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The door to Andrew’s room clicked shut behind her, the lingering scent of sex and lemon-scented disinfectant clinging to the air. Allison kicked off he heels and found herself having to concentrate to make it down the hall, her body thrumming with a strange, illicit energy. She found Ethan exactly where she’d left him, well, almost.
He was slumped into the couch with his laptop open, sitting on a pillow on his lap. The flickering blue light of the screen illuminated his face, his eyes wide and fixed. One hand was shoved down the front of his loose-fitting trousers, his forearm moving in a slow, familiar rhythm beneath the fabric.
She leaned against the entryway, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “What you doin’?”
Ethan jerked as if he’d been electrocuted. He yanked his hand free and slammed the laptop lid closed with a sharp clap, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson. “Jesus, Allie! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that seemed to fill the quiet room. She moved toward him, her hips swaying just a little. “It’s okay, silly. You think I don’t know what my husband looks like when he’s enjoying himself?” She perched on the edge of the couch next to him, the dress bunched up, revealing the lacey stockings around her thighs.
He wouldn’t meet her eyes, staring instead at the blank screen of his laptop. “It’s not… it’s just… Devin and Sarah went back down to the basement.” He let out a shaky sigh that was closer to a whimper. “My ‘free use’ day. Some fantasy, huh? Maybe… maybe some things are better left as ideas in my head.”
The genuine dejection in his voice pricked at her. She saw the slumped line of his shoulders, the defeated set of his jaw. For a moment, the image of Andrew’s stunned, blissful face superimposed itself over Ethan’s, and a wave of protective sympathy washed over her. He was trying so hard, and failing so completely.
She placed a warm hand on his knee. “Andrew isn’t likely to come out for a while,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And since Sarah and Devin are busy in the basement…” She let the implication hang in the air for a heartbeat before she stood up and turned her back to him, reached behind herself, and gathered the hem of her dress. She hiked the fabric up and over the full, generous curve of her ass, presenting herself to him without a word.
A choked sound escaped his throat. “Fuck, Allie. I… I can’t. I can’t even get hard yet.” His voice cracked, and she heard the tears he was fighting back.
Allison slowly let the dress fall back into place and turned to face him. This was no longer just about pity; it was a challenge. A carnal puzzle she was determined to solve. She knelt on the floor between his spread knees.
“Let me see,” she murmured, her voice all silk and promise.
She pulled his shorts down just enough. He was soft, as he’d said, a small, vulnerable-looking thing nestled in coarse hair. She didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her fingers around him. His skin was warm, silken. She began to stroke him, a gentle, loving motion, her thumb brushing over his tip.
She could feel the tension in his thighs, the anxiety radiating from him. His mind was his own worst enemy, a prison of insecurity she’d helped build with her careless words and distant thoughts of another man.
Leaning forward, she pressed her face into his lap. She nuzzled him there, then let her lips find his softness. She took him into her mouth, not deep—he wasn’t nearly hard enough for that—but she enveloped him with a warm, wet suction, his entire length resting in her mouth suckling it like a tit.
She felt him twitch. A tiny, hopeful jump against her tongue.
She released him with a soft, wet pop and looked up at him, her eyes locking with his. Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she brought her other hand up to the neckline of her dress. With lust coursing through her body, she cupped her breasts, pulling her large 34-DD’s out.
She saw his eyes widen, his focus shifting entirely from his own inadequacy to her stunning display. Slowly, she guided his limp cock between the valley of her breasts. The warmth of her skin enveloped him. She pressed her breasts together, encasing him in a soft, pillowy prison of flesh. She began to move, rocking her upper body back and forth, sliding his length through the warm, smooth channel she’d created.
“Come on, baby, get hard for me. I want to feel you inside me.” She pleaded.
“I saw it.” Ethan sighed, “I saw how big Devin is, I saw it through his shorts.”
“I know,” Allison said, acknowledging what they both knew. “ And?”
“He really is huge, double my size.” He looked down at his small dick. “Maybe more. Jesus, Allie, he wasn’t even fully hard, was he?”
“No, baby, he wasn’t. Compared to your tiny peepee, most guys would look big, but next to you…” She paused, “It would be like an elephant trunk next to a noodle.”
