Apple Picking

[cybal]

Apple Picking : Closed for Saedo

I am new here and not sure of the etiquette but hopefully someone will jump in and help this along.

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Apple Picking

"Susan Mike is here" I heard mom call up. I was ready but liked to make Mike wait and to make an entrance. It had been six weeks since I returned to Birmingham for school and left Mike here. I had on casual sexy, a pair of nice tight in the right places cut offs and a clingy old "Property of Alabama Football" t-shirt with nothing under either. I looked at myself in the standing mirror I had used my whole life in the cool fall sunlight coming through my own window. My hair was pulled back in a thick braid. I looked awesome.
"Be right there" I called down as I leaned over my bed getting my bag together. I heard my dad coming down the hall then glanced and saw him in my doorway staring at me, well at my ass as I faced away from him. I reached back and slid my phone into my back pocket then slowly stood up.
I acted as nothing as I turned slow enough for him to break his lusty stare and say something other than "my what a fine ass you have."
"Good morning sunshine" he beamed down from his giant stature, all six six of him and broad as my door.
"Morning daddy" I beamed bouncing up to him, "ready for some apple picking'?" I asked cheerfully.
"Sure am" he said leaning his cheek down for me to give him a kiss. I slid past him and bounded down the hallway towards the stairs. I could feel his eyes on me and I guess I am a little perverted extroverted but loved it. I love be stared at and oggled by boys and men and even my own daddy. I love the attention and the more horny they are the better. Momma calls it "being stared at by their third eye." I always get a kick out of that.
I started down the stairs and saw Mike at the bottom. He was in jeans and a rugby and looked beautiful. His long brown hair push back out of his deep brown eyes. His smile is easy and warm.
"Hey good lookin'" he smiled up at me. I ran down the stairs and wrapped my arms around his beck pressing my body into his as our lips met and I gave him a good hard kiss. I could feel he was as horny as I was pressed against me. His tongue pushed into my mouth as my father topped the stairs.
"Not in my house you two" he said in a joking way. Although my dad had an effect on all my boyfriends, I knew he was joking but they clearly did not and Mike was no exception. He withdrew his tongue from my hungry mouth and released his grip on my back.
"No sir, I would never" he stammered stepping way from me. My dad came down and laughing as he reached out for Mike's hand to greet him.
"Charles if you chase all the boys away Susan will never get married and I will never get those grand babies I so madly want" my mom said breezing into the room with her warm smile and a kiss on the cheek for Mike. She looks half her forty five years and has the same thick blonde mane I do and she is obviously where i get my killer body from. A life of a pampered housewife has left her looking amazing.
She took Mike by the arm ad said "Mike I need you.. in the kitchen" as she winked at me like she was stealing my boyfriend.
Daddy's big arm came around my back and grabbed my hip pulling me tight as he leaned down and whispered "anything you want baby doll." I nuzzled up into him and loved the feeling of his huge thick chest next to me. His hand slid down and he slapped my ass. "You better save Mike from your mother" he laughed loudly.
I almost yelped then walked to the kitchen where mom had him up on a ladder getting the picnic baskets down as she admired his fine ass in his jeans.
"This one Mrs Holloway?" he said holding a basket out but unable to see her from his precarious perch.
"Oh yes Mike, that's the one" she said winking at me again. I you only heard her you would think she was having sex or something.
"Who's ready for a glass of wine for the road?" my dad asked coming into the kitchen as mother helped Mike, her hands "guiding" him down.
"Daddy! It's nine o clock in the morning?" I said playing innocent.
"Oh good ideas Charles, make mine a poinsettia" mom chimed in as Mike stopped away from her clutches. Tail gates usually started with harder stuff than champagne and often before nine am.
"I am fine Mr Holloway" Mike said politely. My mother followed quickly with "oh yes you are" as he beamed embarrassed at her attention.
"I think I could use one too" I said glaring at my mom.
"Oh come on Mike, a little drink never hurt anybody" daddy said as he pulled four wine glasses down and a bottle of champagne from the fridge.
"Ok" Mike agreed stepping next to me as my mother continued smiling at him and eyeing him like a side of meat.
Topping off the huge pours of champagne with dash of cranberry juice daddy distributed the glasses.
"Here is to a fine day" my mom said raising her glass.
"Here here!" dad said and we touched glasses and drank.
Mom packed the picnic basket with wine mostly and gave it to Mike to carry.
"Everybody ready?" Daddy asked as he opened the back door. We left the empty glasses on the island in the kitchen and loaded into the Range Rover and headed for the farm.

 

[saedo]

Mike

I grinned eagerly as my girlfriend bounced down the stairs. Susan knew she had curves for days and she wasn't shy about showing them off. As soon as she saw me wait for her, she added a little extra hop so that on each step her breasts bounced that much more.

I could tell by the amount of jiggle in her chest that she'd dispensed with a bra today. Susan's breasts were supernaturally firm for their size, so they jutted out several inches from her chest as if gravity were an afterthought. Her cut-off T-shirt provided just enough coverage to prevent any underboob peeking out while leaving her taut abs fully on display.

Based on the kiss she gave me, she was feeling frisky. That definitely pleased me. It had been awhile since we'd gotten together and my groin ached just seeing her.

I was a little less pleased that our first time back together would be spent alongside her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Holloway were certainly friendly and warm, so we mostly got along. However, I got a distinctly different vibe from each.

Mr. Holloway seemed to be a real down home, good-natured guy. At the same time, deep down Susan was still his little baby whereas I was just some horny guy trying to steal her innocence. I figure most father's have that subconscious discomfort around their daughter's boyfriend, so I didn't mind him being occasionally gruff with me. However, Mr. Holloway was as broad as a barn door and not all of it was fat, so I tended to tread carefully around him.

Mrs. Holloway was almost the polar opposite in attitude, yet equally disconcerting as her towering husband. Given her oft-repeated requests for grandchildren, I suspect that she might lock Susan and I in a bedroom until her daughter was knocked up.

That much enthusiasm I could tolerate, but Mrs. Holloway's interest in me had more recently acquired a more libidinous aspect - as if she wouldn't mind if it were myself and her locked in that bedroom. Susan's theory was that it stemmed from her mother's discovery of how well endowed I was. "Mom says you're even bigger than Daddy!" Susan had giggled. The whole family seemed to think Mrs. Holloway's flirtatious behavior was just a silly joke, so I tried to play along. But I still suspected that Mrs. Holloway might be a lot more serious than she behaved.

After some hustle and bustle, everything was loaded and we set off. With Mr. Holloway's eyes watching me in the rear view mirror, I settled for just holding hands with Susan. "So," I began in an attempt at conversation. "I've never been apple picking before. What should I expect?"

 

[cybal]

Ride to the Farm

"Well Mike" my mother began before I could even speak. She turned and her low cut dress was revealing about as much cleavage as was publicly allowable. She looked over her Jackie O sunglasses at Mike then glanced at me then back to Mike.
"When we get to the farm there are some chores, housekeeping to be done so you and Charles will tend to that while Susan and I prepare the house."
"Oh yeah" I had forgotten to mention we were spending the night. "I hope it is ok that we spend the night. It is a two hour drive and we have a lot to do" I said letting Mike see my eyes roll down his chest to his jeans which were bulging. I was not sure if that was my imagination or he was that horny but I smiled.
I looked back in the front seat and my mother too was checking out his crotch.
"So mother go on" I prompted with a disapproving look.
"Uh oh yes Mike" she stammered obviously in some dirty day dream. "Once you and Charles saddle the horses we will ride to the orchard, you do ride I hope?" she said in her obnoxious snooty way.
Mike shocked me blurting out "oh yeah I ride whatever you got" then caught himself. I laughed it off as did my mother but I knew she was hoping it was her he was referring to.
"That's cute Mike" I said as my hand moved to his thigh and I glared at my mother.. She turned around as my dad began to speak through the rear view mirror as he drove.
"So I take it you can saddle a mare Mike?" he asked.
I brought my hand up to his bulge and it was in fact throbbing as he tried to answer. I smiled at daddy through the mirror as my cut offs were getting dangerously wet.
"Yes sir I have spent my fair share of time working horses" Mike answered not letting on that he was speaking to my daddy as I traced his awkwardly confined cock.
I was released when my mother leaned over the console towards my daddy so I did not need to worry so much about there looking back. Mike was nervous I could tell as he looked away from my smiling face. I was licking my lips and leaned over and sighed in his ear "I want this so badly." I took his hand which was one army shoulder and pulled it down and put it on my thigh. I opened my legs and smiled a this as he looked like he was being ripped in two. I nodded and turned to watch my parents. His palm was warm as were his fingers and he slid them up to the frayed hem of my shorts.
My father cleared his throat as I could see my mothers shoulders moving rhythmically. I like day lips again in anticipation and nodded as he slid a finger up and under my shorts. I caught myself before sighing loudly as he brushed his finger tip very near my lips.
I brought my hand to my breast and felt my stiff nipple through my t-shirt. I bit my lip as he brushed closer yet under my shorts. We were both paying little attention as Mike was focused on me and I was looking out the window trying to remain quiet as he mae me crazy. I looked back to find my mother smiling back at us. Mike did not notice her as he was rubbing my little button just perfectly. Mom winked and then disappeared down towards Daddy's lap.
My french manicured nails bit into he leather door handle as i raised my hips to give Mike more access. It was a few minutes of intense pleasure flying down the interstate. I was sure my mother was giving my dad a blow job a foot away from my boyfriend fingering me. I was on the brink when by dad said "almost there" as he exited the interstate. My mother bounced back up to her sitting position and Mike retreated back to his side of the car. I was spread wide with an open mouth wanting to complain. I was so fucking close!
I watched as Mike too his finger and sucked it into his mouth seeding shiver through me. Mom was touching up her lipstick in the mirror in the visor and I tried to calm down.
"A few more minutes kids" my dad said as if nothing had been going on.
The country was beautiful with the trees changing colors. The road winded through some hills then opened into a vast valley. Our farm was on the far side. There was another farm nearby but nobody ever came over. We drove up the gravel road and parked next to the house. It was a small two bedroom house my parents hand inherited from my mother's father.
"This is gonna be fun" my mother said exiting the car. I smiled at Mike and kissed him on the cheek before he got out and went to the barn with my daddy. I followed mom inside with the basket.

