She just smiled, taking my hand in hers, leading me back towards the stairs again. “You’ll see.”
**
Walking back into the room, I was a little surprised to see that Antony’s cock wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been. Though still firm, it had dropped off to one side, now playing against his upper thigh, and not nearly as purple in color as it had been.
“Oh I see, you’ve obviously lost interest,” mom stated upon seeing the same thing I was. “Too bad, I guess I’ll just have to take care of things myself until you’re in the mood once again,” she told him. Pulling up one of the chairs they had in their room close to the end of the bed, mom motioned for me to do the same, now sitting beside her. She had simultaneously retrieved one of her many toys that she had sitting close by, turning it on.
“I guess you’ll just have to lay there and listen to me getting myself off,” she spoke. “Until you can show me your ready to fuck this slick wet pussy of mine.”
Inserting the vibrator, one of my own personal favorites, inside herself, mom began working it in and out of her cunt. I could easily hear the sounds of her slickness as she did that, knowing full well that Antony was laying there hearing it too. And if it was making me Cooper all over again, not that I wasn’t…it for damn sure affected Antony as well. In seconds, his prick began to rise to new heights, once more taking on that almost painful purple-swollen look to it as it rose to full staff.
Mom however continued to stroke her cunt, fucking herself with the toy, purposely causing her juices to make the most obscene sounds I had ever heard as she played in her own sloppy juices.
“Ah that’s better,” she said as Antony’s cock once more began throbbing on its own, bouncing back and forth needfully, almost desperately. And then to my surprise, she removed it, handing it to me, slick with my mother’s creamy juices. I didn’t even hesitate. As wet as I likewise was…I slid it inside myself to the hilt.
“I’m not sure as hard as you need to be yet,” she informed him, now fingering her clit, spreading her nether lips apart, her much larger clitoris glistening, poking it’s pinky head out of her juicy wet folds as she strummed the surface of it with her finger-tip. “Perhaps a bit more juicy fucking is needed here yes?” Looking at me, she winked, nodding her head, her eyes once again filled with lust and desire, that same look I was becoming all too fond of and familiar with.
I shoved the toy in my cunt in several quick rapid thrusts, the wetness of my cunt quickly being heard, the slick sounds of my juice now added and mingling with those of my mothers. The mere thought of that, escalating my own wanton needs and desires as I pummeled my pussy with the toy, seeing Antony’s cock dancing wildly now of its own accord.
“That’s my boy, ” mom said, finally rising, once more raising a finger to her lips in silence. Now you can…fuck me.”
I had removed the toy, turning it off, though quickly replacing it with my fingers, once more palming my cunt, rubbing my hard little clit in circular motions as I watched mom climb up onto the bed. Squatting over him, though facing towards me, I sat mesmerized, watching mom reaching down, wrapping her fist around Antony’s cock, teasing herself, and him with it for a moment as she did that.
“You want some cunt?” She asked. “You want to fuck this nasty twat Antony? Are you ready to squirt that sticky, nasty cum-juice into my equally nasty pussy?” Poor Antony was groaning desperately around the ball gag now. Reaching back, mom removed it from his mouth, allowing him to breathe easily again. And likewise releasing him from his silent vows. “Ok, once you’re inside me…feel free to speak,” she said, winking at me, and then in one swift sudden motion, impaled herself.
Antony’s deep guttural groan filled the room. “OH FUCK!” he burst out, almost screaming as mom began humping him in a frenzy. I sat watching them fuck, watching his cock spearing her, listening to the sounds of their flesh as it came together, slapping. Mother’s tits gyrating wildly above as she expertly ground against him, often changing the tempo, or even direction as she moved side-to-side, or back and forth as well as up and down.
My mother was the perfect fuck, and it was indeed driving Antony crazy. My own clit hurt so bad, I wanted to tear it off when I came, and knew that I was in fact only seconds away now from actually doing so.
“Alright you mother-fucking prick!” She screamed out. “I’m going to cum now, and now you can as well,” she informed him…her mingled cry of almost immediate ecstasy seizing her, the rapture in her face as she came, more intense than anything I had ever seen before.
My climax erupting almost simultaneously, the smell of my lust readily apparent as I felt the fluids suddenly flow in abundance, my tingling clit sending a tidal wave of extraordinary bliss through every square inch of my being. Antony’s orgasm, now joining mothers and my own…the three of us cumming together, the difficulty of forcing myself not to cry out in rapturous release, a torment that somehow added to the sweetness of my own pleasure.
Mom all but collapsed on his cock. A minute or two passed as they both fought to collect their breaths, then rising, hovering over him, holding her lips open once more with her hands. I saw the first dribbling emergence of Antony’s hot white sticky spunk, combined with mom’s no doubt, as it slowly oozed from her pussy.
It dripped, and then all but poured, once more saturating and coating his cock. In seconds, it looked as though she had purposely covered it in whipping cream as it ran in thick gooey rivulets, soon bathing his balls. “What a mess,” she now added breathlessly. “I guess I had best clean this up.” She moved off the bed, preparing to do exactly that with her mouth.
Almost desperate, I caught her attention, pointing at his dick, and then my mouth. Mom looked surprised, and then delighted, her lusty look returning almost as though she hadn’t just finished climaxing as she nodded her head in acquiescence. We exchanged places, quietly, quickly. And I began cleaning off Antony’s creamy tasting cock.
Good News – Chapter Twelve
We got word on Friday that Antony and Jacob’s house had been sold at a fairly substantial profit. In addition to that, the realtor that had sold their home, had informed mom and Antony, that she was just as confident in selling our place almost as quickly. Mom and Antony had already been out looking at new places for us to live, and had narrowed it down to three different places, one of which was ideal as it was a lot closer to the university that Jacob and I would be attending together.
The fact they had even invited us along to help make a decision on the best place to live was certainly nice and appreciated. But the reality of course was… both Jacob and I would be moving out to find our own places to live eventually. Still, it was sweet of them both to have included us in that as we headed out early Saturday morning to have a look at all three.
They had obviously saved the best place for last. Hands down it was the best one of all three. Not only did it have a nice sized pool out back, but it also had an enclosed hot-tub with a surrounding gazebo. The bedroom I chose for myself was at least twice the size of the one I was living in now, and would easily accommodate my father’s roll-top desk, allowing me to set up a nice cozy little study corner without encroaching on the rest of my bedroom’s furnishings.
Jacob too had a bigger room than either one of his previous, and was situated at the opposite end of the hallway from mine. This time the two of us were downstairs, with our own patio access out into the backyard pool and hot-tub area. It was the ideal situation for everyone all the way around.
The only downside to any of this was, having to put my plans temporarily on hold for the moment as the flurry of activity, packing up, getting ready to move into the new place, took most of everyone’s attention and time. In a strange way, I was actually glad for the change. Not that there were any ghosts of the past hanging around or anything,
but it was a new beginning for us, and one that I was anxiously looking forward to, not to mention once again pursuing what I hoped would be an even better, more intimate situation for all of us. It was the roll top desk and the still hidden manila file folder with the pictures in it that once again opened the door to possibilities.
We had pretty much gotten all settled in by the end of the week, only a few odds and ends to be seen too, one of which was unpacking and rearranging my room just a bit. Mom had planned on helping me sort through things and getting situated before I had to head off to my own part-time job later that afternoon. I figured it was time to reveal the contents of the envelope, and let her be aware of them, though Jacob and I had already discussed doing it this way, and not letting on that we’d already found them so many weeks ago now.