She felt it then. A definite thickening. A slow, miraculous hardening against her sternum. Life was returning to him, fed by the visual feast and the overwhelming tactile sensation.
“That’s it,” she coaxed, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. “Just like that. Look at you. Getting so hard for me.”
“Can you imagine me sucking his big cock? Taking him in my mouth? Then, pulling my dress down and sticking his cock between my tits just like this. Of course, his would poke out the top, I’d suck the head while he fucked my tits.”
His head fell back against the couch cushions, a strangled, “Oh god…” escaping him as his hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust upward into the heavenly softness.
Allison quickly mounted his lap, his small, thin dick sliding inside her. She nearly laughed at how little he filled her, and she knew she couldn’t properly fuck him like this, but she slowly moved her hips, grinding into him.
“Are you going to cum for me, Ethan?” she purred, her own core clenching with a sudden, unexpected spike of arousal. “Are you going to fill me with your cum?”
His eyes were locked on to her tits, his hands gripping her ass like a man clinging to a life raft. His entire body was tensed, teetering on the very edge.
The basement door popped open with a loud crack. The sound sent a jolt through Ethan. His eyes snapped wide with panic, while Allison’s hands instinctively clutched the fabric of her dress, shoving her large breasts away, dismounted Ethan and sat on the couch beside him, her legs draping over his lap, keeping him covered, and his throbbing dick, pinned between her legs, erupted, spilling his cum.
“Mom. Dad. We’re going to get in the hot tub. I know Devin doesn’t have a swimsuit, but…” She steadied herself. “We’re not kids anymore, so… let’s be adults about this. We’ve been… intimate.”She announced, trying to sound grown-up. “We’ve been with each other, and I think you know it. So… we’re going to soak in the hot tub together. And, I just thought it would be best to tell you.”
“What’s going on?” Andrew’s voice cracked as he entered the room. “Jesus, Mom. Did you tell them too?”
“Tell us what?” Sarah asked.
“Mom is free-use.” Andrew blurted, “They’re living out some porn fantasy.”
“Andrew!” Allie and Ethan sang out.
“What?! It’s true. Mom said so.”
Allison’s face burned; she stammered, trying to explain. “That… that was private…I just didn’t want you to feel about the… You know what I saw on your screen.”
“Finally!” Sarah yelled, “Did you see what the pervert was looking at? It’s you Mom, he jerks it to you!”
“What?!” Ethan gasped, taking everything in. “What… why would you tell him?” He directed at Allison. “And, why are you looking at your mother?”
“Okay, this is getting too weird.” Sarah chewed on her words. “We’re going to the basement.”
“You look sexy, Mrs. C.” Devin offered before following Sarah back to the basement.
“Andrew, back to your room.” Allison directed.
“I am so sorry, Ethan.”
“I’m Sorry.” Ethan snorted with a frown. Allison moved her legs; Ethan’s cum had run down them all over his pants. His little penis had retreated, his small pink head barely poking out.
“It’s okay, sweetie. But I think I should go talk to them.” Allison announced. But Ethan didn’t think they should, and was more focused on his second ruined orgasm of the day. They moved to the bedroom, where Ethan undressed and decided to take a shower. Allison thought more about it and decided she should go talk to them.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled open the top drawer of her nightstand, pushing aside old sleep masks and tubes of hand cream. There, tucked in the very back, was a small, half-empty box of condoms. The pharmacy purchase from years ago, a precaution during her antibiotic regimen, felt like a relic from another life. She pulled out a single silver foil packet. Trojan Snugger Fit. The words mocked her. Ethan had grumbled about the name, but it was the only kind that didn’t seem comically loose on him.
She stared at the small, square packet in her palm. “Just in case.” She closed her fist around it and slipped it between her breasts. The thin cotton did little to hide the shape of her nipples. She didn’t bother to change. This new version of herself, the one walking toward the basement stairs, wasn’t the woman who worried about modesty.
The humid, chlorinated air of the basement washed over her first. Then, the low murmur of voices and the gentle churning of the hot tub jets. She descended slowly, each step a deliberate percussion in the quiet house.