 

[cybal]

To the trees

My father called "Melinda?" from the back door as I was upstairs making the beds.

"Yes Charles, what is it?" I heard my mom answer. I crept silently to the banister overlooking the living room near where they were talking.

In a hushed tone I heard my father, "I am not sure Mike is really the guy for Susan. He is ok but he is weak and can hardly handle her horse."

"Oh Charles, you are too hard on anyone who courts your precious daughter. And as far as Coal goes, that stallion is wild for anyone but Susan. Now be nice and let them go pick some apples while you taste my apples" my mother told him. My mother was insatiable or at least played that way to my dad. I crept back to the bedroom where I had made the bed for Mike. I paused and imagined being here with him on the crisp linen sheets, straddling him and feeling his hands on my breasts. My hand was nearly down my shorts and the other was twisting my hard nipple under my shirt as I heard my mother coming upstairs.

"Susan? You about done with the sheets?" she called out.

"Damn I am never going to get off today" I though to myself. I turned to face my mother as she walked in the room.

"Now I have you and Mike set to take a ride without me and your father so if you could give us at least an hour alone here?" she asked with a raised eyebrow which I knew meant no questions.

"Sure mom" I beamed thinking of riding out of sight and dismounting Coal and mounting Mike.

"You may want to wear a bra if you want to leave anything to the imagination of you beau" she said noticing my nipples stiff under my thin shirt.

"Now why would I want to do that?" I smiled an evil smile and bounded downstairs.

"You are worse than me!" she shouted after me.

My daddy was coming in the door as I brushed past him and out to find Mike struggling to control Coal, my horse since I was ten. He is a big jet black stallion with a wild disposition but loves me. I walked up and he calmed down as Mike handed me the reigns.

"You have a way with stallions huh?" he said with a smile.

"You might find out if you can catch me" I said jumping up on Coal and taking off for the trees across the field. It was wonderful to be back in the saddle flying over the field with Coal charging under me and my body wrapped to him. I looked back to see Mike. Daddy had given him a mare "Sea Breeze". She was a beautiful horse with a light brown coat and a white face. She could not possibly catch Coal so I ran into the woods then stopped and waited.

As I stood in the shade of the trees I looked back at the house and wondered if my mother was messing up my beds or doing it somewhere else. Was she on her knees in the kitchen or her back in the master bedroom? I am a little weird I guess but I often think about my parents having sex. They do little to hide it and as an only child I have spent many a night listening to the bed creak under my dad's massive weight. At first I was terrified of the idea of someone as big as my dad but as I experienced life more I realized we are capable of much more than we think we are.

Mike and Sea Breeze trotted into the woods where I stood next to Coal having tied his reigns to a small tree.

"Tie her up and get over here" I said flashing my tits by lifting the grey cut off shirt.

 

[saedo]

If I had any doubts about Susan's state of mind, she soon dispelled them in the car. As I chatted with her parents in the front seat, Susan began to tease me from her side of the car. Positioned as she was on the right, her parents would have to make a real effort to see her. Consequently, she felt free to shed her "goody two shoes" disguise and put on a bit of a show: licking her lips, thrusting out her chest, stroking her hand along her slender thighs.

Ordinarily I am a bit more controlled, but I was already a bit distracted by trying to make a good impression upon Susan's parents. Trying to carry on a conversation about my familiarity with horses while simultaneously pretending not to notice my girlfriend's visual display out of the corner of my eye strained my reserve. Consequently, my mental control slipped and I felt my cock lurch to life.

Susan was naturally delighted. She loved watching me get hard, so it was no surprise when her left hand reached across the seat to feel the denim bulge against her palm. I struggled not to groan as she squeezed my expanding shaft.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Holloway decided at that moment to turn in her seat to look back at me as she asked me a question. Her eyes went wide for a moment as she beheld the distended denim running down my right thigh, dwarfing her daughter's stroking hand. I held my breath, sure Mrs. Holloway would raise the alarm.

Instead, Susan's mother just licked her lips and smiled approvingly. She then turned back towards the front of the car and leaned across the center to rest against her husband. I realized that this wasn't just a doting wife showing some affection for her husband. Mrs. Holloway was making sure Mr. Holloway couldn't see into the back; she was providing cover for whatever Susan and I were up to. Apparently she was really, really eager for her daughter to get pregnant.

Susan recognized her mother's signal and decided to be more aggressive. She removed her hand from my crotch and began peeling her jean shorts open. As her naked pussy peeked out, she grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her delicate flesh. I didn't need to be told what was required of me; I began fingering her pussy.

Susan was already wet, so it didn't take long before she was grinding her hips against my hand. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but she was clearly enjoying it. Still, I took my time rather than drive her to a swift climax. After the teasing she gave me, she deserved some in return.

Alas, her Dad informed us that we were nearly to our destination before Susan orgasmed. Susan frowned, but quickly zipped up her shorts and assumed a perfectly innocent appearance. To be honest, I was relieved; I didn't trust Susan to cum quietly and I didn't want her father to beat me to death with a shovel for catching me fingering his daughter.

After we arrived, everyone helped unload the car and carry luggage and supplies into the house. Susan and her mother stayed at the house to get everything settled while Mr. Holloway took me up to the barn.

It'd been awhile since my last time around horses, but I did my best to show that I wasn't clueless. I managed okay with the mare, but the stallion was more aggressive than I was used to. I'm pretty sure Mr. Holloway saw me struggling, but let me fumble about on purpose. After a few minutes, he chuckled. "Bit too much for you, Mike?" He smiled down at me as he took over. "Funny, Coal here is hardly ever a problem for me. Even Susan manages him like he was a little lamb."

I got the distinct impression that Mr. Holloway had set me up to look like a novice. Stupid horse was probably always stubborn with strangers. Still, it was a father's prerogative not to like the guy trying to get in his daughter's pants.

When we had the horses saddled, we brought them over to the house. Susan and her mother came out to greet us. Susan took the big stallion; despite the height disparity, she launched herself into the saddle as if it were effortless.

"Why don't you two kids ride on ahead," Mrs. Holloway suggested.

I climbed atop a brown mare. "Aren't you going to ride with us, Mrs. Holloway?" I inquired.

Mrs. Holloway stepped next to my horse and smiled up at me. "First, you should call me Melinda, Mike; I want us to get to know each other now that you're with Susan. Second, I'm not exactly dressed for riding," she replied, gesturing to her dress. The steep angle from my position allowed me a fairly unfettered look down her front; judging from the view, Susan definitely came by her impressive breasts honestly.

"You two go on ahead while I finish unpacking and change into some jeans," she continued. Melinda reached up and patted my leg. "Don't you worry, Mike. I'll catch up with you in a little while; there's a lot I want you to show me." Though her words sounded casual, her hand was touching me very high up my thigh - and the same thigh she'd seen my erection straining against half an hour earlier. I got the distinct impression that Susan wasn't the only curvaceous Holloway interested in what lay between my legs.

