual”, sporty outfit….