They were a picture of youthful lust. Sarah had her back against the tub’s edge, her perky breasts just breaking the surface of the bubbling water. And Devin, his powerful arms spread wide along the rim, his head tipped back. The water obscured everything from his chest down, but Allison’s memory provided a vivid, detailed picture of what lay beneath the churning surface.
Sarah saw her first. “Mom!” she exclaimed, her seductive grin faltering, replaced by a flash of genuine surprise. She sank a little lower into the water.
Devin’s eyes opened, calm, assessing.
“I think we need to talk,” Allison said, her voice remarkably steady. She stopped a few feet from the tub, her hands resting on her hips, the condom a hidden weight in her pocket.
“It’s okay,” Allison continued, cutting off whatever protest Sarah was forming. “That was a very adult thing to do, to let us know like that.” Her eyes flickered to Devin, then back to her daughter. “But, I want to talk about it. I need to make sure you’re being safe. Using protection the right way.”
Sarah’s shoulders relaxed. “We are, Mom. I’m on the pill. It’s fine.”
“The pill isn’t one hundred percent,” Allison countered, her tone steady, almost maternal. She took a deliberate step closer, her sundress swaying gently with the movement. Her gaze lingered on Devin, who hadn’t shifted an inch, his expression calm but alert. “And… it doesn’t protect against… other things.” She let the words hang in the air, heavy with implication.
Devin’s slow, knowing smile spread across his face, as if he understood that this conversation wasn’t just about safety. Allison’s pulse quickened under his gaze, but she held her ground.
“Besides,” Devin said, his deep voice smooth and unhurried, “we’ve never gone all the way.”
Allison blinked, caught off guard. She had been so sure they had—how could they not? The way they had been together earlier, the undeniable chemistry, it had seemed inevitable. “Why not?” she asked, her voice softer now, edged with curiosity.
Sarah sighed, sinking a little deeper into the water. “It’s…” she hesitated, glancing at Devin before continuing. “He’s just… too big. We’ve tried, but…” Her voice trailed off, and she pressed her lips together, her cheeks flushing.
Allison’s eyes widened. She couldn’t help but glance at Devin, her mind racing. Too big? She had seen him earlier, of course, but hearing it confirmed—hearing the frustration in Sarah’s voice—sent a jolt of something unnameable through her.
Devin stood up, the water cascading off his muscular frame as he rose. The movement was sensual as if he wanted to make a point. And there it was, unmistakable even in the dim light of the basement, his cock, thick and monstrously huge, jutting proudly from his body. The sight was impossible to ignore, causing a heat to rise through Allison’s body; she felt her nipples harden, and her pussy yearn for him.
She tore her gaze away, forcing herself to focus on Sarah, but the image lingered in her mind, vivid and undeniable. “I see,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers brushed against the condom in her pocket, the small packet feeling even more insignificant now.
Sarah’s voice broke the tension, soft yet insistent. “See, Mom,” she said, her eyes locking with Allison’s, a hint of defiance mingling with vulnerability.
“I’ve been with a lot of women, Mrs. C. Most can’t handle me. I love your daughter, and want to make this work.”
Allison’s cheeks flushed, “God, he’s big. Much larger than your father.” She hadn’t intended to be so blunt.
“See, he’s just too big.”
“Whoa, I didn’t say that,” Allison interjected, her tone sharper now, though her pulse quickened at the implication.
Sarah stood water cascading down her body as she stepped closer to the edge of the hot tub. She reached out, taking Allison’s hand in hers, her grip surprisingly firm. “Feel it for yourself, Mom,” she said, her voice steady, almost challenging. “You’ll see what I mean.”
Before Allison could process what was happening, her 22-year-old daughter was placing her hand on Devin’s hard cock. Allison had never felt anything like it before. It was so much thicker than she realized. She couldn’t even close her hand around him. His cock was both longer and thicker than the dildo she had. And he was simultaneously both softer and harder than she could have imagined. His cock throbbed in her hand, and her pussy ached to feel him.
“He’s very large, but… not too big.” Allison panted.