Susan set off at a quick pace. In an open area, she gave the stallion a lot of rein and he took off like lightning. Neither the mare nor I wanted to travel that fast, so we followed along behind until the two slowed near the grove of apple trees. Susan dismounted a short distance into the grove and secured her stallion to a tree.

""Tie her up and get over here," Susan directed. She then raised her T-shirt up a few inches to give me a brief glimpse of the lower half of her breasts.

I needed no further encouragement. As soon as I had my horse tied up, I strode to Susan and swept her up in my arms. I leaned her back against a nearby trunk as we locked lips. Susan wrapped her slender thighs around my torso as we kissed.

When at last we came up for air, we were both panting. "God, you are so fucking hot!" I breathed. "I'd like to take you right here and now."

I glanced in the direction of the house, listening for possible hoofbeats. "But I don't know how long we have before your Mom is changed and riding out to meet us. Maybe we should just finish what we started in the car before we get interrupted." I slid my grip on her thighs a bit closer to her crotch for emphasis.

 

[cybal]

Reunion

Finally getting alone with Mike was fantastic. The beautiful day and colorful leaves in the trees and on the ground, the horses rounded out a gorgeous setting full of life and change. The horses take little notice assuming their natural place in the magical whole of life.

We make out like teenagers. I love how he kisses and nibble my ears and whisper and breaths his nasty desires in my ears. His hands are big, strong and driven, moving over me, pulling was squeezing, feeling and groping making me hotter and hotter as his wanton lust boils.

I can't stand it. I want to give Mike what I know he loves, what he hasn't had in weeks, my mouth. I stop his kisses and take his hands and place them at his side. I smile at him then bring my hand up against his thick bulging jeans.

"God I have missed this" I sigh as my focus changes from his thick hungry lips and tongue to his jeans. I open them knowing nobody is following for a while. I can almost hear a moan as I slowly lower his zipper. Taking it so slow I can hear each tooth click as I lower it. Finally it is low enough that your enormous hard member pushes out.

"Nobody has had this since Labor day right?" I ask as images of a day at the lake naked on his families boat flash through my head.

"Oh god, no! Only my hand, I swear" Mike said almost pleading. I doubt it was true knowing Mike but I did not care. It was not like I was going to stop now.

"I have missed this guy" I smile as my hand squeezes the thick monster through his boxers already a little wet. Mike moans as I squeeze and pull on him. I wait, raising the agony in him, knowing it will make the end product so much greater.

Looking up I can see the need on his face. I use my free hand to pull his jeans lower and then let his boxers slide from under my hand and my soft palm feels his thick, hard shaft.

"Uhh huh" Mike groans as my bare hand tightens around him. My fingers cannot get all the way around but with my second hand I am able to better handle him.

"Feel good baby?" I ask now on my knees looking up at him like I am praying to the alter of this hot stud. With my hands together in front of me from a distance it might even look like I was praying. Up close I obviously was doing more than that and his face was clear that I was doing something good.

"So good babe" he sighed as his eyes still cut towards the house periodically.

"Forget about them" I sigh as I raise my mouth and pulling his head to my lips. I hold the bulbous head against my closed wet lips. His hand is large and firm sliding behind my head. He gently pulls me towards him. I resist his entry for a moment then ease him into my mouth using my tongue against his head as my lips open and I suck him in.

"Oh god" he groans looking up into the trees as I suck on his head. Swirling my tongue around his salty head I expect him to cum any second but he doesn't. His second hand comes to my head and he holds me as his hips begin to fuck my mouth.

"SO good Sue, so good" he groans as his cock now slick with my saliva is working in and out of my lips locked in suction on him. Slowly he leans into me holding my head steady I relax. I love giving head or oral or blow jobs or whatever you want to call it. Giving is better than receiving, or at least that is what the good book says. All the practice at the sorority house was more fun than practice, I am well versed already. So many bananas and cucumbers have been sacrificed to learn how to deep throat in hazing games and drunken late nights and sometimes foreplay with my sisters. But nothing compared to Mike and I was in heaven.

"MMMmmm ... mmmmMMMM ... Mmmmmm" I moan with his thrusts feeling he is not going to last long. I steady myself with my hands on his bare hips as he is growing more excited.

"Oh fuck Sue, I am going to cum" he groaned and I felt his hands tightening on my head and his cock hardening. He slowed his strokes and lengthened them. I slid my hand under him and coped his heavy balls as I relaxed and took his full length. He paused as his cock throbbed against my throat and i could feel him blast she fix shot down my throat. He pullback as I pulled back and I worked his head. I sucked and savored his favor filling my mouth as his moans told me he was in bliss. I slowed and milked him dry. I felt electric, I was so ready for mine. I leaned back on my feet looking at him standing with his eyes closed smiling. His cock semi hard hanging in front of me.

I run my tongue along my teeth slippery with his cum as he opens his eyes. I am so ready as my hands slid up under my shirt and caress my tits. My nipples stiff with desire and the cool breeze that has picked up.

"Oh shit" he says as he reaches for his pants. His eyes are riveted past me as I know without looking. He zips up and I slowly stand and turn feeling a little angry as I hear the horse come to a halt behind me.

"Hey Mrs Holloway" Mike says as my frustration grows.

"Hey mom, I thought you were gonna be awhile?" I say with more than a hint of annoyance.

"Oh honey if I did not know better I would say you are not excited to see me" she says as her sweet voice drips with sarcasm. "You father decided he needed a nap" she says rolling her eyes, "so I thought I would come play with you kids."

"Great" I said annoyed.

"Oh come on Susan, it'll be fun" Mike said surprisingly. I knew right then that he was interested in more than picking apples with my mom, if he had not already. I watched as my mom beamed and stepped next to Mike and slid her arm into his. "So you guys find many apples here?" she asked with a leading smile.

I picked up her question. "We were just catching up. You know how it is to be away from the one you love right mom?" I said licking my lips, still tasting Mike's cum. She smiles and then turns to Mike and says "I bet you were more than talking if it was like a reunion I am used to."

I could not believe it. She was actually flirting with my boyfriend. I guess it helped calm my lust as they walked towards the horses and she turned and winked at me.

 

[saedo]

Susan has always been a talented kisser. She can get me aroused just with the way her tongue teases mine. Of course, she was using a lot more than that on me in the grove. Her whole body strained against mine as we made out.

Finally she broke contact and smiled lasciviously at me. She loosened her thighs from my waist and pushed me back. Licking her lips, she planted her boots on the ground and put her hands on my biceps. She pushed me around till I had my back against the tree.

Sue kept her eyes on me the entire time as her fingers unfastened my belt and then my pants. While her public persona was the blonde ingenue, in private she could be stunningly brazen. She slowly and purposefully stripped my jeans, confident in that moment that she had total control. It was supremely sexy.

With my jeans now down to my knees, I felt her hand cup my cock through my boxers. "I have missed this guy," she purred, still looking up at me. Her hand began to knead me through the thin fabric, urging me towards maximum size.

Only when she shoved my boxers past my knee did Susan look down. Sue always loved seeing my cock swing free and rise into the air. I in turn adored her reaction. The sheer joy she took in me only made me love her more.

That reaction was far from universal. Most women think I'm good looking, so I've gone out with plenty of girls. But I soon discovered that real world isn't like porn. In porn, a girl sees a well hung guy and just can't wait to have sex. In the real world, many a girl would see my massive schlong and start to back towards the nearest exit.

Sue, however, gazed at the fleshy pillar now bobbing before her as if it were a venerated object of worship. Her pupils dilated with lust as she reached for the shaft. Its veiny girth well exceeded her grasp, so she had to use both hands to control it.

I glanced back towards the barn. We were a significant distance away, so only the roof was faintly visible. Still, her parents were off in that direction and I didn't relish the thought of Mr. Holloway catching me with my pants around my calves and my cock in his precious baby girl's mouth.

"Forget about them," Susan instructed. "We've got time.* Mom takes awhile to change clothes."

"Yeah, but your mom said she'd just have to change and be on their way. How long do you think it will . . . Ah-ahhhh." My response dissolved into a blissful sigh as Susan's lips slipped over the tip of my cock. The potential risk of a giant man in overalls chasing me with a shotgun faded into the background as the delirious sensation of Susan's mouth enveloped me.

Sue devoted a couple of minutes to teasing the head. She knew how sensitive it was, particularly just under the outer edge of the glans. Her tongue teased along it, prompting me to gasp "Oh God" more than once.

Susan loved the taste of my precum, so she kept at her teasing until a few pearls are oozing out every couple seconds. Little Miss Innocent slurped each of them loudly, pumping my cock with her hands to coax them out.

I had to struggle not to cum after the first minute. Susan knows how much I love her mouth around my cockhead and it'd been far too long since my last climax. But this wasn't my first session with Susan, so I'd gained significant stamina since before we got together.

Seemingly pleased by my endurance, Sue then transitioned into the skills that set her apart from the other girls. Those girls who didn't just balk at the sight of my oversized member would usually only get as far as sucking on the head. With a glans as big as some of the apples growing overhead, it was a minor triumph just to fit the fat knob inside their mouth. Susan, however, wasn't content to be "just as good" as the rest. With her jaw open to an insane degree, she began shoving the monstrosity down her throat.

She had to kneel down in front of me so that she could straighten out her neck. Deep throating something this big is not unlike sword swallowing. As the bulk inched further inside, I could see her throat distend. An ominous bulge expanded down her neck. I'd have been terrified she might suffocate were it not for the regular flaring of her nostrils as she breathed. With her fierce concentration, she looked like a marathon runner hitting her stride.

I knew her goal is to lay her lips flat on my belly - a seemingly impossible task. Unfortunately, my stamina gave out before she choke down the final inches prove. The feel of her throat around my gargantuan cock pushed me over the edge and I felt the surging need for release wash over my senses. I cried out a warning moments before my cock swelled still further and exploded. Thick, creamy jets of cum fired down her throat.

The orgasm was so intense that I blacked out slightly. When the bliss waned enough for me to become aware of my surroundings once more, I was leaning heavily on the tree and breathing like I'd just finished running laps. Susan knelt on the grass with my plump but limp cock still in her hands. Her fingers massaged my length from base to glans as she squeezed and sucked every last drop of jism out.

"That was incredible, baby," I gasped. "Fucking incredible."

Sue stood up and smiled, showing me a brief glimpse of her cum-filled mouth before swallowing it all down. She purred and licked her lips, clearly pleased. Her hands reach under her shirt and begin to massage her nipples. "My turn," she cooed.

Just as I started to envision what those fat nubs would taste like, a sound sent a chill of ice water down my veins. approaching hoofbeats. "Shit! Your parents!" I whispered between clenched teeth. I scrabbled to pull my jeans up before the Holloways caught me with my pants down and my naked, saliva-soaked cock dangling to my knees in front of their daughter.

I managed to get everything in place by the time that Mrs. Holloway approached through the trees. As promised, she'd switched into riding wear: jeans and a plaid shirt. The denim was surprisingly snug, almost like yoga pants. Melinda had also knotted the shirt tails up, revealing about an inch of tan midriff. Her waist wasn't as slender as Susan's, but clearly this mom was in excellent shape.

Susan thankfully stood in front of me, providing me limited cover as I buckled my belt. "Hey, Mrs. Holloway," I greeted, trying not to let my anxiety show.

"Hey Mom," Susan said. She paused and added. "That didn't take long; I thought you were gonna be awhile." Susan had a slightly suspicious tone,suggesting she's actually surprised that her mother got changed so quickly.

Melinda smiled back at us as she walked towards us. "Oh honey, I didn't want to leave our guest unattended for too long. I'm just so interested in getting to know dear Mike."* She stopped a few feet away and tilted her head. "Has Susan shown you everything, Mike?" She paused rather deliberately, then added, "Around the farm, I mean."

While her words were innocent enough, the mischievous glint in Mrs. Holloway's eye suggested she wasn't that naive.* She'd clearly seen through our facade and knew damn well that Susan and I had been up to some kind of naughtiness just minutes ago. Moreover, I got the distinct impression that Melinda was pleased at the prospect; if she had any regrets, it was probably that Melinda hadn't gotten here in time to watch Susan and I go at it.

"Well, let's get to work picking some apples. I'm afraid Mr. Holloway stayed behind at the house, so you'll have to do all the heavy lifting, Mike." She stepped next to me and grasped my left bicep. "But I'm sure a big, strong boy like you won't have any problems."