“That’s what most girls say. Then they’re tapping out about halfway in. But…” He slowed his speech and dropped an octave. “Women. Real women, moms… a woman who has had kids. They can usually take it.”
“Devin.” Allie huffed. “Women?” She couldn’t even piece a sentence together.
“Mom. I know it’s not right to ask. But could you try? I really love him, but I know how frustrating it is for him. It’s like a cruel teaser every time we try. He really needs it. He needs a good fuck.”
Allison froze, her mind racing, never in her wildest dream did she think Sarah would be begging her to fuck her boyfried. Her hand still rested on Devin’s cock, the heat of it pulsing against her palm, and she couldn’t deny the way her body responded.
Devin, however, remained calm; his eyes glistened as he watched the interaction unfold. He said nothing, but his stillness felt like an invitation, as if he was waiting to see how far this would go. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken desires and boundaries that were dangerously close to being crossed.
“I just… He needs it. And, you’re my mom, so I know you won’t try to take him from me.” Sarah continued, her voice gaining strength. She stepped closer to Allison, her wet body glistening in the dim light of the basement. “And, I want to see how you can handle him. I need to know it’s possible.”
“Are you sure?” Allison asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew she was teetering on the edge of something that could change everything. But the heat of the moment, the ache between her legs, and the unspoken challenge in Sarah’s eyes made it impossible to turn back.
Sarah nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Please.” She let that sit in the air for a moment. “Mom.” She sang. “Yesterday, I saw you watching us.”
Allison’s hand fell away from Devin’s cock. The warmth of Devin’s skin lingered on her palm, a phantom pulse that matched the frantic rhythm of her own heart. She looked at her daughter, at the genuine plea, and then at Devin, whose expression was calm, like he knew the outcome already.
“What?” Allison choked. “What? When? Whadyamean?” She lied.
“Mom. I saw you in the mirror on my closet door. I saw you touching yourself while watching us. That’s when the idea came to me. It just makes sense. You should fuck him, and then maybe when we try, he can go a little slower, be a little less eager.”
The heat pooling in her core drowned out any rational thought, leaving her intoxicated by lust; her body was already answering the unspoken call. With a swift, determined motion, she tugged the straps of her dress downward, letting the fabric slide over her shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, the moist air of the basement teasing her already taut nipples. She shimmied the dress down her hips, the fabric pooling at her feet.
Her gaze flicked back to Devin, his cock just an arm’s reach away, and then to Sarah, whose wide-eyed fascination mirrored her own consuming hunger. Allison stood there, bare and unashamed, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Fuck me,” She nearly drooled, looking at this bronzed Adonis with what now seemed easily a 10-inch throbbing steel rod of a cock. She stood clothed in only her silk stockings, the lace wrapped around her thick thighs somehow made her seem even more naked, more exposed in front of her daughter and Devin. Her 34-DD breasts, heavy and full, hanging from her chest, rose and fell with her strained breaths. Her stomach, soft with age, her hips, her thighs—all of it was visible. She felt no shame. A strange, powerful calm settled over her. This was her body. This was what she was offering.
Devin’s deep voice cut through the silence. “I’m not okay with you cheating on your husband, Mrs. C.” The words were a bucket of cold water, shocking her system. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I’ve found that most husbands are pretty agreeable. And, Ethan strikes me as the watching type.”
“Ethan, my God, Ethan.” She blinked, turning her full attention to him. His face was serious, no trace of the sly smile from before. This was a man drawing a boundary, even while his body offered a blatant invitation.
“I think you want this, Mom. You wouldn’t have worn that white bikini yesterday if you didn’t want Devin to look.”
Everything in the past 24 hours had been leading up to this. From the moment Allison innocently saw Devin and Sarah, to the deal she made with Ethan, and the porn on his laptop.
“He’ll be okay with it,” Allison said, her tone firm, absolute. “I promise.”
Devin licked his lips, “Go.”
“Stay here,” Allison instructed, her voice carrying a new authority. “Both of you. I’ll go talk to Ethan.”
She turned, her feet covered in the sheer stockings, trodding on the cool concrete floor as she walked toward the basement stairs. She didn’t look back.
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