I felt myself blush slightly. I was pretty sure that Melinda was flirting with me. And judging by the dark look on Susan's face, she thought the same thing - and wasn't too happy about it.

~~~~~~~~
The work proved more more intense than I expected. Turned out that a bushel of apples can get pretty heavy. The day was also pretty warm, so my shirt was soon damp with sweat. Even with me doing the heavy lifting, Susan and Melinda had flushed cheeks and beads of perspiration dotting their foreheads.

"Okay, I think we could all use a break," Melinda announced. "Let's go cool off by the creek." She strode off through the grove and Susan and I followed.

We soon arrived at a stream that meandered near the trees. The water was clear enough to see the bottom, which was probably only a few feet or so deep. Melinda stopped at a lightly sloped bit of sandy shoreline and kicked off her boots. "Ooh, that cool water feels great! " she trilled after dipping her toes in at the water's edge. "C'mon, Mike, you look like you're about to keel over from the heat. Take off that shirt and jeans and cool off."

Admittedly, I was pretty hot; however, I wasn't so sure stripping down to my boxers was appropriate. Melinda saw my hesitation and waved dismissively. "Oh, don't be shy, Mike. We're practically family. Your underwear will do fine as swim trunks."

I glanced at Susan, but what was I going to do? Mr. Holloway already thought I was a bit wimpy after struggling with Susan's horse. How manly would I seem if I was embarrassed at being seen in my underwear? I shrugged and started taking off my clothes.

Melinda then announced, "I think I'll join you." Melinda reached for her shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing a she wore a black bikini top underneath. A matching pair of bottoms appeared as she shrugged off her jeans. I was relieved to see that Melinda's swimsuit was pretty full coverage; though she seemed to have an ass that could carry it off, I wasn't ready to see my girlfriend's mother in a thong.

Susan, however, remained on the shore. Melinda waded into the stream and called back to her, "C'mon, Susan, join us." Melinda paused and held a hand over her mouth momentarily. "Oh, that's right, you can't."

Melinda turned to me and explained. "You see, Mike, Susan sometimes chooses to go without underwear. Apparently that's the fashionable thing these days." She rolled her eyes as if bewildered by the crazy things that kids did.

Melinda turned back to her daughter. "Well, I did say you should put something on underneath," she stated in the universal "mother knows best" tone. "Well, I'd tell you to just come on in, but you know what your father would say if I let you go skinny-dipping with a boy. But don't worry, I packed a suit for you: that cute one-piece with the bows. It's in my overnight bag back at the house. Why don't you ride back and get it?"

Melinda glanced at me and smiled. "Don't worry; I'll look after Mike till you get back."

I resisted the urge to swallow uncomfortably. I suspected that Melinda had predicted and planned for this very situation. It'd probably take Susan 20+ minutes to get to the house and return. That'd seemed to be an awfully long time for me to be alone in my boxers with her bikini-clad mother.

 

[cybal]

"OK momma" I said as sweetly as I could. I knew what she was doing. It was not the first time she had pulled shit like this with my boyfriends. At the Alabama Auburn game last year she was in the hotel room with my ex for an hour at halftime claiming she felt faint. The only thing she felt was horny and that bastard end it with me thinking he would have chance with my mother. My daddy ran him out of town so fast it was scary.

I headed back to the horses but did not go back to the house. I road coal around the orchard and came up from behind the small hill over looking the creek. I have to admit riding Coal in my state of "excitement" made me nearly insane with desire. The strong beast between my thighs, The saddle pressed against me.

I was out of their site for about ten minutes. I silently walked up the hill and as I topped it I saw them. They were in the same spot in the pool.

 

[saedo]

Susan wasn't particularly thrilled at leaving, but her mother hadn't left her too much choice. Susan was obviously as hot as we were, so she surely wanted to cool off in the stream. With her swimsuit only a short ride away, it seemed entirely logical to run and get it. To refuse would require being rude and the Holloways were definitely big on courtesy.

Likewise, I didn't want to appear rude by refusing to go into the water. What was there to be afraid of? Mrs. Holloway had already given me the "we're practically family" go-ahead. How could I refuse?

I waded into the water. The coolness felt excellent after the hot work, so I found a spot a few feet out from shore and sat down. If I leaned back on my elbows, I could submerge my shoulders.

After a moment, I heard a splash behind me. Melinda walked over and sat down behind me. "Oh, I bet your shoulders got quite the workout lifting all those apple bushels," she proclaimed. "Let me give those a nice rubdown."

I tried to politely refuse, but Melinda brushed aside my response. Like Susan, she could be a real force of nature. Plus, she wasn't wrong; her fingers dug into my upper back and I groaned as she worked at the knotted muscles.

Melinda began to chatter away as she worked my entire back. She peppered me with questions about how Susan and I met, where I grew up, and all sorts of other bits of my background. After a few minutes, I was totally lulled.

Then I realized that Mrs. Holloway's hands had massaged their way down my back to the base of my spine. Her fingers had then surreptitiously crept around to my front and were currently teasing along the waistband of my boxers. I became immediately cognizant that her bikini-clad breasts were firmly pressed into my back and that her thighs were splayed alongside mine.

"Uh, Mrs. Holloway . . . , " I began.

"Call me Melinda," she remonstrated. "And don't worry, I know what I'm doing. From what Susan tells me, you are probably in need of a rub down there, too."

"Susan? What?"

Melinda giggled. "Oh, don't be so surprised, Mike. Women talk about everything, and especially mothers and daughters. Susan told me all about what a man you are."

I inhaled sharply and froze as Melinda's hands slipped down my boxers. Her fingers began to trace over my crotch as I sat paralyzed. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I had no idea what to do. Ordinarily I was very much in favor of beautiful women putting their hands down my pants, but this seemed wrong. But shoving Melinda away seemed like a bad idea. I could envision Susan being upset that I was rude to her mother just before her 300 pound father came after me with a pitchfork.

"Oh my!" Melinda squealed as her fingertips found the base of my shaft. "Oh my God, you are huge! Susan told me you were twice as big as anything she'd ever had, but I thought she was exaggerating. And this is when you're soft? Oh, you must be absolutely massive!"

I started to verbalize a protest as Melinda began to fondle me, but she again brushed past it. "Oh, don't be prudish, Mike. I'm merely looking out for Susan. A big man like you and a little girl like her. . ." She clucked disapprovingly. "A woman's vagina can only take so much, Mike. You try to get all your rocks off with her and she'll be lucky if she can walk the next day. So you just let me relieve some of that pressure. It's what Susan needs."

Frankly, I wasn't sure what to make of this. It sounded crazy, but there was a ring of truth to it. Susan and her favorite sorority sisters had a closeness to them, so maybe she and her mother were similarly tight. Plus, I knew Melinda was right about Susan having limits, so perhaps having another outlet wasn't the craziest thing.

It was becoming a moot point, though. Melinda definitely knew how to touch me. It didn't take long before I started to stiffen. The water concealed the result, but soon a thick pillar extended past the lower hem of my boxers.

In the chaos, I suddenly blurted, "Did you hear something?!" I glanced towards the trees. Melinda released her hands and turned to follow my gaze. Had I heard Susan returning? Or was my imagination running away with me?

 

[cybal]

"Shit" I though too myself as my boot snapped a fallen limb as I had moved to a more comfortable position. My head was spinning between anger, jealousy and excited watching my mother seduce my man. The thought of my mother acting on what I told her of Mike's special talents and dimensions had crossed my mind but I assumed she would not actually act on it. A sorority sister sure, but not my mother.

After a moment I gathered my courage to look again. I became aware of my heart pounding in my chest and how excited I was with visions of what would be happening in that isolated little creek. Before I knew it I was caressing my breast under my t-shirt and imagining Mike's hands on them.

"OH yes Mike" I sighed through closed eyes. My nipple was sensitive and hard as I lightly brushed my fingertips across it. I laid back behind the tree and disappeared into my fantasy of Mike's hands. With my other hand now brushing my abs just under the top of my shorts.

"Oh god yes! Touch me! Mike touch me" I sigh into the intensity of my desire and the back of my eye lids.

My hand slid lower into my cut offs and I was nearing my aching button. I arched my back and clutched my breast as Mike would when he was nearing orgasm. "SNAP!" suddenly shocked me into awareness that someone was nearby and my eyes were now open and my fantasy gone. I collapsed my arched back and released myself with a silent sigh of frustration. Not the exhale I was hoping for.

I looked towards the sound and saw my father staring down the hill, unaware of my presence.

 

[saedo]

For several seconds, I waited and heard nothing. Perhaps it'd been my imagination. Melinda seemed to agree, her hands reaching for me once more.

"Melinda? Susan?" The bellow carried through the trees from an indeterminate distance. "Where y'all at?"

Melinda sighed. "Ah well, guess we'll have to leave this till later." Her fingers gave me a last squeeze to my thickening shaft and then released. She then turned towards the apple grove. "We're over in the creek, Charles!"

"Best tuck that away, Mike," she advised. "Much as I want to see your beautiful cock, I suspect that Mr. Holloway won't be as enthused."

The thought of Mr. Holloway catching me was just the dose of ice water in my veins I needed. My growing erection reversed course and shriveled. By the time he stomped out of the woods, I had everything packed back into my boxers again.

Charles raised an eyebrow as he caught sight of us: his bikini-clad wife and me in my boxers, both standing in about three feet of water. I felt my throat clench. What must he think?

"There you are Charles, " Melinda intervened. "You were supposed to come help us do the apple picking ages ago. Fortunately we had Mike, or Sue and I would never have gotten finished."

Mr. Holloway's eyes flicked over his voluptuous wife and then me. "What's the boy doing in his britches?"

Melinda rolled her eyes as she strode out of the water to meet her husband. "Susan forgot to tell him to bring a swimsuit, so I had Mike make do. After all, he had to do all of the heavy lifting since you weren't here to help."

I'm not sure Mr. Holloway cared for the answer, but Melinda kissed him on the cheek and continued on. "Well, since you're here now, you can help us get the apples to the house. Charles, go get the horses while Mike and I get our clothes on."

Charles grunted and did as bidden. I clambered out of the water and began putting on my jeans as fast as I could.

Melinda caught me as I headed into the woods. "I'll have to tend to you later, Mike," she promised with a mysterious smile. She then followed after her husband.

What had I gotten myself into this weekend?

 

[cybal]

I remained hidden in the trees as I watched my mother sweet talk her way out of being discovered with my boyfriend. She has taught me many things and I hope someday to be able to use this escape as well. I mean a nearly forty year old woman with a twenty-two years big cock hard as a rock in her hands, moments from enjoying all of it anywhere she damned well pleased.

I hurried back to Coal who somehow avoided being seen. Well, I know how, my dad was watching Mom jerking Mike off in the water. Why didn't he blow up? Why is Mike still in one piece? Was he ok with mom's indiscretions? That thought sent a jolt through me as I slung myself up on the velvety back of Coal and kicked him into gear and raced back to the house. My body felt electric as my tits bounced with Coals thunderous hoods beating into the ground. My legs tightened around his body as the saddle bounced under me. My hair flew back in the wind and all I could imagine was Mike's sexy body under me. How I would ride him tonight, if I ever get the chance.

Once back at the house I had every intent of putting on a bathing suit and heading back but my body felt so good as I stripped my shorts. I sat on the clean white comforter and gave myself a moment. The image of my mother jerking Mike's cock was burned into my psyche and it made me hot. I laid back on the soft bed and spread my legs. My right hand slid down between my legs as my left caressed my breast. Oh god how I wanted to feel Mike's mouth on my nipples. His cock in my hand as I guide him into me.

"Be gentle" I sigh.

Just then I heard my mother's voice as they came in with the apples downstairs. "The weekend of frustration" I thought to myself as I pulled my bikini on and then my shorts and went downstairs.

"Back so soon?" I asked as Mike gave me a strange look. I understood it. My father was pouring himself another bourbon and my mother smiled and put her arm around me. We walked into the hall as she whispered "if you want us to believe you came back to get your bathing suit you should at least put on a top to cover those high beams." I looked down and my nipples we standing tall in my t-shirt. I turned red with embarrassment.

"Quite a young man you have their" she said with a smirk. "Did you enjoy our show?"

With that she turned and headed back to the kitchen. "Mike why don't you go in with Charles and watch the game. Susan and I will compare recipes and get started on tonight's meals." It was awkward enough to make Mike head directly into the living room and pour himself a bourbon.

 

[saedo]

I'd hoped to have a little time to visit with Susan when I saw her again. The encounter with her mother had me on edge. How was I supposed to handle it if Melinda came on to me again?

On its face, the answer seemed self-evident. Girlfriends don't like other women coming onto their boyfriends. Therefore, I should try to dissuade any woman who came onto me. But Susan wasn't like other girls.

Melinda had been right about one thing: I was probably too big for Susan. Much as she adored my size, it was a bit much for her tender lady parts. Fortunately, that was fine if we only had time for a short session; Susan could go full out without major consequence

But if we had all night together, Susan's passion could be problematic. Susan never wanted to hold back, so she wanted to go full steam whenever my cock bounced back up ready for more. Unfortunately, too much of that would leave aching and groaning the next day or two.

Susan's solution had been unexpected. Rather than dial back her enthusiasm or let me go partially satisfied, she brought in a tag team partner. It had started almost by accident with one of her sorority sisters, but had soon become a regular practice. Whenever I spent the night at her sorority house, Susan would have a sorority sister or three available to join in as needed.

With that background, I wasn't sure how Susan would want me to react to Melinda. Should I treat her like a sorority sister? Or Susan's actual sister? Or was Melinda off limits?

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to chat with her. Melinda hustled Susan off into the kitchen and I was left to interact with Mr. Holloway. Oh boy.

The big man settled into a large easy chair with a drink and turned on the TV. A few clicks on the remote brought him to a college football game. Sports - perhaps one of the few things we had in common.

My attempts to make conversation went nowhere. He responded with grunts as I tried to chat about anything I could think of to interest him: the current game, the Crimson Tide, current rankings, the leading Heisman candidates, etc. Finally, we settled into an uneasy silence.

After nearly ten minutes, he unexpectedly spoke. "Don't get any ideas tonight."

I furrowed my brow. "Sorry, what?"

"Don't get any ideas tonight." He repeated. "Melinda thinks just because you two are dating and over 18 that you ought to be able to share a bedroom, but that ain't gonna happen. I don't care if it's old fashioned, but you two aren't married, so you're not sharing a bed. Not under my roof."

He jabbed a finger in my direction. "Sue will sleep upstairs. You'll bunk on that couch there. You don't like it, you can hit the road now." He glared at me, almost daring me to disagree.

"Your house, your rules, sir." I replied.

Mr. Holloway just grunted and turned back to the TV.

I remained quiet. This weekend was proving much more stressful than I had anticipated.

 

[cybal]

Meanwhile back in the kitchen.

Mother and I began making dinner. Daddy would BBQ steaks for the boys and mom and me would have a nice healthy salad. Mom poured two glasses of white wine. She raised her glass and waited for me to raise mine.

"Here's to Mike" she said with a smile.

I smiled back knowing she would be able to more than satisfy him and I could keep him happy. It was quiet a challenge to handle his size. I can get him off but I know I am not able to give him that unbridled raging intensity I know he desires. My big sister at school was a happy co-conspirator. I was so jealous of how she took his strength and size with nothing but pleasure.

"Here's to Mike" I repeated. We touched glasses and took long draws of wine. She stepped around the island where we had the vegetables and knifes to stand next to me. She raised her hand to the back of my neck and stroked my braid.

"He is such a lucky man" she said as she looked jealously at my young tight skin and soft golden hair. "You are so beautiful" she sighed her hand sliding down my shoulder.

"HOw's dinner coming?" Daddy called in from the living room.

Mom rolled her eyes and said, "Can you fire up the coals hon?"

I walked into the living room as Dad went out onto the patio to see Mike refilling his whiskey.

"That bad babe?" I said with a smile.

"I do not think your dad likes me" he said taking another drink.

I put my arms around his neck and rubbed my hips against his. I leaned to his ear and in my most breathy voice said, "don't worry about daddy, he sleeps like the dead."

I could feel his cock jump with my words. "And don't drink too much you are going to need all of you strength." I winked and ran my hand down his ads to his bulge as I turned and returned to the kitchen.

Mom passed me with a plate of meat. She walked out to the patio but I know she gave Mike a look.

I took my wine wondering how tonight would go. It was one thing to share you man with a sorority sister but with my own mother? I gulped down the wine and watched as Mom returned from the patio. She paused and looked back to be sure Dad was turned away then whispered to Mike "I can't wait for tonight."

He nearly dropped his glass and I had to stifle a laugh as mom came in with a big smile. "He is so cute" she said.

We ate and made small talk about school and Mike's ambitions in life. My dad was big on ambition, considering how he had worked his way up in the real estate game. We cleared the plates and Mike and daddy went to the patio where Daddy lit up a cigar. Mike did not partake, thank god I hate the smell of those things. And seeing a man sucking on a long rounded shaft is not such a turn on for me. Mom however went out with a fresh whiskey for Daddy and too the cigar and took the most erotic drag you could imagine. Daddy was pretty drunk and groped mom's ass as she sat on his knee with the thick smoking shaft between her lips.

Mike was all kinds of red and hard as a rock.

Mom came back in and I complimented her on her show.

"I did not want you father to notice the sleeping pill I put in his drink" she told me with a wink. "You about ready for this?" she asked. My heard pounded as my body ached. "Hell yeah" I said overwhelmed with lust.

Mom went out and whispered in daddy's ear until he agreed to go to bed. I am sure he thought he was getting some but she reappeared after a few minutes. Her clothes were replaced with a plush white robe. She looked awesome as I sat next to Mike on the couch. My hand rested on his thigh.

Mom poured herself a whiskey and sat down saying, "I hate when a man falls asleep on me, so so frustrating."

"I know what you mean" I said smiling at Mike. He had once passed out in my room after my big sister had fucked him. He laughed and said, "nobody's passing out here" then realized what he had said and how it could be construed.

"I hope not" mother said with an evil grin focused on him.

"That robe looks so comfy I think I will take a quick shower and put one on" I said getting my feet.

Mike glared at me knowing he would be alone and not much he could do.

"Oh, ok, but don't be too long" he said with eyes begging me not to go.

"Oh, go freshen up honey. It has been a long day and Mike and I have hardly gotten a second to talk" her focus never leaving him. She got up to move to the couch asking "would you like anything Mike?" with a glance at me. "Maybe another drink?" she continued.

"Uhh, yeah, please, that would be nice" he said as if trapped by a lion and trying to prolong his life.

At the top of the stairs I looked back and mom was sitting on the couch having turned the lights down. Her legs were pulled up under her as she faced Mike. He sat holding the glass of whiskey in his lap. Mom's arm slid behind him on the back of the couch and her robe opened provocatively.

I heard mother laughing as I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt. Fuck I was horny. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I tried not to think about what was going on in the living room as my father slept but that was impossible. I quickly ran my soapy hands over myself and the warm water felt so good, but images of my mother on top of Mike drive me to dry off quickly, grab the robe and run to the stairs silently.

 

[saedo]

Dinner proved excellent. Susan and her mother could really cook. I was also intensely grateful to not be alone with Mr. Holloway anymore. He still wasn't friendly to me, but the presence of the women seemed to mollify him.

We all are heartily and then had drinks. Mr. Holloway knocked back more than a few and was soon talking loudly and with a bit of a slur. When his drunkenness became more pronounced, his wife declared it was time to get to bed. With her help, he rose to his feet. Together they went upstairs to their bedroom.

Finally alone with Susan, I'd hoped to finally talk with her about what had happened with her mother. Susan, however, had other ideas. She sat in my lap and started making out with me. Susan is a damn good kisser, so I wasn't about to resist. After several minutes, she broke off the kiss and urged me upstairs. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was burning with desire.

But as we rose from the couch, Melinda came down the stairs. She now wore only a fluffy white robe. "Your father started snoring as soon as he was in bed, so I decided to take a quick shower," she explained. "What are you two up to?"

I guess we both looked pretty obvious about our intentions, because Melinda added, "Sue, honey, you can't be taking Mike to your room. You know how your father is. Until there's a wedding ring on that finger, he won't let you share a bed with Mike."

Sue started to protest, but Melinda held up a hand. "Hold on, don't have a tantrum. I'm not entirely on his side. We can figure something out. In the meantime, why don't you go upstairs and take a shower? I'll keep Mike company until you're done and then he can get cleaned up."

Susan seemed reluctant, but it was her mother. Besides, we both could use a bath after the dirt and sweat from earlier. She grumbled, but went upstairs as directed.

Unfortunately, thus left me alone with Susan's flirty mother. I still had no guidance from Susan as to how I was to handle Melinda if she got hands-on again.

Melinda offered me a drink, which I gladly accepted. She went to the table with the bottles and poured us each some bourbon. On her way back, I realized that her robe had loosened slightly, giving a rather significant display of cleavage. Melinda was clearly not wearing a bra underneath and I wagered she was wholly naked.

I drank eagerly at my bourbon as Melinda sat next to me. Any closer and she'd be in my lap. When she turned towards me, her breasts pressed against my body.

"Susan hasn't had much luck getting you alone today, has she?" Melinda mused. "I know my daughter. She's probably aching to have you inside her."

"You haven't had it very easy, either. Oh, don't pretend otherwise.* I've seen you hard as a rock more times than I can count. Your poor balls must be so blue. . .."* She licked her lips, then added. "That's good, very good."

"Good?" I replied with confusion.

"Oh yes, it's good to get a man all riled up. Makes him more potent. Let's see."

Melinda reached between my thighs and cupped my crotch. I inhaled sharply as her fingers gently squeezed the family jewels. "What the hell?!"

Melinda ignored my outburst. "Oh my! Susan told me you were hung like a bull, but you've got the balls of one, too!" Her fingers found a plump testicle and massaged it through the denim. "You must be able to cum gallons with these!"

"Mrs. Holloway!" I blurted, squirming slightly.

"Call me Melinda," she directed. "Excellent. Now let's get you upstairs."

"What are you talking about?"

Melinda grinned mischievously. "Charles said you're not to share a bed with her. He didn't say anything about sharing a shower." She winked at me. "Now get up there and pump her until she overflows."

Getting encouraged by a mother to bang her daughter was too surreal. Still, any excuse to step away from this woman was a welcome idea. "Okay," I said gingerly.

Melinda's smile widened. "But I'll be waiting for you after you wear Susan out. I'll make sure to finish you off."

Not knowing what else to do, I continued upstairs.

 

[cybal]

As I reached the stairs I saw Mike headed up. I quickly turned and made for my room. I got in the bathroom and put the robe back. I waited until I figured he was either in the hall outside or in my room. I walked out expecting to be alone.

"Micheal?" I gasped careful to keep my voice down on the odd chance my father was stirring. I covered my breasts and crotch with my hands as if I was embarrassed. Mike was certainly accustom to me being naked. Once I knew my mother was not behind him I relaxed and walked to him. My bare feet barely touched the Persian rug that flowed out from under the bed.

"Come here" I said in my sexiest. "I did not expect mother to release you to me so soon." Mike looked confused and I knew I had said too much. I hurried next to him and began rubbing his bulging jeans.

"Oh baby I need this" I cooed in his ear wanting him to throw me on my back and fuck me like he did my sorority sister.

"Hold up" he said "what's up with your mom and you?"

"Whatever do you mean?" I said in my sweetest southern bell tone.

"Released me?" he mimicked my words.

"Oh you know baby, a man like you, she might hold on to for company and what not" I said trying to cover the real plot at work here. I batted my eye lashes and ran my hands over my body ending with my knees and spreading them trying to entice him.

"This is kinda weird" he said looking uncomfortable.

"OK sit down" I said giving up the charade. "You know how I can't really handle all of you?" I said nervously.

"You do fine" he said trying to be nice. I had seen him with Isabel as school and I never got him off like she did. I mean she could hardly walk after but he really enjoyed it.

"I try but I know you need more than my little body can handle right now. With time and practice" I smiled at that idea "I will be bale to be all that and more for you but until then I don't want you to be unsatisfied." I thought this would be enough to explain but he was still unhappy.

"Sometimes guys are so dense" I said exasperated. Nw he looked hurt so I was annoyed and horny and I got to the point.

"My mom wants you to knock me up and for that she will fuck you as hard and as long as you want. There I said it. Any questions?" I searched his face as he was obviously not expecting that. I reached over and stroked his thigh and squeezed his hand. I was nervous and hoping he was not going to bolt.

I looked away to the doorway and saw my mother standing there. She had a sympathetic look on her face as Mike followed my look to her.

"Well boy what's it gonna be?" mom said letting her robe fall to the hardwood floor. Damn she looked good for her age.

 

[saedo]

I turned to Susan are her mother's announcement. Well, first I stared at her naked mother. Good Lord, she looked amazing for a woman twice my age. Her breasts had a slightly more teardrop shape, but her body was otherwise taut and lean. Unlike Susan, her pubic mound had a thick strip of blonde curls running up the center.

"Is this what you want?" I asked Susan when I finally turned to her.

"You kids," Melinda declared. "It's not about want, Mike. It's need. My daughter simply isn't built for someone like you. Hell, I don't know if I can even handle you; you'd probably be fucking my womb if you ever went balls deep.

"Anywise that fat cock stretches Susan out so much that she nearly passes out. Oh, sure, she gets off on it, but just fucking you once takes almost everything she has. And since you can go half a dozen times a day, she can't keep up.

"Now if she were practical, she'd break up with you and let you try to find a girl with a roomy pussy - though I don't know if anyone is that loose. But Susan loves you and your giant cock, so she doesn't want to let you go. So if she can't handle you on your own, she gets her friends to help out. I hear you've fucked about a quarter of her sorority by now.

I blushed furiously at the description. But she wasn't far off.

"But this weekend, it's just family," Melinda continued. "So if Susan needs a helping hand with your cock, I'm happy to help."

"Now come on, you two. Poor Mike has gallons of cum sloshing around his balls, so let's give the poor boy his release." Melinda grabbed each of us by the arm and hustled us down the hall.

"Your father will blow a gasket if you two share a bed, but there are plenty of other rooms in the house. And the shower will hide the noise. Plus, I'm sure this might get messy." She guided us into the bathroom and closed the door behind us.

"Alright, off with those clothes," she directed as she turned on the shower.

 

[cybal]

This was unusual to say the least. My mother had always been more open with me than other girls mothers but this was definitely taking it to another level. I dropped my robe as my mother looked at me and smiled, "beautiful, like I was at your age." She then kissed me on the lips and turned to Mike. He was just stepping out of his jeans and looked gorgeous. His ripples body, hard with working out. His cock, rock hard and throbbing with the situation. Melinda stepped to him wrapped her hand around his shaft ,well as much as she could and gave it a few strokes. She looked into his eyes and said, "be gentle but be sure to cum, I will be waiting to finish you." She leaned to him and kissed him passionately sliding her tongue into his mouth and pulling his hand to her breast. His hand instinctively groped her breast and pinched her stiff nipple. She released his lips and he released her breast.

I stepped into the glassed in shower. It was enormous, like you see on HGTV or something. My parents always said it was because dad was so tall but I have a feeling it was for more than height issues.

The water felt good, hot on my electrified flesh. I took the bar of soap and began lathering my hands. It was not the first shower I had taken with a man. Mike stepped in and I let the water fall onto him. I began washing him. First his chest as I teased his nipples then his ridged abs. I looked out the glass door and saw mom watching. I smiled and she smiled back.

Letting my hands slide down to his picturesque cock I looked at her through the steamed glass. She watched as my hands together barely got around his girth. I moved them up and down as he leaned his head back into the flow of water. I then slid my hands down to his balls and gently massaged them washing the days sweat from between his legs.

I took the bar of soap and began washing his fingers, arms and arm pits. He stood calmly letting me wash him. I washed his thick shoulders. My mind flashed with me holding onto his muscular neck as he lifted my tight ass up and down his cock. I shuddered with desire. I washed his neck and jaw, his ears and hair. His face then I leaned up and kissed his letting my tongue slide into his sweet lips. I felt his cock throb against my belly and wanted it.

Resisting my desires, I turned him to face the water. He raised his hands to the wall as I washed his massive back. His skin was perfect, tanned and toned. His muscles stretched it and I worked my way down. I felt tiny behind his massive frame pressed up against the wall. His ass was perfect, chiseled, and I massaged it hard with the soap removing any resistance. I reached around for his cock with one hand and slid the other into his ass crack. I ran my soapy finger up and down gently pressing his asshole.

"Mmmmm" he groaned approvingly with my teasing. I brought both hands back to the bar of soap and lathered them. I put the soap back in the dish and glanced to see if mom was still watching. She was but I did not care. With my left hand I began stroking his heavy cock and with my right I pressed my finger into his ass. He moved his feet back and apart in anticipation giving me access.

"Relax baby" I purred and as he did my finger sank into his ass.

"Ahhhhh" he groaned as my fingernail slid over his prostate. I smiled at mom who was now rubbing herself quite quickly obviously enjoying our show. I exaggerated my arm movements fucking his ass with my finger. His prostate was rock hard and I so wanted to get him off this way. I squeezed his cock the best I could and as it thickened I removed my finger. He grunted anxiously, obviously not wanting me to stop.

He turned on me. His eyes were intense. He grabbed me and lifted me off the floor against the beige tiled wall. My legs spread and his cock was against my thick lips. He looked at me like he was going to kill me. He wanted this, he needed this. I was afraid. He had once looked like this after I had teased him too much and nearly ripped me in two.

"Please" I squeaked trying to keep my voice down. "be gentle."

I looked and my mother was at the door sensing Mike was nearing the edge.

He held me like a doll. A moment passed and he ever so gently let me down onto his engorged head. It was enormous and pressed into me. I wanted it even if it seemed impossible. His hands tightened on my ass and he leaned his mouth to my ear.

"I am going to cum in you then fuck you mother like the animal I am" he whispered sending shivers of anticipation and desire through me. I flooded his head and enveloped him as he moved into me. My fingernails ripped into his shoulders as my back flattened agains the steamy tile. I could think of nothing but his enormous cock moving in and out of me. It was glorious.

He eased in a little then up, then a little more and then up. It was incredible. I looked at my mother now nearing her own climax with her forehead on the glass, her mouth open.

"Oh god yes Mike Fuck Me!" I moaned loudly. "Cum deep inside me" I begged wanting all of his enormous length. Luckily he resisted giving too much as with about two-thirds of his monster inside me he paused. He arched his back and looked into my eyes. I gyrated my hips as my heels kicked his tight ass. His eyes closed and mouth opened as a wave surged through is cock. It rippled against every fiber of my body. The days pent up lust drove through his shaft and into me, deep into me. I shuddered with the first and then jerked into an orgasm of my own. It seemed with each surge of cum a wave of blissful pleasure surged through my body. My head spun and I could only hold on to his massive body.

I am not sure how long it lasted but after a quite stillness filled only with the sound of the water, his voice filled my ear. "Can you stand?"

I opened my eyes and realized he was holding me up but no longer inside me. He lowered me and I put my foot onto the wet tile. My knee started to buckle but I caught it as he caught my arm. I was on my feet with a sensation like I had never had inside me.

"You were amazing" he said turning off the water.

Mother opened the shower door with a flushed look of her own and a towel and suggested I go to bed. "Laying down would be best now" her mind always on grand babies. I was euphoric and dazed. I stumbled to my room with mom's arm around me. She tucked me in the big plush bed and I was in heaven.

"Mike lay next to me" I said from my dream.

"You go to sleep darlin' Mike and I have some unfinished business" she said with a tone I only recognized in the morning as dripping with desire. I looked towards the door and Mike stood, rock hard again and then they walked out and I fell asleep.

 

[saedo]

With Susan urging me on and her mother practically cheering us on from outside, I couldn't find any reason to hold back. I slammed my girlfriend up against the shower wall and plowed into her as deep as her little pussy could handle.

After the repeated teasing throughout the day, I was practically bubbling over with lust. When I blew, my cum poured out in a torrent. I half expected Susan's belly to swell like a balloon.

Afterwards, I felt a twinge of regret. Usually she's up for a second round, albeit at a slower pace. Tonight Susan was so dazed that I thought I might have given her a concussion.

At Melinda's suggestion, I carried her into her bedroom. Susan wanted me to stay, but Melinda urged me out of the room. "You promised Mr. Holloway," she reminded me. "No sharing a bed."

I reluctantly agreed and left. I returned to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes. But Melinda followed after and immediately slid a hand down my abs to my crotch.

I backed away. "That's okay, Mrs. Holloway. I don't think Susan is entirely comfortable with me being with you and I don't want to upset her. I can get by with just that one time tonight."

Her features darkened. "First, call me Melinda. Second, Susan is just being selfish; if she's fine letting her sorority sisters bang you, then why not me?

"Third, there's no way you're keeping that thing down tonight. I put a little of Mr. Holloway's blue pill in that drink earlier, so you're probably good to go for at least a couple hours. "

" You drugged me?!"

Melinda smiled. "Just a little. I figure even a half dose would probably make your cock into a deadly weapon. Now come over here and let me drain it dry."

"That's pretty fucked up!" I declared. "No way I'm doing anything with you."

I started to brush past her. "Mike, if you walk out that door, it's over with you and Susan. I'll tell my husband what you did to her tonight and he'll never let the two of you be together again. Never."

I met her gaze. She wasn't kidding. "Goddammit," I muttered. She had me by the balls in every aspect.

"Good boy," she praised, pushing me back into the shower. "Now let's have some fun." She knelt down on the tiles and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. As promised, I began to get hard almost immediately.

 

[cybal]

"Oh god I have been patient" she said as she dragged her lips along the rigid veined flesh of her daughters lover. "I gave you my sweet Susan now I want mine" her voice growing louder and more demanding as his cock grew harder.

"You better keep it down Melinda" Mike whispered barely audible over the water.

She leaned back as he looked down at me. The water running down her chest and through her bare spread legs. She squatted on the floor in front of him.

"We had this room sound proofed so Charles and I could use it without disturbing our guests" she explained to the young man. Susan sure could pick them. She had imagined him as she sucked her husband in the car ride up here. Charles may have known something was up since I had been demanding sex for the previous week leading up to today when she knew she would be right here, on her knees as his feet.

She balanced herself with one hand on his massive cock like a rail to hold on to and one hand rubbing between her shaven thighs.

"I appreciate your little speech and willingness to jerk off all night but really? Tell me you don't want this as much as I do?" she said to him. She stood and looked him in the eye and said, "I am a grown woman. I have had and can take all you have to give. You have seen the size of my husband, do you think his cock is not in proportion? Do you think a self made man like Charles doesn't get what he wants from a deal or his woman?"

She could see Mike's brain starting to turn and the realization he may not be the biggest dick in the house. This usually worked to get guys into the "pissing contest" mode and when it comes to fucking I love to have a man try to prove he is the best.

"That ole man can't do what I can do" he said confidently.

She leaned up to his ear and said "that ole man has been pounding me to orgasm since you swam out of your daddy's dick." Her tone confident and strong, unafraid of anything this boy could do.

Suddenly he snatched her up and pushed her against the wall, lifting her with his hands on her arms.

"OH yeah boy show me what you got!" she hissed. Instantly he rolled his hips and slammed his massively hard cock into her. She jerked with uncontrollable convulsion as he pinned her to the wall and humped me like a giant puppy on a someone's leg. She could hardly breath as his cock surged deeper and deep as he forced her down onto his thrusts. She gripped his neck and looked at his face contorted with effort as every fiber of his being was focused on driving into her. She could only wrap herself around him and take his assault. Jesus he was big and hard and strong. She may have played it a little too much as she was nearly out of control as he continued fucking her against the wall.

She clawed at this neck and head moaning and crying with erotic bliss and lustful desires.

"Jesus Mike take it easy" she finally gasped as er back was raw being driven into the tile.

"I thought you wanted it hard?" he grunted back making exaggerated thrusts sending her into another orgasm. She could not speak as she knew he was wining this debate. After about ten insane minutes he stopped, lifted her off himself and put her down. She collapsed onto he tiled floor visibly shaken. He squatted with his rock hard cock hanging between them.

"Have enough mom?" he asked with a dominant tone.

She looked up at him with her mouth agape, having weathered far harsher assaults. "Is that the best you got?" she said getting to her knees in front of him. "Charles fucks me better than that stoned drunk" she told him seeing how far she could push him.

"Maybe you would like it in your ass?" he said.

"You think I am a bitch don't you? A dirty, immoral, whorish bitch?" she asked getting to her feet.

He was not sure what to do. His girlfriend's mother was cursing and demanding him to fuck her like a rapist or something.

"Does that make you hot? Do you want to be an immoral whoring bitch Melinda?" he hissed into her face.

She stared at him as the tension between their bodies was intense. Her stern look broke into a grin as she turned away from her and put her hands against the tile. She moved her feet back, backing him to the other side of the shower with his cock against her ass. His massive shaft laid in the crack of her heart shaped ass.

She turned back as it took a moment to get his attention from her ass. "Not in my ass" she said matter of factly then spread her legs for him. Bracing her hands against the wet tile he moved back to get his cock down. He slapped her ass and rubbed his hard cock head up and down through her lips and against her hard clit. She grunted. He reached under her and squeezed her tit as his hand released his cock and he pushed into her.

Her back arched as her well toned body tightened against his pressure. Slowly he moved into her until his hips were touching her ass. She hung her head as he now held both tits with his hands and began making slow long strokes in and out of her.

She reached back and grabbed his hip pulling him into her as she pushed back. "Yes!" she hissed as her head looked up arching her back.

"Jesus Melinda you are amazing" he said moving his hand to her hips and starting to pull her into his thrusts. Her hands returned to the wall.

"Am I your first mother?" She asked.

"No" he answered sending a shudder through Melinda. "But you are the fucking best!" he followed with.